Into Bondage Like Auntie
by Paul Gable 


FOREWORD 

Bondage and degradation-B&D-are considered perversities in contemporary 
American society, but it was not always that way. In Puritan America, 
punishment by the community almost always took the form of B&D. The figure 
of the Pilgrim in the stocks for some religious or civil transgression has 
become a stereotypical image for us. The humorous aspect of the image masks 
the darker side of Puritan society-a society which branded, whipped, stoned, 
tortured and killed people. The attitude was that those who needed to be 
punished deserved whatever they received, and that same attitude is with us 
today. 

The other side of the coin of community or society-approved B&D is that 
there have always been people who enjoyed administering these punishments, 
who received dark and hidden thrills. B&D continues today, some forms still 
getting the nod of approval from society. When sadomasochistic practices are 
pursued for blatant pleasure, though, society steps in and intervenes. 

The characters in INTO BONDAGE LIKE AUNTIE are not very different than the 
people you meet every day. In their own eyes, they are not perverse or 
weird. They have realized their secret desires and have come to terms with 
them. 

INTO BONDAGE LIKE AUNTIE-the story of ordinary people who have found 
themselves in extraordinary circumstances. It is a novel with lessons for 
everyone. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Marilyn Evans stood hesitantly by the back door of her aunt's house. A chill 
wind from the north lifted her long blonde hair from her shoulders, raising 
goose bumps all over. 

Marilyn knew she shouldn't be spying on her aunt. She was supposed to be at 
the movies with her best friend Kathy. But curiosity had gotten the better 
of her. Of course Betty Farrington, her mother's sister, had been wonderful 
to her for the first week of her visit s here in Los Angeles. But something 
was going on. Pretending illness at the theater, Kathy had left early and 
walked back quickly, her sandaled feet making soft pounding sounds against 
the pavement. Maybe nothing was going on. Maybe it was just her imagination. 
But, standing there now on the porch, one hand poised on the doorknob, Kathy 
wasn't so sure. All the lights were off in the large wooden frame house 
except for the bedroom. Twisting the knob, she pushed the door open. 

Kathy closed the door softly behind her, pausing in the large room and 
adjusting her sweater. There was the steady ticking of the kitchen clock 
just over the refrigerator. Nothing unusual at all. Kathy almost felt 
disappointed. Moving quietly through the darkened room, she reached the long 
corridor that separated the living room from the rest of the house. Turning 
right, she passed the bath. Up ahead she could see light fanning out from 
the bottom of her aunt's bedroom door. Maybe she was reading a book or 
something. Kathy swallowed hard. 

"Uhhhh...tighter...oh yes, yes, tie it tighter!" she heard her aunt cry. 

Someone answered her with a grunt. There were squeaks and gasps of enjoyment 
followed by more growling. Aunt Betty hadn't closed the door all the way. 

"Oh God...that's so good, so good! Oh God, fuck me hard...hard!" Aunt Betty 
moaned. 

The words made Marilyn's blood scorch through her veins. Fuck? The girl had 
pictured the mild-mannered Betty as not so much as saying a "damn," even in 
the heat of argument. Marilyn stretched out her right hand, pushing the door 
open a little farther, then stepping forward and peering into the bedroom. 

Marilyn covered her mouth with both hands, staring wide-eyed at the terrible 
scene in front of her. There, stretched naked on the bed, was Aunt Betty, 
her face contorted, swollen with lust. Her red/brown hair was fanned out on 
the crushed pillow behind her. Kneeling in front of her was an unknown man, 
his longish black hair sticking in all directions while his naked body 
glistened with sweat under the light. She could only see him from the back. 
But from the movements of both hands at his groin the girl guessed he was 
playing with his cock! Aunt Betty was staring hungrily, licking her dry 
lips, rubbing the backs of her legs against the mattress. Marilyn could also 
see that the woman's wrists had been tied, snugged tight by what appeared to 
be the silk belt of her bathrobe. 

"You're into this shit real bad, ain'tcha, baby?" the man snarled. 

Betty closed her eyes, blinking away the tears as she rubbed her hot ass 
against the top-sheet. He rolled her onto her side, bending her knees back 
while draping a pair of pantyhose over her ankles. 

Marilyn watched with growing surprise as this stranger hogtied her aunt, 
listening to the cries of delight coming from Aunt Betty. She couldn't 
possibly close her knees or roll away. He edged forward between Betty's 
opened thighs. 

"You wanted that hot fuck. You called me for it. But, man, I knew you wanted 
somethin' else. You wouldn't have called me if you didn't want it." 

He half turned toward the door. Marilyn could see him better now. Her 
fingernails dug into the soft wood as she found herself looking at a man 
about thirty-four, dark-haired with a well-trimmed moustache. Her heart 
skipped a beat. 

Marilyn let out a gasp, again clasping her hands over her mouth to keep 
silent. His fingers were stroking his prick, slicking down with the fuck 
fluid bubbling from the tip. Marilyn felt her knees getting shaky. She held 
herself up against the door more firmly, watching as the man bent down and 
started licking her aunt's knees. Aunt Betty was trembling, arching her 
spine while pushing her head deeper into the pillow behind her. 

"I'm not gonna let you get off high and dry, baby," he growled. "By the time 
I get through with you, you're gonna be beggin' for more prick. Bet you 
ain't been fucked in a long time." 

"No," Betty confessed. "I haven't, Tom." 

"Ain't nothin' to be ashamed of. Gonna fuck you till you beg for more." 

Marilyn watched as the big man dove down, wedging his cheeks between her 
aunt's knees. -The expression on Betty's face when his mouth touched her 
cunt was as if she'd found God or something! The woman cried out, wallowing 
her shoulder blades against the bed. Her knees snapped together as much as 
they could, the silken bonds cutting her flesh and keeping her from moving 
too much. 

Marilyn pushed the door open a little more so she could have a better view 
of her aunt and the man named Tom. He was feeding on her aunt's pussy now, 
his head bobbing up and down while his hands roughly cupped the woman's 
asscheeks. Aunt Betty was bouncing her ass up and down against the bed, 
letting out little grunting sounds while the springs squeaked and groaned. 

"Uhhhhh...oh God, eat me...oh yessss, stick your tongue in my cunt and...and 
eat me!" 

Her aunt's words made her blood boil! Marilyn felt herself sliding to the 
floor as she watched the two go crazy on the bed. She couldn't help herself. 
This was far more than she had expected to find. An affair, perhaps, but not 
something this strange going on in her aunt's house! 

Tom was slurping busily. Then, suddenly, he pulled back, wiping the back of 
one hand over his mouth. He was grinning down at the panting woman. How 
excited her aunt was! Marilyn could see her swollen tits, those hard red 
nipples, that flush over her flat belly. And, more importantly, she could 
easily see the fuck juices flowing from her aunt's hot cunt. 

"Turns you on, eh, baby? I got somethin' here that's gonna heat up that ol' 
ass a little more." 

Tom slid to one side of the bed, bending over and stretching out one hand 
for his Levi's. He half pulled the pants onto the bed, tugging out the thick 
black leather belt, then curling the bucked end around his right wrist. Aunt 
Betty was prone on the bed, her eyes wide, staring at the belt now dangling 
from his wrist. 

He shoved the woman onto her belly, sliding back, then standing on the bed. 
He swayed unsteadily for a moment, spreading his legs more widely apart for 
balance. Now Marilyn could see his fat balls hanging down between his legs, 
his donkey-sized cock sticking straight out from his groin. 

"Please...oh no, I didn't have any idea things would go this far...oh no, 
please don't-" 

"Shaddup!" Tom growled, snapping the doubled leather belt together. It 
sounded like a gunshot. 

"Don't...oh don't...I don't want to be hurt like this," Betty cried. 

"Yeah, sure. You wouldn't have called me if you didn't want this shit." 

Marilyn could hear her aunt sobbing into the pillow, her sobs mixing 
strangely with Tom's panting. He seemed to hesitate with the belt, his eyes 
taking in the soft swells of Betty's thighs, the rounded white globes of her 
ass. He let the belt unfurl, trailing the beveled tip along the curves of 
her asscheeks. The woman visibly trembled, her asscheeks tensing at the cool 
touch of the leather. Tom chuckled, his prick jerking up at the woman's 
response. He moved the belt around again, letting the pointy tip slip up 
between her asscheeks. He trailed the leather up the bumps of her spine, 
until it was touching the back of her neck. Betty groaned. 

Unknown to Marilyn, the woman was extremely excited, her clit throbbing and 
burning while her cunt spasmed time and time again. She had never had 
something like this happen to her, although she had dreamed about it 
frequently. Now that it was happening, the woman was feeling herself sucked 
into the vortex of S&M. 

Tom swung the belt. Marilyn cringed, shoving her fingers into her mouth. She 
could hear the hissing sound the leather made cutting through the air. Her 
eyes wider than before, the girl clung to the bottom of the doorway molding. 
Tom said something obscene, then dropped his arm sharply. The leather belt 
snapped in the air from the change in direction, then shot down. In a 
second, the belt chewed into her aunt's right ass-cheek with a dry smacking 
sound. 

"Aaghghghghhh...yiiiiii!" Aunt Betty screamed at the top of her lungs, her 
body twisting and jerking under the stinging blow of the leather belt. Again 
the leather smacked, making her resilient asscheeks dance under the force of 
the sting. 

"Yeah, that's real nice, real nice, baby," Tom grunted, doubling the belt 
and snapping the leather together once more. 

Betty winced under that sound, two large welts appearing on her ass. Her 
asscheeks were burning. The heat tore through both of them, a spreading like 
a hot, licking tongue into her cunt. In a moment, Betty squirmed and 
whimpered as Tom began seriously thrashing her trembling asscheeks. Long red 
marks crisscrossed her asscheeks and thighs. Again and again she begged him 
to stop. She tried not to cry. But the leather burned so, and her asscheeks 
felt as if they were being branded by a hot poker. Aunt Betty groaned into 
the pillow, chewing the sweat-dampened cotton. She was out of control, 
unable to control the emotions rioting in her pussy. 

Marilyn felt her own feelings racing out of control. She sensed a growing 
sense of urgency in her virgin pussy, a feeling she knew she couldn't 
control now. The girl had played with herself often enough in bed to know 
just how powerful that feeling could get. And now she was suffering under it 
and not even touching herself! 

Tom reached down, jerking her up by the bonds and raising her body from the 
bed. He let her hang like that, inches above the top-sheet, dangling like a 
piece of meat while he whipped her across her jutting shoulder blades with 
the belt. 

With each cutting blow, the woman's nerves vibrated. Each vibration spread 
to her clit, searing the tiny, aching gland. In a moment, she raised her ass 
in an attempt to absorb the last of the attack. 

"You Goddamned fuckin' liar," Tom growled, snapping the belt again against 
her ass, then throwing the leather to the floor. "You keep tellin' me you 
don't want this, and, man, you really can't get enough of it." 

Betty groaned, keeping her shamed face away from the big hulk above her. 

"Suck my dick!" Tom ordered. 

Twisting her around on the bed again, Tom crawled up, pressing his heavy 
knees against her upper arms. Betty screamed he was going to break her 
bones. Tom only laughed cruelly, clearly as excited as the woman and not 
caring if he hurt her or not. 

Marilyn felt something like panic race through her. Should she call the 
police? Should she get up and pound on the door, screaming for the man to 
stop hurting her aunt? It was unreal! It was as if she were watching some 
porno movie or something! Marilyn watched as Tom gripped her aunt in that 
cruel way, slapping her face again and again against his crotch. And then he 
slipped his prick into her mouth. 

"Yeah...that's it...oh yeah, bitch, gimme that good, sweet head! Havin' that 
tongue around my cock...fuck! Suck it, baby, suck it the way I ate out your 
fuckin' cunt!" 

He jerked her head back and forth, his .Tingers still tearing at her hair. 
Marilyn heard the gurgling, strangling chokes of her Aunt Betty. More 
importantly, she heard the sloppy sounds of her aunt's mouth against his 
prick! He had his whole cock in her mouth, or so it seemed. 

He suddenly threw her back on the bed, his Angers gripping his cock. 

"Almost made me cum, you fuckin' slut! The way you move that fuckin' tongue 
turns me on. But I'm gonna shoot my wad right into your pussy, baby. You 
wanted cum up there, and I'm gonna give it to you." 

"Oh yea, yes!" Betty's eyes were glowing now, her body twisting against the 
mattress as best it could. 

Tom was sliding on top of her once more, rubbing the fat bulbous head of his 
cock against the greasy cleft of her cunt. Marilyn nearly fell forward, 
straining so she could see what was happening. From her kneeling position, 
she saw her aunt arching her spine again. He was fucking her, fucking her 
hard! 

"Do it! Do it to me!" Betty's muscles were cramped from the spread-back 
position he had bound her in. The hot streaks from the belt still burned her 
flesh. But she loved the hurt, loved the burning. 

Tom moved around once more, letting his heavy-hanging balls drop into the 
flood of her fuck juices. The woman whimpered with growing lust, straining 
against the silk bonds. They cut deliciously into her wrists and ankles. How 
she loved it, loved it all! Betty wallowed in the thrill of being bound 
helpless under this animal. 

"Fuck it out, baby," Tom laughed. Then he moved back, only to pitch forward 
and bury his prick in her cunt. She felt hot fuck juice trickling down her 
thighs. 

"Fuck it, baby, fuck it...ohhhh yeah, hot pussy, real hot pussy!" 

"Hot...hot pussy," Betty echoed mindlessly. 

Marilyn heard slaps. He was beating her aunt, smacking her face with the 
flats of his hands, then slapping her ass while fucking her. And Aunt Betty 
loved it! The squeals Marilyn heard were cries of wild joy! It was a hell 
the two of them had jumped into willingly. 

"Uhhh...ohhhh, Tom, I'm going to...going to cum!" 

Tom only growled at her revelation. He was biting her right tit now, his 
teeth nipping the rubbery flesh cruelly while his cock fucked hard into her 
pussy. Betty babbled and jerked her wrists and ankles. Her feet were pressed 
sole to sole, her toes tingling as the building tempo of Tom's fuck drove 
her to the brink. 

The fuck juice seemed to spill from her puossy. The woman felt it leaking 
down into her ass. It slicked between her asscheeks, wetting the wrinkled 
sheet beneath. Betty was grinding her hips around wildly, straining as far 
as possible against the cutting bonds. 

"Now...oh God, now, now, now...cummm m minnnnngggggg!" 

Betty cried and twisted her hips from one side to the other. Her shivering 
muscles bucked helplessly. Her clit was swollen and hot. It pulsed with a 
burning tickle that took her breath away. 

"Doin' it to you," Tom growled, falling on top of her and pumping his ass 
hard. 

"Ahhhhh!" 

Even though Marilyn had never had a naked man before in her life, she knew 
both her aunt and Tom were cumming. The two of them yelped and growled while 
the bed groaned in sympathy with their twisting bodies. Somehow Marilyn 
managed to crawl from the door, panting like a dog, her own pussy a furnace 
of unfulfilled desire. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

What happened next was something of a blur to the young girl. She had been 
careful, even in the throes of her own climax, not to stumble around and 
create a noisy scene outside the bedroom. She reached the kitchen, propping 
herself up against the sink. While her aunt was still bound in the bedroom, 
Marilyn turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on her face. The young 
teen dried her face on a dishtowel, then quietly snuck from the kitchen back 
outside. The wind had died down. 

Marilyn tiptoed down the drive toward the m sidewalk. There, parked in front 
of the house, was a large black '72 Chevrolet. Marilyn stopped by the side, 
running one finger along the smooth fender. She shuddered. It was almost a 
sexual thrill she felt touching that car. Looking around nervously, the girl 
tried the door. It was open. 

Sliding onto the seat, Marilyn braced her hands against the steering wheel. 
She could almost feel Tom sitting there, his hands caressing her ass, her 
tits. Her hot little cunt pressed against the cool leather of the bucket 
seats. 

Marilyn rubbed her fingers over the steering wheel again, then was about to 
slip out when her eyes lighted on the glove compartment. Biting her lip, she 
reached over, turning the lock and opening the small door. She found herself 
going through the jumble of contents until she found the car's registration. 
There was Tom's name and address. 

"No, shouldn't-shouldn't...." 

But Marilyn found herself committing both to her memory. Shoving the papers 
back in, the girl quickly slipped from the car, closing the door quietly. 
The living room light was on! They would see her in a moment. Quickly, 
Marilyn rushed from the drive, running down the dark, deserted walk toward 
the shopping center where the theater was. Halfway there, Marilyn glanced at 
her blue-faced digital watch and saw it was nine-thirty. Fifteen more 
minutes and the movie would let out. 

She would write down the address of that man and possibly visit him. Visit 
him? Marilyn stopped, hugging her body, taking deep breaths to calm herself. 
Surely she had to be out of her mind. Surely she couldn't be thinking 
seriously of going to find that man and confront him. The sound of a car 
starting up behind her made the girl duck behind a small hedge. Tom was 
leaving. Her aunt would be ready to receive her, pretending nothing in the 
world had happened. The car sped by, the lights dissolving in the general 
traffic of Glen-dale Boulevard ahead. How had all this started? How had her 
aunt found Tom? He had said something about her calling. The whole muddle 
seemed more and more confused as she thought about it. Marilyn rubbed her 
wrinkled forehead, again breathing deeply before walking back toward the 
house. 

Wiping her damp palms over her skirt, Marilyn walked back to the house. 
Thank goodness her aunt couldn't see how her body was giving her away! The 
tips of her tits were so hard and itchy still! Her cunt trembled, the full 
puffy pussylips curling and trembling while her clit was throbbing. As she 
approached the now-lit house, Marilyn could almost see Tom and her aunt 
fucking. She could still hear the sounds of that belt smacking Aunt Betty's 
skin. Climbing the steps, she fished for her keys, unlocking the door and 
stepping into the living room. 

There was Aunt Betty sitting calmly on the sofa flipping idly through a 
magazine. The television was on. It was so domestic! Marilyn nearly laughed. 
She closed and locked the door behind her. 

"Have a good time, dear?" Aunt Betty asked. 

"Oh yes, great! The move was fantastic! Kathy wanted me to stop and have a 
soda. But I was too tired," Marilyn said hurriedly, her words tumbling out. 
She stretched her thin arms over her head, yawning. "I think I'm gonna go to 
bed. Thanks for giving me the money for the movie, Aunt Betty." 

Betty smiled back. "Don't worry about it. I want you to have a good time 
here in L.A." 

"Oh, I think I will!" 

"Good night, dear." 

Marilyn rushed up to her room, grabbing pen and paper and scribbling Tom's 
address down from memory. She stood up, looking down at the figures. There! 
12567 Buena Vista Terrace. Only a mile or so away from here...just on the 
other side of the shopping center. Marilyn sat down on the edge of her bed, 
taking the piece of paper in her hand and staring at it. The numbers swam in 
front of her eyes. 

Marilyn fell back on the bed, her mind swimming with the images of her aunt 
and Tom. She could almost feel the ropes around her wrists and ankles. Would 
Tom make her do all sorts of things? Or would he just laugh at her? Did she 
want to take a chance? What on earth was driving her to this? Shivering, the 
girl hiked up her skirt, sliding her panties down past her knees. Marilyn 
brushed her fingers over the downy plump cuntlips. She parted her puffy 
pussylips, gingerly prying the slit open. There was plenty of fuck juice 
around to wet her fingers. Marilyn shuddered, pretending she could feel his 
fingers braced against her shoulders, his prick rubbing up against her 
thighs. And, more importantly, that she could feel the bonds chafing her 
wrists and ankles. 

She put her finger down, touching the tiny bead of her clit. The touch 
created a small electric shock that cut through her like a razor blade. 
Marilyn inhaled a shuddery breath, licking her dry lips. Marilyn felt wrong, 
suddenly very wrong. Her mother had been so good, so moral, letting her do 
all sorts of things without nagging her like other mothers did their 
daughters. And now she was doing this? Entertaining the thought of having 
this animal fuck her? 

Marilyn felt herself cumming a second time. The rush of chilly tingles was 
starting to set fire to her pussy once again. She shut her eyes. The feel of 
the blanket under her bare asscheeks urged her to a humping, bouncing 
rhythm. She spread her legs, jerking up her knees, pretending Tom was indeed 
fucking her brains out. 

"Oh no, no, don't do it...oh no," Marilyn whispered, pretending she had felt 
the hot, smacking of the belt against her ass. 

Marilyn began jerking in a weird, convulsive way on the bed. Her legs bent 
at the knee, then flopped loosely down again. She dug at the mattress with 
her heels, tossing her head from side to side. Her shoulders wallowed 
against the bed while her blonde hair became tangled around her throat. 

"Fuck, fuck me, Tom," Marilyn whispered, closing her eyes once more and 
seeing his handsome face over hers. She panted heavily, sweat rolling down 
her forehead and staining her flushed cheeks. 

Feeling the first spasm of orgasm made Marilyn roll onto her tummy and clamp 
her thighs tightly together. She poked three finger into her cunt, feeling 
the tips touching her cherry. The climax was so overwhelming, so complete! 
Marilyn jerked her ass around violently, hearing the headboard clattering 
against the wall behind her. She didn't care if her aunt heard the noise 
now. All she cared about was the hot burning touch of her fingers rubbing 
against her clit. 

Her movements died down as the excitement ebbed from her pussy. Rolling onto 
her back, Marilyn kept her fingers buried in her musky cunt, rubbing them 
back and forth against her clit. How good it all was! The girl smacked her 
lips, feeling exhaustion slowly pull her to sleep. 

* * * 

The next day she called Kathy up quickly, telling the girl not to tell her 
aunt anything about her leaving the show early. Of course the girl was dying 
to know what was happening, but Marilyn would only give her vague answers. 

She hung up, wiping her hands nervously on her nightgown. The wrinkled sheet 
of white paper was still there on her nightstand. It had been the first 
thing Marilyn had spotted that morning. She took it, staring down at the 
numbers and feeling her pulse quicken. The girl had thought perhaps she 
would feel differently in the morning. 

The paper trembled in her hand. Slipping on a tight-fitting pair of Levi's 
and a white frilly halter, Marilyn jammed the paper into her rear pocket, 
still unsure of whether she should to go to Tom's or not. 

"Marilyn...breakfast!" Her aunt's voice rang up the stairwell. 

The girl sucked in a long deep breath, feeling her young lithe body become 
tingly all over. Yes, she would go. Her aunt had twisted around so 
delightfully the other night. In spite of the bonds-or because of them-Aunt 
Betty had had the time of her life. Marilyn was determined to have her own 
place in the sun. She slipped on her sneakers, tying them, feeling her flesh 
become warm with excitement. Oh, it was going to do anything special. 

"Oh, hello dear. Good morning. I hope you enjoyed the movie last night. You 
certainly were tired when you came in," Aunt Betty said when Marilyn entered 
the kitchen. 

"Oh, it was alright," Marilyn said, sitting down. 

She lowered her eyes, trying not to smile when she stared at her aunt. 
Marilyn's fingers trembled, the fork dropping to her plate. 

"Are you alright, Marilyn?" 

"Oh, it's nothing. I think I'm going to go over to Kathy's again. You know, 
just to talk," Marilyn said. 

"Oh? You two are certainly becoming friends fast," Betty said, sipping her 
coffee. 

She looked through the rising steam at the young girl. She was so young, so 
innocent. 

Betty had thrown herself into the world of bondage willingly. But it had 
been so recently. And she hadn't counted on her niece visiting her quite 
this early in the summer. Things were becoming so complicated with the girl 
here. Having joined the mail order club where men phoned her for a 
"session," Betty suddenly found herself in the odd position of refusing 
those she actively wanted to help her explore this new wonderful world. 

Marilyn shrugged. "It's no big thing. She's a lot like some of the girls 
back home. I've got to hurry. Told her I'd be over around ten or so." 

Betty folded her hands, having just finished her coffee. She was wondering 
vaguely if there were some way she could shunt her niece off somewhere 
tonight. Tom had been the second man who had done something like this to 
her, and he had been the best! Sitting there, she could feel the silken 
material of her gown rubbing against the still-sensitive areas around her 
wrists and ankles. How her cunt had burned when he had tied her up that way. 
Just before he'd left Tom had said something about her coming over sometime 
to his house. He said he had a "playroom." Betty could only guess with a 
tremble just what that playroom had for her. 

"Something wrong, Aunt Betty?" 

"Oh, no, no, nothing. Just daydreaming, I guess," Betty said dreamily. 

Marilyn folded the napkin neatly in front of her, hiding a grin. She could 
well imagine what her aunt was dreaming about. She wolfed down a bite of her 
scrambled eggs. 

"So, you don't mind me going over to Kathy's for a while?" 

"Oh no, no, that's fine. I don't even mind...well, never mind." 

Don't seem too anxious to push her off, Betty told herself, feeling her 
pussy warming at the thought of having Tom over a second time so soon. She 
had loved the feel of his hands crawling all over her. Even now Betty could 
feel her body trembling as she thought of the exciting, brutal way he had 
handled her. 

"You're sure you'll be alright this morning and afternoon? I mean," Betty 
said, rubbing her icy fingers together, "I don't want to leave you alone 
unless you've got something to do, Marilyn." 

"Oh, no sweat." 

"I guess it'll be alright. But I think you'd better count on being back 
here...oh, let's say around five. I'll make dinner." 

"Sure, I'll probably be back sooner. Gotta go. Bye, Aunt Betty." 

Marilyn kissed her aunt lightly on the forehead, then skipped out the back 
door, her sneakers squeaking on the polished tiles. Betty poured herself 
another cup of coffee and settled back in the chair, folding her gown 
modestly around her. It was strange how her husband's death had triggered 
all these old feelings inside her. She had never had them-at least 
consciously-when her late husband had been alive. But, several months after 
Matt had passed away, Betty had accidentally come across a porno S&M 
magazine he had tucked away in a closet. At the back of the magazine were 
names and addresses of people who were into bondage. It had only taken her a 
month to get added to that list. 

"What's this?" she asked suddenly. 

Betty noticed a small piece of paper on the floor. It must have fallen from 
Marilyn's pocket when she had left in such a hurry. Putting down her coffee, 
Betty reached down and gathered up the paper. There, scrawled across the 
top, was Tom's address! 

Betty dropped the paper on the table as if it had caught fire. At first she 
thought it might have been her own handwriting. No. It was too slanted, too 
loopy. Somehow Marilyn must have discovered what had happened last night and 
gotten hold of Tom's address. The young woman stood up, feeling herself 
dizzy, shamed. 

Betty put her hands to her lips. Marilyn had probably come home early and 
had witnessed her session with Tom. For some reason she was going over there 
today to confront him. Betty wrinkled up the paper, tossing it in a nearby 
trash can. At first she felt angry and hurt. Then another feeling came over 
her. Of course! Marilyn had discovered how exciting bondage could be, in 
almost the same way Betty had-by accident. Smiling, Betty calmly went to the 
phone, dialing Tom's number from memory. This would be an interesting day. 

* * * 

In front of Tom's house, Marilyn was having second thoughts about what she 
was doing. She had lost the paper somewhere with his address on it, but the 
girl had memorized the numbers. Now she stood in front. The place was a 
ramshackle affair, the yard not having been mowed for some time. Weeds and 
rocks predominated, while, all around the area, empty buildings seemed to 
leer at her with broken-window eyes. It was a neighborhood scheduled for 
eventual demolition, she guessed. The shopping center nearby would probably 
take over. Tom, apparently, was one of the few people still living here. It 
certainly provided enough privacy. There wasn't another human around for 
miles, it seemed. 

Marilyn walked past the opened rusty gate, her sneakers shuffling along the 
cracked concrete walk. There were no sounds coming from inside the big 
house. Several of the shades were drawn. Maybe he was asleep. She climbed 
the stairs, hearing the rotting boards creaking under her. Curling her 
fingers into a tight fist, she tapped. 

Marilyn held her breath. Several strands of her hair blew across her face. 
Pushing them to one side, she rapped again. The sound of her knuckles 
against the warped wooden door seemed like cannon shots to her. She looked 
around. No one was on the street. It was weird. Maybe Tom was in bed. She 
turned, her hand gripping the rail. At that point, Marilyn heard footsteps 
behind the door. There was a clicking sound, then the whoosh of the big 
front door opening. 

"Yeah?" a man asked. 

Marilyn turned around, suddenly realizing how possibly stupid this all was. 
What had made her think he would want to see her, let alone do anything with 
her? He didn't know who she was. Should she tell him? Marilyn looked at him 
while her heart began beating fast. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Tom stood in the middle of the room, his bare hairy chest heaving with each 
breath he took. There were several free weights scattered about the dirty 
living room carpet and an old press bench nearby. He had been working out 
when Marilyn had knocked so tentatively at the front door. A glistening 
sheen of sweat covered his flesh. 

Marilyn stood just inside the house now, one hand reaching back for the 
doorknob. She was still unsure of what to do. Her excitement was at a keen 
pitch right now. 

"So, what are you doing here, selling cookies?" Tom asked. 

"Uh...no. You know...somebody I know," Marilyn said haltingly. 

Tom's thick sensuous lips curled into a smile. One hand rubbed his stubbly 
chin. "Now, that's smart. That still doesn't explain why the fuck you're 
here." 

His gruff voice made her flesh crawl. Marilyn started to speak, halted, then 
began once more. "My aunt...I saw the two of you last night," she said 
bravely, tilting her chin up and feeling a rush of courage strengthen her. 
She saw Tom's smile increase, his forehead wrinkling with pleasure. 

"Uh-huh...and you wanna get something like that, right?" 

"I don't know. I don't know why I came here, even, except to see you." 

"I don't think so." Tom wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then 
approached Marilyn. She tightened her fingers around the doorknob, flinching 
when he came up to her. Marilyn could hear his rapid breathing. Her gaze 
dropped to his crotch. She could see the clear imprint of his prick pressing 
against the faded material of his Levi's. He wasn't wearing any shorts. Then 
she remembered just how thick and long his cock had looked while he fucked 
her aunt there in bed. Marilyn gasped, twisting away and trying to open the 
door. It had been foolish, crazy for her to come here and expect something 
pleasant to happen. 

"Hey, don't go yet. You don't know how the hell I can make you feel real 
good." 

She felt him gripping her by the upper arm, his fingers leaving small blue 
bruises on her flesh. Wheeling her around, he shoved her back roughly, 
making her hit her head against the door. The girl drew one hand up to her 
throat protectively, her eyes wide with fear. Tom fed on her growing terror, 
his grin turning into a broad smile. She saw those square white teeth and 
trembled. Oh, if only she were at her aunt's home now. 

"Don't...." 

Tom threw back his head and laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. 

"Man, all you cunts say that. 'Don't hurt me.' And then you can't get enough 
of it. That's what I'm gonna give you, little cunt. Plenty of it." 

His voice had dropped to a growl. His fingers were on both her shoulders 
now, hurting her, pinning her against the door. Marilyn whimpered softly, 
like a kicked puppy, her forehead wrinkling with distress, her knees 
knocking together. Suddenly Tom pulled her from the door, pulling her hard 
against his body. 

"Kiss!" 

"Uh...no!" 

He smelled of beer and stale cigarettes. The girl turned her face away, 
grimacing at the thought. But Tom's fingers tightened so hard around her 
shoulders she thought he would break her bones. He was rubbing up against 
her, rubbing his prick against her crotch while he let his fingers crawl all 
over her body. Marilyn shivered, feeling his fingers knead her flesh, then 
finally slide down to her asscheeks. He was cupping them, pinching the soft 
flesh through her Levi's. 

"Kiss," he said again. 

This time he jammed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue through her 
lips and wriggling it down deep into her mouth. Marilyn gurgled, fighting 
for breath, twisting hard against his hot, thick-muscled body. She felt the 
heat from his chest burning into her tits while the brutal pinching of her 
ass made her cry into his mouth. Spittle frothed around the corners of her 
lips, dribbling down her chin as he kissed and tongued her like an animal. 

"You ain't hot yet. Gotta get you warmed up." 

"Just lemme go." 

Tom grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her toward what Marilyn guessed was 
the kitchen. She stumbled, caught herself, then stumbled again, pulling back 
against the big man. 

"Uh...no, no, oh God, help me, somebody, help me!" she cried. 

Tom laughed. "Ain't nobody around here's gonna help you. A couple illegals 
live around, but they ain't gonna call the cops, no matter what the fuck 
they hear." 

"Oh God, God!" 

Marilyn tried pulling back again and nearly succeeded in yanking her arm 
free. Angered, Tom let go, then jerked his right arm in the air. Marilyn 
cringed, stepping back a half step while bringing one arm up to her face for 
protection. She wailed, her cry cut short when his hand slapped down hard 
across her face. 

The stinging of his hand across her face brought tears to her eyes. Marilyn 
felt her knees buckle, and she sank to the floor. The flesh along her thighs 
and in the crack between her asscheeks crawled with terror. Tom took one 
step closer. She drew back, her ass resting on her heels. Marilyn rubbed her 
injured cheek, feeling the heat generated by the stinging blow. The sweat on 
Tom's face made his black hair glisten around his forehead. The skin around 
his dark eyes tightened while fires seemed to build at the center of his 
irises. Tom looked more hellishly threatening now than he had before. 

"Come on, or you're gonna get more of the same." 

Marilyn hesitated, wiping the tears from under her eyes. She wasn't sure 
what to do. Calling for help seemed useless. While she squatted there, 
mulling over the possibilities in her mind, Tom let out a growl. He 
stretched one hand down, grabbing her long blonde hair. Marilyn cried, out, 
feeling the pain sear through her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered. Reaching up, 
the young teen tried scratching his hands away. But Tom only laughed at her 
feeble attempts. He twisted her hair around and around like rope, catching 
the strands in his jagged fingernails. He jerked her close against the side 
of his black leather boot. 

Marilyn sobbed, able to taste blood from her lips. Tom was laughing again, 
jerking up, then laughing all the more loudly when Marilyn let out a wail of 
pain. She was beating his legs with her fists, at times calling out to him 
to let her go. But Tom kept tearing at her hair, pulling out several of the 
strands with his upward jerks, keeping her face pressed against that filthy 
boot. 

"Now you're gonna follow me." 

Tom began moving down the hall toward the kitchen, dragging Marilyn all the 
way by the hair. She screamed crazily, twisting around, her ass dragging on 
the floor. Desperately the young girl struggled to her feet, her hands still 
clawing at the fingers causing so much pain in her scalp. Somehow Marilyn 
had managed to get to her feet, doubling over at the waist to keep her head 
down. Tom still had her by the hair. He pulled her in this grotesque 
position through the kitchen and up to a closed green wooden door. Kicking 
it open, he finally let go of the girl, grabbing her by the wrist once more 
and pulling her down the stairs. Marilyn stumbled, her hands flailing out 
for the handrail. It was dark and damp, little daylight reaching the cellar. 
Once she was at the bottom of the rotting stairwell she could see Tom had 
painted the basement windows blue, effectively filtering out most daylight 
and preventing anyone from peering in from the outside. He let her go, 
turning around and flipping one light on. 

Marilyn rubbed her fingers through her hair, feeling as if he'd snatched her 
bald. Tom let her stand there for a moment. But his excitement was building 
too quickly for him to let her stand there for long. 

Marilyn watched as he unzipped his fly. The tab went all the way down, 
halving his tight-fitting Levi's. More body hair appeared, curling around 
the silvered teeth of the zipper. She swallowed a lump of fear, trembling at 
the thought of what surely would happen. The pants slid down, down past his 
knees. It was then Marilyn saw his prick, that donkey-sized cock he'd fucked 
her aunt with last night! 

"Oh no, no, don't touch me with that...that thing!" 

"What the fuck you think I'm gonna do with it, paint the Goddamned walls?" 

"No, oh no, don't!" 

Her voice had dropped to a hoarse whisper. He was so thick and long. The red 
double-lobed tip was pulsing, throbbing with lust. Even in the dim light 
Marilyn could make out small droplets of fuck juice bubbling out of the slit 
at the tip. 

"Don't...oh don't," she repeated, shaking her head from side to side. 

"You're fuckin' boring, you know that? I'm gonna shut you up before I fuck 
you," Tom said. 

Marilyn sobbed, her back against the wall now. She clenched her fists, 
pressing them against her thighs. Hot tears rolled freely down her flushed 
cheeks. Only now did she think about getting fucked. Marilyn was still a 
virgin. 

Tom braced himself against a supporting column, sliding off his boots, then 
pulling off his Levi's. His balls swung forward, big and leathery while his 
prick slowly began to rise to its full length and thickness. 

Marilyn felt her cuntlips pucker while her pussywalls rubbed itchily 
together. Heat concentrated between her legs as if her cunt were a furnace. 

"Get 'em off...your clothes. Come on, get 'em off or I'll tear 'em off." 

Fighting back the sobs, Marilyn opened the zipper of her Levi's, slowly 
stepping from them. She was stalling for time. She folded her Levi's neatly, 
placing them on the floor. Her panties felt so thin against her flesh. 
Modestly Marilyn turned from Jack, reaching up behind her and unfastening 
her halter. She could hear his lips smacking like those of a wolf. The top 
came loose, sliding over her shoulders. Again she folded the garment neatly, 
placing it on top of her jeans. Now she stood there only in her bra and 
panties, her flesh puckering up into goose pimples because of the damp cold 
of the cellar. 

"Oh yeah, yeah...gonna be real nice driving my hot prick right into that 
pussy," Tom said, his eyes settling on the dark triangle barely visible 
through her paper-thin silk panties. 

Marilyn felt her thighs flexing, her ass tensing as the big man's eyes raped 
her. One part of her still wanted to run and hide from this animal. But the 
other part, the part that had driven her in the first place to his home, 
wanted to feel Tom's mouth on her thighs. She needed sharp teeth between her 
legs. Closing her eyes, Marilyn remembered how her aunt pitched and yawed 
while Tom fed on her pussy. She wanted that too, wanted it all! Her nostrils 
flared. Tom put his hands on her thin shoulders. Marilyn pulled back, 
whimpering, but he wouldn't let her go. Holding her wrist with one hand, he 
jammed his palm between her legs, forcing them wider. He was cupping her 
crotch, rubbing the soppy nylon crotch of her panties up between her 
cuntlips. The resulting shocking sensation made her open her mouth and let 
out a sigh. 

"Like somethin' like that, don't you? Man, you dig having your pussy fucked 
around with. All that damned bitchin' and moanin' don't mean shit when a 
dude's fuckin' with your cunt, right baby?" 

"Don't...don't talk like that. I don't feel like that, not at all...." 

"Yeah, sure." 

Tom slipped his hands under her right elastic leg band, his fingers snaking 
through her curly blonde cuntal thicket. Marilyn stiffened, her back rubbing 
up against the wall behind her. The scratchiness hurt and scraped her flesh. 
No one had touched her ever like this. She tried pushing his hand away. But 
he had jammed his belly against hers, making any movement impossible. "No!" 

Marilyn pulled her face away from his, biting down on her pouting lower lip. 
Without thinking, she shoved her cunt forward, feeling his thick thumb 
working its way into her tight pussy. Marilyn felt the heat suddenly 
increase where Tom's digit was raping her. And then he shoved his thumb in a 
little more at an angle, bringing it up until the jagged nail was pressing 
against her clit. Marilyn's knees buckled again, her ass rubbing hotly 
against the wall. 

"Stop it...uhhh, stop...it!" she gasped. 

The words came out haltingly as that thumb worked up and down against her 
clit. Oh, it was almost like the time she had fingered herself in bed after 
watching her aunt getting beaten, roped and fucked. Only this was better. 
Then he crushed that clit under the nail. 

Marilyn's face twisted into a mask of hellish pain, her lips parting and 
trembling while her eyes bulged from their sockets. Her cries echoed off the 
walls while her neck veins became distended. Again she let out another 
agonized cry. 

Tom pulled his hand away, coming out of her cunthole with a muted sucking 
sound. Marilyn slumped forward, the pain still throbbing between her thighs. 
Her forehead rested against his shoulders. Tom pushed her away, holding her 
at arm's length while his eyes once more feasted on her half-naked body. 

He led her to a small crate shoved to one side of a water heater. Tom told 
her to stand there, his eyes silently warning her of more pain if she were 
to disobey him. Reluctantly Marilyn did as she was told, keeping her head 
bent forward, not daring to let her gaze follow him. There were dragging and 
clanking sounds. And then he returned, throwing what appeared to be several 
lengths of rope on the floor along with various clips and clamps. 

"Get up on the crate. On your hands and knees." 

Marilyn did as she was told, her knees scraping painfully on the hard, 
splintery wood. She knelt, the tops of her feet hanging over the edge of the 
crate. Tom ordered her to lean forward, thrusting her hands between her legs 
until her wrists were almost even with her ankles. Marilyn felt her 
shoulders finally touching the leading edge of the crate. Tom took a length 
of half-inch line and began wrapping it in figure-eights around her wrists 
and ankles, binding all four together and finally securing them in a double 
slipknot. He tightened the rope until Marilyn grunted, her teeth chattering 
against each other from the chafing sensation. 

"No, no, oh God, this is...horrible!" she gasped, twisting her head around 
and staring over her left shoulder. Tom was saying nothing, tightening the 
ropes against her flesh until they pinched. Marilyn grimaced, more tears 
filling her eyes and blurring her vision. Her shoulder and upper-arm muscles 
were starting to ache from this doubled-over position while the tightened 
line began strangling the blood from her fingers. Marilyn worked them back 
and forth, curling them, trying to keep the blood flowing while she 
swallowed hard. 

"Tired of your yappin', " Tom said. He produced what appeared to a bit and 
bridle. "Open up...open up or I'm gonna break your fuckin' jaw and jam this 
thing in." 

Marilyn did as she was ordered, her pulse racing madly while beads of 
perspiration dotted her smooth forehead. She twisted her fingers around the 
rope once again as Tom shoved a red rubber ball up beyond her front teeth. 
Her jawbone ached from being pried open that far. The girl tilted her head 
back until her neck muscles throbbed, trying to keep the spittle from 
building up behind the gagging ball. Her teeth chewed on the foul-tasting 
red latex. 

"This'll finish it off," he said, affixing the ball to her head by looping a 
black leather strap from the gag around her head, tightening it so the 
leather pressed the flesh around her lips white. 

"Uehhhhffffff!" she gasped. 

"Now gonna fuck you, bitch. Gonna fuck you till your brain pops...just like 
a lotta cunts I know. OP Tom's dick's done a lotta plowin' in its time. But 
this is gonna be a super fuck. Can tell that," he said as the big stud moved 
around behind the crate. 

Tom slipped another piece of line between the leather strap around her head 
and her skull, bringing it back in a kind of rein. Jerking up, he snapped 
Marilyn's head back until her neck muscles cramped. The girl howled, her 
cries muffled by the latex ball. Her muscles tensed, bulging against her 
sweat-damp flesh while her toes curled in anticipation. 

Marilyn's mind reeled in sheer horror as Tom kept tugging back at the rope. 
He was behind her now. She heard his knees bumping up against the crate. And 
then she felt something brushing up against her asscheeks. It was his cock, 
that fat prick she'd seen fuck her aunt's hot cunt. She had to tell him she 
was a virgin! She had to tell him she'd never done anything like this 
before! He would surely tear something inside her if he fucked her hard and 
fast, the way Aunt Betty seemed to like. But it was impossible for her to 
say anything. 

Tom rubbed his fingers along her cuntlips, rubbing the full length of his 
right forefinger up and down against her crack. Marilyn groaned, chewing 
down on the gag as she felt her tingly cuntlips squeeze tight against the 
teasing digit. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

She felt the flat of his hand smack hard across her right ass-cheek. Marilyn 
screamed through the rubber ball, her eyes bugging out as she felt his 
fingers brand her asscheeks. She could feel her asscheeks jiggling from the 
force of the blow while the hot stinging sensation burned its way into her 
brain. He hit her again, his fingers striking cross-wise from the first 
blow. 

"Gotta warm up that butt," Tom grunted, cocking his arm and backhanding her 
left ass-cheek. 

The young teen blushed furiously, shamed by this grotesque position he'd 
bound her in, and shamed by the heat rising in her cunt because of beating. 

Tom stopped hitting her ass, placing his hands flat on either ass-cheek, 
then slowly spreading her cheeks. Marilyn grunted, chewing on the rubber 
ball. She felt the warm wet flesh of her asscrack pulling apart. The damp 
basement air was making her sweaty flesh feel suddenly cool. And more 
importantly Marilyn felt Tom exposing both her cunt and asshole. She felt 
both fuck-holes winking shut, the muscles cramping as his fingers slid down 
into her asscrack. 

He was pushing his face into her ass now. Marilyn stared wildly in front of 
her, her nostrils flaring like a mare in rut. Her fingers clawing at the 
ropes, the blonde teen jerked against the creaking crate. He was putting his 
mouth on her cunt! She could feel his lips pressing against the hot, puffy 
membranes, his tongue wriggling down past the tense rubbery muscles and 
finally touching her inner cuntlips! Marilyn squirmed against her bonds, 
feeling Tom's fingers still holding her prisoner. Oh, it was so odd having 
him touching her like that! 

He pressed his long straight nose hard against her clit. Fireworks exploded 
in her cunt, showering sparks deep into her pussy. Tom was flicking his 
tongue teasingly in and out, in and out, fucking her with his tongue as if 
it were a tiny cock! Marilyn closed her eyes, gasping through the awful 
rubber ball. 

"Nice tastin' cunt...man, good and clean down there," Tom growled, pulling 
out for a second, then diving back between her shivering thighs. 

Marilyn thought she was going to faint when she felt his tongue go in all 
the way! Her legs shivered, her knees scraping painfully along the splintery 
top of the crate. His tongue had shot in and was now touching her cherry! 
Tom grunted, surprised at having found the tight little membrane there. He 
twisted his head around and around, his nose brushing over the rounded tip 
of her partially hooded clit once more. 

"Fuckin'-A, baby. You still got your cherry. I wouldn't have believed it if 
you had told me. Too bad about that. Gonna be a little messy at first. But 
then you'll get used to it," Tom said. 

Marilyn shivered, remembering all those stories she had heard about the pain 
of being fucked for the first time. Again Tom went back between her spread 
asscheeks, diving down, sticking his tongue in and out until he was making 
Marilyn prance her ass in tight little circles for more. The girl panted, 
drops of sweat rolling down her tits and splashing onto her knees. 

"I'll take care of that cherry...and not with my dick. Ain't gonna mess up 
that beauty." 

She heard Tom move away from the crate. There was some rustling behind her, 
and it occurred to the girl he was going through his trousers for something. 
There was a metallic click. And then Tom was back behind her, smoothing his 
fingers over her ravaged asscheeks. 

"See this?" 

She felt Tom leaning forward. He was pushing something in front of her eyes. 
Blinking, straining her eyes, the girl realized he was holding an ivory and 
silver-handled switchblade in front of her. 

"That's gonna pop you open for me, baby. Gonna make you a real woman." 

"Nooffffff!" Was he crazy? The girl screamed, the cords straining in her 
throat while her hands chafed wildly against the ropes. 

Tom laughed, moving back. There was a moment of silence. Then Marilyn felt 
him moving the point of the knife along the sole of her right foot. She 
gasped. The girl stayed very, very still, concentrating on the touch of that 
blade. Curling her toes, Marilyn shivered against the restraining bonds. Oh, 
this was awful, far more threatening than what her aunt had endured the 
night before! Tom moved the knife up along her right thigh until it was 
tracing a thin line along her right upper arm. Marilyn blinked away several 
hot tears, wondering if he was going to cut her or not. She could feel her 
sphincters threatening to fail her. And, for the first time, the girl 
realized she had to pee. Tensing all her muscles, Marilyn fought for 
control, her heart beating so fast she was certain it would tear through 
her. 

He brought the knife back to her ass, pressing the pointed end harder 
against her flesh. Marilyn grunted, trying to inch away from the pain. It 
was impossible. The ropes held her too firmly to the crate. More goose bumps 
exploded all over her flesh. She didn't dare look back at the big stud. She 
tried closing her eyes, but the fear racing through her now demanded she 
keep them open and staring. Strangely enough, more fuck juice began oozing 
from her cuntal slit, wetting down the blonde curls protecting her 
pussy-crack. 

"Okay, baby, okay," he hissed through his teeth, breathing with raspy sounds 
now. so 

Marilyn wanted to sink out of sight. She regretted she had even thought of 
coming to this place. What had possessed her? And now it was impossible for 
her to get out. She felt the wet, sticky line of her pussy-crack completely 
exposed now, totally vulnerable in front of him. She closed her eyes in 
shame, sucking in a ragged breath through her burning nostrils. 

The blade slid across her right ass-cheek. Marilyn trembled, chewing down 
again on the ball gag. With just a little more pressure she knew Tom could 
slice her open. He pressed the flat of the blade against her ass-cheek now, 
rocking it up and down, the point leaving a white mark in her pink flesh 
when it pressed in. Marilyn curled her fingers and toes until they cramped, 
her face becoming a mask of concentration. She wanted to cry, to beg him to 
stop this horrible teasing. But it was impossible for her to say one word. 
She wanted to break free. But Marilyn knew the slightest move might put the 
blade's tip right through her flesh. 

Marilyn felt her cuntal muscles relax, then tighten, the resulting reflex 
motion making her pussy suck in air. Her cunt spasmed uncontrollably as the 
knife traced along the outer line of her cuntlips. The soft, wet 
vulnerability of the area terrified her. She let out a low moan, dropping 
her head until it was dangling over the edge of the crate. How her shoulders 
hurt! It was the way Tom had roped her, dragging her arms all the way back 
until her fingers were almost even with her toes. The weight of her body 
rested on her knees and shoulders! How awful it was to be hogtied like this 
and unable even to jerk away from this teasing pain. 

Tom pulled the knife away. The girl relaxed, letting the air from her lungs 
out. She relaxed her muscles. The hard tips of her tits touched the crate. 
Marilyn felt a hot trickle of cunt-juice seep from her velvety cuntal 
lining, dribbling down the backs of her thighs. She reddened, knowing full 
well Tom was witness to this obvious show of sexual arousal. What would he 
do now? 

There was a shocking chill at the center of her cunt. He pressed the flat of 
the blade against the wet slit, rocking it from her clit to the bottom 
junction of her pussylips. She felt her cunt clamping shut on the knife, the 
pussylips slitting themselves against the blade. It was awful! And Tom was 
still moving that knife. 

She arched her back, presenting her opened cunt to the big man. 

"Goddamned slut. You're all alike, you fuckin' sluts. You come in all ages 
and sizes, but once you got a dick in you or somebody fucks with your pussy, 
man, you can't get enough of it, can you?" 

"Uhhhhh...noooooffffff!" Marilyn cried out in protest. He was wrong. She was 
no slut. She was a good girl. He was forcing her to feel all this, forcing 
her to experience all these dreadful sensations! 

"Oh, baby, hot pussy...good hot cunt, and right here in front of me!" 

The continual touch and chill of the blade against her cunt sent streamers 
of incredible lust "through the terrified teen. She slowly became aware of 
the tiny slits on the edges of her cuntlips. The stinging cunt-juice 
dribbling over the small cuts made her clit swell bigger. Marilyn found a 
hotter, more concentrated lust flowing out from her crotch. She struggled 
with herself again. But, as much as she fought, the girl couldn't ignore the 
heat rising between her splayed thighs. And how her ass pranced for that 
knife! 

Marilyn's pulse raced. How she wanted something more than that blade teasing 
her. She thought of that hot thick cock that had split her aunt wide open 
the other night. Yes, she wanted that prick. The girl wanted that cock 
sliding into her, spreading her itchy cuntal walls apart until she came! Oh, 
what a terrifying, naughty thought! How that knife was changing her in 
moments! And then she felt the awful tip of that blade touching her 
clit-folds. The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill 
blasting through her. 

"Oh, yeah, man, you should see yourself from back here bitch. Yeah, you're 
so fuckin' hot you're gonna melt my fuckin' blade." 

Marilyn felt her cuntlips catch fire. Her head throbbed and pounded from the 
excitement while all the time she thought about his threat. Was he going to 
use that knife to cut through her cherry? Was he joking? Was he actually 
going to stab that thing into her body? Surely he would cut part of her 
pussy as well! And for some awful reason, that notion made her cunt-juice 
flow faster. Marilyn felt the rising heat of her lust on her cheeks, her 
tits, her belly. The fiery stinging in her cuntlips and the terror of Tom's 
knife wound her excitement higher and higher. 

"Oh, fuckin' Christ! Man, you're somethin' else, kid. You got one hell of a 
hot, suckin' cunt." 

Tom dragged the tip of the knife back, stinging a groove that ran white 
along her pink flesh from her ass down to the edge of her cun-tal mouth. 
Somehow the girl managed to shove her ass back at Tom. The tip of the knife 
slipped around the rim of her pussy, then up past the puckered ring of her 
asshole. Marilyn wanted to hide her aroused cunt from the big man. Then a 
spasm in her asshole made her cunt unclench, and the air in her overheated 
cunthole blew out. Tom noticed and laughed, slapping her ass hard, as if in 
reproof. 

"Man, you can't control yourself, baby. Blowin' farts out through your 
Goddamned pussy. Too bad this is gonna end pretty fuckin' soon. Could do 
this all damned night," Tom said. 

Again he struck her, beating her ass, reddening the asscheeks and making 
them dance against one another while his hands slapped stingingly. And then 
he was back with the knife, teasing her pussy. Marilyn knew she was shaming 
herself. But there was nothing she could do. She knew she would have pain 
from the bursting of her cherry. Perhaps that was what she had wanted in the 
first place. Pleasure and pain. As odd as it seemed at first, the two 
feelings now seemed to work together. And now the girl felt Tom poking at 
the rim of her asshole. She gasped. The pinprick stabs forced the rubbery 
ring of her shitter inward. He was threatening to break the surface. The 
same forbidden pleasure she'd felt after shitting from a spicy meal rose 
deep in her guts. For a second the teen thought of Tom shoving his prick 
into her shitter. Yes, that would be something for the books, something that 
would surely make her feel more of a slut than she did now. 

Tom was panting now, jacking his prick with one hand while toyed with her 
pussy with the other. His fist pounded on his cum-slicked cockshaft faster 
and faster. He poked the tip of the knife into the puffy edges of her 
cuntlips, then into her asscheeks. Marilyn moaned, rolling her ass as much 
as she could from left to right. She arched her back, thrusting her ass at 
him. The cuts were like tiny fires in the flesh of her pussy. The entire 
area was fired with heat and light stinging pain. 

"Bitch! Pig! You dig it, dig havin' this done to you. You want more? You're 
gonna get it...the hard dick of this stud, baby." 

Marilyn winced at the sound of the knife being flung onto the basement 
floor. Thank goodness he wasn't going to carry out his threat and stab her 
cherry open! Marilyn felt his forefinger wriggling in fast, sliding on the 
thick greasy coating of her fuck juice. In a moment the nail was jabbing up 
against her membrane, pressing it in. The girl started feeling a terrible 
hot hurt. Tom grunted something to her, something about hanging on. And then 
came the piercing agony, the hot flash of pain that shot to her brain. 

The agony, the tearing sensation down there between her legs told Marilyn 
that Tom had ripped her cherry. He had done it quickly-not if with the 
blade, but with his finger. He kept moving it back and forth in soft fucking 
movements, scraping around and around, then finally pulling out. 

Tom let her cry for a little. Gone. In one fast stab, her innocence, her 
childhood was gone. What should have been done by a husband or at least a 
very special lover had been done by this near-stranger-and with his finger. 

"Now you take it all the way. Ain't no problems now, no cherry's gonna get 
in the way, man," Tom sneered. 

He was standing up against the crate, hooking his fingers around her jutting 
hipbones and pulling the girl back a little. Soon Marilyn felt the blind 
stabs of his prickhead against her ass. Then the bulbous cockhead slipped up 
against her crack, puckering in the outer labia. Tom's fingers gripped her 
body more tightly, his hairy chest heaving up and down while he tensed his 
ass. 

Marilyn felt the pressure of his prickhead against her outer labia. The 
cuntlips resisted for a moment, then finally gave in. With a slippery, 
greasy pop, Tom's prickhead slid in. Marilyn let out a little gasp. 

Tom moved back, pulling out a little, then shoving down once more. He moved 
around so she could feel his prickhead reaming out her tight little hole. 
The spongy cockhead wormed around and around, pushing deeper into her pussy. 

"Man, tight...real tight, but...uhhh, you're openin' up. Yeah, openin' up to 
my dick. Ohhhh, baby, baby, havin' you like this is real nice...real nice. 
Christ, ain't fucked a virgin for a long time. You like havin' some cockmeat 
in you? 'Cause baby, you're gettin' a real feast. Ain't too many guys got 
pricks like mine!" 

Marilyn felt him raising a little on his toes, making sure the length of his 
cockshaft touched her clit at all times. How those sparks made her cuntal 
muscles spasm, cinch down on that fucking prick. 

Marilyn let out a gaspy sigh as a powerful spasm passed through her pussy. 
The teen felt herself flying high over the room, her pussy milking and 
clutching at the invading, penetrating prick. Contracting her cunt-muscles, 
she milked lightly at his cock without moving her hips. 

Tom groaned, slapping her ass, then holding tightly onto her hips once more. 

The rising heat in her cunt made her move once more, rocking from side to 
side. She arched her back like a cat, pulling and tugging at the ropes 
holding her arms and hands captive. She swiveled her ass, nearly falling 
from the crate. She could feel the wiry hairs of his cock-bush against her 
asshole. Every scratchy curl found a nerve ending to stimulate. The itching, 
burning sensation in and around her pussy and ass drove her mad. Marilyn 
shoved back as much as she could against Tom's pounding prick, her ass 
weaving about. 

Tom reached forward with one hand, his fingernails clawing at the sensitive 
nubs of her tits. The girl grunted and sobbed with pain. The stretching in 
her cunt and the gouging pain around her nipples numbed her mind. All she 
wanted was to have those feelings increase. 

The crate squeaked and groaned, once more threatening to break. The thrusts 
of Tom's prick and the power of his groin slapping against her knocked the 
wind from her lungs. 

In a moment it would be all over, blowing apart in her gut. And there would 
be Tom, mocking her, laughing at her while he dumped his load of spunk in 
her cunt. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Oh baby, baby...yeahhh, come on, milk my dick like that. Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhh, 
honey...that's it, man, gonna cum all over your fuckin' cunt!" 

Marilyn felt as if she were all cunt-hot, wet, milking pussy. The ropes 
strained against her ankles and wrists while Tom fucked her more brutally 
than ever. It was almost like a battle, a deadly struggle on the small, 
narrow crate. The wood cracked again, and the girl thought she would fall 
through the splintered wood, impaling herself while Tom held onto her ass 
and still fucked deep and hard. 

Marilyn grunted like an animal, a low harsh noise that ripped at her throat. 
The whirling knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode. She hated her 
excitement, the cock and the hands that caused it. Tom that awful man, was 
making her feel this way. 

"Oh yeah, baby, gonna do it...gonna blow apart right in your fuckin' 
snatch!" 

His words chilled her to the bone. Marilyn tried to hold off. Dangling like 
this between excitement and climax, the girl loved the blast furnace of heat 
in her cunt. It grew and grew, her body shaking and shivering with every 
forward blow of his prick. She could both hear and feel his balls slapping 
against her asscheeks. She heard the squishing of his prick in her cunt. 

Marilyn bit down hard on the rubber ball. Surely she'd die, or at least pass 
out when she came. All her will was being focused on her pussy, pinpointing 
around the pistoning rod of prickmeat in her guts. 

Marilyn knew Tom's cock was ready to go off now. All she had to do was wait 
for the first spurt. 

She thought about snapping his prick in half when the thick jizz shot out. 
Marilyn growled again, swiveling her ass. She clamped tight, her brain 
blowing apart into millions of brightly colored pieces. 

"Yeaaahhhh...come on, baby, come on you fuckin' little bitch-slut. Ride it 
with me, you cunt!" 

Tom's fingers clawed at her asscheeks, leaving long red scratch marks on her 
flesh. His cock thickened. Marilyn could feel his prick pressing against the 
convulsing sides of her pussy. The pounding beat of his cock-thrusts slowed 
for a moment. Then he started up again, beating her ass more wildly with his 
groin. The girl swallowed more spit, shouting around the gagging ball. 
Marilyn ground her teeth, readying herself. 

"Man, oh fuckin' Jesus, yeahhhh!" 

Tom slammed forward, his fingernails scratching her thighs cruelly. She felt 
his body stiffen, then shudder against her ass. Marilyn felt the blunt point 
bounce off her cuntal walls. Blind with determination to hurt him, the girl 
held on, cramping her pussy muscles until they hurt. 

"Uhhhfhhfhhfhffffff!" 

It was like burning gasoline spurting into her cunt. Lava-like blast of jizz 
fire hosed against her pussywalls. Marilyn yelped, feeling the gush of hot 
spunk spattering, actually burning and eating into her cuntal walls like 
sulphuric acid! 

"Fuck it out, baby!" 

The horrid viciousness of the situation and Tom's arousal made her mind 
whirl. She gasped, blowing out around the gag. It was easy to choke like 
this, Marilyn thought, pushing her tongue against the rubber ball. The gag 
was threatening to roll back against her windpipe, choking her. 

"Man, oh man...move that ass, yeahhh, just like that. Move it for my 
shootin' cock!" 

The first massive jolt of her cum shattered Marilyn completely. Her hips 
jerked, swiveling against the restraining ropes. The girl thought the line 
would surely cut into her flesh to the bone. Tom pitched forward, grabbing 
her hair and yanking back her head. He bit the nape of her neck, nearly 
piercing the skin with his large front teeth. Fucking her like an animal. 
Yes, he was doggie fucking her, fucking her like the bitch she was. Another 
blast of jizz shot deep into her pussy. Marilyn sobbed. 

The skin around her cunt and asshole was on fire. Marilyn cried out again, 
knowing that this session was only the start, only the beginning. 

Tom moved his prick in and out slowly, shifting his hips, feeling every inch 
of her pussy with his prickmeat. The girl could feel his jizz oozing out, 
seeping down the backs of her tensed thighs. And then it was over. Her pussy 
muscles grew soft, the ripples dying away. Reality began trickling in, 
alerting her to the real danger she was in. Marilyn saw she was tied-unable 
to more. He had silenced her as well. Lord only knows what he would do next. 

"Gonna keep you on ice for a while, baby. I gotta rest. And we're gonna have 
a surprise for you." 

Tom kept the ball gag in her mouth, saying it was to keep her from annoying 
him with her cries and whimpers. Slowly he unfastened the ropes binding her 
wrists to her ankles, purposely dragging the line over the pink chafed flesh 
to increase her agony. 

Marilyn looked around more carefully now. There were ringbolts in the 
cinderblock walls. At various places in the ceiling, pulley assemblies were 
screwed into the overhead beams. Shelves and cabinets showed grotesque 
instruments of torture. Tom moved Marilyn forward until she stood naked 
directly under a pulley. She drew one leg over the other, trying to hide her 
cunt modestly in spite of what she'd recently endured. Tom noted her shame 
and smiled, rubbing one hand lightly over her ass. 

"Nice ass...man, could butt-fuck that shitter right now," Tom said. 

Marilyn shuddered at the thought of having Tom's prick fucking into her ass. 

"Just stand there," he told her. 

Tom busied himself, fishing around in another cabinet for more lengths of 
rope. Marilyn watched as the big stud threaded a six-foot length through the 
pulley, bringing it down to the level of her mouth. Fastening a 
sheepskin-lined cuff to her right wrist, Tom slipped the free end of the 
pulley rope through a small opening at the top of the cuff, securing it with 
a figure-eight knot. Moving to one side, he pulled the rope down, slowly 
raising Marilyn's hand up. 

He tugged up until her right hand strained high above her head, out of 
reach. She looked frightened, staring wildly at the man in front of her. 

"I'll keep you on ice all fuckin' day like this if I have to. But...I think 
I'll give you somethin' else to keep your mind busy," Tom added, wrinkling 
his forehead up thoughtfully, then looking about the basement. 

He produced a small pyramid of wood approximately eighteen inches high, the 
pointed tip rounded somewhat. Placing it by her feet, Tom took the rope he 
had fastened to a wall hook and untied it, grabbing it hard and pulling down 
once more. 

Marilyn groaned through the ball gag. She a could feel her muscles 
straining, the tendons bulging against the flesh of her upper arms. The 
pinioned girl rose higher and higher on her toes. Then, with a gasp, she 
rose slowly above the floor until she hung suspended like a hamhock, at 
least eighteen inches from the floor. 

Marilyn cried out, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. The broad band was 
cutting into the flesh of her wrists, stoping some of the circulation to her 
fingers. She twisted slowly, her flesh turning a slight blue while her tits 
rose and fell heavily on her heaving chest. 

Tom took another look, then busied himself slipping a leather anklet around 
the girl's right ankle. Another was attached to her left wrist. He raised 
Marilyn's right leg and bent it back, resting it against his chest while 
warning the girl not to make any crazy moves. He then pulled her free arm 
down, attaching the two bands together with a single link. Now the sobbing 
girl hung from one wrist. 

Tom then kicked the pyramid of wood under her. Marilyn felt the pointed tip 
bang against her ankle. It was then she realized the device could possibly 
ease some of the strain from her bound wrist. She bent her knee slightly, 
finally sliding her naked sole over the tip. It was high enough that her 
foot could find a resting place on the rounded point. Marilyn realized that 
if she put too much weight on the pyramid, there might be more pain than if 
she simply hung by her wrist from the ceiling. 

"That's a good bitch," he said, scratching his stubbly chin. "I ought to 
take a picture of this. Maybe it's just the thing for your yearbook, eh, 
slut? Girl most likely to succeed and all that." 

His mocking laughter echoed hellishly from the basement walls. Marilyn 
stared wildly about her, swallowing down yet another lump of fear. It was a 
terrible punishment. When she put more weight on her sole to relieve the 
ache in her shoulders, the girl felt the point nearly tear through her 
flesh. She whimpered, twisting her foot around and sliding down the pyramid, 
thus adding more strain to her bound wrist. 

"I think I could have some fun with you even now," Tom said, bringing one 
hand down to his crotch. He had remained naked, his long prick dangling from 
his groin like an unused garden hose. He stared at the dangling helpless 
girl as his cock began to spring back into life. Blinking away the blurring 
tears, Marilyn saw it thickening, the thick blue veins starting to press up 
against the flesh once more. His balls tightened, puckering up against his 
crotch while that sheen of excitement began to glisten across his handsome, 
thick-muscled body. 

Marilyn tossed her head from left to right in growing terror, her movements 
making the rope jiggle wildly above her. With some difficulty and a grimace 
of pain, the young teen jerked her foot around, trying to find the pyramid 
once more. Angrily, feeling fear rise in her like exploding lava, Marilyn 
eased the strain on her shoulders once again, trying to ignore the killing 
ache in her arch. 

Tom moved to a low wooden shelf. On it were several leather instruments, 
many of which Marilyn guessed were whips and riding crops. She had seen 
pictures of them in books. Tom examined several carefully, running his 
fingers over the smooth black leather, then looking up at the frightened 
teen. 

Marilyn turned her head away, a shudder of horror shaking her to the very 
marrow of her bones. 

The big stud finally selected a riding crop, tapping it lightly against one 
palm. The girl heard the light smacking sound, remembering how his opened 
hand had felt when beating against her body. She remembered the knife, that 
horrible blade that had touched her pussy. 

"Nice little girls don't come around here to oP Tom," he began, stepping up 
to her and poking the flat end of the crop into her belly. Tom moved it up 
to her tits, hefting the right one up, then letting it flop down to her 
chest once more. He was rubbing the cold leather against her aroused nipple, 
watching the nipple with interest as it became a darker red and rose hard 
and throbbing from her areola. "But then again, you ain't no nice kid. The 
way you was prancin' your ass around there while I fucked the shit outta you 
showed me you was a fuckin' slut. Yeah, baby, a fuckin' bitchin' slut. And 
sluts dig this kinda shit." 

Marilyn cringed under the stinging insult, twisting her body as if she could 
somehow shut him off. But the torrent of verbal abuse continued, Tom 
degrading her, then poking that awful crop up against her belly. The girl 
let out another whooshing sound, her fingers curling. Tom moved around 
behind her, rubbing the crop up against her reddened asscheeks. 

"You felt real good against my dick, baby. Real good," he said, his voice 
growing lower. "You're gonna feel real good again. Man, I look at you and I 
wanna fuck you all over. I said I might ass-fuck you. Could get into that 
right now. Stick my prick right...there." 

To emphasize his point, Tom shoved the blunt end of the crop between her 
asscrack. His aim was accurate. The girl felt the blunt-edged thing tearing 
at her shitter ring, distending it, puckering it inward. Shocks of 
incredible pain and flashes of heat raced up her spine, making the girl cry 
out in agony. Her foot slipped off the pyramid, kicking it over. 

Tom laughed, screwing in the crop more and more. Marilyn's cheeks puffed 
out, her teeth chomping down on the rubber ball until she thought she would 
bite it in half. Oh, how it hurt her terribly! The yelping teen kicked out 
again, her body swinging, the added weight created by those moves tearing at 
her bound wrist. 

He pulled the crop out with a powerful yank, leaving Marilyn panting like a 
whipped bitch. Her foot flailed wildly for the pyramid. Moving around, he 
kicked the instrument back under her arch. She found it, sighing with 
relief, taking the tearing weight from her shoulders. Tom moved around to 
the front once more, rhythmically tapping the crop against one palm. He 
stopped for a second, his prick long and thick now. His cock pointed at her 
like a finger...a ten-inch finger, the double-lobed prickhead growing darker 
with blood while his balls tightened up. 

Tom struck hard and viciously, his hand cocking back, then jerking forward, 
slashing the crop across her belly, then backhanding it over her lower 
chest. It was as if he had splashed burning gasoline on her flesh. 

She yelped, somehow managing to keep her foot still on the pyramid. Marilyn 
coughed, shaking her head from side to side. The sudden flash of heated pain 
from that blow had nearly took her breath away. She stared down at the big 
man, her eyes surveying the crop once more. No longer was it just an 
instrument that aroused her curiosity. She knew now it would hurt her, 
torture her. Tom poked the blunt end again against her belly. This time the 
girl reared back, her foot sliding backward from the pyramid. 

Again Marilyn felt the pulling weight of her body against her shoulders. She 
cried, praying to God the pain and strain would finally make her lose 
consciousness. 

"Bitch, fuckin' slut!" Tom shouted at her, a spray of saliva coating her 
chest. He lashed out, smacking the leather dry against her tits. 

Her sensitive tits bounced against the savage attack. For a second, the girl 
thought he had peeled a narrow strip of flesh from her right tit. Glancing 
down with fear, she saw only a long red mark appear on her flesh. She 
swallowed hard, looking pleadingly at him. Oh, if only she could talk. Maybe 
she could tell him she'd do anything, even let him stick his cock into her 
asshole. Anything, just as long as he would stop this awful beating. But one 
look at Tom told her those pleas would go unheeded. He loved seeing her like 
this, loved watching her dangle like a piece of meat from the ceiling. Again 
the crop smacked her, the sound of the leather slapping her belly flesh 
mixing with the muffled wails of her desperate cries. 

The muscles in her belly cramped, adding to the pain already searing her 
shoulders and arms. Another blow, this time to her right inner thigh. A 
second blow smacked against her left thigh, inches away from her cunt. 
Marilyn let out a sharp cry of terror, fearing he would slash that horrid 
crop against her pussy. He would surely ruin something inside her then. 
Again the girl jerked away from the big man, her foot leaving the pyramid. 
Her body bounced and twisted like a helpless puppet. 

Tom let out a harsh laugh, knowing full well what the girl was thinking. 
Reaching out with one hand, he grabbed at her pussy, twisting his fingers 
around her hairs. The pulling, tearing sensation knifed through the teen 
like a rusty blade. Marilyn tried bringing her foot around to kick him, 
anything to stop this. But the big man was still twisting his fingers in her 
pussy-hairs, jerking them out, tearing them one at a time from the swollen, 
sensitive flesh. More fuck juice oozed onto his fingers, spurting onto his 
palm as well. 

"So, the little girl digs this? All that fuckin' helpin' and yowlin' don't 
mean a fuckin' thing. You want it bad, real bad. Prick-happy-that's what you 
are, baby, more cockeyed than them Hollywood whores," Tom snarled. 

"Uhhhhhh!" Marilyn moaned. 

"Cunt! Fuckin' cunt! I'm gonna teach you more about yourself in one fuckin' 
day than you learned all your life." 

With that, he lashed the crop across her face, then brought it down over her 
tits and beat it around her nipples until Marilyn thought they would surely 
tear from her tits. 

Oh, would this never end? 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The crop came down hard once more on her thighs, crisscrossing the long red 
marks left by the first blows. Tom still lashed and beat at her, grabbing 
her cunt at times and tearing the blonde curls. He growled, his few words 
lost in the red rage of his sexual fury. Sweat plastered the black hair on 
his forehead while his prick stood out even straighter than before. 

Peering down through her tear-stained eyes, Marilyn thought at times that 
Tom would shoot onto her without even sliding that horrid cock into her 
asshole as he had threatened. 

He stopped. Raising one hand, the big stud wiped the sweat off his face. He 
was staring up at her once more, his eyes almost calm. Marilyn sagged onto 
the pyramid, her body stinging and hot from the blows of the leather crop. 
What more could he do to her? Set her afire? 

Tom reached up with his hands, cupping one tit and squeezing. Her right arm 
spasmed, her left wrist and right ankle rubbing against one another while 
the ropes chafed painfully. 

"You can take it, baby, really take it. And your cunt's nice and hot," Tom 
said. 

Tom rubbed the flat of his hand now against her pussy, curling his fingers 
under the bottom of her cuntal bush and sinking the tips into the warm 
mound. 

Marilyn felt her pussy spasm under that near-gentle caress. Her left knee 
bent a little, the foot sliding over the tip of that awful pyramid. What was 
he going to do now, let her go? Had he finished with her? One glance down at 
his stiff cock told the young teen that he had not. 

She hung there from the cuff, her head hanging down. The girl's blonde hair 
curtained her face, hiding the shame puffing out her cheeks. There was a 
scraping sound behind her. Rousing herself, Marilyn looked back, shaking the 
loose hair from her eyes. He was moving a small crate around behind her, 
still holding onto the crop. With his other hand, Tom rubbed the fat head of 
his prick, greasing down the thick length with the cum bubbling from the 
tip. Marilyn felt her sore nipples puckering once more into stiff points. 
Her big tits were slightly flattened by the radical extension of her 
manacled arms. 

Marilyn's joints hurt her terribly. The strain on her wrists and shoulders 
grew worse as she waited for Tom to do something more to her. Maybe, as she 
had thought before, he would let her go. Her spirits sank when Tom reached 
around, bringing the crop down savagely across both nipples. Marilyn 
squealed sharply, her jaw hurting from behind pried open so long by that 
ball. 

"Yghghghghh!" Her tits bounced after the impact, each vibration sending more 
flashes of agony to her brain. 

Tom smiled grimly at her, kissing the nape of her neck where he had bitten 
her earlier. There was a slapping sound, the sound of the crop hitting the 
floor. Tom now stood closely behind her, his prick rubbing up against her 
asscheeks. He had both hands around her waist now, sliding them up until the 
fingers were caressing the rounded lower swells of her tits. Marilyn cried 
out with fear. What new humiliation and pain had he in store for her? Her 
body raised up from the dreadful pyramid. She breathed more easily, 
realizing now that Tom had lifted her an inch or two from the awful support. 
Then she felt him moving one hand down from her chest, down to her asscrack. 
In a second she felt two fingers shove up against the rubbery muscle of her 
shitter. It felt as if something were being torn loose down there. Marilyn 
screamed, shaking her head, the muscles in her arms knotting from the awful 
pain. A strange fire began around the rim of her asshole as he moved those 
fingers in and out, in and out, twisting them around like some screw. 

Her forehead wrinkled in confusion as a twisted, lusty feeling in and around 
her asshole began, inflaming her aroused pussy even more. 

"Sure, you don't. But, man, you're good and hot down there," Tom said, 
sliding one palm around her cunt and feeling the temperature rise. 
"Whooooeeeee, hot enough to fry up some prickmeat, bitch. Yeah, and man, 
good and tight and tense, even after I got through fucking my rod through 
you. That's the way I dig it. You're gonna be good and tight for a long 
time-can tell that. But I've got other plans for you right now, slut, and 
you're gonna dig 'em!" 

Marilyn waited. She again thought of what Tom might have in store for her. 
That prick, fucking through her asshole? No, he couldn't be serious. He was 
just terrifying her. In a moment, he would be around the front, sliding his 
cock right up between her puffy cuntlips. But he stayed behind her, his 
hands hooking around her hipbones now. The girl thought of hanging there 
helpless while he shoved that fat cock into her pussy, greasing his prick. 

"Take it, baby, take it just like you took my dick before," he grunted. 

Then his cock was sliding up into her asscrack. Tom arched back, dragging 
his prick around to the center of the crevice, then bending his knees to get 
a right angle between his cock and Marilyn's shitter. She could feel the fat 
prickhead slipping between the rounded inner curves of her asscheeks. In a 
moment his cockhead was kissing her shitter-lips, pushing forward, spreading 
them apart. She felt his free hand move back up to her right tit, squeezing 
it, making the nipple pop up a little more while Tom shoved his prick in. 
The girl cried out, her nostrils flaring. 

Marilyn bit down on the hard ball, spittle frothing around the corners of 
her stretched lips. There was no delight in having her asshole pulled open 
like this! Instead the young teen felt only agony as more muscles knotted 
and cramped. Her arms and legs spasmed, her left leg kicking that pyramid 
over once again. Tom let her dangle, half supporting her with one hand while 
jamming his crotch up against her ass. Marilyn squirmed up against him, 
feeling herself held up from the floor by that shitter-driving prick. 

That cock was splitting her wide open. Marilyn felt the pain of his gradual 
fuck reaching higher and higher in her ass. The agony seemed to spread 
everywhere. Her belly tightened while her head throbbed as if he had struck 
her again across the face with that crop. Marilyn screeched. She wept, the 
tears burning into her nostrils. 

Now both Tom's hands cupped her nipples, twisting them, pinching the 
sensitive flesh cruelly. And then yet another inch of his cock split her 
asshole. 

In a moment the sphincter muscles relaxed, surrendering to the steady 
pressure of Tom's cock. With a pop, his double-lobed cockhead slipped past 
the tense rubbery muscles, plowing into the teen's moist bowels. Marilyn 
coughed, feeling as if someone had shoved food up her ass and down her gut 
at the same time. Tom kept on pushing more prickmeat into her. She could 
feel the obscene slippery slide of his greasy cock squeezing through her 
ass. ft 

Then Tom paused. He was panting against the back of her neck, his knees 
shaking slightly against the back of her dangling leg. Then he began pulling 
back. 

Marilyn pitched forward, the bile rising in her throat. She was completely 
torn in half, both in her ass-flesh and in her mind. The round, firm mounds 
of her ass flexed against Tom's belly as he pulled out until only his 
dickhead remained in her asshole. She could feel him tensing again, getting 
ready for another forward fuck-thrust. 

He did it, the sliding of his prick sending shivery hot thrills through her 
ass. Fucked, fucked in the ass after having been fucked in the cunt. And all 
the while she had been bound helplessly, enduring dreadful pain. Marilyn's 
cheeks puffed out, the air escaping around the gagging ball. Above her, 
Marilyn could hear the rope straining, groaning from the weight of her 
violated, bouncing body. 

He repeated the fucking action several times, then paused to rest with only 
his prickhead embedded in her asshole. It was so strange. 

Tom began shoving back into her. He grunted at the move, sliding his hands 
down to her pussy. She felt those fingertips play with the tangled curls of 
her cunt, then move up to her clit. He was fingering her, sliding one 
forefinger into her cunt, then drawing it up until the knuckle brushed her 
clit. 

Tom moved rapidly back and forth, his cock fucking her shitter again and 
again. As the fucking speed of his prick increased, the girl felt more fuck 
juice come from her cunthole. And his fingers were fucking her now. She felt 
two of them inside, stretching her slick pussy lining, making soft squishing 
sounds. 

Marilyn was panting, trying hard now not to lose consciousness as their 
fucking entered the final round. Her tits were mashed under his hands as Tom 
alternately finger-fucked her cunt, then pulled out his fingers to pinch her 
nipples. In a second, she heard Tom grunt heavily, his body shaking against 
hers. He was going to cum. Again his fingers reached down into her pussy, 
pinching her clit, driving her clit down into the surrounding squirmy flesh. 
Marilyn snapped her head back, her body spasming all over. Jolts of 
lightning exploded in her asshole, sparking over to her clit. She thought 
she felt something pop in her shoulder. Jack jammed his prick in and held 
still there, his cockhead spitting out gouts of cum that burned into her 
ass-guts. 

Marilyn wept. The smashing rhythm of their fucking knocked the wind from her 
lungs. It sent too many hot signals up her spine into her brain. Her 
overloaded brain shattered. 

Tom grunted again, pulling his slackening cock out. Marilyn silently cursed 
the big stud. Her asshole was still fluttering. 

"Man, oh, man, that was as good as fuckin' you in the cunt...maybe better," 
Tom told her. 

Marilyn felt her arms slowly cramping again. Her toes brushed the overturned 
pyramid. She had never felt so deserted in her life. A bubble of air escaped 
from her cunt while the stud's jizz oozed from her stretched asshole. 
Double-fucked-by fingers and a prick! She would have laughed hysterically if 
that awful ball hadn't prevented her from doing so. Slowly the girl realized 
just how badly her shoulder and wrist were on fire. To move at all was pain. 
And how she hated that thing under her foot, the pyramid that Tom had now 
righted and slipped under her bare sole. Tom let her hang like that for what 
seemed like hours while he went upstairs. 

Would he leave her like this? Would she remain hanging in this grotesque, 
awkward position until she finally fainted from the pain? More time passed, 
more moans and gasps tearing from her throat. Soon she was crying out in 
protest and agony, twisting and writhing against the horrid rope. Tom 
finally returned, a half-filled can of beer in one hand. 

"Probably about to pull your fuckin' shoulder outta whack," Tom said, 
putting down his beer. He sauntered over to her, pushing his finger into her 
soft tummy. 

Marilyn tensed, her muscles knotting up as she anticipated yet another 
beating. The cum still oozed from her asshole. 

Instead Tom moved around to the hook in the wall, unfastening the rope 
attaching her to the overhead pulley and gripping it tightly. Slowly he 
lowered her to the floor and removed the gag. A moment later, Marilyn was on 
the floor, sitting in a twisted position. Her arm and leg still hurt. But at 
least the weight of her body was off her wrist. She curled her free leg 
around, examining the naked sole. No. The pyramid hadn't done any damage. 
There was a small imprint where the rounded point had continually pressed. 

Tom moved around, unfastening the cuffs, then pulling them from her wrist 
and ankle. 

Marilyn sniffed, rubbing her wrists together, then examining her ankle. No, 
there had been no damage. The long red marks on her belly, thighs and 
asscheeks remained, souvenirs of Tom's beating. But the cuffs had been made 
so as not to leave much of a trace. She pushed the long blonde hair from her 
eyes, cringing there on the basement floor. Would he let her go home now? 
Had he satisfied himself? 

"Somebody's comin' over here in a while," Tom said, glancing down at his 
large metal watch. "But we got some time. Too bad you made me cum so hard. 
But I got other ideas for you." 

"What?" Marilyn stared up defiantly at the big man, working her sore jaw. 

"Stuff. Don't make no difference if you know or not." 

Tom finished his beer, tilting his head back and swallowing the contents of 
the can. More than once the teen eyed the stairs. They were so close. All 
she had to do was grab her clothes and run. If she could make it to the 
front door, there was a good chance she could escape him. Tentatively 
Marilyn stretched one foot out, about to scramble up and make a dash for it. 

Just as Marilyn reached for the handrail to the stairs Tom whirled around, 
grabbing her by the hair and yanking her back down to the floor. She yowled, 
her asscheeks slamming so hard against the concrete Marilyn thought she had 
broken her tailbone. 

"Don't think you can get away from here unless I let you." Tom pulled on her 
hair again, then cuffed her lightly across the chin, knocking her to the 
floor. 

Marilyn crumpled into a heap of defeat. 

"You don't wanna leave good enough alone, eh? You wanna play still, right?" 

"Oh no no, please, lemme go." 

"So, we're gonna play right now." He pulled her up by the hair. 

Marilyn screamed, her feet flying out from under her. He slapped her several 
times across the cheeks, threatening her with more severe blows if she so 
much as moved. 

Sobbing, lowering her head, Marilyn stood her ground. She pressed her knees 
together, holding her small, vulnerable body up. 

"Put your arms behind you, bitch. Gotta keep you tied up all the time. Man, 
can't even go for a beer or have a little rest without you tryin' 
something." 

Marilyn pushed her hands behind her. This time the cuffs Tom usd were metal 
ones...a little narrower than the first ones, but far more painful. He 
snapped them tight around both wrists, then pushed the girl back to the 
pulley she had stood under earlier. This time Tom attached the line to these 
new cuffs. He reached around and pulled the free end of the rope down, 
raising her arms behind her. Marilyn let out a sob, her head bending down 
until her neck and shoulder blades were parallel with the floor. Tom fixed 
the rope at that point, moving around to another cabinet and pulling out 
what appeared to be a large leather handbag. Fluffing it in front of her, 
Tom stretched it to its shape. A mask-or more accurately, a as type of hood. 
The only opening was a two-inc zipped line that could be slipped shut. 

"This'll keep you quiet for a while...better than that fuckin' ball." 

"No, oh no, no, don't...I'll suffocate!" she wailed, now noticing two small 
holes where the nose would go. Was that enough to survive? 

"There you go, baby, have a good time," Tom said, chuckling cruelly as he 
slipped the hood over her head. 

Marilyn struggled, her shoulders aching from the backward and upward 
position of her arms. Her feet slipped along the cold floor. But there was 
nothing she could do. She watched as he opened the hood, positioning it over 
her head, then pulling it down over her skull. Strands of her hair caught in 
the leather, tearing free of her scalp with maddening pain. It was like 
having a second skin fitted over her head. Marilyn felt it pressing first 
against her forehead, then sliding down, seemingly pulling her skin with it. 
She struggled again, jerking her head back as if that move could keep her 
face free. The leather closed over her eyes like heavy lids. She could smell 
the strong aroma of the black leather, an odor that she found strangely 
pleasant even in this grotesque situation. Tom's fingers busied themselves 
around the mask, tugging the front end down, then the back, fitting the 
leather around her nose, making sure the small holes slipped around her 
nostrils. Marilyn sucked in a sharp breath as the hood covered her nose and 
mouth. Yes, with the zipper open she could have enough air to live. But what 
if Tom, in some wild mood, zipped her up? 

The leather hood was finally in place, Tom securing the bottom around her 
throat. The rope behind her pulled up a little more, jerking her wrists up 
and forcing her to bend forward if she didn't want her arms pulled out of 
joint. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was dreadfully quiet. Of course, the leather hood, snugged up against her 
skull, made it impossible for Marilyn to hear anything. Tom had tugged the 
rope up behind her a little more until she thought her shoulders would 
surely break. Standing now on her tiptoes to relieve the constant aching 
throbbing in her arms, the girl wondered what Tom meant about someone coming 
over. Another sadist? Another person to torment her? 

Did her aunt have any idea of what bondage could lead to? Twisting her 
wrists against one another, Marilyn thought about Aunt Betty now. What was 
she doing? Was she hoping to contact Tom again and arrange another 
"session?" Did she have any idea that he was into more than just some simple 
roping on the bed? 

Tom had struck her several times with the flat of his hand. He seemed to be 
plotting something. The rope tightened around her cuffs, raising her a 
little higher from the floor. Marilyn panted into the mask, sweat dampening 
the interior lining of the black leather hood. Her toes barely brushed the 
surface of the cellar floor. Slumping forward, Marilyn cried out. 

"Could leave you like that, baby. Break your fuckin' arms, and I wouldn't 
have to worry about you gettin' away any more," Tom said from the darkness. 

Marilyn begged him to lower the rope. She though surely her arms would snap. 
Finally, Tom agreed, letting the rope grow so slack the teen found herself 
standing on the flats of her feet once more. She moaned in delight. Tom was 
behind her now, unfastening the cuffs, then leading her to yet another 
station of the cross. 

"Please, where are you...taking me?" 

He said nothing. There were more scraping sounds, then the sound of a large 
wood case being hauled across the floor. She heard what she guessed was a 
door squeaking open. Tom grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, 
pushing her back. Marilyn cried out, feeling her heels stumble against the 
splintery lip of the box. Marilyn stepped up, continuing her backward 
journey until she felt her spine touching the back. Tom told her to stay 
there. Then the girl felt the rushing of air against her naked body as he 
slammed the door shut. A coffin! A mummy's case! It was something like that. 

Panicking, Marilyn jerked her hands from her side and found she could barely 
move. Not being able to see increased the terror rising in her her. 
Desperately the girl pushed her hands up, her elbows bruising against the 
case's hard sides. If only she could get that hood off! He had chained it, 
actually locked and chained the base of that dreadful thing to her throat! 
As wildly as her fingers worked, Marilyn couldn't get it off her head! 

And it was so close in there. The young teen realized she was using up the 
small amount of oxygen inside. It was quickly becoming warm and humid, her 
breath pumping back against her throat. Keeping herself under control, 
Marilyn took shallow breaths to conserve what little oxygen there was. 

"Like it inside, baby? Like havin' your world cut short a little?" His 
maniacal laughter rang in Marilyn's ears. 

Minutes passed. Marilyn pricked her ears up, desperately trying to hear some 
movement outside. But the hood plus the heavy wood made it difficult for her 
to hear anything. Fear gripped her. She began whispering some childhood 
prayers, certain that Tom was going to do something terrible to her. She put 
her hands up to the front of the case, spreading out her fingers. She felt 
something very pointy, very sharp enter through what apparently was one of 
several tiny holes in the wood. 

Marilyn drew her hand back as if she'd touched a hot stove. Another knife? 
No, it was too small. It was a needle entering her coffin, coming closer to 
her. In a second she realized it was heading for her throat. That long sharp 
narrow thing was shoving through the opening in front of her. And, in 
another instant, Marilyn felt the point touching her throat. She coughed, a 
cry of despair echoing in the small case. 

"No, don't! Oh please, please, don't do this to me! Oh my God!" she cried. 

A second and third needle slipped in. It was awhile before Marilyn felt the 
pointy tips. She cried out wildly. Marilyn flattened her ass and shoulder 
blades against the back of the case, panting heavily. The thought of being 
stabbed to death in this horrid case made her near-wild with despair. And 
those needles touched her nipples before she could squeeze her hands up to 
protect herself. The terrified teen gasped as her nipples hardened against 
the cold sharpness. Like a balloon being filled, her tits became swollen as 
the needles gently moved against those hard tips. Marilyn sobbed, trying to 
sink from the attack. But her knees banged against the front of the case. 
There was no escape, no way out of this thing. Helpless, the girl bawled. 

Marilyn could hardly speak. The leather hood pressed so hard against her 
jaws that it was difficult for the girl to form the words. More needles 
steadily advanced. Her nipples were teased continually, the needles twisting 
against the hard nubs. Marilyn rubbed her bare ass against the splintery 
back of the coffin. 

"You okay in there, baby? I don't hear your yappin' anymore," Tom called. 

"No, no, take them away...oh please, don't do this to me!" 

"Yeah, that's better." 

There were more needles brushing up against her body. Tom was apparently 
having a field day out there, sticking those dreadful things in. Some 
touched her thighs, others poked her asscheeks. One had even snaked into her 
asscrack and was threatening to puncture the wrinkled flesh of her shitter. 
Marilyn was going mad, her mind whirling like a merry-go-round. Then two 
needles slipped in up front and down below. They advanced, touching her 
pussylips. Marilyn let out a gasping cry, jerking her ass back until the 
asscheeks slapped wetly against the back of the case. 

"No, no, not my cunt! Oh God, please, don't do this! Don't!" 

The needles stopped. The searing, dizzying agony made her body shake so 
violently she thought she might accidentally upend the box. That would be 
the end. Surely some of those needles would be like swords, piercing her 
body like knives! Again the teen bawled and begged for the pain and terror 
to end. The advancing needles finally stopped, and Marilyn sagged. 

What was that humming sound? Marilyn raised her head, cocking it to one 
side. It sounded like machinery of some sort turning on just behind the 
coffin. Perspiration dotted her flesh. Marilyn was unsure of what was going 
on. But there would be more pain. Of that she was certain. Tom was fumbling 
around outside once more. Then the girl felt two sharp pinpoints of heat 
burn her thigh flesh. The needles! They had suddenly become glowing hot. 
Marilyn cried out. The thought suddenly occurred to her that it was a 
generator. He was going to electrocute her with that thing. The heat 
stopped. Two more suddenly grew hot, the electrical impulse jumping into her 
nipples now. The young teen screamed, her head jerking and snapping though 
she tried to remain still. 

Marilyn felt the world growing fainter around her. Then suddenly all the 
needles seemed to explode with electricity. Her body was twisting and 
writhing madly inside the small case, making it rock dangerously from side 
to side. Tom had attached all those dreadful needles to the generator and 
now was sending a steady stream of current right into her body! At times 
they nearly broke her flesh, stabbing against her body again and again. 
Marilyn bawled, yammering for mercy while the electricity proceeded to 
arouse her body strangely. Her entire being was focused on those piercing 
objects while the current made her clit stand on end. 

The torture of being electrocuted like this only heightened her feelings. 
The more electricity Tom fed into her body via those piercing needles, the 
more she felt her clit vibrating. She wailed again, snapping like a tightly 
drawn bow against the wood. The needles around her clit were particularly 
sharp. They seemed to be tiny nibbling teeth, chewing on her pussylips, 
nipping at her sex spindle. Then more electricity shot into her ass, 
distending her bowels. Immediately Marilyn thought of his cock, of the way 
he had stretched her shitter with that fat thing. Now she almost had the 
same feeling, the needle that had almost knifed through her shitter lips now 
entering her asshole. Sparks jumped from it to her bowel lining. How her 
cunt and shitter itched from the unnatural arousal. 

Marilyn cried out, her temples throbbing. She began hearing a buzzing and 
ringing in her head while her nipples swelled up more with blood. The 
muscles in her belly, arms and legs were knotting up again, cramping, 
drawing more and more pain. Marilyn thought for a moment she could smell the 
aroma of burning flesh. Oh God, was he going to kill her like this? Were 
those knifing needles finally going to do her in? 

More electricity! The pain inside her was enormous. But, in spite of it, the 
girl felt her climax explode. Again and again her clit throbbed, aroused by 
the pricking electrified needle in her cunt. She humped her cunt and ass, 
trying to bang her fists against the sides of the coffin once more. And then 
it was over. As quickly as it had begun, the electricity stopped. 

Marilyn slumped against the wooden barrier in front of her. She gasped and 
sobbed. It was so hot in there she thought she would burn up. 

"You, you animal." Marilyn could hardly speak as she slumped forward after 
Tom had opened the door. 

"You wanna go back in?" Tom asked. 

"No, no!" 

The terror of being shoved back into the case and tortured again overrode 
everything else. She grabbed onto her tormentor, willing to do anything for 
him just to ensure she would never go back inside that thing again. 

"Yeah, you sure moved around in there. Thought you was gonna knock it over. 
Have a good time?" 

Marilyn rested her head against his thick-muscled chest and sobbed quietly. 
She was trapped, caught like some sort of Nazi war criminal. The hood was 
still pressed against her face, making it impossible for her to see. Marilyn 
had never known how terrifying it was just to have one's sight taken away, 
no matter how. Every sound she could make out seemed to threaten her. Tom 
held her for a while, laughing at her sobs. In a moment Tom clamped those 
awful iron wristcuffs on her. But this time he thankfully held her arms in 
front of her. 

"Sit down," he growled, shoving her to the floor by her shoulders. 

Marilyn almost willingly slapped her asscheeks against the cold concrete. 
Almost anything was welcomed after that horror in the coffin! Tom left her 
alone for several minutes after disappearing up the stairs. She sighed, 
scooting around the floor until she found something to rest against. Marilyn 
began thinking again of Aunt Betty. When would the woman start to worry 
about her? Marilyn had said something about coming home later. How much time 
had passed? It had felt like days. But something told the young girl it was 
barely past noon. Of course Kathy might call up, concerned her friend hadn't 
shown yet. That would make Aunt Betty suspicious. But would she even guess 
her favorite niece was here with Tom, "enjoying" herself? 

Footsteps! She heard him coming back downstairs. Tensing, the girl tried to 
ready herself for the next blow, but felt her defenses crumbling just at the 
thought of what he would do next. 

"Pussy still hot?" Tom asked. 

Marilyn refused to answer. She dropped her head down, her lips moving againt 
the zip-pered opening of the black leather hood. 

"Probably is. Gonna make it hotter," Tom told her. 

"No!" Marilyn cried. 

"Sure, baby. My friend's comin' over here to see you in a little while. 
Gotta make sure you're primo, you know what that means? Yeah, real primed 
and ready to go, to start in on fuckin' and all this other shit we been 
doin'. Yeah, it's gonna be real hot." 

"No, no, no!" 

Marilyn couldn't struggle. She wanted to, but all the fucking and all the 
beating and roping and other torture had taken the spunk from her. 

He dragged her back up to a standing position, moving the reluctant girl, 
catching her when she nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Marilyn wanted to 
sleep, to faint. But something was keeping her alive, alert, conscious when 
Tom was there. He stopped her, turning her halfway around. He removed her 
cuffs. 

"Raise your arms, slut." 

Marilyn sighed. It was going to be another hanging exercise. Almost 
automatically now, the girl did as she was told. The backs of her wrists 
brushed against something overhead-a wooden pole! Tom quickly attached her 
wrists to either end of the four-foot pole with two lengths of leather 
thongs. Next came her legs. Tom pulled the right over until she felt an iron 
eyehook with her big toe. There was the rattle of chain. 

And then Marilyn felt a cuff snapped tight around her right ankle. The same 
thing happened to her left ankle. Then the pole overhead was raised higher 
and higher until only her toes touched the floor. The muscles in her legs 
strained against her flesh as Marilyn was drawn into a taut X above the 
basement floor. 

"That's it, that's good, real good. Hope you're comfortable in that 
position. That's what you're gonna be in for a long while," Tom said. 

It was better than the other positions he had chained her in, she realized. 
There was no bodily contortion, no restraining box, no backward pull of the 
arm that threaten to dislocate her shoulders. She threw her head back, 
almost enjoying the light stretching of her body. 

"Just so you don't get too comfortable with this," Tom said, fumbling around 
her cunt. "Gonna make somethin' happen real hot to you." 

Was he going to fuck her again? His fingers stroked her cunt. Then Marilyn 
realized he was putting something inside her pussy. It was short, dry, 
relatively small. 

"Firecrackers, baby, firecrackers! Gonna heat up that pussy with a little 
sparkin'...just like I did with that generator. Man, you never seen so many 
wires goin' to a box like that." Tom snickered, pushing yet another 
low-powered firecracker into her cunt. "Yeah, looked like you was wired for 
sound. Had one hell of a time listenin' to you screamin' up a storm inside 
there every time I slipped another hot wire onto them needles. Learned that 
one over in Viet-Nam. Used to get lots of info out-ta prisoners that way. 
Don't think we'd get much outta you, though. You like this kinda shit too 
much." 

Marilyn at first didn't believe Tom could be so cruel as to torment her with 
firecrackers. But the more she felt those things inside her, the more she 
knew he was telling the truth. Her knees tensed, her arms and legs knotting 
with excitement. She trembled and strained against her bonds once more. 

"Oh yeah, baby, it's finally gettin' to you now, right? You finally 
understand what's gonna happen here?" 

He jammed another firecracker in her asshole. The sharp entry made her wince 
and strangely enough made her pussy twinge. 

"They're slow-burnin' fuses. You're gonna feel it all before they go off." 

"No!" 

Tom flipped out his lighter, igniting the three-inch-long fuses. Marilyn 
screamed, the growing heat as the fuses burned. She cringed and struggled 
against the steadily burning horror. Marilyn pulled on the crossbar. It 
swung slightly with her moves. The more she tugged on the manacles on her 
ankles, the more they cut into the flesh. She tensed and prayed. The fuses 
burned all the way down. 

Thousands of needles tore into her cunt as she jerked her hips and ass from 
side to side. There was the smell of burned gunpowder. And then more 
agonizing heat searing through her pussy. A black cloud settled over 
Marilyn, and, finally, blessedly, the girl fainted. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Wake up, bitch!" someone shouted. 

Marilyn moved her head slowly around, feeling reality starting to creep into 
her brain. When she didn't make a sound at Tom's voice a second time, she 
felt cold water splash over her. She awoke fully with a start, noticing that 
the horrid black hood was still on, that she could not see still. 

"I said, wake up. You been out for a while. Don't want you dozin' on me 
right now." 

"Oh, no more, no, no more, you're going...going to kill me," Marilyn 
whispered. 

She could hardly speak. The stinging in her cunt was still there. Now she 
hung there, her arms poised against the wooden pole suspended above her 
while her ankles still remained chained to the floor. 

"Might as well take this thing off. My guest's gonna want to wear this, 
maybe." Tom fumbled with the lock and chain around her throat. 

In a moment Marilyn felt the hood loosen around her chin. Tom began pulling 
it off roughly, tearing some hair from her scalp in the process. Marilyn no 
longer cared. It was wonderful, absolutely wonderful to see again. She 
blinked in the light, squinting as she tried to get used to sight once 
again. Tom was standing there, rubbing his cock through his Levi's. 

"You like it, don't you, baby? You dug get-tin' fucked in the cunt, then 
went crazy when I slipped this mother up your shitter. And now you want 
more, right?" 

"Uhhhhh...." 

"Right?" He slapped her hard across the face, backhanding her so his 
knuckles bruised her chin. 

"Yes, oh yes!" she cried in quick agreement. 

Tom chuckled, rubbing his hand against his chin, then looking at her. He 
moved forward, pressing his mouth against her pussy and driving his tongue 
in. Marilyn hummed, her mind exploding into a myriad of colors. It had been 
so long since something this gentle, this caressing had happened to her. 
There had been all the chains, the ropes, the whips, the beatings, the awful 
coffin and those needles. And now his tongue was back in her cunt, spreading 
her open, licking down into her cunthole and drawing up more fuck juices. 
Marilyn let her head fall back, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling while her 
toes curled in delight. Oh, she didn't realize just how hot she was until 
that soothing tongue lashed over her clit. How good it was to feel that 
instead of the exploding, piercing firecrackers! 

"Ohhhhh...oh yes, yes, touch me like that. It's soooo gooood when you lick 
me like that," Marilyn moaned, her body shivering with emotion. 

"I know, baby. You dig anything. Fuck, I bet you could take on the L.A. 
Raiders if you had a chance," Tom sneered. 

He pressed his mouth up against her cunt once more, nipping the puffed outer 
edges with his teeth, then taking her pussy mound in his mouth all at once 
and shaking it back and forth like a dog. Marilyn saw sparks fly in front of 
her eyes. She wailed, her body tensing against the chains and the rocking 
wooden pole above her. 

"You know," Tom said, pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of one 
hand, "I thought I'd leave you up like that. But I got a better idea. I dug 
you the way you was before. You know, when I popped your cherry. Yeah, 
that's a whole lot better. And my...guest is gonna dig that more." 

Tom moved quickly, first unfastening the chains around her ankles, then 
bringing down the overhead pole to release her wrists from the restraining 
thongs. Marilyn fell to the floor, Tom catching her. He dragged her back to 
the table she had lost her cherry on, bundling her onto the top, then 
twisting her around. She automatically knew what he wanted, getting down on 
her hands and knees, then thrusting her arms back until her fingers were 
even with her toes. Tom laughed at her readiness for bondage, looping the 
line around her wrists and ankles in figure-eights, binding them tightly 
together, then affixing them to the end of the table. Marilyn was back in 
her kneeling spread position, her shoulder blades touching the far end of 
the table. Tom moved around, opening his fly and pulling out his rigid 
prick. Marilyn stared wonderingly at it, feeling her pussy contract, winking 
shut with high sexual heat. 

"Start sucking. Go on, suck this thing. I want to see it goin' in and outta 
your mouth. I wanna see cum all over your fuckin' face." 

Suck? The thought had never entered the girl's mind. That was the last place 
of her body Tom hadn't violated-her mouth. And now he was going to take care 
of that little matter right now. She opened her mouth. 

"You can hardly wait to take that thing in your mouth, eh? Smackin' down for 
some good chow...well you're gonna suck them tubes dry, baby. Gonna fill 
your fuckin' mouth the way I stuffed your cunt and asshole!" 

Marilyn felt a chill travel down her spine at Tom's words. His fat cockhead 
rested on her lower lip now. She tried adjusting her position, but of course 
the ropes chafed her wrists and ankles. She opened her mouth wider, her jaws 
still aching from the ball that had gagged her earlier. 

Tom bent his knees slightly, shoving in his prick until the fat cockhead 
spread her lips rubber-band thin. He had filled her mouth now with his cock. 
His fat prick had swelled up immediately, pushing her jaws open even more. 
The bleachy taste of the slippery fuck fluid was starting to coat her mouth 
and throat. Marilyn swallowed. 

"Come on, keep it suckin', baby. I wanna feel that tongue all over my 
prick." 

Marilyn did as she was told, pressing her head forward until the wiry 
cockbush tickled the insides of her nostrils. 

"Some fuckin' virgin," Tom chuckled. "You'll do anything if a good hot stiff 
cock's around." 

Tom moved his hips, smiling with a leer as he watched his prick bulge out 
Marilyn's full cheeks. 

The girl swallowed hard again. It was so different having a man's prick 
inside her mouth. So different! She sucked hard, her cheeks caving in, her 
tongue laving along the sensitive bottom of his pistoning prick. 

"Come on, baby, do it...oh yeahhh, gimme that fuckin' good head!" 

The words stung her pride once more-or at least, what was left of it. Pride? 
Marilyn laughed inwardly. Surely she'd never be able to look at herself in 
the mirror again without seeing Tom hunkering over her like a dog, beating 
her, crushing her into the ground and fucking her. 

Marilyn felt another strange twinge sear through her pussy. She sucked hard, 
bobbing her head back. Purposely the girl twisted her wrists and ankles, 
relishing the rough scratchy feel of the rope against her flesh. 

"Oh baby, baby, that's real good," Tom hissed through his clenched teeth. 
His hands were nearly crushing her skull now while his groin slapped 
steadily up against her face. 

Marilyn gobbled up as much cockmeat as she could, feeling his leathery balls 
swinging up against her chin. Her arms began to ache once more from this 
doubled-over position. 

Marilyn's spit soaked Tom's groin, drops of spittle hanging like diamonds 
from his black curly cock hairs. She moved her lips up and down on that 
cock, loving the softness of the flesh while at the same time feeling the 
steely inner core throbbing up against the roof of her mouth. 

It was so strange how doing something like this, sucking cock, could inflame 
her pussy. Nothing was touching her cunt. And yet Marilyn could feel the 
clit pulsing and twitching as if Tom were fucking her right now. Tom moved 
forward, stretching his hands above her back, then over to her ass. She felt 
his fingers on her asscheeks stroking her softly, increasing the heat in her 
cunt. Marilyn liked the gentle contrast with the whips and knives and 
needles that had plagued her previously in his basement. She rolled her ass, 
presenting her swelling cunt mouth to his fingers. 

"Man, that's enough there...gotta have that nice stoked-hot pussy," Tom 
whispered. 

Stoked-hot. That was a good term for it, she thought. Stoked until her pussy 
was threatening to set her thighs on fire. Already the juice was slicking 
down her flesh. Her pussy was so hot, so sore from arousal that it almost 
hurt her to move her ass around excitedly. 

She was panting like a dog, her nostrils flaring while her chest tightened 
with lust. What had he done to her? In the name of God, what on earth had he 
done to her to make her like this? She was rutting again while the blunt 
head of his cock pressed against her swollen-open cuntal mouth. His prick 
was slick with fuck juices, slick with her spit. Marilyn let out a groan, 
clenching her eyes shut. 

"Ohhhhh, do it! Oh God, fuck me! Stick that...uhhh...that prick in me." 

Marilyn heard her own voice-low, gravelly, sounding as if it came from 
another woman. And the things she was begging for! 

Then he was sliding his prick all the way in. There was little resistance 
now. Her cunt had winked open for him, the muscles snugging down teasingly, 
milking gently at his fucking rod. Tom braced his hands against her rounded 
asscheeks, feeding more and more of his greased meat while telling her how 
good and hot and tight she was. 

"Nice, baby, nice and snug. That's how I dig 'em." 

The brutal experience with the firecrackers hadn't injured her. Now there 
was only pleasure, the raw pleasure of having her pussy filled with a hefty 
hunk of prickmeat. Marilyn squealed like a stuck pig. 

Tom increased the tempo of his fuck-strokes, sending more and more of his 
cockmeat up to her belly. She swiveled her hips in a large circle, feeling 
the wonderful sensation of his cockhead slipping into her gut. 

"Oh, oh, that's sooooo hot...oh baby, when you move that butt like that, 
man, I think I'm gonna lose it and drop my load," Tom said. 

Marilyn jerked her ass around more and more, prancing it, wanting more 
sensation before she let him cum. Tom fucked hard into her, nearly knocking 
the young blonde teen from the surface. His hands slipped down to her ropes, 
tugging hard against her wrists and ankles, chafing her injured flesh. The 
pain increased her lust, adding a spicy salt to her pleasure. She groaned, 
backing up as much as she could. Tom was stimulating her to the maximum. The 
thrusting mass of prickmeat in her cunt was pushing her over the edge. In a 
moment she'd be cumming-cumming hard and fast. The young teen paused for a 
second. Then, as lights exploded in front of her, she no felt Tom cumming 
inside her. Yes, he was dropping his load, sending streamers of his jizz 
into her cunt while pulling hard at the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. 

Her climax was devastating as well. Bound in that obscene way, the girl sent 
out rushing pants of breath, her tits swinging forward and sliding over the 
hard wood. Marilyn gasped, sucking in air, wallowing in the sinful delight 
of her climax. 

Tom was grunting like the animal he was, finishing his cum, cruelly 
gathering up little fistfuls of her white flesh and squeezing them between 
his pinching fingers. 

Then Tom pulled his prick from her pussy, smearing the cum over her outer 
cuntlips. 

"Hadn't meant to cum. Got some more shit to put you through. But, man, you 
got one hell of a hot little pussy. Don't like lettin' somethin' like that 
go to waste." 

"Just lemme go...please." 

Marilyn felt she had had enough. She could hardly speak. The excitement of 
her sexual rush had gone. Hanging her head over the edge, she felt her cunt 
tighten, then slacken off as more jizz oozed from her cunt. Oh God, she had 
suffered so much today, had been fucked so much. Last night while watching 
her aunt and Tom, the girl had had no idea she would get so involved with 
this kind of sex. ill 

"Not yet. Hey, somebody's here," Tom said, cocking his head to one side. 
Marilyn listened too. The doorbell was ringing. She could barely hear it. 
Tom zipped up his Levi's, giving her ass a light smack. 

"You...you're not going to leave me like this, are you?" she gasped, raising 
her head painfully from the table. 

"Sure. That's the best way." 

Tom grinned down at her, then turned and climbed up the stairs. Marilyn 
sobbed, closing her eyes in defeat. There would be more, and now she had a 
new person to contend with. Again she heard Tom walking around upstairs. The 
young teen could barely make out conversation. There were more sounds, then 
the door opened once more. Two people began descending the stairs. Marilyn 
raised her head, seeing Tom come back into view. Then she saw the second 
person. Dear God! It was Aunt Betty! 

"Hello, Marilyn." Her voice was calm as she walked behind Tom. 

"I...I'm sorry. I don't know...oh, I'm so ashamed." 

Betty smiled, patting her hair in place. She stared at her niece coolly, her 
eyes blazing with excitement. 

"I found the piece of paper on the kitchen floor. You know, the one with 
Tom's number. 

You dropped it this morning. Obviously, you memorized the address and didn't 
really need it." Betty looked around at the various instruments on the wall. 
"I see what you mean," she said, glancing over to Tom. "This is quite a 
playground." 

"Yeah, thought somebody like you'd really appreciate it." 

"I do. And my niece . . . ? " 

Tom laughed, shaking his head from side to side. He pointed at her. 

"You think she don't like somethin' like that? Man, she couldn't wait for me 
to get them ropes on her. She dug gettin' fucked and...you know, all of it." 

"Yes, I think I do." 

Betty set her jaw firmly, walking up to Marilyn. The girl was horrified, 
feeling as though she wanted to sink through the floor in abject shame. Aunt 
Betty put one hand under her chin, raising her head. 

"You spied on me yesterday...and then you came here, getting his address 
somehow. That wasn't very good, Marilyn. You should be disciplined." 

"Man, I been doin' that all fuckin' day, lady," Tom said. "Now I'd like to 
get some rope around you." 

Betty shivered, but put one hand up. "I want her first. She has to be taught 
a lesson 

. . . from me," Betty said, tilting her chin up while staring down 
menacingly at Marilyn. 

"Oh, Aunt Betty, please...please get me outta here. I promise, I'll do 
anything you say. I'll clean the floors all week. I'll-" 

"I was thinking about another sort of discipline, Marilyn...the sort Tom has 
apparently been giving you with a good deal of success." 

Marilyn looked from one to the other, her flesh growing tight around her 
eyelids. They were speaking the same language. Her aunt was as bad as Tom. 
Yes, she could see that look of anger, that look in her eyes. She had let 
the big man tie her up and fuck her. But there was another side to Aunt 
Betty, one perhaps she had just discovered in herself. Marilyn shook her 
head from side to side, feeling the ropes wrapped tightly around her wrists 
and ankles more tightly now. 

"Oh no, no, don't...oh please, please, please, he's hurt me so much 
and...and I don't think I can take any more." 

"Just what have you done to my niece, Tom?" Betty asked, keeping her eyes 
always on Marilyn. 

"Just what you told me." 

"Told you?" Marilyn wailed, her eyes flashing at her aunt. 

"I called him earlier when I thought you'd be coming over. Go on, Tom. 

He explained all the horrors he had put Marilyn through, telling Betty in 
particularly vivid terms how the girl had enjoyed the fucking and beating. 
Betty smiled, her lower lip barely trembling. 

"You've learned quickly, Marilyn...more quickly than even I have. It's time 
I learn from both of you. We talked about the enema. I want to try it out on 
her. But not before we teach her the consequences of disobeying an adult. 
You've got to learn that, Marilyn. And we intend to teach it to you...both 
of us." 

"Oh please, please!" 

Tom moved back while the older woman began undressing. She unbuttoned her 
light-blue summer frock, sliding the garment off her narrow shoulders and 
stepping from it. Folding it carefully onto a chair, Betty reached back and 
unfastened her bra slowly, purposely teasing Tom, then letting her 
high-riding, full tits tumble from the cups and rest invitingly on her 
chest. Her bra, too, wound up resting on a nearby chair, Betty's fingers now 
sliding under the elastic waistband of her light-pink cotton panties. 
Marilyn could see her aunt's cunt-hairs barely through the thin material. 
Tom was smacking his lips as Betty wriggled out of her panties. She pushed 
them down to the floor and stepped carefully from them. She was us stark 
naked now. 

"I'm gonna dress you up for the occasion-hers and mine," Tom said, taking 
Betty by the hand and pulling her toward a closet. 

Marilyn twisted her head around, watching this nightmare unfolding in front 
of her. Never would she have believed her aunt would go this far. Kneeling 
there, her wrists and ankles still bound, Marilyn watched as Tom pulled out 
several menacing-looking objects. 

Betty examined them and smiled, drawing her hands over her tits, then 
smoothing her hands down her narrow waist to her hips. Tom had already 
clapped both hands around her asscheeks and was kissing and biting her 
nipples while kneading her ass-flesh. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"This is...awful...unreal," Marilyn gasped. 

Aunt Betty was dressing for the occasion, she saw. Tom had given her metal 
tit cups which she now fastened on her tits. Then she bowed her head while 
he slipped on a frightening-looking steel-studded black leather collar. It 
came down in a point to where her cleavage began. Under her tits he wound 
black leather bands that pressed hard into her flesh, leaving long white 
marks in the pink skin. 

"This is gonna look bitchin' on you, baby. Real bitchin', " Tom said, 
pulling out a pair of long black boots. 

Betty smiled, bracing herself against a concrete column while Tom slid the 
left one on. It nearly came halfway up her thighs. 

Marilyn watched as if hypnotized, her excessive fear making her weaker than 
before. 

When she was through, Betty moved to a position in front of Marilyn. She 
looked like an Amazon warrior woman. This was no longer her sweet Aunt 
Betty. This was someone who wanted to hurt her badly. 

Marilyn struggled with the bonds. She felt more in fear for her safety than 
when she was alone with Tom. Betty, Marilyn rightly guessed, would spur Tom 
onto more acts of depravity. 

"We talked a little about what we should do to her. Let's start," Betty 
said. 

Betty's voice had grown harder with each passing second. Marilyn shivered as 
Tom's hands busied themselves around the bonds holding her arms and legs 
prisoner. It felt good having the ropes removed. She drew her hands forward, 
rubbing her chafed wrists together. 

"Over there...in that tub," Aunt Betty said. 

Betty was pointing to a large yellowish porcelain bathtub shoved to one side 
of the basement. It was filled with old crates and filth. Tom scooped out 
the trash with several movements, boxes and old cardboard clattering on the 
floor all around. Betty picked her way carefully over the garbage, dragging 
her reluctant niece behind her. 

Marilyn did as she was told, raising her leg carefully over the lip of the 
tub, then squatting down inside. She shivered, afraid to touch the dirty 
sides. 

"He's sucked your cunt, fucked your pussy, fucked your ass, and, at the same 
time, made you suck his prick. That's quite a list of things done for a girl 
your age. And Tom told me you were a virgin before you walked in the house. 
That, I've got to admit, is something of a surprise," Betty said, pushing 
Marilyn back into the tub. 

The girl groaned, the back of her head striking the cold porcelain. She 
sprawled, her arms braced on either side of the tub. She started to get up. 

But Betty prevented her, climbing into the tub herself. She stood over the 
girl, her booted legs spread on either side of Marilyn's thighs. "These days 
it's something of a find to have a girl your age with a cherry. Still," 
Betty said with a sigh, "you had to lose it. Your mother would never forgive 
me if she knew. So, of course, that's our little secret. You've been paying 
for that secret the moment you walked in here. And now you'll pay a little 
more." 

Marilyn wondered why Aunt Betty was in the tub with her. Was Tom going to do 
something dreadful to both of them at the same time? 

Then Betty began to piss. Marilyn cringed away, her hands slipping on the 
smooth cold sides of the tub. Betty kicked her niece lightly on the ankles, 
warning her not to move while she squatted down a little farther. Marilyn's 
eyes rounded. Her fingers were pressed tightly to her lips to keep the 
scream down. Tom was leaning on the far end of the tub, watching the two 
women. 

"Why, I'll be damned! Pissin' on her. Yeah, you said you thought that might 
be a turn-on." 

Marilyn whimpered, drawing her knees up to her tits. 

"Bring them down...I want you to open yourself completely to me." 

Marilyn shook her head. Betty raised one hand from the lip of the tub, 
smacking her nice hard until her legs stretched out in front of her, the 
knees touching either end of the tub. The woman squatted down again, holding 
either side of the porcelain tub, her boots creaking from the position. 
Marilyn saw the brown furry snatch between her aunt's legs open. She could 
see, even in the near darkness, the dark-red pussy-meat. But then more piss 
came out, splashing between Marilyn's legs, and the curiosity she had about 
Betty's cunt disappeared. Marilyn closed her eyes, feeling as filthy as she 
had ever felt in her life. The hot piss splattered against her right ankle, 
some droplets splashing up to her thighs. 

"Man, this is too much, too fuckin' much. Think I'll join in," Tom said. 

The big stud moved around to the other side, unzipping his Levi's once again 
and fishing out his prick. Marilyn had given all her attention to her aunt, 
desperately trying to keep her legs out of the way, raising them slightly 
from the warming surface of the tub as the piss began to accumulate in and 
around her ankles. Now Tom was standing just forward of her face, holding 
his flaccid cock in one hand. 

"Don't move, or I'll make that slap your aunt gave you seem like a love 
tap," Tom warned. 

Marilyn was caught, trapped by these two in the tub. While her aunt 
continued to piss on her legs, Tom began a stream of his own. At first, a 
few drops appeared at his cockhead, falling listlessly on the lips of the 
tub. But then more followed. In a second, a weak yellow stream turned into a 
thick river of piss, spattering over her throat, then splashing onto her 
nipples and stinging her tit tips. Marilyn turned her head away, wrinkling 
her nose up at the rising stink of piss. Tom hosed her all over. 

Marilyn shuddered with revulsion. It was awful, terrible! 

Tom reached out, pulling her hair, forcing the girl to open her mouth. 
Keeping his fingers there, the young stud twisted his hips around so that 
his prick faced Marilyn. 

The young teen stared wildly at him. His piss was splashing against her 
tits. Some drops were already stinging her cheeks and forehead. He was going 
to piss in her mouth! Oh dear God in heaven, he was going to piss down her 
throat! 

Marilyn curled her fingers against her thighs, clawing the nails over her 
flesh. She felt the intensity of the stream move along her throat, then 
slide up to her lips. Oh God, it was touching her chin, then into her mouth. 
Marilyn gagged, trying to put her tongue up to keep the vile liquid from 
shooting down her throat. She couldn't. Tom moved his prick closer, spraying 
his piss down against her teeth, laughing as it stung her tonsils and 
slithered down her throat to her belly! And, all the while, Aunt Betty was 
squatting a little lower, pissing into her cunt! 

"Oh baby, baby, that's it, come on, that's it, swallow that piss, drink it 
up!" Tom grunted. 

Marilyn felt like vomiting. She choked, coughing violently while the two 
people continued to piss on her body. 

Tom slapped her hard across the face once more, knocking her down farther 
into the tub. Her head bounced along the hard cold porcelain, stars popping 
in front of her eyes. 

"I oughtta make the little slut suck me off...cum right in her mouth. That'd 
teach the bitch. But she's gonna get a lot more from you, baby. I want you 
to bounce this slut around," Tom said. 

Betty nodded her head, straightening herself, then climbing carefully from 
the tub. Marilyn lay in the pool of warm yellow piss feeling as if she were 
the scum of the earth. This was far worse than any of the beatings she had 
had to endure today. She wallowed in the filth, wishing she could die. 

"Get up. Gotta clean you up. Whew! Man, you wanna lay in that crap?" 

Marilyn kept her eyes lowered, bracing her hands against the lip of the tub 
and pulling herself up. Tom threw down an old rug and told her to stand on 
it, then pulled the plug to let the piss drain out. Aunt Betty had filled a 
large metal bucket with cold water and brought it forward. 

"This'll clean you up," Betty said. 

Tom took the bucket, flinging the icy contents over her body. 

Marilyn nearly dropped to the floor, her knees weakening at the icy splash 
of the water. Another bucket came, and then another, making her cuntal 
muscles snap shut once again from the frigid touch. Tom barked at Aunt Betty 
in rapid fire tones, demanding more water. The woman rushed to the sink, 
filling the bucket one last time, then handing it to him. He tossed the cold 
liquid into her cunt, laughing as Marilyn's face went blank and her 
asscheeks slapped against the tub. She had nearly tilted back over into that 
awful container. 

"Please, no more, no more," Marilyn sobbed, hardly able to move. All parts 
of her body ached, while a terrible sense of exhaustion made the slightest 
move an effort. 

"You're nothin' but a ruttin' little slut...a regular animal. You ain't got 
no right to be tired. You'll be through with this when I say so," Tom said. 

"Over here," Betty said, pointing to a spot on the floor. "Now, get 
down...hands and knees." 

Marilyn wiped a tear from under one eye, doing as her aunt had ordered. 

"Now," Tom said, standing behind the sobbing girl, "start lickin'. I wanna 
see you clean those boots...go on." Tom put one heel of his own boots 
against the back of Marilyn's neck and shoved down. "Clean your aunt's 
boots. You owe her one, not listenin' to her, comin' on over here without 
asking permission. Lick, bitch." 

Marilyn held her stomach, bending forward while her knees scraped painfully 
on the floor. She lowered her face until it was even with the toes of Aunt 
Betty's thigh-high boots. She could smell something now-Aunt Betty's cunt. 
Yes, the woman was aroused, her pussy hot just from having watched her niece 
humiliated in the bathtub like that. And now she was getting more excited, 
watching Marilyn degraded, bent over, forced to lick her boots. 

When the girl hesitated, Betty jerked her right leg up, kicking her in the 
side, nearly breaking the third rib, snapping again in the center of her rib 
cage. This time Marilyn did all she could to keep from pitching over onto 
her left side. Tom again put one boot against the back of her neck, 
threatening to break her spine. 

"Lick," Tom commanded. 

Marilyn slipped her hand around Betty's dainty foot, her fingers curling 
around the heel while she began dragging her tongue along the slick upper 
surface of the boot. She licked up and down, leaving long trails of spit on 
the leather. 

Betty laughed, twisting her foot around to make sure Marilyn got all parts 
of the boot. "Now, the other one." 

Marilyn left off, moving to the other foot and performing the same awful 
task. At times, Tom raised his foot, placing his toe against her cunt and 
rubbing up and down. To her surprise, Marilyn began bobbing her ass in a 
counter rhythm, rubbing her clit against the shoe leather. The cool, hard 
touch excited her terribly. She began moaning, bobbing her ass, moving her 
tongue up and down, finally moving her head around so she could lick out the 
gutters on either side of Aunt Betty's boot. 

"Now, the sole." Betty raised her boot a little more. 

Tom tried wedging the toe into Marilyn's cunt. The girl felt her fuck juices 
running, the warm dark pink membranes itchily fluttering together and 
against the black boot leather while her tongue slicked against the dirty 
sole. Thank goodness the boot hadn't been worn anywhere else other than the 
basement. It was relatively clean. Betty drew her hands over her own belly, 
then slid them over her cunt, cupping them hard against the soft, moist 
flesh while her niece continued to degrade herself. 

Tom pushed forward, knocking Marilyn flat on her face. The girl lay there, 
her right cheek pressed against the cellar floor. Tom moved up, pressing his 
toe into her cunt. Through a gathering mist of lust, Marilyn saw her aunt 
grinning down at her. There was no joy in that grin, no love. There was only 
hellish delight in seeing her writhing on the floor with Tom's boot pressing 
into her cunt. He was almost kicking his way in, squeezing his boot in until 
her legs jerked out like those of a frog. 

"I think she's ready for somethin' a little more spirited, eh Betty? She's 
just like you." Tom went up to the older woman, tugging her hair back, then 
sticking his tongue down her throat. Betty groaned into the spit-slicked 
kiss, her boots slipping on the floor. Jack squeezed her tits cruelly, 
pinching the nipples cruelly. The woman squealed, her knees knocking against 
his. Jack pulled away, slapping her hard on both asscheeks. The woman 
winced, the smile never having left her lips. 

"Oh yes," Betty said, her eyes blazing with a new fury. 

Marilyn trembled. Her aunt had turned into some kind of animal right in 
front of her. 

"I wanna see that bitch lick you off first. Come on, baby," Tom said. 

Marilyn balked at the idea, moving back while covering her mouth with one 
hand. Betty narrowed her eyes in anger while Tom stepped forward, 
backhanding the terrified blonde teen. 

Marilyn's head snapped to the left, the force of the blow nearly dislocating 
her neck. She picked herself up from the floor, still looking defiantly at 
the two people. 

"I won't, I won't...you can't make me,' she protested violently. 

Tom told Betty to keep her niece in line while he moved to a large chest to 
one side o that awful bathtub. Betty held Marilyn in check as Tom pulled out 
what appeared at first to be a hopeless tangle of leather strips. Shaking 
them a bit, he showed the woman that it was a harness of sorts, one he was 
about to strap onto Marilyn. 

"Now, get up," Tom ordered. 

Marilyn stood, her eyes examining the device with growing curiosity. She had 
been strapped into God only knew how many devices today. But this was the 
most involved. Tom walked up to her, slipping two straps around the tops of 
her shoulders, the rest of the device dangling down in front of her. A small 
metal ring held these two straps together, also attaching a vertical strap 
that pressed against her sternum. Betty helped, pulling two cross straps 
just under her niece's tits and one just above her cunt around, fastening 
them against her spine. Two "V" straps that dangled from the bottom waist 
strap were tugged around her pussy, the cool leather pressing into the warm 
moist meat of her cunt. Tom snugged the leather around her body, then forced 
the girl to her hands and knees. Jumping onto her back, he kicked his heels 
against her ribs. Marilyn's spine sagged from the weight of his body. 

"Come on, baby. You don't wanna suck your aunt's pussy? Then you ride along 
with 

He forced her to move around the room, her elbows bowing out at times. 
Marilyn stumbled, catching her breath, shaking her body while Tom put his 
full weight on her spine. He slapped hard against the back of her head. 

"I'd have the bitch jump through some fuckin' hoops if I could," Tom 
laughed. 

The blonde teen stopped, unable to go any further. This was madness, pure 
and simple. She couldn't believe two adults could do something like this to 
her! It was grotesque, a sick nightmare coming true right in front of her. 
Tom saw her balking and rose from her back, putting one booted foot against 
her ass and pushing down hard. Again he knocked her to the floor, her 
harness hugging tightly against her chest and tits. 

"I think she's ready to suck some pussy. 

Either that, or I'm gonna ride that slut right into the ground again," he 
said. 

Marilyn could go no further. She was defeated. When Tom rolled her around, 
hooking his fingers under the shoulder straps of her leather harness and 
hauling her forward, Marilyn went along like a zombie. She fell forward, 
catching herself, then fell forward again, her forehead striking the hard 
floor. Dazed, humiliated, Marilyn found herself on her hands and knees 
before Aunt Betty. Again she could smell the woman's hot pussy. 

"All right, Marilyn. You've disobeyed me. Now you'll pay. Suck my cunt," 
Aunt Betty said evenly. 

She had done so much. This was just another step. Marilyn pushed herself up 
into a squatting position, her full-fleshed ass resting against her heels. 
Betty had already slipped both hands around her niece's head and was now 
pulling it into her crotch. Marilyn's nose wrinkled up. She could smell the 
strong, pungent aroma of that hot pussy as her nose pressed against the 
woman's clit. 

"Come on, Marilyn, suck my pussy. Oh yes, yes, suck it good," Betty urged. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Marilyn felt her face being fitted into Betty's cunt. So this was what Tom 
had smelled and tasted when fucking his tongue in and out of her own pussy! 
The glistening oil that had started to bubble out tasted something like the 
cum from Tom's prickhead. After a while, Marilyn found herself holding onto 
Aunt Betty with both hands, her fingers sinking into the woman's ass while 
her tongue lashed inside. She pushed up into the delicate crack nestling her 
cheek against Betty's soft pussylips. Marilyn began licking her way in and 
out of Aunt Betty's cunt. 

Betty was twisting her head around, her fingers fluttering around the back 
of Marilyn's head. Her booted thighs rubbed back and forth against Marilyn's 
face. 

"Do it, man, sixty-nine," Tom said, pulling Betty around while kicking 
Marilyn to the floor. 

The girl rolled over and over from the force of the blow. In an instant, 
blinking her eyes clear, she saw that Tom had shoved Betty down into a 
sixty-nine position with her. Marilyn didn't care any more what she was 
doing or who was watching. She was so confused, so rattled from the day's 
events. All the girl knew was that she was hot, and someone was trying to 
ease the pressure and itchy ache which were driving her mad. Then she felt 
her used, bruised cunt being massaged by careful fingers again.. Looking up, 
she saw Aunt Betty's pussy over her. Slowly, that curly haired dark brown 
cunt came down almost to within licking distance. Marilyn smacked her lips 
instinctively. Looking up, she could see that hot red cunt-meat throbbing 
just under the dark curls. Marilyn felt a tongue being inserted gently into 
her own pussy. It shoved carefully in, easing past the tense, moist puffy 
lips. 

Betty blew a hot breath through the girl's blonde curly hair, while she 
licked the bud of her clit. Gently, softly, Aunt Betty fitted her mouth onto 
Marilyn's sweet cunt and started sucking. 

Marilyn arched her spine, rubbing the naked backs of her legs against the 
concrete. The leather harness restrained her body while Aunt Betty's tongue 
soothed and excited her aching cunt. Above them, Marilyn could hear Tom 
panting. Looking around her aunt's thighs, she could see him jacking his 
prick. 

"Oh yeah, come on, baby, come on, suck that cunt. I wanna hear you suckin' 
cunt." 

Aunt Betty said very little, moving her finger softly around Marilyn's cunt 
while flicking her tongue in and out. She flicked it fast against her 
niece's pussy. At the same time, as she was tonguing Marilyn's cunt, she 
lowered her body so her pussy was right over the girl's mouth. She could 
feel her niece panting into her cunt. 

"Oh, oh, give it to me," Marilyn wailed, twisting her body from side to 
side. 

"Oh yessss...." Aunt Betty moaned. 

The girl saw the tiny sex spindle dangling in the brown curly hair just 
above her. She wanted to lick it, to make her feel good. Marilyn trembled in 
happy expectation as she watched her aunt lower her body. Those leather 
boots, those tit cups, that outfit-they all excited her more and more. And 
there was the restraining tug of her own leather outfit, that dreadful 
harness pressing against her flesh. Everything added to the delight racing 
through her cunt as the two women began to make love to one another. 

"Down, bitch." Tom pushed his booted foot against Betty's shoulders, forcing 
her down hard. 

Marilyn felt her clit throbbing from the direct touch of her aunt's tongue. 
She twisted her hips up and down in soft, fucking movements. Aunt Betty's 
fingers were inching around her asscheeks now, one of them having found her 
stretched little asshole. Marilyn cried into the soft cunt nearly smothering 
her, thinking again of Tom's prick. 

Marilyn's pussy exploded. The feathery blonde curls on her puffy cuntlips 
waved as Aunt Betty's hot breath blew over them. The dark pink of her clit 
glowed juicily at the top of her slit. Her tits tilted up, rubbing up 
against the leather straps running crosswise on her body. She felt those two 
bottom "V" straps sliding greasily back and forth against her moist 
cuntmeat. At times Betty licked at them, purposely rubbing the edges while 
still tonguing deep in her cunt. That double sensation drove the young teen 
out of her mind. 

"Ohhhh, Aunt Betty!" Marilyn couldn't think straight. All she knew was that 
it felt so good. That hot, slippery mouth was opening wide on top of her, 
sucking hard, deep, making her twist and writhe like a bitch in rut. Her 
cries mixed with those of her aunt's while Tom kept slapping and kicking the 
two women who thrashed on the bare floor. 

"Man, got me a couple of Lesbos here...can't get enough of good pussy, eh?" 
Tom grunted, smirking. 

Marilyn hummed right into her aunt's cunt, feeling more fuck juices seep 
from that brown pussy and nearly drown her. The girl felt her aunt's mouth 
go wild in her cunt, grinding tightly into her, spreading the lips, pushing 
into her tight sucking hole. The membranes felt so darned itchy while her 
clit began to ache more and more. 

While Aunt Betty sucked hard, Marilyn felt that finger in her ass shoving 
farther inside. She groaned wildly, rolling her ass around in circles. Again 
Marilyn felt that finger pressure its way into her hot, tight ass. That 
wriggling throbbed through into her cunt. The walls vibrated like a taut 
drumhead. Betty's tongue and finger worked together, pushing Marilyn closer 
and closer to climax. 

Betty cried out, the vibrations echoing through Marilyn's cunt and shaking 
her clit. 

Her nerves vibrated all over. It was good. The two women held onto one 
another, rolling over and over, hugging their cunts to one another's mouth. 
Marilyn cried out loudly, gluing her mouth onto that dripping wide-open 
pussy. The fatigue she had felt earlier disappeared in a flash. Now all she 
cared about was her climax, that hard cum she knew would explode all over. 

Aunt Betty was tugging at some of the straps now, sawing the leather back 
and forth slickly over her cunt. There were times when Marilyn felt the top 
strap brush over her nipples. 

She let out a cry of delight, sucking on her aunt's clit, then screwing her 
tongue into that wonderful hot cunt. 

Marilyn felt Aunt Betty writhe and twist, under her now that she was on top. 
She tightened her grip, pushing her cunt down on her aunt's face in hard, 
short strokes. She was fucking herself, fucking her cunt against that 
wonderful licking face. 

She wanted to make Aunt Betty eat it, suck it, to make her cum. She 
remembered how this all started. She wanted to make her cunt pay. Her young 
hips worked up and down in strong, fucking strokes. She shoved one finger 
into the older woman's ass now, twisting from side to side. She felt Aunt 
Betty shaking under her. Her tongue shoved deep into the hot pussy. And 
now...yes and now she could feel that cunt starting to spasm. 

She felt Aunt Betty moving around, going out of control. Marilyn wiggled her 
finger deep inside the woman's tight ass and kept her tongue skewering down 
into that hot, sucking cunthole. 

Aunt Betty loved it! Marilyn could feel those hot spasms shaking the woman 
all over. Her aunt cried into her cunt again. Marilyn felt the spasms hit 
Aunt Betty's cunt with the force of a freight train. Terrible tremors ripped 
through her pussy, making her snap her legs against Aunt Betty's head. It 
was awful, so terribly awful! 

And yet the young girl couldn't keep herself from prancing her shivering ass 
up and down against her aunt's face. Her clit popped into the woman's 
sucking mouth and vibrated like a struck tuning fork. Marilyn came in a 
violent rush, her cuntlips smacking wetly against the woman's face. 

Finally it was over. The two women collapsed, cradled in one another's arms. 
For what seemed like minutes, neither of them said a thing. Then Marilyn 
yawned, stretching her arms over her head. 

"That's good, dear. That was very good. Normally I think you'd be rewarded. 
But we have to make sure you understand your guilt. 

You have to carry that around with you the rest of your life. How did you 
get this address?" Betty asked. 

Tom was kneeling down now, listening intently to the conversation. Marilyn 
looked at her aunt, then at Jack. She felt like a criminal. Her cunt 
slackened a little, her clit drawing back into the surrounding cuntflesh. 

"I...stole it. I mean," she hastily added, "I saw his car." Marilyn nodded 
at Tom. "Then I opened the door and looked inside his glove compartment. It 
was his registration, I think. I memorized the address, then wrote it down 
when I got back to my room." 

"I see." Aunt Betty rose from the floor, sliding her hands luxuriously over 
her hard-tipped tits. "The straps here can hold her down." 

"Yeah, she ain't gonna go nowhere after we tie the slut down," Tom said. 

"Up, Marilyn. One more ordeal for you. You've deserved it, I have to say," 
Betty told her. 

It was almost impossible for her to move now. All the business of the day 
had totally sapped her strength. Betty helped her to her feet, half dragging 
her to the table where Tom had fucked her earlier. Tom was busy dragging 
something out from yet another corner. 

"Here, lie down," Tom commanded. 

Marilyn did as she was told. Betty moved around, threading lengths of rope 
through the girl's harness, securing it to the flat of the table top. 

"Please, Aunt Betty, don't...don't let him hurt me any more," Marilyn cried, 
tears blurring her vision. There was a metallic scraping sound to one side 
of her. Then the girl smelled something that made her nose wrinkle. 
Gasoline? No, lighter fluid! 

She saw a brazier standing on its four legs some ten feet from her. There 
were coals in it. Tom was pouring some lighter fluid over them, then fishing 
around in his Levi's for a match. Marilyn winced, imagining what he was 
going to do to her. 

Betty said nothing, watching as Tom took a book of matches, struck one, then 
flipped it onto the slick coals. There was a small explosion as flames raced 
over the black lumps. Marilyn cringed against the restraining straps. 

"This'll be a good lover to you, baby." Tom reached under the brazier, 
pulling out a tapered iron of about two feet long and one inch wide. Even 
Betty trembled at the sight. The handle was wrapped in brown leather, ribbed 
to fit a man's hand. The tip was grooved into a disc approximately one inch 
across. Suddenly, the thought that he was going to fuck that thing into her 
cunt up to the handle crossed her mind. 

"Oh, oh no!" Marilyn arched her back, her flesh growing white where it 
pressed against the straps of that leather harness. "Stop it! Oh no!" 

"I won't hurt you...too much," Tom said, swishing the awful poker around, 
hefting it in front of her terrified eyes, then bringing it down against her 
cunt. The disc was cold. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Ohhhhh...stop him, Aunt Betty. Don't let him touch me with that thing. Oh, 
what'll daddy say when I come home branded like that? Oh please...." 

"Don't hurt her...where it'll show," Betty said. 

Marilyn couldn't believe she'd heard her aunt say that. Her own aunt, and 
she was serving her up on a silver platter to this maniac. Tom grabbed her 
cuntal thicket, jerking the hair, watching as more juice seeped from her 
cunt. Laughing hard, he shoved the disc in, pushing more and more, watching 
and smiling as Marilyn screamed. 

The girl shrieked, but not completely from pain. As he rammed that thing in, 
twisting and jerking from side to side, Marilyn felt herself rising up in 
sexual excitement yet again. What was wrong with her? 

"Stop this! Oh God, stop!" she cried. 

Again Marilyn screamed, her voice shrilling as the terrible poker climbed 
higher and higher in her cunt. Tom was fucking her pussy with the cold iron. 
Slowly, gradually, Marilyn felt her cunt warming the rough iron. The disc 
raked across her clit. She screamed again, her fingers clawing at the wooden 
table. The waist and shoulder straps pressed hard against her flesh as the 
girl jerked and snapped her body against the surface. 

As the poker fucked her, while Betty and Tom watched with growing interest, 
Marilyn felt a climax explode from her cunt to her asscheeks. She wept with 
pleasure, tightening her pussy on the cold, brutal invasion. Explosions went 
off in her cunt, echoing all through her body. And each explosion built to a 
higher pitch, a more satisfying climax. And still Tom turned and twisted 
that horrid thing, fucking her deeper. 

Marilyn kept thinking of that poker, hoping Tom would keep that awful thing 
turning and fucking her. No, no, she didn't want it to stop. More tears of 
hot joy flushed from her eyes as she surrendered to the fucking poker. Then 
Tom pulled the poker out, standing on a tiptoe and checking out the burning 
coals. 

He had the iron in the brazier now, the thing growing hot. They were going 
to brand her, going to show her what would happen to a girl who sneaked 
around. Marilyn twisted wildly in her bonds, the leather becoming slippery 
with her perspiration. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead while she 
whimpered for mercy. 

"You enjoy these things, don't you baby?" Tom asked, grinning. "I've asked 
that before, but you can tell me now. Your Aunt Betty's here to hear." 

Marilyn let out a sharp, hysterical laugh, jerking her face away. Tom 
laughed also, his chest rising and falling as he checked the iron once more. 
The smell of the burning charcoal filled the room. 

"Yes," she finally admitted. 

Tom pulled the iron out from the brazier. The tip was a dark red, the shaft 
closest to the disc was pink. The rest was a dull gray. 

If she could have, Marilyn would have curled into a small ball and hidden 
herself. As it was, she watched helplessly, stretched fulllength on that 
dreadful table. 

"Remember, no visible marks," Betty cautioned, stepping back. 

"Please, oh, no, no, I'll do anything," Marilyn whimpered. Her head 
shuddered. The spasms passed down her shoulders, making her body vibrate. 

"Of course you will," Tom told her. "After this thing cools down, you'll do 
anything. You've been doing anything so far anyway." 

Her eyes widened at the sight of the poker nearing her body. Marilyn nearly 
fainted. But the sheer weight of her terror buoyed her back into 
consciousness. She could feel the heat of that awful thing as Tom let it bob 
closer and closer to her thighs. 

"Agh!" she screamed loudly, every nerve alive, sensitive to the touch. 

He was bobbing the poker inches above her right thigh now. Marilyn twisted 
wildly in her bonds. He dropped it a bit lower now. The nearly invisible 
blonde hairs on her flesh began to burn, singeing while the heat made her 
flesh redden. Then Tom moved the poker up to her cunt. The blonde cunt-hairs 
shriveled, smoldering down to her pussy mound. The bitter stench of the 
burned hair and dried cum was sickening. The aroma aroused Tom. His hand 
shook a little. 

"Yeah, man, look at her...the fuckin' bitch wants it," he whispered. 

"Oh no, no, you're...wrong!" Marilyn protested. 

As his fingers shook, a thousand scalding coals seemed to spray into her 
convulsing cunt. 

"Oh please, I'll do anything, anything!" 

The burning poker paused for a moment, then dropped down, just touching her 
left thigh. The young girl froze. There hadn't been the intense at heat she 
had thought would plague her-not at first There was a kind of iciness that 
spread to her pussy. Then, seconds later, the cold turned rapidly to burning 
heat. There was a sizzing sound, the sound of flesh burning under intense 
heat. The disc was branding her, blackening a small area of flesh just 
inches from her pussy. 

Marilyn arched her spine, screaming, feeling every bone in her body 
rattling. The burning agony made her feel faint. Then Tom pulled it away, 
tossing it to the basement floor with a clatter. 

"She's had it, baby. You're next," Tom said, wiping his forehead with his 
hand. 

Betty backed away, shaking her head. "No. Please...." 

Tom grabbed the frantic woman, pulling her over to the empty coffin. 

"I had your niece in here. See the generator? Man, she was able to take a 
hell of a lot. Kept pokin' her with the needles and still she yammered for 
more. Bet you couldn't take it." 

"No, no!" Betty pulled back, looking over her shoulder at Marilyn. 

The girl was still sobbing. But she had turned her head and was watching the 
scene with growing interest. Tom held onto Betty, pulling her a little 
farther, then knocking her half-conscious with a back-handed slap. Betty 
snapped to the left, crumpling to the ground with a moan. Tom picked the 
woman up and dragged her to the horizontal wooden bar from which Marilyn had 
hung. The girl watched. Now her cunt was going to share in some of the "joy" 
she had endured. Tom quickly attached Betty's hands to either side of the 
bar, letting her body drape toward the floor. When she shook off the stunned 
fog that had temporarily paralyzed her, she saw she was completely helpless. 
Tom moved to the electrical unit that stood on a four-legged table to one 
side of the coffin. The generator! That was what had made those awful 
needles burn so against her flesh! Marilyn shook the tears from her eyes, 
trying to ignore the pain still throbbing in her branded thigh as she 
watched what was about to happen to her aunt. 

"Open your mouth," Tom commanded. Betty began to speak. Tom shut her up, 
inserting a rubber ball deep into her throat. 

"Don't want you biting your tongue off or nothin'. " 

This time there would be no needles. Tom pulled out wires with pincers at 
the far end, attaching them to the metal cups covering her nipples. Betty 
shivered, her tit tips growing hard against the metal cups. Next Tom bent 
his knees, pulling one pincer forward and attaching it to an area just below 
her clit. The final wire was stuffed into her ass. Betty worked her ass from 
left to right, her fear and excitement making her ass tight. 

"Now, you see your aunt's gonna get it the same way you did. I don't play 
favorites." 

Betty's eyes widened as he threw the switch, sending current into her body. 
Betty groaned, her fingers curling around the high wooden pole. She 
shivered, her tits and cunt aching from the tickling current. Her ass felt 
so odd, clogged as it was with that wire. Betty bit down hard on the rubber 
ball, her forehead wrinkling with the pain and excitement. Her nipples were 
swollen. The muscles in her belly knotted while her cuntlips itched and felt 
oddly raw. Her clit seemed to stiffen to the bursting point. Betty groaned, 
throwing her head back, trying to squeeze off an orgasm. But the pincer held 
her cunt open. 

"You see, baby? Your aunt's ruttin' just as hard as you. Man, the whole 
fuckin' family must be somethin' else," Tom scoffed. "Whaddaya do at family 
reunions, fuck over the turkey?" 

Tom laughed as he turned up the switch another notch. Betty cried out, her 
knees jerking up. She felt as if someone were slapping her tits and cunt and 
ass lightly with the flat of his hand. And then, in a moment, the woman 
thought she would surely shit all over herself. Her legs kicked out again 
and again, her body bouncing up and down on the pole. Tom cranked the switch 
a point higher. Her bones throbbed while her screams shot past the gagging 
ball. She writhed and salivated, her lips turning purple while cunt-juice 
splashed and dried on her thighs. Marilyn saw all this and was pleased. Aunt 
Betty had put her through so much. Now it was her turn to suffer. 

"More!" Marilyn shouted. 

Tom raised the setting another notch. The pain Betty suffered was enormous. 
She felt her climax erupt again and again. She writhed helplessly, unable to 
stop the constant cumming plaguing her. Her orgasm showered her thighs. The 
smell of singeing flesh was an overpowering odor. As Marilyn had been 
burned, so was Betty. She shuddered and jerked on that hideous chain. Tom 
shook his head, reaching around and turning the power off. 

The woman was like a writhing snake, hanging there by her stretched arms. 

"Bitch," Tom grunted. 

With a fast movement he shut the machine down, reaching up and knocking her 
down from the pole. Betty fell to the floor. He unzipped his Levi's quickly, 
pulling them off. Marilyn could see his prick was long and hard and thick 
once more. How she wanted it now! And there was Aunt Betty, half incoherent, 
unable to appreciate this man. 

Tom jerked the pincers free, tearing at her swollen tits, cunt and ass. Her 
pent-up shouts behind the ball shot out when he pulled the ball from between 
her front teeth. She sobbed, her nipples twitching. Betty kept howling, her 
mind deranged by the electric shock. Tom slapped her again and again until 
she seemed to come around. 

"Now, baby, now for the big fuck," Tom murmured. 

Marilyn pulled at her leather bonds, watching helplessly and in frustration 
as Tom held Betty tightly, pinning her down with his cock. He was crawling 
on top of Betty, kissing her savagely, raping her mouth with his tongue 
while poking her cunt with his dick. In a moment he was inside her, his 
hands squeezing her tits while his hips fucked his cock in. Betty was again 
half mad with lust, the itching force of another climax spreading to all 
parts of her body. The lust boiled in both of them, Tom kicking at her, then 
biting her throat as he shot in squirts of his white-hot lava cum. Tom 
shoved down, stiffened, then pulled out his dripping prick. Her pussy kept 
trembling while she sobbed and took short gasps of breath. Tom climbed up 
from the floor, nudging her with his toes. 

"Okay. The two of you took up my time for the day, sluts. Now get yourself 
and that brat outta here. Gotta get my rest before I go to work tonight. 
And, next time, call up ahead of time. Never know who's hangin' around 
here," Tom said, laughing as he pulled on his clothes. 

Betty pulled off the tit caps, slid from the boots, then walked over to her 
niece. She began unfastening the bonds holding Marilyn. 

"We'll have to treat that burn. It's not very big, see? It's in the shape of 
a half-moon...I guess his symbol of something." 

Marilyn sniffed. It still hurt her terribly. But the thing that she thought 
of most was Tom. 

Her aunt was telling her about how sorry she was, but how she also knew 
Marilyn had enjoyed this. Of course. She had enjoyed it. Fucking was a 
serious business. 

Marilyn's cunt rippled as Betty began helping her off with that leather 
harness. She heard 

Tom climbing the stairs. Maybe she could stay here longer! Or at least, come 
back. And then...and then there would be more good times. 

"Be careful of the burn, dear. It'll heal, and then you'll have a souvenir 
of this," Aunt Betty said. 

Yes, a delightful souvenir. And, perhaps, sometime in the near future, so 
would Aunt Betty. 


THE END
