Bondage Cousins
by Paul Gable


FOREWORD 

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

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

 The cousins in this book, Darlene and Wendy, find themselves at the mercy 
of two perverts, Jack and Harry. When the girls try to be helpful by 
extracting Darlene's mother from the clutches of the two men, they become 
caught in a web of depravity and perversion they never dreamed existed. And 
after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, they become 
little more than obedient animals, catering to the whims of their captors. 

 BONDAGE COUSINS-the shocking story of innocent girls learning the sordid 
truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society. 

 -The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Darlene, do you think we should be here?" 

"Sh! They're gonna hear us, Wendy." 

The willowy blonde looked nervously at her crouching cousin. The girls were 
standing in a small alley just outside a garage. It was getting dark and 
Wendy was growing more and more nervous about staying here in the 
neighborhood. Venice had a reputation for attracting unsavory types after 
dark. 

"But nothing's gonna happen," Wendy complained, pushing some stray strands 
of hair from her face. 

"My mom's been coming here all the time for the past month. I know it. This 
guy's been . . . been fucking her, Wendy. And you said you'd come down to 
back me up!" 

"Oh, Darlene, I guess so," Wendy sighed. 

Wendy looked around again, her nipples growing tight and itchy in the 
confines of her bra. She must have been out of her mind to let Darlene talk 
her into this. What her Aunt Betty did was her own business. 

"How do you know all this is going on, anyway?" Wendy asked. 

Another chill, damp breeze lifted the hair from her shoulders. Wendy 
shivered, rubbing her fingers briskly over her upper arms while the flesh 
around her cunt tightened from the cold. 

"I know," Darlene returned, pouting. "I followed her down here once. She met 
some guys out front on Ocean Front Walk. And now I'm gonna find out for sure 
what's goin' on." 

The two girls stood on tiptoe, staring into the small garage. In the 
distance they could hear a lone dog barking and the steady roar of the sea 
filtered through the darkening night air. Through the dirty window Wendy 
could hardly make out anything in the double garage. 

"Maybe we should just forget spying on your mom. You know, Darlene, it is 
her own business!" 

Darlene rolled her eyes up in frustration. "She is my mother, Wendy. I've 
got a right to know what she's doing." 

"Sh! Someone's coming!" 

The girls dropped down to a squatting position, gathering their 
loose-fitting sweaters around their tits. It was a woman and at first Wendy 
had no idea who it was. But then she saw it was her Aunt Betty. 

"Oh!" 

"Sh, Wendy!" 

The woman stood before the garage now, her leather car coat tied tightly 
around her waist. She looked around anxiously, pushing up the sleeve and 
checking her watch. In a moment there were other footfalls-heavier than her 
aunt's. Wendy peered above the garbage cans and saw a large, bulky man in a 
black leather jacket approaching Betty. Darlene put one hand on Wendy's 
shoulder, watching as her mother and the man spoke softly, then disappeared 
in the garage together. In another moment the lights went on. 

"I can't see through this mess," Darlene complained, vainly trying to wipe 
the glass clean. 

"Maybe over here." 

The girls crept around the garage, always looking over their shoulders to 
make sure no one saw them. 

Wendy had found another window, this one broken at the lower right hand 
corner. The two girls huddled together, watching as the incredible scene 
unraveled before them. 

"Okay, bitch!" the man barked. 

"Uh!" 

Betty's head snapped to one side as the man's open-handed slap knocked her 
to the floor. Darlene let a gasp out, putting her fingers to her mouth to 
stifle her cry. Her mother wore only a bra and panties and the bearded man 
had slipped off his jacket and black t-shirt. The older woman was crumpled 
on the floor now, her chestnut hair hanging .over her face while she rubbed 
the injured spot on her cheek. He was moving up to her now, threatening her 
once again. Betty cringed, covering her face protectively. 

"No!" she gasped. 

"Oh, Wendy! He's gonna hurt her!" Darlene groaned, stiffening as her mother 
took another blow. 

Betty rolled to one side, jerking her knees up to her tits and folding her 
hands around them. "Don't, Harry! Please, not again!" she screamed. 

"You want it, you fuckin' slut! The more I hand out, the more you want!" 

Harry jerked one foot forward, the toe of his boot catching Betty squarely 
in the belly. The woman's eyes bulged out as her body snapped then twitched 
on the filthy concrete garage floor. He kicked her again, the thudding sound 
of the boot against her flesh sickening both girls. 

"I can't believe this is happening!" Wendy said, unable to take her eyes off 
the scene. 

"Oh mother . . . " Darlene whimpered. 

Harry bent down, gathering strands of Betty's hair in his right hand and 
tugging and pulling her around the floor. Betty was trying to get up now, 
digging her bare heels against the concrete while flailing her hands wildly 
around her scalp. Harry only laughed horribly at her vain attempts to get 
free, finally jerking her face hard against his boot. The force of that blow 
cracked open her lower lip and Darlene groaned as she saw blood trickle down 
her mother's chin. 

"Now, you're gonna do what I say. You gonna suck good cock, bitch?" 

"Yes, oh yes!" Betty mumbled. 

Harry smiled, his thick lips curling into a leer. Unbuttoning his filthy 
Levi's, he pulled out his cock. Both young girls shivered when they saw that 
thing slipping out between his halved Levi's. It was long-at least eight, 
maybe nine inches-and so thick! 

"Let's go, Darlene," Wendy said, strange feelings going through her as she 
watched her aunt. 

"No, I want to see all of this," Darlene said firmly. 

Harry pulled and yanked at the woman's hair once again, jerking her up until 
her face was pressed against his groin. Wendy found it very obscene, 
watching her aunt kneeling there, her head tilted back slightly while that 
fat cock rubbed back and forth against the side of her face. Harry was 
groaning, enjoying this teasing. He bent his knees slightly, rubbing them 
against Betty's tits. 

"Okay, suck it." 

Wrapping his fingers around her head the big stud pulled Betty's face 
against his crotch. At the same time Betty had tilted her head back, opening 
her mouth as wide as it would go. Both girls watched in amazement as that 
long, greasy prick fucked squarely into the woman's mouth. Aunt Betty 
swallowed at least half of Harry's prick in one solid gulp. 

Wendy shivered, her cunt growing strangely hot and itchy. Spittle frothed 
from between Betty's lips while Jack moved his hips back and forth. He was 
fucking her mouth and Wendy clung to the rotting windowsill, her breathing 
getting raspy while she stared wide-eyed at the scene before her. 

"Uhhh . . . man, work that tongue around . . . uh, man, that's it." 

Harry was snapping his hips harder against Betty, nearly knocking her 
backward with the force of his fuck-thrusts. 

Aunt Betty was making slurping, sloppy sounds as she sucked hard at the 
cock. Darlene turned away from the scene several times, gasping. But she 
moved back, watching as intently as Wendy while her mother was humiliated in 
this way. 

"Baby . . . take it out. Man, this is somethin' else! You're gonna make me 
shoot off in your mouth if you keep suckin' this way." 

Harry pulled her face back, cupping Betty's chin in both his hands. 

"You don't want me cummin' in your mouth, do you? You got hotter places for 
my prick, right?" 

"Oh, Harry, don't make me say it," Aunt Betty groaned, spitting out his 
slick cock. 

Harry squeezed her jaw, twisting her head around until Betty screamed. Her 
legs kicked out and she fell backward. Harry went with her, still pinching 
her jaw between his big hands, threatening to crush her skull. 

"Yes, oh dear God, yes!" she gasped. 

Harry laughed softly, reaching down and tearing off her bra and panties. 
Darlene gasped, watching her mother's tits roll and slap together as the 
woman lay naked on the cold garage floor. 

"You dig gettin' fucked and fucked hard, right? Well, that's what you're 
gonna get tonight, bitch!" Harry said. 

Wendy couldn't understand what all this was about. She had heard stories, of 
course, about men and women who did this sort of thing. But Wendy had never 
seriously thought she would ever encounter anyone like this in her lifetime. 
And certainly she had never dreamed that anyone in her family would be into 
something like this. 

But watching her aunt grovel on the garage floor made Wendy pant heavily. 
She put one hand to her throat, controlling her breathing while watching 
Harry dragging her aunt back to the opposite wall. Looking more closely into 
the lighted garage now, she could see various strange things hanging on the 
wall. 

Some she. recognized--.old buggy whips, various lengths of ropes and chain, 
a riding crop or two. Others were strange and unrecognizable. 

"Oh, Wendy, he's going to tie her up!" 

Darlene was gripping Wendy's right upper arm, her fingernails digging into 
her cousin's flesh. Harry had pulled her aunt to the opposite end of the 
garage, slamming her hard against the wall. Aunt Betty's body snapped like 
rubber, her head banging twice against the wood. 

"Stay up!" Harry bellowed. 

Harry took several lengths of rope down from the wall, ordering Betty to a 
near-by workbench. She climbed onto it, keeping her head down. Her hair 
curtained her shamed face as Harry inspected the half-inch line, then pushed 
her down on the table. 

Betty stretched out on the table, her firm, white body contrasting oddly 
with the dark, splintery wood of the bench. Wendy hugged her body with both 
hands, licking her dry lips. She had never, ever felt anything like this 
before. She felt her clothes sticking uncomfortably to her sweat-damp flesh 
and she wished she could touch herself. 

Harry looped the rope first around Betty's right wrist, pulling it back 
until the tendons began to bulge against her flesh. Wendy watched as he 
secured the rope around one leg of the bench, then roped Aunt Betty's left 
arm in the same way. 

"Oh, it's hurting me!" the woman moaned. 

"Oh God, Wendy, maybe we should call the police or something!" Darlene 
wailed. 

"No. Your mother's enjoying this," Wendy whispered. 

She felt awful saying something like that but she knew it was true. She 
could sense her aunt's excitement, her sexual arousal as Harry continued 
roping her. 

"This'll keep you open". 

He took another piece of rope, this one nearly three times the length of the 
first two. Looping it around her left knee, Harry threaded it under the 
bench then brought it around to the other side, securing it around her other 
knee. The woman was stretched back and pulled open. 

"Now for the final bit," Harry panted. 

He went to a tall green metal cabinet, unlocking the doors with a key then 
pulling them open. Wendy pressed her nose flat against the dirty glass, 
squinting to see more. She saw Harry pull out something that made her 
shiver. It was a dildo, long, thick pink thing with a large mushroom-shaped 
head! 

One of the girls at school had brought one to show around one time. They had 
all touched it and wondered how it was meant to be used. Now Wendy knew she 
was about to get a firsthand look. 

"This is gonna go right up your ass, baby." 

"No!" Betty cried. 

"Right up your fuckin' asshole," he continued, slicking down the pink smooth 
sides with some grease. "And then I'm gonna fuck your brains out." 

"No, no!" 

Aunt Betty tugged wildly at the ropes that kept her hands stretched back and 
her legs pried open. At times she jerked her head up from the bench, staring 
with terror at the long pink fake cock bobbing around in Harry's hand. He 
smoothed more lube up and down the long dildo, smiling at the sounds of 
Betty's desperate cries. 

"I can't watch this," Darlene said, crumpling into a heap, her body still 
pressing against the old building. 

I can, Wendy said to herself, fascinated by what was going on. 

Harry turned to the frantic woman, bobbing the dildo in front of her. Aunt 
Betty tried snapping her legs together, but the ropes prevented her from 
hiding her cunt or asshole. 

The flesh between Wendy's ass cheeks crawled with excitement and her heart 
pounded so hard she thought Harry and her cunt could certainly hear it! 

"No, don't . . . don't touch me with that thing!" Betty gasped. 

He leaned against the front of the workbench, brushing the head of the dildo 
up and down against the backs of her thighs. Aunt Betty rolled her eyes, her 
cries strangled as her ankles rubbed painfully against the top of the 
workbench. Harry leaned forward a little more, bringing the greased head of 
the dildo up between her ass cheeks. 

Wendy couldn't see much more from her position but she had an idea of what 
was happening. She heard her aunt's shrill cries and the cords tuck out in 
Betty's neck while her head snapped wildly from side to side. Her muscles 
tensed and Wendy knew Harry was fucking her ass with that awful thing. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Betty grunted. 

He was twisting that thing in her bowels, ramming it in, pulling it back, 
then screwing it back into her asshole. Wendy's eyes were wide and her 
cuntal walls slapped together, buckling under the sexual heat that seared 
her clit! 

Now back at the window and watching with rounded eyes her mother's latest 
humiliation. 

Darlene moaned with horror. 

"Oh, Harry . . . oh God, what are you doing to me?" Betty gasped. 

"Fuckin' your ass. And now I'm gonna fuck your cunt." 

He slipped off his boots and socks, then pulled off his jeans. The big man 
left the dildo half-buried in the woman's ass and Betty cried out, working 
her ass up and down. Harry smacked his lips, then crawled between Aunt 
Betty's splayed thighs. 

"Animal! No, don't fuck me! God, get off me! Oh, you're killing meeeeee!" 

Harry reared back, slapping Betty again and again until her cries turned to 
strangled moans. Wendy could see from the way he was positioning his thighs 
that Aunt Betty was being fucked. Wendy could see Harry's cock rodding her 
into ecstasy while that awful dildo was bouncing around in her asshole. 

"Man, that's one hell of a hot, tight pussy. And wet too! Jesus fuckin' 
Christ, you been wantin' this a long time, right?" 

"Uhhhh!" Betty grunted. 

"Right?" Harry spat, grabbing her by the hair once more and tugging it back 
until Wendy thought he would surely snatch her Aunt Betty bald. 

"Yes, oh yes!" the woman cried. 

Wendy watched in mute fascination. Harry's thick-muscled hips drove his cock 
into Aunt Betty's pussy. Wendy could almost hear the slick clicking of his 
prick squeezing into her cuntmeat. 

He slapped the woman again, nearly strangling her with his hands. Then he 
mouthed her lips, sticking his tongue down her throat. Her aunt's ravaged, 
bound body responded heatedly to the constant attacks and Betty groaned, 
begging for more. 

Harry pulled his mouth from hers, stopping his fucking for a moment. Then he 
resumed, his body rocking hard against hers. Wendy watched as she guessed 
Harry was about to cum. She had dreamed about that often--about how a guy 
acts when he cums. 

"Bitch!" he bellowed. 

Harry tugged and pulled at her hair, slapping Betty so hard her hair 
splashed over her face. The woman was shouting something about cumming too. 
Wendy felt a melting ball of sexual hunger that made her own clit twitch. 
Oh, was she cumming too? 

"Come on, let's go, Wendy. I've seen enough," Darlene groaned, tugging on 
Wendy's sleeve. 

With some effort the girl gathered herself up from her crouching position, 
casting one last is glance at her aunt and the strange man named Harry. He 
was still on top of Betty, his violent climax over. He was kissing her, 
sucking her nipples and biting her tummy. Wendy felt another shiver ripple 
over her flesh as she picked her way carefully through the alley behind her 
sobbing cousin. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"I mean, so what? I mean, your dad's been dead now for three years. Your mom 
can go out and do what she wants." 

They were home now. Darlene was curled in a fetal position on her bed, one 
finger in her mouth. Tears stained her flushed face and Wendy ran her 
fingers through the girl's brown hair, trying to comfort her. As she 
listened to Darlene's sobs Wendy tried to understand the riot of her own 
feelings. 

"She was fucking him, fucking him, and in that way!" Darlene cried, turning 
away from Wendy. 

"Oh, Darlene, what should we do? I mean, we can't call the police. I don't 
think there's anything illegal about the way your mom is fucking around." 

Wendy paused, sucking in her lower lip and biting down thoughtfully. 

"You know," she continued, "maybe if we studied the guy, you know, found out 
all about him, what he does and all that, maybe then we can understand why 
your mom does what she does and help her." 

Darlene stopped crying. She turned around and stared up at her cousin. 

"You . . . you think so?" she asked hesitantly. 

"There isn't much else we can do. I mean, it's not like you can keep her 
locked up." 

"No, I guess not," Darlene said, dabbing away a few tears. "But how are we 
gonna find out where he lives? We can't sneak down to Venice all the time 
without mom noticing." 

Wendy shook her head. "Your mom's gotta keep his address and phone number 
around somewhere," she said. "And we'll just wait till she's gone to take 
the car. Or we can tell her you're gonna drive us to the movies or 
something." 

"It sounds weird . . . but okay," Darlene said with a small smile. "Good. 
Now I'm gonna go to bed," Wendy said. 

"I hope we can stop her," Darlene said with determination, rolling onto one 
side. 

Wendy closed the door to her cousin's room softly, tip-toeing back to her 
own room. Pulling off her clothes, she gathered a soft blue terry cloth robe 
about her body. Standing there before the large mirror above the sink in the 
bathroom, Wendy let the robe slip from her body. 

Her mother had always said she was extraordinarily beautiful and thus kept a 
close eye on her and who she dated. Wendy's large tits were firm and round 
and red-tipped while her belly was flat. She turned slightly to look at the 
full, gentle curves of her ass. Would Harry be attracted to her body? she 
wondered. Would it turn him on to know no man had ever fucked her before? 

Wendy closed her eyes; an electric shock tickling her inner thighs. She had 
certainly not expected this sort of thing when she'd come to visit her 
cousin. She could never have imagined seeing her Aunt Betty stretched out 
and roped, with a dildo splitting her ass in two while a man fucked her 
cunt. How her aunt had groaned and screamed. But Wendy had noticed a 
definite edge of pleasure to those cries. Wendy leaned forward against the 
cold sink, her fingers curling around the cold porcelain edges. 

Again Wendy thought about her aunt's naked body stripped of all protection, 
the sounds of the slapping blows against her face and tits, the way Harry 
had chewed on her tits while he fucked her. It all made the girl shiver with 
unholy delight and wonder. Why on earth did something so evil turn her on? 

A sharp spasm pierced her clit. Wendy felt her knees buckling and she 
gripped the sink more firmly. Beads of moisture stood on her tits, running 
together and forming a small stream between her tits. She tensed her thighs, 
feeling that resounding pulse begin. She was breathing terribly hard now, 
her eyes glazing, her mouth slack. Wendy massaged her lower belly as she 
thought of those ropes, of the sounds of those slaps, of the cries from both 
the man and the woman as they fucked like beasts. 

"Uhhhh . . . oh Harry!" she whispered. 

Wendy called out his name, rubbing her thighs together in a rhythmic, 
undulating motion. The girl had done this often before while her mother and 
father snored peacefully in their next-door bedroom. But never had she seen 
the erotic images that now pranced before her closed eyes. 

Wendy giggled, feeling the hot power of arousal in her cunt. Her toes curled 
against the cool tiled floor as her thighs rubbed up against the front of 
the sink. Her clit tightened and throbbed while excitement surged through 
her pussy and spread to her belly. Her cunt and tummy felt swollen with 
lust. Wendy pulled her hands up to her tits, feeling the large orbs, then 
moved them back down to her cunt. Her fingertips were wet with cunt-juice as 
she swayed and jerked in front of the mirror. 

"Oh God!" 

Tilting her head back, Wendy thought again of her aunt, of the way Betty had 
looked sprawled on the floor, her hair in her eyes while Harry stood 
spread-legged before her, his cock pointing like a giam finger at her mouth. 

"Cummm . . . oh God, I'm gonna cum soon!" 

Wendy's cries echoed through the small bathroom as another spasm raced 
through her pussy. Through the mist on the mirror created by her pumping 
breath she watched her tits rise and fall. The nipples hardened while the 
surrounding areolas darkened: The sight of her own aroused flesh excited 
Wendy more and more and she thought of Harry again as she pushed two fingers 
into her cunt. The sudden sensation made her stiffen. "Uh!" 

Wendy could feel her cuntal muscles tightening around her probing fingers. 
The girl began sawing her hips back and forth, drawing her knees together, 
then letting them fall apart. It was becoming difficult to stand and she 
thought about curling down onto the floor and finger-fucking herself. But 
she enjoyed watching herself, spying on the way her fingers disappeared 
between her fur-edged swollen outer cuntlips. 

Excitement churned through her belly, making every nerve-ending in her body 
stand up on edge. She wanted to touch herself all over, to rub her fingers 
on her tits, then bring them around to her ass, then finally fuck her cunt. 
Again Wendy thought of the way her aunt had pitched and tossed against those 
ropes while Harry fucked her with both that dildo and his prick! The girl 
pushed her fingers in a bit farther until she could feel her cherry. 

"Uhhhhh . . . oh God!" 

Wendy's shoulders moved up and down as she leaned forward even more, her 
tits rubbing rhythmically against the cool glass--. She was on fire as she 
flailed her clit with her thumbs, her fingers drilling deeper into her 
sweaty cunt-hole. 

"No, no, this isn't right!" she gasped, feeling her head whirling around and 
around. 

But Wendy pinched and plucked at her clit while rubbing her tits against the 
mirror. Her ass tightened as she shoved her hips from left to right. The 
girl sawed her cunt more frantically with her fingers as the tiny spindle 
throbbed at the excitement. Wendy let out another moan of lust, gasping and 
sobbing as she felt herself getting closer to climax. 

If only she could have Harry's rough hands on her now, slapping her, 
knocking her down while he drilled her cunt with his prick. She would be the 
happiest girl in the world! Her legs tightened, jerking wildly as she 
finger-fucked herself into oblivion. Drawing her legs together, Wendy kept 
up the good friction. 

"Huhhhhhh . . . ahhhhhhh!" 

With her thighs tight together Wendy dipped and plunged her ass around, 
drool oozing from the corners of her mouth. She was moving so quickly that a 
sweat broke out on her upper lip. Could Darlene hear her down the hall? 
Wendy didn't care. 

She let out another series of moans, listening to the clicking of her cuntal 
folds against one another and against her fingers. And then her powerful 
climax hit her like white lightning. A jolt of orgasm knocked the wind from 
her and the image of her aunt bound and fucked flashed through Wendy's mind 
as she came and came and came. "Uhhghhghhhhh!" 

Wendy gasped, her fingers flailing away at her clit. Thrilling spasms of 
hot, clenching lust rocked her body. She swayed dangerously from side to 
side as the pounding rage of her climax reached its peak. Her grip slipped 
from the sink and Wendy felt her knees giving way. With another moan the 
young teen sank to the floor, her fingers reaching down deep into her pussy. 

When she finally opened her eyes, the girl found herself on the floor, her 
head resting against the side of the tub. 

"Dear God, what have I done?" 

Carefully the young blonde teen picked herself up from the floor, feeling 
the last glowing tingles of her cum stinging her clit. How shaky her knees 
were! And there puddled around her legs, was the robe she'd worn in here. 

The images that had burned so brilliantly while she was finger-fucking now 
faded, the edges blurring. But the desire to know more about her aunt and 
Harry still burned in her heart. Stepping into the shower, Wendy let the 
warming spray caress her body as she once again thought of that big stud and 
imagined how it must feel to suffer under his fucking blows. 

* * * 

The next morning all appeared normal. Both girls sat at the breakfast table 
wearing tight-fitting halters and short-shorts, watching as Aunt Betty moved 
quickly around the kitchen readying breakfast. 

"Have a nice time last night, Mom?" Darlene said ironically. 

Wendy kicked her cousin lightly under the table. There was no sense in 
making Betty suspicious. 

"Oh yes, thank you, dear. I always enjoy going out with friends." 

Wendy could have laughed. But she saw the sadness in Darlene's eyes and her 
heart went out to her. 

"I'm gonna go through her things this morning," Darlene whispered to Wendy 
as Aunt Betty stirred the batter for pancakes. 

"Be careful. Don't let her see you doing it," 

Wendy whispered back, straightening out her halter as Aunt Betty turned 
around. "Three?" 

"Two's fine, Aunt Betty." 

They finished breakfast quickly, Darlene wolfing down her food, much to her 
mother's consternation. Wendy chewed listlessly on her toast, thinking about 
what she'd witnessed the night before and what she had done to herself in 
the bathroom as a result. She crossed her ankles, watching Darlene and 
wondering if the girl had felt anything while Aunt Betty was getting fucked. 

"I've gotta do it now," Darlene whispered to Wendy as they cleared the 
table. "Keep my mother busy down here." 

Darlene slipped from the kitchen and Wendy racked her mind for conversation. 
She helped her aunt do the dishes, then held Betty in the kitchen while she 
nervously babbled on about her school and her family life. Just when she 
thought she'd exhausted all topics, Darlene came back in the room, her face 
slightly flushed. 

"Well, I'm certainly glad you're back, dear. Wendy's just about talked my 
ear off," Betty laughed. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt Betty," Wendy said. Wendy marveled at how composed 
Betty appeared when just a few hours ago she'd been twisting on the ropes, 
being beaten and fucked by that horrid man. She shook her head, unable to 
understand that kind of behavior. 

"Here, I found it," Darlene said as she and Wendy walked into the sunny 
patio. 

The small pool glistened blue in front of them while a light breeze from the 
east rustled the king palms near-by. Wendy bit her lower lip, feeling her 
heart beating faster as her cousin unfolded what appeared to be a newspaper 
clipping. 

"Slaves wanted. Beating, enemas, leather, all kinds of bondage," Wendy read, 
her eyes swimming as the words fell from her lips. 

The advertisement was from some sex paper, she guessed, and there was a blue 
circle around it. After a detailed description of what was being provided, a 
man's name-not Harry's-appeared with a phone number. 

"This is it," Darlene said firmly, her fingers crumpling the paper. 

"Are you sure?" Wendy asked, her cunt swelling with arousal. She rubbed her 
sweaty palms on her shorts, feeling her asshole and pussy prickling with 
excitement. 

"I'm sure of it! I couldn't find anything else in her room." 

"Well, what are you going to do with it?" 

Wendy gasped. She felt a hot glow wash over her flesh and her nipples 
hardened once more, pressing against the soft material of her halter. Her 
clit began to rise, throbbing with her quickening pulse. The blonde teen 
looked around guiltily to see if her aunt was watching them. 

Darlene was pausing for a moment, fingering the ragged edge of the ad. "I'm 
gonna call up, then ask for Harry," she suddenly blurted. 

"What?" 

"And then I'm gonna go over there . . . with you, Wendy." 

Wendy stared wide-eyed at her cousin, fear and excitement blending within 
her. "What's that going to prove?" she asked. 

"I'll tell him I know all about it. I'll ask him to stop seeing my mom. Then 
maybe she and I can talk about this and we can get help or something." 

"Are you crazy? He'll laugh at us-or worse," Wendy said, dark stirrings of 
something she couldn't understand making her breath terribly short. 

"I'm gonna do it, Wendy. Now, are you going to come with me or not?" Darlene 
stared at Wendy as she spoke. 

"Oh, all right," Wendy finally agreed. 

The young blonde was aware of how the crotch of her panties was tightening 
up against her moist, puffy cunt. When she walked, she could feel the silken 
rub against her slick cuntlips. Wendy was ashamed of this feeling, knowing 
it was Darlene's plan that caused it. 

The two girls waited until Aunt Betty left the house, saying she was going 
to do some shopping at the mall. As soon as she was gone, Darlene went into 
the living room, picking up the black desk phone and dialing the number. 

"Anything yet?" Wendy asked. 

"Nothing yet. Wait," Darlene said. 

Wendy stood there, itching feelings spreading from her cunt to her tits and 
asshole! Darlene was talking to this man, telling him she was interested in 
his ad while trying to make her voice sound terribly mature. Then she wrote 
down an address on the desk pad. 

"All right, let's go. Dad's old car is out back. We'll probably be home 
before mom gets in," Darlene said, tucking the address in her rear pocket. 

"Where are we going?" Wendy asked, following her cousin out, carefully 
locking the front door behind her. 

Darlene was already halfway to the garage. "Back to Venice. We're going to 
meet Harry," she called over her shoulder. 

Wendy's heart skipped a beat unsure of what this afternoon would bring. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Darlene, I don't know about this," Wendy whispered. 

The two girls stood on the edge of what was known as the Canal District of 
Venice. Small clapboard houses dotted the nearly deserted area while a 
constant aroma of rotting garbage hung over the air. 

The girls had argued over coming here, Darlene finally winning out. Now 
Wendy was somewhat sorry she hadn't been more firm. 

Her cunt still pulsed when she thought of Harry. Something in her hoped to 
see him again, even though she knew it was madness. 

"I'm going up there," Darlene said firmly, heading toward one small, white 
house. 

"Darlene!" 

Wendy followed, her eyes taking in the unkempt yard, the beer cans tossed in 
the high grass, the sagging wooden steps leading to the porch. She caught 
sight of the back end of a black pickup truck parked in the garage out back. 
Darlene paused for a moment, then curled her fingers into a fist and 
knocked. 

"No answer," Wendy breathed, feeling both relieved and disappointed. 

"No. Somebody's coming!" Darlene whispered. 

Wendy leaned against her cousin, her heart leaping as she watched the front 
door open. There through the screen door she could see Harry. He was fully 
dressed now, a white cotton t-shirt pulled tightly over his fully developed 
chest. Wendy sucked in a ragged breath, a hot glow washing over her flesh 
once more. 

"What do you girls want? I don't wanna buy any cookies," he snarled, about 
to close the door. 

"I called before," Darlene protested, leaning forward. 

Wendy could see Harry's eyes widen with surprise. He smiled then, stepping 
back and opening the screen door. 

"Come on in, then. Yeah, come right in," he said, wiping his lips with the 
back of one hand. 

Wendy brushed by him, that excruciating tickle between her thighs getting 
more intense. The few pieces of furniture in the dark living room were badly 
torn and dirty. The rug had been chewed by families of dogs, Wendy guessed, 
and now lay like a dead, rotting animal on the uneven floor. There was the 
smell of stale tobacco and alcohol in the air and she was afraid to sit 
down. 

Harry's eyes were on her ass and Wendy reached down, tugging her shorts as 
far as possible over her ass. Darlene seemed unaware of Harry's hungry 
glare. She sat on the edge of the sofa as he closed the door. Wendy jumped 
as she heard the lock click home. 

"Now, you called, right? How did you girls get my number?" 

He was standing there at the doorway, his thickly muscled arms folded over 
his chest. 

"It's my mother. You've been seeing my mother, and I want it to stop," 
Darlene began bravely. 

"What?" 

"Betty Hennington. You saw her last night in Venice, at some . . . garage or 
something," Darlene said, her distaste obvious in her voice. 

"Oh yeah, that hot piece of pussy! Man, she's hot, especially when I get 'er 
goin', " Harry chuckled. "But that still don't tell me why you're here. 
What's wrong, baby? You jealous? You want some action of your own?" 

"No! I should say not! I want you to leave my mother alone!" Darlene 
exclaimed, jumping to her feet. 

"Darlene, take it easy," Wendy said, noticing an unsettling gleam in Harry's 
eye. 

"Now, your old lady's got a mouth of her own. I know. I heard her moanin' 
and groanin' while I was fuckin' her. If she don't wanna get fucked by me, 
she don't have to call. Understand?" 

"I'll call the police on you," Darlene sputtered, looking helplessly at her 
cousin for support. 

Wendy could think of nothing to say. 

"You ain't gonna call the cops for nobody, leastways your old lady. She 
likes bein' tied up and fucked and I bet you wouldn't mind it either. Yeah, 
like mother, like daughter." 

"Don't you touch me!" Darlene screamed, shrinking back when Harry stretched 
one hand out toward her. Wendy cringed. 

"I'll touch what I damned well want to in my house, bitch!" 

"Wendy, let's go!" Darlene cried, looking desperately at the closed door. 

"He locked it, Darlene!" Wendy groaned, moving around to the back of the 
sofa. 

"Help! Oh God, somebody help us!" Darlene screamed, looking out the window. 

"Ain't nobody livin' in this area. City's gonna tear down the place. I'm 
about the last one here." 

"No, oh no!" 

Darlene stepped back, one hand covering her face as Harry moved around the 
sofa. Wendy tried to scoot between them but her sandaled feet caught in a 
hole in the rug. She pitched forward off-balance, tumbling face-first onto 
the floor. Harry kicked her in the belly, immobilizing her for a moment 
while he went after Darlene. 

"Leave my cousin alone," Wendy groaned, the wind having been knocked from 
her lungs. 

She lay there by the back of the sofa doubled up, her knees pressing against 
her tits. Pushing her torso up while still grasping her tummy, Wendy saw 
Harry grabbing hold of her cousin's brown hair with both hands. He yanked 
back hard, stopping Darlene' in her tracks. The attractive girl's head 
snapped back, her hands jerking forward while her knees began to buckle. Her 
eyes went wide with pain and terror and she kept on screaming, jerking and 
writhing under Harry's terrible grip. 

"Ahhhhh . . . somebody help meeeeee!" Darlene cried. 

A smacking sound and then another echoed through the room. Darlene's cries 
turned into wails as Harry hit her again and again, finally knocking her to 
the floor. The girl spun around, her hair whipping across her face while her 
hands stretched out helplessly to nothing as she crumpled. 

Wendy had half-hoped Harry would forget about her but now the big stud 
turned to her. He was scratching his groin, rubbing his fingers over that 
big bulge pressing against the dirty, faded material of his jeans. Wendy 
drew back, craw-fishing her body until she felt her spine pressing against 
one wall. 

Harry laughed, rubbing his fingers down a little farther until the girl 
could see a dark, wet stain at the base of his cock. He looked at her hotly, 
his thick, sensuous lips curling into a sneer. 

"How did you girls find out about me?" 

"She . . . Darlene took me down here yesterday and we saw . . . saw you and 
her mom doing it last night," Wendy stammered. 

Harry scratched his stubbly chin. "I bet you really dig this kinda shit." 

"What?" Wendy gasped. 

"You know. Ropin', smackin', all the stuff her old lady was groovin' on last 
night. Yeah," Harry said, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. 

Wendy lay there in terror, her body shaking violently. The flesh between her 
full tits crawled with fear. He stepped forward again, his booted feet 
sinking into the rotting carpeting. Wendy whimpered, putting one hand to her 
mouth as she scooted to one side. Her eyes darted wildly about the room, 
searching for some path of escape. Darlene still lay unconscious on the 
floor. 

"Don't touch me. Please, just let us go. I promise I'll make sure Darlene 
doesn't call the police or anything." 

"Shit! When I get through with you, you ain't gonna be able to call 
anybody." 

The heat rose again in her crotch, making her cuntal walls tight and slick 
with juice. The flesh of her inner thighs grew warm and tingly as she 
scooted away from the big man yet again. In spite of her fears, Wendy felt 
her cunt growing warm with anticipation. 

Harry jumped forward, leaning heavily over the chair behind which she had 
crawled. Wendy jerked back, her head striking the wall. She watched his lips 
curl into that hellish leer and she dug her heels into the rotting carpet, 
one of her sandals coming off. 

"Stand up!" he barked. 

"No!" she shouted. 

Harry put both hands on the chair, tearing it away from her and overturning 
it. Wendy screamed again, tightening herself into a small ball in one 
corner. She whimpered again, fear making her bones rattle. Harry reached 
down, thrusting his fingers under her arms and jerking her to a standing 
position. His hands crawled all over her body and Wendy closed her eyes, 
feeling his long, hot fingers pressing into her thigh flesh, her tummy, her 
tits. Then he hooked three fingers into the back tie of her halter, ripping 
it from her body. In an instant her full thirty-six-inch tits sprung free, 
bouncing together against her chest. 

The girl gasped, jerking her hands up to protect her nipples. Harry slapped 
her hands away, holding both her wrists while he bent his head to her right 
tit tip. Wendy cried out, biting down on her lower lip until she tasted 
blood. He bit her tit hard, his teeth threatening to tear the sensitive, 
rubbery nub from its surrounding flesh. Wendy pressed her asscheeks against 
the wall behind her, her feet kicking against the big man's ankles. 

"No, no, don't touch me! Oh God, somebody help me!" she cried as Harry 
sucked and bit at her nipple. 

Then the young teen felt his hands leave her wrists, moving around to her 
ass. He cupped her asscheeks, rubbing them against one another then tugging 
them apart. Wendy threw her head back, feeling the subtle tug of her 
asscheeks pulling against the narrow band of flesh separating her cunt from 
her asshole. Fear and pleasure joined to form some weird sensation, taking 
her breath away. 

"Yeah, you ain't like her. You turn on fast," he panted. 

"That's not true!" Wendy shot back. 

"Oh yeah?" 

His black eyes bored into her, making her shiver. Then with another single 
jerking movement he ripped her short-shorts from her body, sliding his 
fingers under the elastic band of her panties and pulling them down to her 
knees. 

"No!" she begged. 

He had stripped her completely, his hands now on her shoulders. What was he 
going to do? she-wondered wildly. 

"Hey, man! What the fuck's goin' on around . . . oh yeah! Who's the cunt?" 

"The bitch who called you up, I guess," Harry said, answering the tall, 
blond young man who wandered into the living room from the back of the 
house. 

Wendy felt so naked, so exposed. And now there were two men staring at her 
cunt. She shivered, pulling her hands in front of her pussy and fanning her 
fingers over the hot flesh. 

"What?" the blond man asked. 

Harry explained everything he knew, pinching Wendy's ass as he spoke, 
laughing as she squealed in pain. Then he pushed her forward toward the big 
blond. 

"Go on, Jack, grab hold of her. Man, she's hot to trot!" 

Harry nudged Darlene with one foot but got no response. 

"She'll be back with us soon. We ain't gonna get paid like we usually do but 
these two chicks are gonna be good free-bees." 

Wendy cried out again as Jack slapped her across the face. The impact of his 
fingertips affected her less than her mounting terror. She reeled back, 
stretching one hand out behind her for support. Wendy backed away from the 
two men, casting a quick-look at Darlene. If only she could get away! She 
would run screaming down the street stark naked. Surely even in this 
neighborhood she would find somebody who would help her. 

Then Harry stepped forward quickly, gripping her shoulders. His fingers were 
like two vises and he shook her violently, tossing her toward Jack. 

"Uh!" she gasped. 

The tall blond caught her, slapping her ass with one hand while sliding the 
other up to her tits. Wendy was off-balance, her legs twisted together. When 
she felt him pinching her tits, the young teen wrenched free, stumbling 
away. Her tits bobbed, her ass and belly jiggling as she ran from the two 
men. 

Again the young teen moved behind the sofa, her body bent slightly at the 
waist as she looked wildly around the room. Harry had moved to the door, 
just in case, Jack moved behind her. Wendy cried out as he slapped her ass 
as hard as he could with both hands. 

"Aieyyeyeee!" 

She let out a high-pitched squeal, jerking away from the big stud. As she 
ran closer to the door, Harry moved forward, raising his hand in a 
threatening gesture. Jack threw a pillow at her and she spun around, pushing 
the hair from her eyes, unsure of which way to go; Both men roared with 
laughter as they began pulling off their t-shirts. Wendy knew they were 
going to rape her. She could sense it in the air, feel it as they looked at 
her naked body. 

Wendy heard running behind her and then Jack pulled her hair to slow her 
down. The girl screamed, feeling several strands ripping painfully from her 
scalp. Her head pulled back while her hands flailed wildly at his tearing 
fingers. Nothing she could do, however, could stop him. Still gripping her 
hair, he reached around, shoving two fingers into her cunt. Wendy screamed, 
feeling her belly and cunt muscles tightening. 

"Man, this one's hotter 'n a Goddamned mink!" Jack proclaimed. 

"She's got a fuckin' oven for a pussy," Harry called back. 

The fingers probed in her hot cunthole, twisting down until the jagged nails 
pressed against her cherry. Wendy let out a panicked howl, kicking her legs 
forward again, sobbing wildly and fearing Jack was going to tear her cherry 
with those awful fingers. 

"Hey, man, this one's still got her fuckin' cherry!" Jack said in true 
surprise. 

"Yeah? Man, I ain't fucked cherry in a long time." 

His fingers pushed against her cherry again, making the girl so excited she 
accidentally pissed onto Jack's hand. Cursing, he pulled his fingers out and 
shoved his soiled hand against her face. When he tried to push it into her 
mouth, the girl refused. He reached down with one hand, shoving a knee hard 
into her lower back. 

The pain was excruciating and when Wendy opened her mouth to let out a howl 
of agony Jack took the opportunity to shove his pissy fingers in her mouth. 
The girl cried out again, choking on the taste and smell. Jack laughed, 
obviously pleased. 

"Oh man, she's so fuckin' hot she can't keep her piss in!" Jack said, 
rubbing his fingers against his Levi's. 

"That's pissin' hot!" 

Harry's turn was next. He came up to her, unbuckling his belt and pulling it 
from the loops of his pants. He doubled it in his right fist and Wendy's 
forehead wrinkled as she backed away, both hands stretched behind her. She 
could already feel the hot kiss of the black leather against her flesh. 
Turning, she ran for the door, temporarily left unguarded. 

"Oh help, please God, help me!" Wendy screamed, tugging at the doorknob so 
hard the screen rattled in its holdings. 

"Like I said, ain't nobody around to hear you, bitch." 

There was a sizzling sound as the leather hissed through the fetid air. 
Wendy felt the first hot smack of the belt against her asscheeks. She jerked 
from the stinging blow as the beveled end of the weapon sliced into her 
right ass-cheek. Wendy fell and began crawling along the front wall. He 
struck again, stinging needles prickling her ass, then rushing up to her 
clit. She turned around, peering through her curtaining hair as the belt 
came down again. This time it caught her around the knees, making them 
buckle from the pain. 

"No, oh no!" 

Wendy still tried to escape from the horrid pain. But in her heart of hearts 
she knew that what she had secretly wished for was now being granted. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Yaghghghhghhh!" 

The girl screamed as the belt lashed around her right thigh. It was as if 
she were being branded by a red-hot poker. Wendy shouted again as blow after 
blow fell across her body. Now the belt lashed her back. Now it bit at the 
backs of her thighs. Now it licked hotly between her welted ass cheeks, 
touching the wrinkled, gray/pink flesh of her asshole. Darlene groaned when 
Jack kicked her again, this time pressing the sole of his shoe over her 
face. Still the girl remained unconscious, oblivious to her cousin's ordeal. 
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" 

The belt came down hard on Wendy's ass once more, raising more curving red 
welts. With each stroke her belly tied in knots. 

"No! Oh stop it! God, you're killing me! Oh please, don't do this any more." 

"What's the matter, baby? You don't like what you're gettin'? " Harry 
smirked, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand. "That's probably why 
you came over here-you, anyway. You saw somethin' last night you wanted and 
used that other bitch over there to get it, right?" 

"No, no, that's a lie!" Wendy cried, tears burning her eyes. 

"Man, beat the little liar quiet, Harry! She's buggin' me!" 

"Yeah, she's got a mouth on 'er. Gonna plug it up later . . . after I get 
through whip-pin' the shit outta this little slut." 

"No!" 

The belt came down again, this time curling around her throat. Wendy's eyes 
rounded, bulging from their sockets, as she tore her fingers frantically 
around the leather choking her. The room began to grow dim and fuzzy, the 
air refusing id fill her-lungs'. Harry laughed, then pulled the belt from 
around her neck. 

Falling backward, she felt someone gripping her hair. She screamed, crashing 
to the floor. Jack was dragging her backward, across the carpeting, back 
past Darlene's prone body and into the kitchen. 

"Come on, buddy. Let's take 'em down to the cellar and work 'em over. More 
room down there and less a chance they're gonna go anywhere," Jack 
suggested. 

"Sounds good to me." 

Wendy struggled, her heels digging and pounding against the floor. Jack 
still pulled her back like a sack of potatoes, dragging her through the 
hall, over the kitchen floor, then to the cellar door. 

"Gonna be a little bumpy for you, bitch. But you'll like it." 

Wendy winced. She felt the rubber, non-skid of the first step against her 
bare ass. Harry was behind them, with Darlene draped over his shoulder. Jack 
went down the narrow passage, climbing down three steps, then pulling Wendy 
behind her. Wendy's ass fell down one step, then the other, then the other. 
Her body jarred at each fall while the backs of her legs scraped painfully 
over the splintery wood and torn non-skid. 

Jack pulled her down alt the way "until she was sprawled on the concrete 
cellar floor. Harry followed, throwing Darlene in a heap near the water 
heater. He still had his belt in one hand, cracking it over his head. The 
same terror that had gripped her heart before caught her again. Screaming, 
Wendy wiggled away from him, the dirt squeezing into her sweaty ass crack. 
Once again Harry advanced slowly, slapping the belt against the floor just 
in front of her curling toes. Wendy screamed, scooting backward a little 
faster. 

"No, stop . . . oh stop!" 

Harry kept snapping the belt, letting the end strike her thighs now and 
then. The sound of the snapping belt reminded her of pistol shots. 

"Come here, baby. Come here and let oP Harry take care of that cherry for 
you." 

"No!" 

It was a horrid nightmare, one that knifed through her body and soul. She 
was numb with terror, searching the cellar wildly for some place to hide. 

Another belting blow hit against the tops of her feet. She slid backward, 
her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on Harry's cock-bulge. Like an 
animal on all fours, Wendy rushed forward, her tits hanging down. The 
nipples brushed against the floor as the girl ran frantically from the two 
men. 

"No. No. Please, God, please! This can't be happening to me," she panted. 

This was worse, far worse than anything she'd seen her Aunt Betty endure in 
that garage last night. Wendy's nipples brushed the cold floor. Confused, 
terrified, she slipped and fell, the belt slamming down hard against the 
backs of her thighs once again. 

"Yaghghghhhh!" 

She tried crawling faster away from him. But everywhere she ran Harry seemed 
to be right there, threatening her with that awful hurting belt! She got 
back up from another fall and watched as Harry moved quickly to make sure he 
belted her on the lower back. Wendy breathed faster, her hair streaming 
behind her. She was against the wall now and her long hair snagged on some 
kind of wire. There was no escape now, no place to run to! 

Harry laughed. "Race is over, baby. Now it's time for me." 

As she turned, her arms rising to protect her face, the belt came down, 
biting the flesh along her ribs. 

"Agh!" she squealed. 

Wendy jerked back as if touched by a burning wire! She tugged at her hair, 
feeling several strands tearing from her scalp. That awful belt came down 
again, biting the flesh along her lower ribs a second time. Then the beveled 
end chewed along her thighs, striking dangerously close to her cunt. 

Still screaming in a mindless torrent of sound, Wendy ripped her hair from 
the wire, scooting away. She banged her forehead hard against the wall, 
knocking herself into a stupor. She let out a wail of defeat, falling to the 
floor on her right side. 

The belt came down again. Wendy rolled away just in time, the leather 
cracking down on the floor. Harry cursed, cocking his arm once more and 
bringing the belt down on the girl's tits. 

Again the belt came down, this time on her supple ass. But instead of pain a 
bright sexual warmth exploded all over her body, spreading through the flank 
right into her hot, wet cunt. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

That belt swung in the air above her head, the hissing, sizzling sound 
almost making her smile. As the belt snapped down, Wendy wondered how much 
more of this kind of heat would explode in her body. How far would the 
sensation travel and how was she going to react? 

"Yaghghghhhh!" 

The tip caught the lower swell of her ass. 

She turned onto her belly, ignoring the catcalls of the two men. Panic 
swelled within her as Harry paused for a second. What was he waiting for? 
Was he quitting? He grunted and then the belt came down hard, tearing across 
her soft ass. 

Wendy screamed, her body recoiling. She pushed her tits against the hard 
floor and for an instant she was dizzy. The belt brought her around, the 
needle-sharp hot pain bit into her asscheeks and ricocheting into her cunt. 
When it reached her clit, that wonderful heat exploded again. 

Again the belt struck. Again the heat snapped at her clit. And once more 
Wendy whimpered, then shrieked in agony and delight. The beating stopped 
once more and Wendy wiped the tears from under her eyes, turning on her left 
side to see what was about to happen. 

"Now it's my turn, slut," Harry laughed. 

Eyes unblinking, her pulse rioting, her blood scorching her veins, Wendy 
watched him unzip his trousers. That cock! It' was as big and thick and long 
as it had been the night before. Her eyes widened as she drew her legs up. 
Harry smiled at her reaction, one hand twisting slowly around his fat 
prickhead. 

"Fuckin'. Good hot fuckin'. That's what I want from you';'slut. Good hot 
cunt and that's just what a little bitch like you's gonna give me!" 

Harry seemed larger than life now. She heard Darlene whimpering, then cry 
out as Jack slapped her. Wendy looked over one shoulder, seeing Jack pulling 
her cousin up while pinning her arms to her back. Darlene, shaking her hair 
from her eyes, stood up shakily and stared disbelievingly at the scene in 
front of her. 

"Oh no! No! You, you animals! Let Wendy go!" the girl cried. 

Wendy knew her cousin's pleas would go unheeded. Beads of sweat dotted 
Harry's ruggedly handsome face and his hands clenched and unclenched as if 
he were going to strangle Darlene. 

"Oh noooo . . . " 

Grabbing Wendy's wrist, he pulled her along the ground. He couldn't see the 
traces of a smile curling around her full lips or know the excitement, the 
turmoil that was rioting in her. Wendy couldn't understand what was 
happening inside herself. All she knew was that in spite of her pain she 
also felt more excitement than ever before in her life! 

"Oh no, no, no!" 

"Now I'm gonna fuck you till you taste my 

SS cock all the way up the throat." 

"No, don't! Oh God, no one's ever done this to me! Oh please, no!" 

In the middle of the floor he let her go. Jerking around to face her, he 
spat obscenities at her, kicking the girl's legs while jerking his Levi's 
down to his ankles. Darlene shrieked, her body jerking against Jack's hands. 

"You're gonna see your cousin get fucked by an expert, baby, a real expert." 

Wendy concentrated on that huge cock sticking out from his hairy groin. 
Swearing, Harry grabbed her hair, jerking her head from the floor and 
wagging his cock in front of her. Wendy swallowed a lump of fear and 
excitement. She saw a wad of jizz stuck in his piss-slit. His balls were 
rising in their sac, pressing up against his groin. The young girl shook her 
head again, protesting against being fucked. Her pleas were a lie and she 
knew it. 

"Slut!" 

Harry bent forward, backhanding her across her mouth. Wendy shuddered, her 
head falling back to the floor. He struck her again. The second blow left 
long fingerprints on her left cheek. 

"All the way over!" he bellowed, grabbing her full ass and forcing her onto 
her face. Wendy tightened her ass. He was going to fuck her in the ass. That 
thought came to her suddenly. She had read once of some people doing that. 
"Uhh!" 

He was on her, his weight crushing the wind from her lungs. He forced her 
face against the basement floor, choking her. She wriggled under him, 
fighting to breathe. She struggled vainly to get free of the crushing 
weight. Through the increasing roaring in her head she heard Jack shouting 
at her while Darlene kept screaming her protests. And behind her Wendy felt 
Harry's cock scraping back and forth against her asscheeks. At one point the 
meaty cockhead poked dangerously against her asshole. She would keep her 
cherry-but at a terrible cost! 

He was trying to stick his cock in her asshole. Wendy screamed, dragging her 
fingertips along the floor, two of her nails breaking against the concrete. 

"Uhhh . . . ooowwww, ohno, no! God no!" 

Wendy screamed at the top of her lungs now, her throat burning from the 
strain. Harry pushed at her, dropping his head and biting the nape of her 
neck until she squirmed and screamed all the louder. Nothing seemed real any 
more except this animal wriggling on top of her, trying to stick his cock in 
her asshole. Wendy puckered her asscheeks together once more, forcing his 
prick from her asscrack again. 

"Bitch!" Harry screamed. 

He struck her with his fist against the back of her head. Stunned, Wendy 
nevertheless kept her asscheeks clenched, terrified of what a prick that 
size would do to her virgin asshole! 

"No, no!" 

"Gonna fuck this one open! Hate like hell to get blood on my cock but she 
won't take my prick in her ass," Harry grunted. 

Wendy cried out again, feeling him reel back, then grab her firmly by the 
shoulders. He spun her around until she faced him. She doubled up her fists, 
her fingers opening and closing, the nails biting down into her palms. Now 
Harry's legs pinned her hips. His cock was aimed at her cunt as he straddled 
her. Harry hunkered down in a half-crouch, lining himself up for the big 
assault. He looked up at Jack. 

"Gimme that marlin spike I got up in Frisco," Harry panted. 

Jack winked, dragging the screaming Darlene back several feet. He pulled 
open a drawer in the workbench and fished around a is bit. In a moment he 
pulled out a twelve-inch spike, somewhat rusty with age. He tossed it over 
to Harry. 

"This is gonna be your lover, Wendy," Harry said, dangling the thing in 
front of her face. 

"No!" the girl shrieked, her head snapped back, her eyes cinched shut while 
her doubled fists struck the floor again and again. 

Then Wendy felt the cold, rusty iron press against her thighs. Harry tilted 
it until the sharpened point pricked her flesh. Wendy let out a rush of air, 
her face a mask of terrible concentration. He was moving the spike down now, 
the pointed end drawing closer and closer to her cunt. Wendy shuddered, her 
teeth chattering against one another. In a second the iron spike was 
pressing up against one puffy cuntlip. Wendy shifted her ass against the 
floor, her toes curling until they cramped. She let out soft, panting 
whimpers as Harry centered the awful thing. 

"Uhhh . . . no!" 

She felt the spike sliding past her tense, rubbery cuntlips, the rusty cold 
sides rubbing up against her hot, slick cuntal walls. Her pussywalls 
snuggled up to the invading iron marlin spike, gripping it as if it were her 
lover's prick. Wendy shuddered again, arching her spine and throwing her 
head back.' 

Harry twisted it around like a screw, tilting the spike up so the cold, 
scratchy surface touched her clit. Wendy jerked her legs, trying vainly to 
snap her knees together. 

The thing was warming steadily from the heat in her pussy. Harry was fucking 
it back and forth, rubbing it over and over her clit until Wendy was 
shamelessly twisting her hips up to meet the fucking movements. 

Darlene turned her face away, unable to watch as her cousin fucked back at 
the long, thin spike. 

"Get ready for it, bitch!" Harry laughed. 

Wendy felt her head spinning as the spike screwed in more, shoving aside the 
warm walls of her pussy. The intensity of being fucked this way seemed to 
blur everything-until Wendy felt the pointed tip touch her cherry. Gasping, 
the girl worked the backs of her legs against the floor, trying to scoot 
away from that probing thing. But she couldn't move. She could only wait for 
the final brutal blow to her virginity. 

"Uhh . . . uhhh . . . eeeaaayyyghhghhh!" 

It came with the force and fury of a nuclear detonation. She had never felt 
such pain before. Her legs jerked, kicking at nothing while her screams 
rose. The pain was terrible, a hot killing ache that spread instantly to all 
parts of her body. Her muscles tightened, cramping until the agony enveloped 
her from head to toe. Wendy could feel her cherry tearing, ripping as that 
awful spike drove into her body. "Ohhhhh . . . " 

Wendy had nearly fainted. She collapsed there after Harry had driven the 
spike all the way in. He left it there for a moment, wiping some of the 
faint pink froth on his fingers on his legs. Looking down, he noticed the 
spike moving and he grinned. Even in her pain Wendy couldn't keep her cuntal 
muscles from contracting pleasurably against the spike. 

"Hot mama! Now she's ready for anything. It's all gonna be downhill from now 
on, baby. No more cherry to get in the fuckin' way." 

"God . . . oh God, what've you done to me?" Wendy sobbed, scalding tears 
staining her face. 

"Just what the fuck you wanted. Now we can have lots of fun, along with that 
bitch," Harry said, nodding in Darlene's direction. "A whole fuckin' family 
of freaks, an' me and my buddy's gonna show you everything!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Wendy struggled to turn onto her side. Harry moved back, kicking her on the 
spine. Then he gripped her hips, fitting his cockhead between her cuntlips. 

"Oh, ohhh!" Wendy yowled. 

Harry began sliding his cock into her pussy, pushing it in as his grip on 
her hips tightened. Then he leaned forward, his hands moving from her hips 
to her ribs to her shoulders, finally settling on her throat. Wendy felt 
them tighten around her windpipe and stars exploded in front of her eyes 
while her tongue rolled from her mouth. He was strangling her, leering down 
at her while fucking and strangling her at the same time. 

She wallowed her shoulder blades against the hard floor, gagging and 
coughing. She dug her fingernails across his face, clawing at him, kicking 
as best she could while more air was choked from her lungs. Images of her 
mother, of her father, of her wonderful warm, loving home in San Francisco 
flashed across her mind as the pressure increased. 

She pounded his arms and face but nothing happened. Wendy felt as if her 
fists were like cotton balls against a stone carving. The blows weakened as 
black clouds swept across her vision. Then Harry relaxed his grip, laughing 
at her while shoving yet another inch of his cock into her cunt. 

Wendy turned her face and gasped, nearly choking on the oxygen she sucked in 
with wheezing sounds to fill her lungs. 

"Oh, how can you do this to her?" Darlene wailed, tears rolling down her 
face. 

"Man, she's wet and tight down there . . . just like a woman oughta be. The 
more I dish out, the more this little cunt wants." 

Wendy snapped to the right again as another hard, throbbing inch of cockmeat 
pushed into her cunthole. He was pulling back a little now, the obscene 
suction sending thrills of pleasure rushing up and down her spine. Wendy let 
out another cry, her pussyjuice oozing freely from her cunt and wetting down 
Harry's balls. 

"Man, oh man! This little bitch's juicin' like crazy!" 

"Yeah, wonder if this one's the same. You hot and tight, baby?" Jack asked, 
flicking his tongue in one of Darlene's ears. 

"You're disgusting!" Darlene screamed, twisting violently in his grip. 

"You ain't gonna say that once I have my prick sawin' into you." 

"Uhhhhh!" 

Harry shoved more into her pussy now. The girl's cuntal muscles tightened, 
cramping painfully as they cinched down onto his cock. Pain as she had never 
felt before made Wendy scream and shriek, feeling as if Harry were tearing 
her body in two. 

"Yaghghghhhh!" 

Harry grunted, fucking down, his hands now braced hard against her slender 
shoulders. He kept grunting how good and tight and hot she was, panting 
about what a fine fuck she was turning out to be. 

"Oh baby, man, you're better than her old lady was," Harry said, glancing 
over at the sobbing Darlene. "Yeah, you're a real fuck--first-class! Man, I 
could fuck you all Goddamned night and still cum in your mouth in the 
morning!" 

Wendy groaned at his words, feeling her cuntmuscles finally relaxing a bit 
and the intense pain going away. Harry tensed his thighs and shoved down 
more, burrowing his thick cockmeat into her pussy until a little more than 
half his cock was in her cunt. Wendy writhed helplessly under him, agonizing 
to the painful pressure of the hot cock throbbing deep inside her. 

"Uhhhh . . . ohhh, it's so weird! Oh God, what's happening to me?" 

The meaty, double-lobed cockhead tunneled down deeper, pushing aside the 
itchy, wet cuntal walls and sliding down into untapped depths. Wendy felt 
her slick walls spreading apart under the relentless pressure of the big 
man's cock. Wendy gasped again, feeling Harry pulling out a little more then 
sliding his prick back until just the head was in her pussy. Then, with a 
grunt, the stud pushed in, his cockhead going in deeper than ever. Wendy 
held her breath, feeling the fat cock pushing up inside her. 

Harry began a slow, rhythmic fucking, his ass tensing with each dowriward 
stroke. Wendy felt herself spreading open more and more. The backs of her 
legs were slick with perspiration now, rubbing wetly against the concrete 
floor while Harry fucked her long and hard. His hands moved up to her tits, 
squeezing the resilient flesh until her nipples popped up red and tight. 
Grinning, Harry bent down, engulfing her right nipple in his mouth and 
sucking and biting it hard. Wendy screamed at the pain. 

"Yaghghhghhh!" 

He pulled her nipple back, still keeping the long, rubbery nub between his 
teeth. Wendy cried out again and again, pounding her fists against his broad 
shoulders. He was raising her heavy tit just by biting down and pulling back 
on her nipple! 

"No! No!" 

Her head snapped from left to right, long blonde strands of her hair 
tangling around her throat. With a snort Harry let her tit slap wetly back 
against her chest. Wendy groaned, blinking away the hot tears stinging her 
eyes. 

He fucked her faster now, his fuck-thrusts making Wendy's body shiver. His 
hands crawled all over her, making her writhe maddeningly under those savage 
caresses. 

How Wendy hated this man! And yet, how she loved the sensations rioting 
through her body and mind right now. When she moved her hips to one side, 
the girl could feel his cockhead rubbing up against her cuntal walls, 
gouging at the slick, sensitive flesh. Harry was all the way in her now, his 
hairy groin tickling her clit while his balls were cushioned up against her 
crotch. It was wild! Wendy rolled her head slowly from one side to the 
other, unsure of what to say or do. 

And then those awful hands began massaging her tits once more, cupping them, 
hefting them, squeezing them until her nipples popped up again. Wendy 
whimpered, remembering how he had bitten her right nipple only seconds 
before. But now he was only thumbing her tit tips, teasing her with his 
fingers while giving his cock quick, jerky hunches. 

Then Harry began fucking her in earnest once more. Wendy cried out, tears of 
delight and shame running down her cheeks. Wendy loved what he was doing to 
her. Her soft whimpers slowly grew, becoming louder sobs of greedy delight. 
The continual thrusts of his cock built up sensations she had never felt 
before. Wendy closed her eyes, concentrating on that fucking cock. She 
remembered how her aunt had been bound and fucked. Wendy wondered if she too 
would have that wonderful look of ecstasy when she reached he climax. 

"Oh yeah, yeah, that's it, baby. Move i move that ass when I fuck you." 

"Uhhhhhh!" the girl grunted. 

"Hey, man! She's goin' nuts. Yeah, she' buckin' around like some kind of 
nympho!' Jack said, reaching down and tugging a Darlene's shorts. 

The squealing brunette twisted helplessly trying to bite and claw and 
scratch her was free of the pawing stud. 

Harry was fucking Wendy faster, his ball slapping against her ass. The girl 
felt Harry was ready to explode. Her cunt was clenching and unclenching, 
milking at his fat, rodding prick. There was the slick, squishing sound o 
his cock against her pussy and Harry gripped her tits, kneading them 
painfully. 

"Gonna do it, baby! Gonna cum right in your pussy!" Harry bellowed. 

"Oh no! No! No!" Wendy whimpered. 

Wendy felt the world slip away from he suddenly. The room turned white as 
her eye glazed over and rolled back into her head There was a moment of 
white-hot madness when she seemed suspended between two worlds. Then Wendy 
felt Harry jerking crazily on top of her and remembered how he had looked 
when he'd finally cum on top of her aunt. Oh, he was doing the same thing to 
her! Wendy could feel his cock twitching inside her, jerking against her 
cuntal walls, and she knew he was cumming. 

"Ohhh, baby, yeah, nice and hot . . . fuck, fuck, shootin' it in 'er!" 

Wendy arched her spine, resting her body only on her shoulders and heels. 
The hot, stinging spasms made her clit vibrate madly. She knew she should be 
howling with pain and disgust but all she could do was thrash like a rutting 
bitch, clawing at Harry, drawing him closer. 

"Uhhhh . . . aaaaghghghhhhhh!" she cried. 

Greedily she held on, shoving her hips up, swallowing up Harry's prick as 
she felt the jet-like spurts of his cum splattering against her cuntal 
walls. She thrilled to the combination of the pounding cock and the hot, 
squirmy liquid blasting into her pussy-hole. 

She was all cunt-hot and wet and milking as Harry finished dumping his load 
of spunk in her pussy-hole. He lay there on top of the girl for several 
moments, and Wendy could feel the beating of his heart. How wonderful, how 
obscenely thrilling it had been to feel his cock sending out rope-like 
squirts of cum into her pussy-hole. She groaned, turning her head away, 
ashamed at having enjoyed this fuck so much. 

"Man, for a virgin she sure as hell fucks like a little mink. Wonder how 
your friend over there does," Harry said, nodding in Darlene's direction. 

"No!" the brunette shouted. 

Jack was already busy at work, pushing down Darlene's shorts. The blue 
briefs now were opened and sliding down her legs to her ankles. Jack was 
laughing, one hand tight around her waist while the other was pushing down 
under the elastic waistband of her panties and inching toward her cunt. 

Harry got up, scratching his balls. Wendy turned her head to watch her 
cousin struggling wildly against the big stud behind her. Jack had his hand 
cupping Darlene's pussy now and Wendy could see his knuckles pushing out 
against the pink thin cotton material of Darlene's panties. The young teen 
was wild, her face a mask of terror and revulsion. 

"She's not too hot down there but I bet a good cock in her pussy'll take 
care of that." 

"Nooooo!" Darlene wailed. 

Darlene grew hysterical, kicking backward, her sandals flying off her feet. 
Twisting around, she managed to draw her fingernails ever Jack's face, 'two 
nails 'drawing some blood from his right cheek. The big stud's smile faded. 
Letting her go, he drew one hand back, smacking the girl hard across the 
face. Darlene shrieked, her body snapping backward, then crumpling to a 
half-naked heap on the floor. 

"Hot or not, the little slut needs a lesson. Both of them could use it," 
Jack growled, feeling the injured spot of his face. 

"What do you want to do, Jack?" Harry asked. 

"Let's put 'em on ice for a while 'till they come around." 

"Good idea!" 

Harry put his Levi's back on, zipping up, then dragged Wendy back against 
one of the walls. Hauling her up, he held her against the cinderblocks with 
one hand and in a moment the girl felt something very cold and hard pressing 
against her throat. A collar of sorts had been bolted to the blocks and now 
Harry pulled it open, slipping it around her throat. With a click he fired 
it into a lock on the other side of her neck. 

"Get that one naked," Jack ordered. 

"Man, she's movin' around again so much can't get a grip on the slut!" Harry 
grumbled. 

Darlene struggled against the men, kicking and hitting out at them as she 
screamed for help. 

"Oh Wendy, help! . . . Oh God, help me! Please, they're going to rape me!" 

The girl's cries echoed off the room as Jack once again gripped her arms, 
pinning her elbows behind her while Harry moved around front and slapped her 
repeatedly. The blows became more savage, his knuckles bruising her chin and 
cheeks. Bravely the girl fought back, spitting on her tormentors, calling 
them horrid names while still kicking back at Harry. 

The young stud punched her hard in the belly, knocking the wind from her and 
bruising her firm, white flesh. Gagging, the young brunette slumped forward 
in Jack's arms. Harry then moved around, curling his fingers under her 
panties and tearing them down. When they reached her knees, he tore them in 
half, completely exposing her cunt. With another move he slipped her halter 
from her body. 

"Get 'er up there . . . her legs. It's your turn now, Jack." 

Wendy watched, amazed as they dragged the helpless girl to the other side of 
the room. Jack lay Darlene across the top of a small table. Just the top of 
her ass and the small of her back rested oh the smooth top. The girl's head 
sagged back toward the floor, her hair sweeping over the concrete. 

Harry tied her wrists to either side of the high table while Jack took one 
of her legs and drew it forward and up. There were two chains hanging down 
from the walls, each ending in a small cuff. Spreading her legs, Jack 
attached Darlene's ankles to these cuffs. In a few moments the girl had been 
bound helplessly to that small table, her wrists affixed to the table's legs 
while her legs were spread and attached to the dangling cuffs. 

Darlene jerked her head up, wincing from the pain of being draped awkwardly 
across the tiny table. She saw what they had already done to Wendy and she 
knew what they were about to do to her. Crying out, the girl twisted and 
jerked her body. 

"Oh, baby, you oughta be all smiles," Harry said while Jack unzipped his 
Levi's. 

Wendy bit her lower lip, watching as the tall, thickly muscled blond's cock 
rolled out from between his halved trousers. 

"No, no!" Darlene screamed. 

"You saw the way your cousin liked gettin' fucked. Man, she couldn't get 
enough. She was milkin' my cock like crazy when I fucked her. Bet you're 
gonna do the same for my buddy there." 

Darlene had grown hysterical again, jerking and snapping back against her 
bonds. But both Jack and Harry had been too careful in securing her to the 
table for the girl to break free. She couldn't even move up from the table 
top. Her muscles tensed as her cries became louder. Harry growled, picking 
up a small, filthy rag and shoving it into her mouth. The girl gagged and 
coughed, struggling against the vile thing while Jack stepped out of his 
jeans and rubbed his cock. 

Wendy struggled against her collar, her fingers moving up to touch it. There 
was no way to unsnap it and the lock was large and unbreakable. She felt her 
naked ass rubbing against the scratchy cinderblock as she watched her 
writhing cousin. 

"Ain't gonna use no marlin spike this time," Jack panted. "I'm gonna use my 
cock!" 

Jack leaned forward, his hands crawling over her tits while he fit his 
cockhead against Darlene's cunt. Her elevated legs pulled against the 
restraining chains while her hair swept over the feet of the table. Again 
and again the young teen screamed through the foul-tasting rag. Her fingers 
fanned out against the table legs, her nails breaking against the wood as 
Jack began shoving his prick into her cum. 

Wendy watched as her cousin's face slackened, Darlene's eyes rolling around 
in her head. Yes, she could tell Darlene was having second thoughts about 
how awful it was to get fucked. The girl still screamed but there was 
something different about her cries, something that told Wendy that Darlene 
was delighting in her humiliation. 

"Unnfnfnnfnf . . .yahghghghhhhh!" 

"Did it, man," Jack said, shaking the sweat off his face. "Fucked right 
through this slut's cherry! And, man, she hardly noticed it!" 

Darlene went limp, sagging against the chains as Jack fucked down all the 
way. He began fucking the girl like a madman, his hips working back and 
forth. Wendy could hear the slick sounds of their fucking and it made her 
flesh pucker into goose-bumps. Closing her eyes, Wendy thought of the way it 
had felt when Harry fucked her! She drew her legs together, rubbing her 
thighs against the wall as dew drops of cunt-juice dotted her pussy-hairs. 

Darlene was sobbing and whimpering, her body shaken by the fuck-blows of 
Jack's massive body. Her legs stretched up and out in a broad V, her ass 
resting on the table edge while her head and shoulders draped down toward 
the floor. Darlene cried through the 

ZJ rag as Jack stiffened and filled her ravaged cunt with gouts of cum, 
sending the girl's shrieks spiraling higher and higher. With a final shout 
Jack dropped on top of the screaming, gagging girl, biting her nipples hard 
while pinching and slapping her ass. 

Wendy watched with envy, feeling a.mini-orgasm pinch her clit. What would 
become of them? 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Wendy? Wendy, are you there?" 

The blonde teen pushed the hair from her eyes, shaking off the dullness that 
had settled over her mind. Harry and Jack had left her hanging there on the 
wall for at least one hour, then beating her half-senseless before dragging 
her to another part of the cellar. There they had tied a leather band to her 
waist, affixing it to the cinderblock basement wall with a small chain. 
Darlene had been dragged forward after her fuck too and tossed on the floor 
and bound tightly, her ankles to her wrists. 

"Over here! Can you move?" Darlene whimpered. 

The men had left the cellar for a while, turning the lights off. The 
basement had been plunged into darkness. Now Wendy could hear Darlene's 
plaintive cries echoing off the cold, damp walls. 

"Not much. They've tied something around my waist, I can't go very far." 

Wendy moved forward tentatively, her eyes searching through the fuzzy 
blackness in front of her. Was it day or night? She slid forward on the cool 
concrete, stretching her hands out in front of her. There was the sound of 
something moving across the floor and she drew her hand back. Was it her 
cousin? Was it a rat? She hugged her narrow shoulders tightly, her fingers 
rubbing life into her cold flesh. 

"Are you okay?" Darlene sobbed. 

"Yeah. I guess so. Oh, Darlene! What are we going to do? They're crazy! And 
there's nobody around who can hear us!" Wendy said in despair. 

"I don't know. Maybe mother will get suspicious when she finds that paper 
missing in her purse. Maybe she'll come looking for us here with the police 
or something." 

Wendy sighed. "I hope she comes soon. I don't know if I can take this much 
longer." 

Wendy indeed was unsure if she could take any more. She had been fucked hard 
and long, her head still spinning with the effects of having been fucked so 
savagely. And now she had been trussed to this wall, her cousin bound 
near-by. 

"I . . . oh God, I don't know what to do, Wendy. I mean, I thought I could 
talk him into letting my mother go. And now he's done this to both of us," 
Darlene sobbed. 

"No, don't cry. We've got to figure this out together. We can't buckle in, 
Darlene." 

The two girls talked for some time, stopping whenever they thought they 
heard the men coming down the stairs. 

"Maybe they'll go away and leave us alone," Darlene said hopefully. 

"And leave us like this? We'd starve to death!" Wendy exclaimed. 

"Oh, I'm so afraid!" 

"Darlene. Did you . . . I mean, how did it feel, being raped like that?" 
Wendy hesitantly asked. 

"Oh, how can you ask something like that?" Darlene shot back, dissolving 
into more tears. 

Wendy bit her lip. Was she the only one who had enjoyed it? Was she some 
kind of pervert? 

The minutes passed and for a while Wendy thought the men might indeed have 
left them there to rot. Then she heard footsteps approaching the cellar door 
and a shaft of yellow light spread down the steep steps. Now the two men 
came down, switching on the light whey they reached the bottom. About ten 
feet in-front of her, Wendy could now see Darlene, her body bent over while 
half-inch ropes bound her wrists and ankles together. She shivered with 
horror. 

"Good! Didn't think you gals were gonna go anywhere! But you never know," 
Harry said, holding a half-empty can of beer in one hand. 

"Yeah. They might've tried sneakin' in some free cock while we were 
upstairs." 

"You're sick!" Wendy spat. 

Harry strode over to her, shaking the can of beer, then letting the sudsy 
spray fly into her face. Wendy sputtered, drawing back and coughing. 
Throwing the can at her head, Harry reached down and grabbed her chin. The 
pressure from his fingers sent streamers of agony shooting through her jaw. 

"Maybe, baby, but then again, you were the one snuggin' up that pussy when I 
was knockin' the shit outta you. Now, you and us, m we're cut outta the same 
cloth, along with the princess there. She's a little slow, but she's gonna 
learn fast." 

He unhooked the leather belt from around Wendy's waist, pulling her up from 
the floor. Jack untied Darlene and she remained quiet, her head bent down, 
her long brown hair curtaining her face. Jack dragged her over to another 
corner of the basement, instructing her to spread her legs while keeping her 
arms stretched overhead. There were two U-shaped hooks cemented into the 
floor some five feet apart and two eight-link chains coiled to either side 
of the clamps, cuffs attached to their free ends. Jack tightened the cuffs 
to Darlene's ankles. Then, reaching up, he attached a four-foot wooden rod 
to a chain dangling over her head. 

"Keep your arms up!" he barked as the girl began bending out her elbows. 

Darlene shivered at the sharp command, straightening her arms until her 
wrists brushed against either end of the pole. Jack used two small lengths 
of rope, winding them around in figure-eights until both her wrists were 
strapped to either end of the wooden rod. 

"She ain't goin' nowhere," Jack said, admiring his work. 

Then with a tug he drew the pole slowly up, the pressure stretching 
Darlene's body. The girl let her head fall back, her long brown hair 
sweeping over the top curves of her tensing ass. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

Wendy watched in horror, the pole inching up slowly, tightening Darlene's 
body until the muscles and tendons stretched and pulled against her flesh. 
The girl cried out, her feet rising from the floor until only her toes 
touched the cement. The cuffs pressed in relentlessly against her ankles. 

"Stop it! You're hurting her! You're hurting my cousin!" Wendy gasped. 

But the pole continued to rise, holding her arms apart and stretching her 
belly until it was taut while her knees rattled and shivered. Darlene let 
out another cry, this time a shout of pain. Jack fixed the pulling rope to a 
small hitch in the wall then moved to pinch her nipples, making the young 
girl scream out again. Her body vibrated against the restraints like a 
tightly drawn bow. 

"There, that's better. Now we know you ain't gonna be movin' around while we 
play with your cousin. Enjoy it, baby. You'll be next," Jack said, reaching 
down and cupping one hand over Darlene's split-open cunt. 

"Wh . . . what are you going to do with me?" Wendy stammered, her teeth 
chattering together. "Bend over!" 

Wendy tried scrambling away from them. But Harry caught her by the wrist, 
jerking her back so painfully that the teen thought he had broken her hand. 
Crying out, the young girl felt herself caving in once more to their hideous 
demands. 

"Lay still!" 

Harry rolled her over, her tits pillowing out against the cold, hard floor. 
Wendy felt her cuntal muscles tweaking at the sudden cool touch. Harry 
retrieved some rope from where Darlene had been earlier, taking one length 
and sliding it around Wendy's wrists. He was more careful about her bondage 
this time, placing the line over her wrist bones, then threading it through 
her pressed fingers before bringing it around again in a looping movement. 
It was difficult for Wendy to even move her fingers against one another when 
the rope was pulled tight. 

Once he was sure her wrists were bound together he slid his knee off her 
lower back. 

"Bring it in," Harry said, nodding in the direction of a tall green metal 
cabinet. 

There was the squeaking sound of the door opening, followed by Jack's 
muffled cursing. 

At times Wendy could hear Darlene sobbing, the chains holding her feet to 
the floor rattling with her movements. But Wendy couldn't even look around 
to see her cousin. 

There was a scraping sound now and Wendy struggled to look in the direction 
of the sound. What she saw sent chills through her body. It was a stand, the 
base of which was a metal disc of about two feet in diameter. A yard-long 
pole stood up from its center, the top of which was capped with a 
silver-plated cock! Two long black wires hung from the bottom of the device. 

"Hook 'er up," Harry chuckled. 

Jack pulled out a gray box with several clear plastic windows on the side 
and it stood atop a moveable cart. Wendy guessed it was a generator. Jack 
was attaching the wires from the stand to the generator while Harry guided 
Wendy up to the dildo. 

"See your new lover?" 

Wendy drew back in disgust, wrinkling her nose as she stared at the hideous 
thing. She had never seen a device like that before in her life. Turning her 
head, she saw Darlene's frightened eyes. Both men worked slowly, letting the 
terrified blonde teen stew for a while. Then Jack stood up, brushing his 
hands against his Levi's and grinning that horrible grin again. 

Each man took a wrist. With their other hands under her armpits, they lifted 
her easily from the floor. Wendy struggled now, her fingers cramping against 
the thick line paralyzing her hands. 

"No . . . oh please, don't . . . don't put me on that thing!" 

She screamed, her legs kicked out. 

"Gonna have to get a better grip on the bitch!" Harry warned. 

Wendy saw that thing sticking up so high. They would pierce her through her 
heart with that thing, then electrocute her. She began kicking and fighting 
more wildly, but the two men held her easily. 

"You can either keep quiet, baby, and let us work with you, or you could 
fight us and get the rippin' hell torn outta you," Jack growled. 

It wasn't much of a choice. Soon they were holding her above that horrible 
thing, about to impale her on it. Wendy's legs were bent back. She felt 
Harry's left hand gripping her left inner thigh while Jack slipped his right 
arm around her other leg. She bent back, her body resting against Harry's 
chest. They lowered her slowly, laughing when Wendy shivered at the first 
touch of that cold, metallic cock. 

"Nooooo!" 

Both men worked carefully and' Wendy felt the slippery cold metal cockhead 
pressing aside her outer pussylabes. Wendy cramped her legs back, feeling 
her ass tightening, her sphincter threatening to fail at any moment. But 
down she went, her thighs parted by that awful thing. When they finally 
released her, Wendy found herself standing, not quite on tip-toe. Her arches 
hurt and she was careful to maintain her balance. Harry and Jack backed away 
and tentatively the girl began to explore her situation. . 

At that moment Wendy found she couldn't get both her feet flat on the ground 
without hurting herself. At first she tried to step off the cock, but that 
was impossible. Then the girl grunted, trying to stand up high on her toes 
to let the cock slip from under her. But she couldn't get anywhere nearly 
high enough for that. It was an infuriating, shameful way for her to stand. 
Looking back at the sobbing Darlene, Wendy wished she were dead. 

"Pretty lucky little gal, I'd say," Harry sneered. 

"Yeah. Great way to break in this little bitch." 

Jack and Harry were obviously enjoying Wendy's plight. Her calves arched 
from standing on the balls of her feet but the girl was terrified of 
relaxing her stance: Twisting her wrists against one another, she looked 
from one man to the other with frightened, pleading eyes. 

"She's never gonna want a small cock again in her pussy," Jack said. 

"Yeah, nothin' but donkey-dicks for this one!" 

"Hey, try jumpin' up and down on it, baby. Oughta feel fuckin' great!" Jack 
said, Harry throwing back his head and bellowing with laughter. 

Feeling a sharp cramp in her arches, the young teen let her feet sag, 
feeling the smooth, rounded cocktip nudging her cuntal walls open a little 
farther. She stiffened and her clit twitched now while her pussy muscles 
tensed and cinched up tight against the silver-colored dildo. A shudder went 
through her body and Wendy let out a moan of resignation. 

In time Wendy managed to stand flat-footed. Suddenly the girl flamed 
scarlet, her cheeks burning. Harry and Jack had turned back and observed she 
had swallowed the full length of that thing. Though neither man said 
anything, the leers on their lips were obvious enough. 

She wanted to hide from their accusing eyes, but there was nowhere for her 
to run. Darlene was struggling on the ropes and chains, the pulley above her 
rattling. Wendy shrank in horror from the thought that she might climax 
right there in front of them while riding that fat, long thing. 

"Please, let me off this thing. You've had your fun, now let me go," Wendy 
pleaded, her voice thick with fear and arousal. 

"You don't wanna get off that thing, baby. You're havin' too much fun with 
it. And now we're gonna make sure you have even more," Harry said, striding 
over to the generator and switching it on. 

Instantly a low hum filled the room. Wendy tensed, her rounded eyes taking 
in the two now-illuminated plastic windows with needles bouncing in them. No 
current was flowing yet but she could well imagine how it would feel once 
Harry threw on the juice. 

"Please, don't do this! Oh God, don't put that thing on!" she begged. 

Harry's fingers trembled around the knob, then tightened on the black ridged 
wheel. The hum went up in pitch and Wendy felt a warm, ticklish sensation. 
She looked straight in front of her, her lips working against one another 
but nothing came out. Her feet slid over the floor while her body rose up on 
the dildo. 

Wendy stood on tip-toe once more, her as muscles spasming slightly. They 
were feeding her electricity through that dildo and it made her cunt tighten 
and her clit stung with delight. How she shamed herself by riding that 
silver cock-rod like some kind of obscene puppet while rutting in front of 
these two horrid men and her shocked cousin. 

Harry moved the dial a little and tiny, hot-tipped needles pricked her clit 
and her cuntal walls. The muscles cramped even more, the sensation she felt 
was somewhere between an itchy ache and an incredible delight. Wendy curled 
her fingers all she could, feeling the hemp tickling the sensitive skin. Her 
thigh muscles ached from the tension and once more the girl stood 
flat-footed, letting that dildo go deeper into her cunt. 

Harry's fingers moved again. This time the voltage seared her cuntal walls 
and clit. Wendy opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out except a rush 
of air. Jack moved around fast, jamming a rag between her lips. 

"This'll keep you from biting down on your tongue. We wanna hear you 
scremin' and moanin' later on," he explained. 

"Unnnnfffhhh!" 

Wendy bit down hard on the rag, her teeth tearing into the filthy material. 
Her body was jerking now, twitching as more current soared m through her. 
She rode up and down on that dildo, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably 
while she spat around the rag. Her nostrils flared while high-pitched, 
screams escaped around the gag. Her face became a blur, her feet sliding and 
kicking while her nipples stood out dark purple. 

To her amazement Wendy was having an orgasm. She came and came and came, her 
body kept on that pin-point of ecstasy by the voltage. Screaming, begging 
them to stop, she pitched from back to front. 

"Turn it off, man! She's gonna fry," Jack advised. 

Harry switched the dial off and it was as if some important prop supporting 
Wendy had collapsed. Wendy sagged forward, the dildo slipping from her 
still-convulsing pussy. Someone was holding her around the shoulders, 
lifting her from the juice-smeared dildo. As the girl felt the smooth, 
rounded cockhead slip from her cuntal lips a powerful spasm hit her. Then, 
with a groan, Wendy collapsed in a blessed faint. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Wendy had no idea how long she had remained unconscious. When she came to, 
she found herself hanging from the wall. Her arms had been stretched above 
her head, three tight-fitting leather straps pinning them to the 
cinderblocks. Four more, two on each leg, kept her legs strapped and spread 
against the wall. Her feet were about six inches from the floor. 

Blinking her eyes open, Wendy saw both 

Harry and Jack standing in front of her cousin. Darlene began wailing 
loudly, her body snapping and jerking on those tight chains. 

"Man, she don't like fuckin' around like the other one," Harry said. 

"Yeah, but she came when I fucked her good and hard before. She just needs a 
little more primin' than that Wendy bitch," Jack answered. 

"What are you doing to her?" Wendy screamed as Jack began moving around 
behind her cousin. 

"Fuckin' 'er in the ass," Harry answered. 

Wendy stared at him wildly. Then, squinting forward, she saw that Jack had 
moved around Darlene. He took something out of her ass. It was a dildo, 
similar to the one that had fucked Wendy on that stand. 

Darlene's body relaxed, her head rolling forward while tears rolled down her 
cheeks. Her breathing came in strangled gasps. When Jack began moving around 
to her ass, she screamed again, tugging her chained hands against the 
restraining overhead pole. 

"No, no, no!" Darlene cried. 

"Oh, baby, come on. You ain't got no sense of fun." 

Jack laughed at her, then shoved the long pink dildo back up her asshole. 
Darlene let out another wail, her head jerking back while the muscles in her 
arms and legs shuddered. 

Wendy turned away, feeling sick at the sight of her ass-raped cousin. 
Darlene's cries echoed off the walls as Harry smacked her. The girl then 
subsided into baleful sobs. Wendy looked up again and saw Jack wiping his 
hands on his Levi's, looking satisfied at his work. 

"This one's awake now. We can work on her while the other bitch is loosenin' 
up," Harry suggested. 

"No!" Wendy exclaimed, wishing she'd stayed quiet. 

Wendy stared hatefully at the two men. The straps pinched the flesh of her 
arms and the broad one just below her knee hurt her terribly. Harry produced 
a stunning blue plastic lighter, flipping back the silver top and flicking 
the flint wheel. There were bright blue sparks, then an orange flame. 

"See this? You like fire, baby?" 

"No, take it away!" Wendy screamed, her forehead wrinkling in terror. 

"It ain't bad, if you know how to use it." 

Harry held the lighter in front of her face, moving it so close she could 
feel the heat. Turning a small button at the side, he increased the length 
of the flame and Wendy thought he 

M was going to burn her hair! .She felt a scream about to explode in her 
throat. 

Again he turned the wheel, bringing the flame down. Crouching, he started 
moving the fire up and down her thighs, singeing the fine hairs on her legs. 
Wendy bit her lower lip, moving her head down and watching this horrible 
man. There were times when he let the fire linger a second or two and she 
tensed her muscles, the burning sensations intense. 

Harry began humming as she moved the fire up, burning a red path toward her 
cunt. Wendy struggled in the leather, moving her shoulders, feeling the ache 
of being suspended like this making her bones and joints throb. The fire was 
only inches away from her pussy now. 

"No, don't. Aiyeeeyyyeeee, nooooo!" 

Wendy could no longer contain herself. Closing her eyes, the girl let out a 
series of yelps. The fire burned some of her cuntal hairs, blackening the 
blonde strands. She could smell the singed pussy fur and again the girl let 
out a yelp of horror and pain. Harry and Jack laughed as the big stud moved 
the fire back down until the flame licked and lapped at her bound ankles. 

"Uhhhhhhhh!" 

Sweat trickled down around her neck, over her tits; then down into her 
navel. She breath-" ed hard, her chest moving up and down with each gulp of 
air she took. The men still toyed with her, moving the flame back to her 
cunt and burning more cuntal hairs. Each time Wendy let out shrieks of 
despair, certain they were going to injure her for good. 

"She's had enough," Harry finally said. 

Wendy heard the metallic click of the lighter top and she sighed with 
relief. She sagged in her bonds. 

"Get the bitch down. Maybe this one'll get ass-fucked a little easier than 
her cousin," Jack suggested, reaching up and starting to unbuckle the top 
strap. 

"Yeah. She's ready to take on a football team if the time's right." 

"Oh God, no, no!" 

Wendy watched them with horrified eyes as Jack and Harry unbuckled-the 
straps one by one. Darlene was still moaning, the thick dildo working its 
way out of her asshole and clattering to the floor. But Harry didn't notice. 
He slapped the blonde teen with the back of his right hand, the knuckles 
jarring Wendy's teeth. Slumping forward, the girl protested weakly as Harry 
crouched down onto the floor, holding her tightly. 

"Now, gonna see if this little number can take it in the ass like her 
cousin," he said, slapping her asscheeks with both hands. 

The girl felt Harry's thumbs stick into her asscrack, the jagged nails 
creasing her asslips. Wendy let out a rush of air, then screamed when Harry 
stuck in his long, skinny forefinger. Wrapping one hand around her waist, he 
held her close to him, fucking his finger in and out of her asshole. When he 
pressed his knuckles against her ass, Wendy thought she would faint. 

"Nooooo!" she cried. 

He stuck in another finger, this one twisting around and down until it 
slipped into her bowels. Lurching forward, her knees scraping over the 
concrete, the girl tried to cringe away from the painful digits. But Harry's 
grip was too strong. He twisted his two fingers around like screws, finally 
pushing in a third finger to stretch her asshole even more. 

Wendy's eyes bulged, her face slackening as a string of drool oozed from one 
corner of her mouth. She made barking sounds, her throat tightening as her 
hair splashed around her whitening face. 

"P-p-please, don't . . . don't . . . " 

"That's good fuckin', baby, fuckin' your ass," Harry said through clenched 
teeth. 

He was fucking her in the ass with his fingers, fucking them in and out as 
he had fucked her cunt earlier. Wendy was making hoarse growling sounds now, 
perspiration dotting her forehead while those fingers continued to fuck her 
asshole. A jingling sound behind the girl told her that Harry was unzipping 
his Levi's. 

His fingers gripped her hipbones and in a moment she could feel his chin and 
stubbly cheeks rubbing against her ass. He licked her ass, smoothing his 
flat, hot tongue up one ass-cheek and down the other. How oddly pleasant the 
hot, wet touch of his tongue felt against her asscheeks! 

"Ummmmm!" 

Harry slid his thumbs down into her asscrack, pulling outward, spreading her 
asscheeks apart until she could feel a draft blowing up against her asshole. 
Wendy groaned, her knees moving painfully over the cold cellar floor. She 
peered through her curtaining blonde hair. Jack was looking back at Darlene, 
rubbing his fingers over the fly of his jeans. 

Harry stabbed his right forefinger in Wendy's asshole once more, pulling it 
out, then diving down and sealing his lips to her asshole. Wendy let out 
another cry, this one revealing her obscene delight. How strangely odd it 
felt; that wiggly, soft, hot, wet thing burrowing into her asshole! Tiny 
fiery needles stung her clit as Harry licked and lapped at her asshole. 
Wendy sighed, a shiver making her body shudder as Harry gripped her more 
tightly. 

"Better rope this one before I ass-fuck 'er. She moves around too much." 

That wonderful, soft, hot mouth pullet away, and Wendy's elbows sagged, 
bowing outward while she felt her cunt slacken. 

"Rope the little bitch over the table," Jack suggested, nodding at the small 
piece of furniture over which Wendy had been fucked earlier. 

"Yeah, come on, baby! Gonna get your as plugged up good and imagine." 

Harry gripped both her wrists, hauling Wendy up abruptly from the floor. She 
stood unsteadily, shaking the hair from her eye while Jack pulled the table 
up toward them. 

Taking her by the shoulders, he turned he around until her knees pressed 
against the front of the table. Putting one hand up to the back of her neck, 
he forced the teen over, he belly flattening out against it. Both Jack and 
Harry moved quickly, sliding the rope around her wrists and binding them to 
the forward legs, then pulling her legs down tight so that her body clung to 
the table! Two longer lengths of rope were used to affix her thighs to the 
rear legs. 

Sobbing, unsure of what was about to happen, Wendy felt terribly vulnerable. 
"Ohhhh, what are you going to do to me now?" she cried. 

"You ain't paid attention, slut," Harry snarled, slapping one hand across 
the back of her head. "Ass-fuckin'! I opened one end of you and now I'm 
gonna fuck open the other." 

"No, no, don't do this! Don't touch me back there!" 

Wendy's cries grew as Jack moved to the cabinet and returned, stuffing what 
Wendy guessed was a large rubber ball in her mouth. She gagged, swallowing 
spit as the foul-tasting latex ball rolled past her front teeth and pressed 
hard against her tongue. Jack shoved it down a little farther, then affixed 
it with two leather straps around her head. 

Wendy's eyes bulged, her fingers working against one another. The wood felt 
cool and smooth against her belly as Harry moved around and rubbed his cock 
against her ass. His prick was hot and hard against the front of his Levi's. 
He pulled at her asscheeks, spreading them, then reaching down and tugging 
open his fly. 

"Goin' in!" he called. 

The words terrified her. There was no way she could fight back to protect 
herself. With a sigh of complete despair Wendy sagged against the table, her 
asscheeks fully opening for the fucking. 

"Man, oh man," Harry said, pushing his trousers down to his ankles. 

Wendy groaned as he put one finger into her asshole, stretching it, yanking 
it out of shape. The girl screamed, hating the waiting, the awful touch of 
Harry's digits. 

"Your galfriend wants it bad in the ass," Jack laughed. "She can't keep her 
fuckin' ass steady enough." 

"This oughta keep her fuckin' mouth shut about gettin' fucked for a while." 

Again Wendy screamed through the gag, the taste of the rubber ball making 
her throat constrict. Harry grabbed her hipbones again and she knew from the 
angle of his grip he was going to fuck his cock into her asshole. She sucked 
in a deep breath, holding it as if she were about to receive a painful 
injection. Then Wendy let out a shriek, feeling the fat, blunt cockhead 
pressing against her virgin asshole. 

Harry laughed this time, his laughter having a nasty undertone. "Take it, 
bitch! Man, you got this nice hot little ass. And I'm gonna do all I can to 
feel your shit on my cock." 

"Noooofoofooffff!" 

Wendy blinked away the blinding tears as that fat cockhead stretched her 
asshole. She feared he was going to tear her asshole. Harry's fingers tore 
at her ass while the sounds of his grunting and panting sickened the teen. 

"Man, oh man," Harry said, shaking the sweat from his face. "It's like 
fuckin' a Goddamned rock. Loosen up, you little bitch!" 

Wendy felt his hands slapping her across the tops of her ass. His knees 
jabbed painfully against the backs of her legs. If only she could loosen up 
to ease the entry of that fat cock! It would make the fucking so easy and 
perhaps even pleasurable. But her asshole muscles refused to relax! Instead 
they tensed against the invader, making this ass-fucking all the more 
painful. Wendy cried out, the rubber ball muffling her screams. 

The pressure against her asshole eased for an instant. Wendy let out a sob 
of relief, her face burning with the shame and excitement and horror at 
having that man's cock working into her ass. Then, like a huge steel pole, 
that cock jammed against her asshole. Wendy let out another cry, thinking 
surely the muscles around her asshole would rip from the pressure. But 
instead, the big fat cock squeezed mto her asshole. 

Wendy squirmed, moving her ass back against the warm belly rubbing up 
against her ass. The slow invasion of that hard prick hurt her terribly. She 
began taking gulps of air around that gagging ball, feeling Harry's cock 
splitting her ass wide open. 

"Oh wow, man! This is somethin' else. Just . . . uhhhhh . . . just workin' 
in my cock into this little slut! Christ! She's goddamned hot and tight down 
there!" 

"Oh God, no, no, Wendy," Darlene sobbed, her body shaking on the chains. 

"Shaddup, slut!" Jack barked, turning around and staring hotly at the young 
brunette. "Take a good look to see how your fuckin' cousin takes this. 
You'll be on the block next." 

"No, no!" Darlene cried. 

Darlene shook her head violently, her long brown hair whipped over her face. 
She stared wildly at her cousin stretched so prettily over the block, Harry 
crouched over her like some horrid beast. Darlene could hear the cries and 
grunts of her cousin as that animal fucked her in the ass. And she would be 
next! The thought made the young brunette teen let out another howl of 
despair, her head falling back until her hair swept over her ass. 

The pain in Wendy's asshole reached to the outer edges of her asscheeks, 
then ricocheted up to her belly and tits. The wide head of his cock seemed 
to go on and on and Wendy took in another puffing breath, her cheeks 
billowing out. Both Harry's hands covered her tits. He was leaning heavily 
on top of her, pressing her against the table while fingering both tits. 
Wendy felt him touching her all over, tweaking her nipples until she cried 
hot, salty tears. His knees battered the backs of her thighs while that 
awful cock split her open! 

"Uhhhfhfhhffff!" 

Then suddenly the pressure that had been tightening her asshole relaxed. 
Wendy let out a rush of air', feeling her sphincter loosen. Harry took 
advantage of this sudden change and shoved down as hard as he could, his 
balls swinging forward from the force of the move. Wendy bit down on the 
ball as hard as she could, closing her eyes as the sensation of his prick 
tunneling through her asshole ravaged her. The young girl squeaked, her cunt 
going into strange spasms of need as Harry rubbed his groin up against her 
ass. 

"Nooooo!" 

Harry gave her several jabbing fuck-thrusts, rubbing his crotch up against 
her ass until the cheeks flattened against his body. It was all so terribly 
filthy and degrading for Wendy. The sobbing, fucking girl knew there would 
be far more to endure before Harry and Jack would let the two of them go. 
Why, oh why had she been stupid enough to listen to Darlene? 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Wendy felt herself ripping apart. How that cock was plowing into her asshole 
while his hands squeezed and kneaded her tits. Harry knew he was causing her 
discomfort and enjoyed every moment of it. The more she groaned in horror 
and pain, the more he delighted in fucking her. Wendy knew it but couldn't 
keep herself quiet. 

The sliding of his cock sent shivery thrills through her ass. She could feel 
her bowels filling up again and again with his hot cockmeat, that delight 
mixing with the pain of having a prick that large stretching her guts. 
"Uhhhhhhhh!" 

Harry pulled his cock out and she felt the suction tugging at her ass. It 
was as if he were turning her inside out! Her arms and legs spasmed and 
cramped as that awful cock slid out. She lightened her sphincter then 
loosened it. Harry braced his hands against her ass now, arching his spine 
while pulling out more thick inches of his cockmeat. 

"Man, she wants me to stay inside her ass, I guess," Harry grunted. "The way 
she's movin' that ass around and holding onto me makes me know she can't get 
enough of it." 

"Hear that, sweet tits? Your cousin here digs gettin' her asshole reamed 
out! You gonna take it that way? You gonna want it hard and fast like this 
bitch?" Jack called out to the terrified brunette. 

"No, no!" Darlene sobbed. 

Darlene watched in growing nausea as Harry pulled his cock almost completely 
from Wendy's asshole. He kept only his prickhead inside her, giving it 
short, jerky hunches. With each push Wendy let out a grunt. And then Harry 
shoved his prick all the way back in, draping himself over her body and 
knocking the wind from her. 

Wendy felt the heat from her asshole bouncing off the stuffed feeling and 
doubling back, sending streamers of strange excitement stinging into her 
clit. Wendy thought the lewd suction in her asshole would drive her out of 
her mind. 

The speed of Harry's fucking increased. Wendy felt her asshole muscles 
squeezing tight around his cock, trying to drag out more sensations from his 
prick. Her tits flattened out against the table, her nipples smashed under 
the force of this wild ass-fuck. There wasn't the pain that had plagued her 
earlier. Now there was only heat-a delicious, clit-rending warmth that made 
her cunt wish there were something fucking her there. 

Wendy shook her head, chewing down on the ball. What was once a horrid, 
awful fuck had turned inside out, becoming something different, something 
wonderful. Letting out a cry as Harry's fucking speed picked up, she felt 
the sexual glow singeing her clit. 

Wendy grunted, her face twisting into a mask of pain and unspeakable 
delight. The girl knew she was being fucked and fucked hard. The way her 
cunt was reacting, however, Wendy at times couldn't tell if the cock was in 
her ass or in her pussy. Everything was mixed up, confused. Harry was 
fucking her entire body. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" 

There was the sweaty slap of his belly, the blow of his body against hers 
that sent vulgar thrills from her clenching ass to her clit. Wendy wanted it 
all to happen at once. She wanted that tingle in her tits, the juicing, 
sliding of his cock in her ass, the slippery feel of her cuntlips rubbing 
against one another to explode in a mindless fire of cumming. Wendy hunched 
her ass back and forth as best she could, the ropes keeping her body close 
to the table. 

"Man! Fuck it out, bitch! Butt-fuck it out," Harry cried. 

Grunting, he rammed his cock deep into her ass, his fingers tearing at her 
ass. His cock hit her like a sledge hammer, sending her over the edge. 
Screaming through the rubber gagging ball, the young teen felt a blaze of 
fire in her ass. He was cumming, sending his jizz shooting deep into her 
asshole. 

"Yaghhghghfhfh . . . uhhhhhhh!" the girl cried. 

The thick, shooting masses of cum burned into her bowels like flaming 
gasoline. Wendy felt her cunt snapping shut on thin air, her body jerking 
from side to side. How her ass lot clutched at his cock. She convulsed, her 
body straining at the ropes while her tits mashed against the wooden table 
top. He was striking her, knocking her head against the table legs. 

But the only thing Wendy could feel now was the power of her orgasm. It took 
over every thought she had, every feeling she experienced. The 
lightning-like jolts of heat burned her clit and nipples while Harry sent 
more and more creamy-hot jizz into her asshole. 

"Man . . . oh fuckin' shit! Mother-fuck! This little bitch's gobblin' me 
up!" 

Harry struck her hard on the lower back with a fist, the thudding sound 
mixing with Wendy's rutting groans. Every movement of Harry's prick 
heightened the wrenching her ass and cuntal muscles. Finally Harry started 
pulling out his prick. 

"Nooooff!" Wendy wailed. 

Wendy was greedy, wanting that cock to stay in her ass until the whole wild 
process of her unnatural orgasm was finished. Harry paused for a second, 
pushing his cock in, then resumed pulling it out. 

"Nooooofffff!" 

Again Wendy cried to have that cock inside her asshole once more. But Harry 
refused. He had achieved his pleasure and now he wanted to continue with the 
torture, leaving Wendy to satisfy herself as best she could. The girl cried 
out again, her overloaded brain shattering. 

Wendy ground her teeth against the rubber ball, silently cursing her 
tormentor. Her asshole fluttered, as empty now as her wet, fluttering cunt. 
The girl jerked and twitched as Harry stepped away. She pounded her body 
against the table while the line kept her in place. 

Finally the delightful spasms stopped. Her arms straightened slowly, her 
fingers opening up as tears of frustration rolled down her face. She had 
never felt so alone before in all her life. A bubble of air escaped from her 
cunt and Harry's jizz oozed from her stretched asshole. He had fucked her so 
brutally, so violently and in front of her cousin. And how she had reacted! 
There hadn't been enough cockmeat in her ass! How much more she had wanted! 
How could she ever hold her head up again? 

"Now for this one," Jack said as he turned to Darlene. 

The young brunette had waited, hoping Wendy's rape would last much longer 
than it had. Her heart had sank when she saw Harry's body stiffen, his cock 
pumping jizz into Wendy's asshole. She knew Jack would then do the same 
thing to her. 

"You don't want to have the same kind of pleasure your cousin had?" 

"No! Oh, just let us go! You had your . . . fun," Darlene said, her voice 
lowering on the last word. "Now just turn us out and we promise we won't say 
anything." 

Both Jack and Harry laughed. 

"Nobody'd believe you even if you told. Besides, we just started with you 
two." 

"Just started?" Darlene gasped. 

Her mind whirled. She looked crazily at Jack as he walked up to her. Harry 
was pulling his Levi's up, sneering down at the still-bound and helpless 
Wendy who moaned softly against her rubber gag. 

"I think I'm gonna have some good fun with this one," Jack said to Darlene. 
"More resistance than that other slut, you know what I mean, bud? But when I 
get 'er goin' it's gonna be somethin' else. Man, she's gonna be hotter 'n 
that bitch." 

"No, you're crazy! Lemme go! Don't touch me!" Darlene shrieked. 

Harry picked up his discarded belt and tossed it over to Jack. The young 
blond sneered up at the hanging woman, snapping the doubled pieces of black 
leather together before letting the belt fall to the floor. He held the 
buckled end in his right hand and Darlene tried to prepare herself. Her eyes 
fastened on the gleaming black leather drawing closer to her. He was going 
to beat her with that thing just as he had beaten Wendy! Then, suddenly a 
doubled fist shot into her belly, knocking the air from her. - 

Darlene let out a cry, her knees jerking up as far as they could. The chains 
holding her ankles kept the girl from doing much more than twitching in her 
bonds. Her eyes opened wide while her nostrils flared. The dull pain seemed 
to wrench her bowels inside out and she thought about Wendy, about the way 
she had looked with Harry draped over her fucking her ass. Grunting with 
panic, Darlene waited for the next blow. 

"Don't like that, do you bitch?" 

"No, lemme go!" Darlene sobbed, her eyes reflecting the sheer animal terror 
racing through her body. 

"Fat chance!" he laughed. 

Jack lashed the belt across her belly, up to her throat, then back to her 
thighs. The force of those blows sent the girl into shrill hysterical cries. 
Her head jerked from left to right, a mindless torrent of pleading words 
tumbling out, one over the other. The fiery pain from the dry, smacking 
leather blows seemed to clear her mind of all thought except the agony 
facing her. 

Jack looked down at her pussy, sneering. Reaching forward he twisted his 
fingers in the thick bush of brown cuntal hair. Darlene let out another cry. 
She twisted her mouth into a shape of agony, more shrill screams filling the 
room. 

"Yaghghghghhhh!" 

Jack pulled and twisted, tearing brown hair from her cunt. Letting go in a 
moment he brought the leather belt around her throat, tightening it and 
strangling out her latest cry. 

"Muhhfhfhffff!" 

The move was so unexpected that the girl choked on her own shriek. She 
stared wide-eyed at him, unable to breathe. The belt pressed her windpipe 
shut, cutting off the oxygen to her lungs! Desperately Darlene tugged at her 
arms, feeling her wrists rubbing painfully against the overhead pole to 
which they were attached. There was the clanking sound of all those chains 
rattling against one another while her body jerked and bounced in their 
restraints. And still Jack kept that awful belt tight around her throat! 
Darlene thought for one mad moment that she was about to die! 

Jack pulled down the weapon at last, doubling it against itself. Darlene 
took in long, deep, gulping breaths, her throat sore and raspy from all the 
cries and the awful strangling. 

Suddenly there was a skin-splitting blow directed against her left 
ass-cheek. The young teen shrieked, tears springing to her eyes. Another 
blow, this one crossing the first, sent more agony racing through her. Blow 
after blow reddened her ass, making the full, naked white asscheeks bounce 
and jiggle against one another. Darlene remembered how Harry had struck her 
cousin again and again before fingering her, then finally putting his cock 
into her ass. 

"Uhhhfhfhffff!" 

Jack cupped her ass now, his fingers pressing into the whip-worked flesh. 

"She's gonna be too fuckin' tight, I think. Gotta loosen 'er up for a while 
and I don't mean finger-fucking the little bitch." 

"Got any ideas?" 

Harry lumbered up to his buddy, hitching up his Levi's. Wendy was still 
doubled over the small table, cum spilling from her asshole. 

"Yeah. Over here." 

Darlene watched with frightened eyes as the two men disappeared into the 
darkness to her left. She whimpered, wishing she had the apparent courage 
and stamina her cousin Wendy had. But how her arms hurt her now. Hanging 
from the bar, the wood pressing into her wrists, the girl's muscles cramped 
and her joints ached. The cuffs around her ankles had helped some but the 
tension of being stretched from floor to ceiling this way ached through her 
body. 

There were the sounds of both men returning. Harry was carrying what 
appeared to be several leather harnesses and such in his arms. He dumped 
them to the floor with a dull clatter. Darlene flinched. 

"One good thing, baby, I'm not gonna have you hanging around there like this 
any more." 

Silently Darlene agreed with the big man, happy when they unfastened first 
the cuffs around her wrists, then the ropes attaching her to the overhead 
bar. She slumped heavily against Harry, her legs weak after having been 
stretched and hung for so long. 

Darlene saw them pulling out what appeared to be a large rubber ball with 
several straps attached to it. It was the same kind of thing her cousin had 
had in her mouth while Harry had ass-fucked her. Darlene turned her head 
away, feeling the strength in her thighs fail her. 

Harry held her, pinning her arms behind her back while Jack took the ball in 
his right hand and fitted it into her mouth. Darlene moaned, her jaws aching 
from having been spread so much. He then took two straps that were attached 
to either side of the gag and stretched them over each lower cheek, buckling 
them together behind her head. Two more straps fitted tightly on either side 
of her nose, coming together in a triangle between her eyes. Jack pulled 
them tight against her face, stretching a third strap over the top of her 
head and fixing it to the first two. It was a kind of open-aired leather 
hood, gagging her at the same time. 

"Now, we're gonna make sure you open up good back there," Jack said, taking 
another strange device and holding it in front of her terrified eyes. 

Harry still held her tightly, his fingers hurting her chafed wrists. Jack 
slipped the belt around her narrow waist, turning it around until something 
cold and soft brushed against her ass. Oh my God! It was a butt-plug! 

"Noooofffff!" Darlene wailed. 

Jack laughed at her sudden recognition, tightening the belt, then bending 
down and taking the four-inch plug and pressing it up against her asshole. 
Darlene's eyes bulged out, her knees trembling. Harry tightened his grip to 
keep her from fainting to the floor. 

"Yeah, just right . . . there!" 

Jack shoved the awful thing right into her ass, stepping back and making 
last-minute adjustments on the belt. Darlene screamed, bowing her legs out 
as if that would somehow ease the achey, tight feeling in her ass. At least 
this ass-plug was much smaller than Harry's long cock, more of an annoyance 
than a real threat. Darlene let out another cry, swallowing hard. 

"One more thing," Harry said. 

Two large, metal cuffs were fitted around her elbows, a broad leather band 
attaching them. Darlene grunted as Harry pulled her elbows behind her while 
Jack fitted the cold clamps on. Her shoulders ached from the awkward 
position as Jack moved the buckle to the third notch and fixed it. 

"Okay, she ain't goin' anywhere and we got her asshole stretchin'. Now 
what?" 

"Now we have ourselves some fun. Remember the old marlin spike I used to 
break in the bitch over there?" Harry said, nodding toward Wendy. 

"Yeah, so?" Jack said blankly. 

"So this," Harry said, reaching around and pulling out a pocket knife. 

With the press of a small pearl button a four-inch blade swung out with a 
click. in 

Darlene turned her head around at the sound and found herself gazing at the 
bright, sharp shiny thing. Her hair stood on end. 

"Okay! Just like that broad we got in from D.C. last week?" Jack exclaimed. 

"Somethin' like it. Come on, little bitch. Come on," Harry said. "We're 
gonna warm you up." 

They pushed Darlene over to the side of the cellar where her cousin was 
still doubled over the table bound. Wendy turned her head, looking at 
Darlene. 

"Use the chain we had for one of her legs and keep her head down with it," 
Harry said, pointing. 

Jack dragged the girl from Wendy. 

"Just thought you'd like to see what the little slut looks like all dressed 
up. You'll hear enough from her now," he called back, pushing Darlene back 
to the overhead pole. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

They had Darlene on the ground, her knees spread wide apart so that the 
sticky wet crack of her pussy was exposed. Darlene swallowed hard. The 
butt-plug felt almost natural now. 

Jack had her head directly over one of the chains that had formerly kept her 
ankles in check. Slipping off the cuff, he pushed her head down until her 
chin was only six inches from the floor. Harry had brought a black leather 
dog collar out from one of the cabinets, fitting tight around her throat. 

Darlene remained relatively passive, her flesh damp with nervous 
perspiration. A tremor ran down her left cheek, the only indication of her 
true terror. 

"Slip the chain through that ring," Harry suggested from behind. 

Jack pushed her head down a little more. In a moment the girl felt them fix 
the links to her dog collar, thus keeping her in place. The elbow cuffs were 
starting to hurt her shoulders terribly from that bent-back position of her 
arms. But the rubber ball gag prevented Darlene from screaming out her pain. 

"Now, for this." 

Harry handed the blade to Jack, who inspected it for sharpness. Reaching 
down, he pulled out several strands of Darlene's brown hair and split them 
with the knife tip. The girl saw this demonstration and trembled. 

Jack bent down over the girl, tracing the point of the awful blade along her 
spine. She groaned, her head shaking while here eyelids fluttered. She 
closed her eyes, imagining how the knife looked and what path it was taking 
down her body. The blade left a small narrow white line where it touched on 
her lightly tanned flesh. 

"Ohhhhhfhhffff!" 

Darlene bit down into the ball, her jaws aching from the pressure. Fighting 
for control, Darlene still concentrated on that needle-sharp pressure 
inching closer and closer to her cunt. A thought came to the girl that 
perhaps Jack and Harry would cut her asshole open wider and then fuck herein 
a final wild frenzy of lust and death. She shook the disgusting thought from 
her mind. 

The blade went down past the top swell of her tightening ass. She felt her 
sphincter snugging up against the butt-plug, making it feel all that much 
larger. Darlene let out another groan. The blade moved down, back up to her 
waist, then slowly down to juncture of her ass and thighs. The blade then 
paused for a moment, sliding over the belt then inching around until the 
point traced over her wrinkled asshole. 

Darlene rolled her eyes up, her elbows rubbing painfully against the 
restrictive cuffs. Screaming like a mad woman through the gag, Darlene tried 
snapping her head up. But the chain kept her chin down low, her violent 
movements nearly breaking her neck. 

Jack moved the blade around, purposely keeping the point pressed up against 
her ass. Darlene struggled to stop her trembling, knowing the slightest move 
would cause the blade to pierce her skin. 

She could feel her cunt sucking in air, the pussy muscles flinching and 
twitching at the excitement and terror gripping her heart. The soft, moist 
vulnerability of the area terrified and aroused her. Again the girl bit down 
on the ball, her face twisting into a mask of terror. The veins stood out 
from her throat as Darlene became very aware of the leather restraining her 
body and the knife still threatening her life. 

"Yeah, man, look at this!" The little slut's juicin' like a Goddamned whore 
in heat and we ain't even touched her pussy!" Jack said gruffly. 

"Told you this one'd be as hot as the other. She just needed a little time 
to warm up." 

Wendy was now ignored as she remained bound to the table top. Her ravaged 
ass still winked as cum oozed from it. 

"You like it, baby? You like me playin' around with your pussy this way?" 
Jack teased. 

Darlene said nothing. She could feel that knife pulling away from her cunt. 
Sighing, the girl shivered and her muscles relaxed. Darlene could feel her 
pussy trembling in anticipation, but in anticipation of what? 

Her eyes bulged, her body jerking as if touched by a live, hot poker. Jack 
pressed the flat of the blade against the wet slit of her pussy. The muscles 
twitched then clamped down, forcing her cuntlips closed against the knife. 
Darlene let out another grunt. 

Carefully Jack rocked the knife down, pressing the tip against the bottom 
junction of her cuntlips while the black plastic handle rubbed against her 
clit. The pressure sent hot shocks through her. She arched her spine, 
jerking her head up once more. Again the chain pulled the collar tightly 
around her throat, threatening to strangle her. Both men laughed at her 
reaction to the blade. 

"Think she's gonna pop her mind when I finally fuck 'er in the ass?" 

"Man, too bad you can't fuck 'er in both places at the same time. That'd 
knock the wind outta her." 

Jack moved the blade up, now pressing the sharp tip against her clit. 
Darlene found herself jerking her body up and down, trying to keep her head 
level. But every time she moved to one side or the other the collar choked 
her badly. She breathed regularly, trying to keep both mind and body under 
control. 

Jack slipped the knife down a little -more, letting the blade press flatly 
against her pussy. Darlene shivered. She could feel the rising warmth of her 
aroused lust on her cheeks, her tits, her belly. She pulled back on the 
chain once more, swallowing more of the saliva that had gathered 
threateningly behind the gagging rubber ball. The fiery sting in her clit 
and the fear of that awful blade wound her up higher with sexual excitement. 

"Man, she's somethin' else! Ruttin' like a pig right here in front of us." 

"Man, she digs this blade! You're better 'n your cousin over there." 

Darlene sobbed, knowing it was true. Why was her body doing this to her? Her 
hips were moving. Her fingers worked against one another. Even if they 
hadn't held her captive in those hateful elbow cuffs Darlene doubted she 
would have tried to escape now. Something dreadful had happened to her, the 
same thing that had happened to Wendy. 

Jack dragged the edge of the blade back. Darlene followed the path in her 
mind's eye, every square inch of her white flesh tensing. Then he moved the 
knife back to her cuntal mouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes of delight 
that had plagued her clit now seemed to diminish. But there was still the 
pounding of her heart, that tingling itch around her nipples that drove the 
teen mad with lust. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped. 

"Man, she's shovin', that ass back at me," Jack said, moving the knife away 
from her cunt. 

"Yeah, come on! Why don't you get 'er even higher? You know, use your 
fuckin' mouth!" 

Jack spread her asscheeks apart, diving down while holding the knife lightly 
in one hand. For a moment Darlene had no idea what was about to happen. Then 
she felt his tongue flicking up and down over her cuntslit, wetting down the 
already juiced curls. 

"Man, I can taste her juice! She's hot and wet, ready for a good fuckin'. " 

"Work your tongue in there and I'll bet you'll have her goin' nuts in a 
sec." 

"Uhhhhh . . . ahhhhfhhfhfhh!" 

Darlene chewed on the ball once again. That tongue! That wonderful, awful 
tongue had tipped the scales. If she had a moral thought left in her brain 
the touch of Jack's mouth against her pussy erased it. Now all she cared 
about was that knife, that cock, fucking! She remembered how thrilled Wendy 
had sounded while Harry fucked her again and again and Darlene wanted to 
feel the same way. She wanted to fill the cellar with her muffled cries of 
pleasure while Jack fucked her into oblivion. The straps around her elbows, 
the chain holding her head prisoner, the gagging ball, the 
butt-plug-everything added to her gradually heightening arousal. 
"Uhhghghhhh!" 

Jack pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. Several brown 
cunt-hairs stuck out from his front teeth. Pulling them out, he laughed at 
the cringing, moaning girl. 

"Back to this." 

Jack moved the knife back, letting it slide back up to the puckered rim of 
her asshole. Darlene let out another shocked breath, her brain spinning 
around and around. The girl felt another spasm of excitement race through 
her belly and her cunt unclenched. 

"Her goddamned pussy's fartin', " Jack laughed, slapping her several times 
across the ass. 

"Man, that's hot! I'd fuck her in the pussy now, Jack! Somethin' that hot 
down there ain't to be overlooked," Harry advised. 

"Her old lady like this?" Jack asked, rubbing the girl's round, firm ass 
with both hands. 

Darlene moaned at the mention of her mother. 

"Yeah, sort of. She ain't this quick on the uptake, though. This one's hot 
and curious, just like her cousin. Yeah, whole fuckin' family's probably 
nothin' but a pack of nymphos lookin' for cock." 

Darlene knew she was shaming herself but her body was hungry for that long, 
hot cock. She wanted to have that man jam his cock into her dribbling 
cunthole. The tender membranes were still raw from the initial fuck. But 
even that residue of pain aroused her. 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

Jack was poking at the rim of her asshole. Darlene gasped with shock once 
more. Her sphincter clenched around the butt-plug, drawing that latex thing 
in a little more. Her arm muscles ached from that awful cuffing device. Jack 
was panting heavily now, working his fingers around his cock while still 
threatening her with that knife. 

"Too bad we can't drag the other bitch over here. We'd have one hell of a 
two-some-two hot cousins tryin' to out-fuck one another," Harry roared. 

Darlene was undaunted. She rolled her ass around, feeling the oily, slippery 
rubbing of her cuntlips against one another. Perspiration oozed down her 
tits, tickling her hard, itching nipples. She groaned yet again, wondering 
when Jack was going to fuck her. 

"Bitch pig! You enjoyed watching your cousin getting fucked, and now you 
want to feel the same thing? Then take my cock, you stupid little bitch!" 

Darlene felt the blind stabs of his cock against the sides of her pussy. The 
head of his prick slipped under the wet crack between her outer cuntlabes. 
Jack dropped the knife with a clatter, his fingers gripping her by the hips. 

"You're right!" he gasped, sliding forward a little more. "Ain't gonna waste 
my time on assmeat when I got myself a steamy little cunt right here." 

Darlene rolled her hips forward, twisting her body up as much as she could. 
The leather dog collar bruised her neck while she jerked and twisted against 
her bonds. How her clit burned now, burned as if someone had touched it with 
acid. Jack lodged his cockhead in her cunt-hole, grunting, then shoving down 
all the way. 

It felt as if his shoving would tear the knife-pricked flesh of her pussy 
away and jam it all into her. The girl gasped, her belly tightening. 

Her cries were muffled by the gag. Jack leaned forward, putting his hands on 
the teen's hips. That long, thick cock slipped into her cunthole like a 
greased fingers and Darlene thought she could hear Wendy shouting some 
encouragement from the other end of the room. But she didn't care. All that 
mattered now was that cock finally stretching her pussy. 

How it rummaged around in her cunt and rubbed up against her clit. 

The big stud let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her tits. Darlene 
shook her head, wanting him to touch her all over. She liked being pawed, 
being touched, being really fucked! The girl liked feeling his fingers 
tugging and pulling at her tits until she thought she would go mindless with 
sensation. 

"Fuckin' slut . . . goddamned little bitch! Harry, man, she's gobblin' up my 
cock like some kind of fuckin' Hollywood bitch!" 

"Takin' it easy will make you last a lot longer, buddy. Don't let the cunt 
get to you," Harry advised, raising one foot and placing the sole over the 
back of Darlene's neck. 

Darlene felt the smooth, dirty boot rubbing against her flesh just behind 
her dog collar. She grunted, lowering her face to the floor. Part of the 
chain rubbed up against her nose. Harry increased his pressure and Darlene 
grunted, twisting her head until her right cheek lay flat against the 
concrete. Harry still pressed on, making her neck ache. For a moment the 
girl thought he would break her bones with his boot. Then he began rubbing 
the filthy leather back and forth over her neck, at times brushing it over 
her face. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

Jack kept fucking her, on top of her like a dog in the streets. All this 
excited the girl terribly. She found herself hunching back against him as 
much as she could. The full length of his thick cock was in her cuntchannel 
now, stretching up to her belly. She felt his cockhead banging against her. 

"Nooooooo!" 

Darlene whimpered, a wild chain of thoughts and feelings taking over. Jack 
laughed at her distress, twisting her nipples violently while driving his 
cock forward with hard, wet, slapping fuck-thrusts. 

Her body was racked by violent spasms that starting deep in her cunt. Bound 
this horrible way, the straps pressing against her cheeks and forehead, 
Darlene felt her pussy about to explode in climactic fury. She pulled her 
head up off the floor the moment Harry had removed his boot. Rutting and 
gasping around the gagging ball, Darlene tried to prepare herself for her 
climax. How her sphincter gripped that butt-plug, milking at it as if it 
were a prick shoved up her asshole! 

"That's it! Man! Now's the time!" Harry said, fingering himself through his 
Levi's. "Fill up the little slut!" 

"Fuckin' Jesus, yeah! Gonna . . . gonna cum. Cummin', bitch! Gonna do it, 
slut!" 

She felt Jack leaning forward, completely covering her body with his. He 
clamped his teeth on the back of her neck like the animal he was, making the 
girl squirm violently. The chain still kept her in one position. Jack 
reached down with his left hand, gripping the butt-ring and making fucking 
movements with it. Fucked in the ass and cunt at the same time, Darlene felt 
the drilling movements driving her mad. 

"Nooooooffff!" 

Jack's belly slapped loudly against her ass. Darlene felt the wiry hairs of 
his cockbush against her ass. The itching, burning sensation in and around 
her pussy drove her crazy. Darlene shoved back again, wanting to feel Jack 
cumming inside her. His threat had become a promise to be fulfilled! 

He took the plug and shoved it deeper in her ass once more. The girl 
grunted, her head rolling. The only thing Darlene wanted was release from 
the hot itchy ache throbbing through her cunt and ass. He clutched wildly at 
her big-nippled tits, the twisting, scratching agony in her nipples adding 
to the fire burning through her pussy. 

"Uhhhhhhhh!" 

It was a battle, an awful struggle on the floor while Jack struggled on top 
of her. The thrusts of his cock and the bucking, arching agony of Darlene's 
body grew more and more intense as each reached a private world of hellish 
climax. 

The tremendous heat in her cunt grew and grew. She could hear his cock 
slopping through her cunt, could hear the heavy slaps of his belly against 
her ass. Just then Jack cried out and she knew he was going to cum. Her cunt 
clamped tight while his cock thickened. The pounding beat of his 
cock-thrusts stopped for a second and then resumed more rapidly. With a 
savage jab his cockhead slammed all the way in and stayed there. 

Blast after white-hot blast of cum gushed against her cuntal walls. That was 
all the girl needed. With a gag-muffled wail Darlene came, her muscles going 
into spasms, wringing tighter at the cock than before. Her hips jerked while 
the spurting, jabbing, cum-spraying cockshaft made her cunt milk more and 
more cum from the big head. Then, with a groan, Darlene collapsed in defeat. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Wendy had heard it all. She had waited there, draped over the block, her 
tits cushioned against the hard, smooth wood. And through the entire scene 
she heard Darlene's frantic cries, the blows, the laughter, the terrible 
comments Jack and Harry had made about her cousin. And then there had been 
the soft, muffled sound of fucking and through those long seconds Wendy had 
felt something between compassion for Darlene and envy for her position. 

How Wendy's cunt burned when she heard the other girl rutting like that, her 
moans and cries matching those of the man fucking her. Secretly Wendy had 
rubbed her cunt up against the table, loving the slick friction of her 
cuntlips slipping over one another and at times brushing up against her 
clit. 

And then it was over. Darlene had been unchained from her position and 
dragged away. The men were talking softly and Wendy braced herself, 
wondering what the men were going to do next. 

"What now, buddy? Let 'em go?" Jack said, zipping his fly while glancing 
down at his watch. "Can't keep 'em down here much longer. The old lady's 
gonna get suspicious and start callin' around." 

"Gonna get 'em goin' in a while. But first we gotta make sure they ain't 
gonna squeal. You gonna talk, bitch?" 

Harry grabbed Wendy's hair and jerked her head up from the block. Wendy 
tried to speak, but the ball prevented it. He laughed, knocking her head 
back against the wood. 

"She ain't gonna say nothin', " Harry snickered. "The other one's pretty 
much gone too. But we still got some time. Come on." 

They untied Wendy, Harry unfastening the ball from her mouth and lifting her 
from the table. Wendy stood up shakily, now seeing her cousin crumpled on 
the floor, the straps and gag still fastened tightly around Darlene's head. 
Darlene's arms were still tugged behind her, her elbows nearly touching one 
another atop her spine. Darlene blinked away more tears, looking up at her 
cousin pathetically from the floor. 

Wendy shuddered, feeling a sensation of compassion mixed with scorn. She 
noticed a stream of cum dribbling from the girj's slackening cunthole and 
she knew it was Jack's cum. 

"Over there," Harry said, giving her a shove. 

She stumbled, retrieved her balance, then stumbled again, pushing her long 
blonde hair from her eyes. It was a bathtub-one of those old ones with legs 
keeping the body several inches from the floor. She turned and looked up at 
Harry's handsome but stony face. 

"Get in," Harry barked. 

"What?" she said softly. 

Harry scooped her up from the floor, lifting her above the lips of the tub, 
then depositing her roughly on the cold porcelain. Immediately Wendy 
shivered, throwing her arms around her narrow shoulders and rubbing her 
flesh briskly. The cold, smooth surface made her flesh pucker into 
goose-bumps. The membranes of her cunt snugged up against one another. 
Swallowing down a lump of fear the young teen looked up questioningly, 
wondering what new horror they were going to commit. 

"Stay there!" Harry said, pointing a threatening finger at her. 

Wendy cringed, lowering her head below that curled lip of the tub. She sat 
there quietly, waiting for them. There was the sound of running water, then 
laughter. Both men strode back to the tub, their zippers pulled down once 
again. Wendy sighed. There would be more fucking, more beating. She wondered 
how much longer she could survive. 

"On your knees, baby." 

Wendy sat up, tucking her ass backward until the firm round buns rested 
against her soles. Harry was first, reaching in and pulling out his cock. It 
was soft and at first she thought he was going to tell her to suck him off. 
Then he fingered his prick lovingly, rolling it around between his fingers. 
A terrible thought came to her as he neared the lip of the tub. 

"Don't move, bitch, or we're gonna pound your fuckin' teeth out! 
Understand?" lit 

Wendy swallowed hard, nodding her head. 

"Good. Now be a good little slut and take it." 

Wendy closed her eyes, waiting for this new humiliation to start. Harry 
climbed into the tub, steadying himself, then finally straddling her. His 
eyes were fixed on her face. 

"I don't want you movin' around here, understand? Don't even move a fuckin' 
muscle." 

"Yes," she said, her voice flat, lifeless. 

There were a few moments of waiting, then Wendy felt it. The first few drops 
of his piss dropped on her thighs. She wanted to scream, to ball her fists 
and pound them hard against this horrible man. But, somehow the girl managed 
to find strength to keep her cool. She knelt there, her head barely shaking 
with fear and revulsion. 

"Oh yeahhh, that's real good." 

The stream thickened and grew in strength. She felt the hot, yellowish 
stream cascading over her belly and she sucked in a deep breath, tasting the 
sour bile rising in her throat. Harry laughed at her, holding his cock in 
one hand now and moving the hot stream around up to her tits. She felt his 
piss stinging her nipples, moving from one tit to the other. She shifted her 
position a little, hearing the gurgling sound in of the urine swirling down 
the drain in front of her. 

"That's real good. Man, she's takin' it all!" Harry cried. 

"Yeah, it'll be my turn in a while," Jack said, his eyes riveted on the 
girl. 

"After I dump my load." 

Wendy shivered again, feeling the piss slicking over her hips and dribbling 
down into her crotch. Wendy felt the warm, oily liquid gathering around her 
as in a warm pool before oozing down to the drain. She shivered, her eyelids 
blinking back her rising tears. Her hips wiggled, instinctively trying to 
shake free of those awful hot drops of piss. 

"Don't move," Harry warned, directing the stream up her belly. 

Wendy shut her eyes, biting her lip to keep from crying out with frustration 
and rage. The thin, hot spray stung her nipples again and again, slicking 
down the valley between her soiled tits. Then the girl felt more and more 
piss spraying onto her chin. Gagging, the horrified blonde teen clasped one 
palm over her lips. The thought that he was going to piss in her mouth 
terrified and repulsed her. Wendy didn't care any more what they might do to 
her if she moved. She had to get away from that piss or she would surely 
vomit! 

"No, baby, that's not what I want. I've got to have you stayin' quiet . . . 
just like before, understand?" 

To emphasize his point, Harry once again grabbed her hair and jerked her 
head up. Wendy dropped the hand from her mouth, screaming. Her legs moved 
against the piss-slicked porcelain. Waves of nausea created from the pain in 
her scalp and the stench of the piss around her swept through her. 

"Better," Harry said to her. 

"Oh please, don't! I'll do anything else, fucking, anything but not this 
again!" Wendy pleaded now that the pissing stream had stopped. 

She looked up, watching hopelessly as Harry took a long drink of water from 
the near-by plastic glass. He said nothing and she knew what that meant. Her 
pleas were nothing to him. 

"You don't wanna lose your teeth, do you?" 

"No! No!" 

Her cries bounced against the porcelain. But she looked at his face and knew 
that to save herself she had to submit. Her hands came down and her face was 
calm, almost stoic. Harry grunted in approval, flicking off droplets from 
the end of his prick then bending his knees for yet another stream. 
Frowning, he let out a watery belch, then farted. Wendy made a face but 
still did nothing to show she was about to disobey him. The big man moved 
his legs farther apart. 

"Open your mouth, baby. That's it, tilt your head back all the way and open 
your mouth. You can go around the back, Jack. I think this number likes 
gettin' fucked and pissed on at the same time." 

"I ain't gonna fuck 'er while you piss all over the place," Jack complained. 

"Okay, man. Then just piss on the little slut. She'll dig that." 

Upstairs the phone rang and Wendy wondered if it was her aunt calling. Oh, 
if only the woman knew what was happening here! Surely she would call the 
police and put a stop this insane madness! 

Again Wendy closed her eyes, taking deep, tit-raising breaths. With each 
breath the girl felt herself growing dizzy, unsteady. Her clit was 
twitching, actually growing long and hard. Could she be losing her mind? Was 
she actually turning on to this obscene, vile horror?" 

"Really, baby?" 

Wendy flinched just a little. Jack was pissing down her back, his urine 
striking just below her neck, then splattering against her spread asscheeks. 
Up front Harry directed the intensity of his piss stream around her tits 
once more, dropping it down to her cunt, then moving it up until it was 
against her chin. 

Wendy thought she would die of shame and disgust. The stream moved along her 
lips, then shot into her mouth. The blonde teen shuddered, closing her 
throat, refusing to let in any of the filth. 

The stink was spreading. The terrible heat splattered all over her back and 
front. Jack pissed up to her hair, then back down to the split between her 
asscheeks. 

Harry directed his yellow piss right into her mouth now, scouring out the 
hollows just behind her tonsils, then washing the piss across her front 
teeth. More warm sensations flushed up and down her belly while her clit 
curled from the heat of sick arousal. Just as the two men went dry Wendy 
felt her clit twitching, her body shaking with orgasm. 

"How's the bitch doin'? " Jack asked, shaking the piss from his cockhead. 

"Not bad. Gotta wash this little pig off then get 'em ready for the next 
bit. Come on, baby, gotta hose you down. Then you'll be ready." 

For what? Wendy shivered at the thought. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

They had pushed her into a small metal shower and turned on the icy water. 
Harry kept the howling, screaming teen inside, turning her around and 
around, making sure the cold liquid washed away every trace of his and 
Jack's piss. 

Once cleaned, Wendy was dragged from the stall, nearly collapsing from the 
shock of the icy cold. Toweled dry, she was dragged over to the generator. 
Wendy drew back. 

"Easy, baby, easy. We're not even gonna touch you with that thing." 

"You lie," she whispered, staring wildly into that man's eyes. 

There was almost something like hope for more pain in her face as she stood 
naked before him. Harry recognized the look and grinned. He had won. 

"Get up there," he said with a grin. 

Wendy shook the hair from her eyes. It was a bicycle-more more accurately, 
two bicycles that looked like exercycles facing one another. There were 
wires dangling everywhere from the device, with two small black boxes to 
either side of the machine. 

Darlene was now being readied for this thing too, the cuffs being slipped 
from her elbows. When Jack finally took the gag off, the frantic brunette 
looked around, seeing Wendy standing by the odd bicycle-like device. Harry 
was unstrapping her butt-plug, screwing the long, skinny latex prick from 
her shitter. The girl winced at the withdrawal. Next came the dog collar. 

"Oh, Wendy, I'm so sorry for all this. I didn't think we'd get into this 
kind of trouble," Darlene whimpered. 

"You probably knew it," Harry said. "Like mother, like daughter. Your old 
lady kept screamin' the first time she came down here too. But man, she 
wanted it bad. You don't answer shit like I advertise in those sex papers 
unless you really want it bad. And your whole fuckin' family needs it-good, 
hot, hard fuckin' and beatin'! " 

Darlene was stopped cold by this awful pronouncement. Wendy simply hung her 
head down, wondering what new pain this would bring. 

"Climb on these. You first, bitch." 

Harry took Wendy by the arm, leading her to one cycle. Upon reaching it the 
girl saw a long wire leading from the seat, small metal clamps attached to 
it. Nervously she raised one leg, hauling herself onto the seat, then 
settling her firm ass onto the black plastic. It was cold and she shuddered 
as Jack led Darlene to the other cycle. In a moment both girls were sitting 
face to face, their bodies trembling with arousal and fear. 

"Now, I told you I wasn't gonna let this generator touch you," Harry said, 
nodding in the direction of the large dark gray box. "But this little fucker 
generates its own juice. You move that pedal and sparks go flyin' in the 
other wire. 

He nodded at her cousin's bicycle seat. "And vice versa," he added with a 
grin. 

Wendy saw the wickedness of the device immediately. The men were going to 
hook both girls up to this awful machine. When she pedaled, current would be 
generated and would flow into her cousin's pussy. The same would happen to 
her when Darlene pedaled. They would electrocute one another! 

"Oh please, please! Not the voltage again," Darlene whimpered. 

"You like it, though, don't you, baby? When that dildo fucked you raw you 
couldn't get enough of that current goin' through your pussy. Man, you ate 
it up!" 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

Wendy felt the cold clamps biting into her nipples once more. When she tried 
to slap his hand away, Harry knocked her hard in the chin with his fist, 
nearly stunning her into unconsciousness. 

"You'll wanna get a good grip on this," he said, indicating the handlebars. 
"It'll keep you on the seat." 

Wendy's teeth chattered. Two clamps bit into the soft, rubbery flesh of her 
nipples. The surrounding areolas wrinkled painfully at the cold, agonizing 
touch of those tiny metallic clamping teeth. And then he moved down, 
attaching two similar but somewhat larger clamps to either side of her cunt. 
A long, skinny wire was slipped into her asshole, completing the hooking up. 

Darlene had watched Wendy being mistreated and vowed to herself she would 
remain stoic. She swallowed shriek after scream as the clamps were cinched 
down on her nipples and cunt. She said nothing when she felt that copper 
wire being inserted into her asshole. 

"Okay, girls, now it's simple. You're gonna start peddlin', " Harry said 
with a nod at Wendy. 

The girl shook her head from side to side. 

"And then you're gonna feel the juice streamin' in. That's gonna make you 
start movin' your feet. We're gonna stand back here and watch just how much 
you little bitches can take before you cum." 

"Impossible!" Wendy spat. 

"Uh-uh," Harry said, his grin growing. "That electricity's gonna bring you 
off harder 'n we can." 

Wendy couldn't believe she could climax any more violently she already had 
this afternoon. In any case, she would not start pedaling that awful device. 
They could plug her into a wall socket if they wanted to electrocute her. 
But she wouldn't start pedaling and drag her cousin into that kind of pain. 

"I thought you'd be stubborn. I'll have to get you started then." 

Harry moved around to the blonde teen, stretching down both hands and 
gripping one of the pedals. Wendy fought him, stiffening her legs, trying to 
keep the pedals from moving. But she was too weak for him. 

Harry dislodged the pedals, working them slowly around and around. Wendy 
looked up and saw Darlene stiffen, her body twitching as a low current began 
seeping into her cunt. The girl's eyes rounded with pleasant surprise and a 
twisted smile crossed her lips. She looked as if about to say something but 
her words were cut short, as the pedals began moving a little faster. The 
young teen groaned, her eyes closing slowly while beads of perspiration 
dotted her forehead. Her fingers tightened around the chrome handlebars. 

"Uhhhhh . . . oh yes, yes." 

Darlene tossed the hair from her eyes, gripping the handlebars more firmly 
as Harry forced her to begin pedaling. Wendy jumped from her seat, feeling 
the tingly sensation of the current sparking into her clit. Her cuntal walls 
buckled at the teasing prickish sensation. Her knees jerking inward, Wendy 
straightened them and increased the speed and purpose of her pedaling. Her 
nipples were starting to lengthen and thicken as excitement roused her. 

"Man, they're gonna go at it-just like those two we had from Seattle fast 
month," Jack said, folding his arms and watching. 

"Fuck! We had to pry those suckers off the damned thing. And then they kept 
cummin' for how long, about an hour or so." 

Wendy heard the terrible words. An hour of climax! How happy those girls 
must have been, cumming and cumming while thinking of that lovely 
electricity burning their cunts into oblivion. 

Darlene was speeding up. The room began to echo with their panting grunts 
and the humming sound of the bicycle's generators. The faster Darlene 
pedaled, the stronger and more biting the current sputtered around Wendy's 
clit. The blonde teen felt her fingers trembling, the sweat rolling down her 
tits and filling her sunken navel while her knees began to whip around in 
tight circles faster and faster. She leaned forward a little, the black 
wires wagging and waving as her body swayed against the hideous machine. The 
soft, moist flesh around her clit grew slick with juice. 

"Uhhhh . . . oh God, Darlene! Faster! Faster!" Wendy begged shamelessly. 

She wanted more-more of the current flashing through her pussy, stinging her 
clit, making her asshole clench again and again against the wire intruder. 
Her muscles were m starting to spasm uncontrollably. This was better than 
the electrified dildo-much better. The current was stronger, tweaking her 
clit, nibbling at her nipples, sucking at her asshole until she thought she 
was going to go mad. The girl rutted without shame, bouncing up and down on 
the black plastic seat. At times Wendy's feet slipped off the pedals, 
banging painfully against the sides. But she quickly slid them back on, not 
wishing to miss a beat. 

"Faster . . . faster, ohhhhhh." 

Darlene was echoing her cousin's desire, her head tilting back while the 
muscles in her arms and legs bulged against her glistening flesh. Her lips 
whipped around until they were a blur. 

"Ohhhh God, Darlene! You're burning my cunt!" 

Wendy was bouncing like a puppet against the seat, her body dangerously 
tilting to one side. Jack laughed loudly when she cried out about the pain 
in her cunt, only to work her legs more frenziedly around in circles to give 
her cousin a taste of her own medicine. It was a battle, each woman pitted 
mercilessly against the other. Their cries and screams mixed oddly with the 
humming sound of the generators and over it all was Harry's hellish 
laughter. 

Wendy felt her cunt snap shut on thin air once again, the current having 
triggered her into climax. Her feet banged against the pedal assembly, 
slipping off, then crawling back on. She pitched forward, her bones seeming 
to crush against the tremendous current surging through her body. Her climax 
was like a waterfall smashing through her mind and body, destroying every 
thought except that of pleasure. She bounced and jerked, her tits slapping 
wetly together. Through lust-glazed eyes Wendy could see Darlene was doing 
the same thing. They were both cumming and still their legs whipped around, 
the generators sending more juice into each convulsing pussy. 

"Ohhhhh, can't take this . . . just can't," Wendy cried. 

The blonde teen felt the room fading away from her. Things were growing 
black. She gave the pedals her last ounce of strength, feeling her feet 
slipping off them once more. This time Wendy couldn't slide them back on. 
She felt herself leaning to the right. Then in another moment the girl 
pitched downward, her body falling to the floor. 

In a heap at the side of that device she felt herself cumming and cumming. 
She was climaxing again and again, Darlene still pedaling. Finally the 
brunette gave up too, also falling off the device in a mindless fit of 
rutting 

ISO and climaxing. 

"Let's plug 'em one more time for old time's sake," Harry said. 

Darlene screamed as Jack tore the wires from her body. He slammed her down 
on the floor against her back and mounted her like a dog. Harry did the same 
thing to Wendy, pulling the clamps off her roughly. Wendy felt the tiny 
teeth tearing at her nipples and cuntlips but she didn't care. The pain only 
added to the delight still convulsing through her pussy. The next thing she 
knew Harry was digging his fingernails into her ass, fucking her cunt long 
and deep. Her thighs burned and chilled while that fat prick burrowed into 
her pussy. 

Wendy tossed her hips with wild abandon, loving the feel of this wild rape. 
Harry slapped her, then ripped out her hair as waves of orgasm tore through 
each of them. Wendy screamed as she had never screamed before, feeling 
herself become all cunt. When it was over both she and her cousin were 
prostrate on the floor, cum oozing from their cunts, each one defeated and 
yet oddly triumphant. 

"Okay, bitches! On your feet and outta here. You got a taste of what you can 
expect if you come back." 

The men threw their clothes in their faces, kicking the girls once more 
before retiring to one corner of the cellar to watch them dress. 

"What'll we say to your mom?" Wendy asked nervously, feeling suddenly 
fatigued. 

"Nothing," Darlene answered, a curious smile on her face. "You don't want to 
spoil this good thing, do you?" 

Wendy thought about it. Darlene was right. Her aunt had discovered these 
men, and accidentally led the girls to them. 

"You get goin'. And if you come back, expect the same treatment," Harry 
said. 

The girls finished dressing and Wendy walked ahead of Darlene, ascending the 
stairs. As Wendy and Darlene left the house and walked shakily back to their 
car, each girl knew she would return here. Fucking like this had been a new 
and pleasant discovery. Aunt Betty had opened a new world to them without 
even knowing it. 

"I've got to come to L.A. more often," Wendy said enthusiastically to her 
cousin. "San Francisco is fun, but this is even better." 

"Yes. It's so nice to come down here to the beach and . . . play." 

Both girls smiled at the thought of playing again with the handsome men at 
Venice Beach. 


THE END
