Raped Mother On The Rack
by Paul Gable 


FOREWORD 

It is hard to conceive in this day and age, and especially in our Western 
society, that individual human beings could be and are now being treated 
like mere chattels and worse. 

Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers labor for 
a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest 
against their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as 
fifty percent of their produce to large landowners to pay off an 
ever-increasing debt whose termination they will never see. Illegal aliens 
work for cruelly low wages or face exposure and deportation. 

And then there is Christine Lewis and her mother, Elena, two innocent women 
who are captured and led into a nightmare world of rape and violence. 

RAPED MOTHER ON THE RACK is the story of women who find out what it is like 
to be treated like objects rather than people. It is a reminder that our 
society is still a long way from Utopia. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Christine Lewis stumbled back, one hand to her reddened cheek while tears 
rolled down her face. Shaking the long blonde hair from her face, she stared 
with disbelief at her towering uncle. He had never, never so much as touched 
her, and yet he had just now brought one hand down across her face, nearly 
shattering her jaw from the open-handed blow. What had she done? What could 
have motivated him to strike her with such force? He took a step toward her. 

Shivering with terror the girl moved back behind the sofa, her long slender 
fingers digging into the soft material. 

"Wh-wh-why did you hit me?" she finally sobbed out, wrinkling her forehead 
while wiping the tears from her cheeks. 

"I told you never, never to go down into that room," Uncle Dave said, 
pointing with one finger at the half-opened door to one side of the stove. 

Christine drew one hand over her face again, giving her uncle a look of 
bewilderment. She had only opened the door. It was true that curiosity had 
made her want to go downstairs, even when her uncle had told her never to. 
But hitting her? What was down there? Gold? 

"You disobeyed me," he said, his face darkening while his bushy black 
eyebrows drew together. "I don't like that, Christine. You'll have to pay 
for that." 

Christine didn't like the tone of his voice or the meaning of his words. 
Things were going crazy. Her mother had made such a mistake, such a terrible 
mistake in handing her over to Uncle Dave for care while she was in the 
hospital. 

"No, please! Oh, don't hurt me anymore!" she begged, her scalp crinkling 
with terror. "I promise I won't disobey you anymore." 

"You've got to be taught a lesson," he said, seeming to relish the idea. 

Christine instinctively shuddered at the thought of Dave "teaching" her 
anything. Something told the teenaged blonde to run, to rush from the room 
and look for help in the streets. Looking around her, Christine saw a small 
statue balanced on the edge of the fireplace behind her. Perhaps she could 
grab it, defend herself with it, and.... 

"And you're going to have some fun with my lessons. Little slut, you've 
wanted to get fucked for a long time, haven't you?" 

"Wh-wh-what?" 

Christine blinked, looking at him. It was as if the kindly man she knew 
formerly had turned into some kind of monster. His smile was a sneer now, 
dots of perspiration appearing on his forehead. He was such a handsome 
man-tall, bearded, muscular, with eyes that seemed to continually laugh when 
she walked into the room. But now those eyes only had a menacing look, a 
look that made the girl shiver again. 

"Fucking, Christine. You know what that is. I've seen you looking at my 
crotch ever since you've come here. Your mother was crazy to let me take 
care of you. She should've guessed I'd want to be fucking my dead brother's 
daughter when I could." 

"No, no. that's not right! You can't be serious!" the teenager wailed, 
covering her eyes in horror. 

It was as if everything she had known to this point was a dreadful lie. 
Christine stepped back until she felt her ass touching the fireplace. Uncle 
Dave was moving forward quickly, one hand shooting out and grabbing her by 
the wrist. He twisted her arm around and down, causing a shooting pain. 

"Ahhhh! Stop! Oh God, someone, anyone, help me, help me!" 

Dave was pressing the back of her wrist against her spine. He kept holding 
the arm against her body, rotating the wrist around until Christine thought 
he would break her arm. She felt her knees buckling, her body sliding down 
against the sofa to the floor. At this point Christine was very aware of 
Dave's thick-muscled body, of his cock-bulge very close to her face. When 
her knees touched the floor, Dave stepped forward a little more, pressing 
his crotch up against her right cheek. Christine felt something very hot, 
very hard rubbing up against her face. His prick! Yes, his cock, that long 
thick thing men had to stick into women after they were married. Only this 
time Christine had a feeling her uncle was going to stick it in her. She 
moaned a little, pulling her face from his crotch. 

"Yeah, a girl like you, you've probably been spreading your legs for the 
jocks in school since you've been in junior high," Uncle Dave sneered. 

"No ... uhhh ... no, that's not true! I've never done anything like that!" 
Christine wailed, her face a mask of pain. "Mama was too strict with me." 

Dave paused, cocking his head to one side and shrugging. 

"Maybe you're tellin' the truth. I'll find that out later. Doesn't matter 
anyway. I'm gonna fuck you, one way or the other." 

"No, no, don't!" 

Raped by her own uncle! The thought made her head spin. Christine had heard 
of cases of incest, of child abuse, of relatives fucking one another. But 
never, never in her wildest dreams had she thought she would be a victim of 
it. 

Dave yanked her up from the floor, shoving her roughly against the back of 
the couch, then slapping her hard against the back of her head. Christine 
wailed, her hands flying out in front of her as the blow rattled her brains. 

"Fuck-pig! You're in heat, and you want to get fucked by any man, even your 
uncle!" 

"No, no, no!" 

The words were terrible, making her blush furiously. He was up behind her 
now, his hands encircling her tiny waist while his crotch humped against her 
ass. She could feel his cock-bulge through her dress, through her panties. 
His hands were crawling up from her belly, gathering the blue cotton 
material of her dress, tearing at it, then finally sliding up until his 
fingers were kneading her tits. Christine felt dirty, shamed beyond belief. 
When she felt his lips against the back of her neck, rubbing up over her 
flesh, Christine shuddered again. 

"You wanted to know so much about what I do down there? Been here two days 
and already nosing around. Okay, you'll find out." 

Savagely he twisted her around, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and 
yanking back. He planted his lips hard against her mouth, sticking his 
tongue down her throat until the girl thought it would surely reach her 
belly. He was French kissing her, grabbing hold of her asscheeks at the same 
time and squeezing them together hard through her dress. Christine moaned 
into the hot spitty kiss, feeling her blood start to race around wildly. 
Everything was so confused in her mind now as her uncle started tearing her 
clothing from her body while still tonguing her. "No! Nooofffffff!" 

Christine felt her dress tear from her shoulders, the material loosening 
around her hips. She struggled, twisting helplessly in her uncle's hard 
grip. But his fingers were too strong, too demanding. He held her upper arms 
so hard bruises appeared on her creamy flesh. Her feet slipped from her 
shoes, kicking wildly at the big man. Dave laughed, lifting her from the 
floor, then pitching her back over the sofa. Christine screamed, her legs 
rolling over her head as she slid over the cushions and crumped to a heap on 
the floor, nearly hitting the glass-covered coffee table. In the fall, the 
girl had ripped open her bra. Now her tits were naked, the pink buds growing 
hard with excitement. Dave leaned against the back of the sofa, licking his 
lips like a wolf about to pounce on his prey. Christine scooted back on her 
ass. 

This couldn't be happening. Even as her silken panties were coming down over 
her narrow hips as she dragged her body back over the carpeting, the girl 
couldn't really believe this was happening to her. 

"Uncle Dave, please ... please lemme go home again," she begged. 

Dave laughed, springing over the back of the couch like an athlete. 

Lifting her easily from the floor like a feather he stood her up, shoving 
her against the wall, then slipping one hand around her throat. Christine 
felt the fingers squeezing her windpipe. Again she screamed, beating her 
weak fists against her uncle's broad chest while kicking at him with her 
bare toes. 

"Gonna gag you." 

Christine kept on struggling, kicking at her uncle until another open-handed 
slap at her temple stunned her. Christine felt herself slumping. But this 
time Dave grabbed her, sliding her nearly naked body over his right shoulder 
and walking into the kitchen. Christine's head lolled, her eyes rolling as 
he descended the forbidden stairs. She saw the handrail, the dark passage 
down which they descended. There was a growing damp smell that invaded her 
nostrils. 

"For the time being, we'll put you here." 

It was dark, very dark in the corner of the basement Dave had stepped to. 
Only one light illuminated the immediate area around them. He dumped her 
onto what appeared to be a filthy sleeping bag. Christine immediately drew 
her knees up, throwing her arms around her tits to protect them from his 
gaze. Dave sniggered at her modesty, rubbing his crotch, then looking around 
for some rope. Christine thought about kicking him there between the legs, 
then scrambling naked up the stairs for help. 

"Don't think you're gonna try somethin' and get away. Who's going to help 
you when you're runnin' outside like that?" 

Dave jammed a filthy rag in her mouth, slapping her hard once more when she 
tried to scoot away from him. The girl lay there, horrified by what had 
happened. It was when she felt her uncle's eyes nearly penetrating her she 
realized he was ogling her nipples. 

Drawing her knees together, the blonde teenager thought of what her uncle 
had said about fucking-about how he was going to stick his thing into her! 
Lying here on the sleeping bag, all Christine could think of was the weight 
of his body pressing against hers, the sensation of his thing penetrating 
her like a giant spike, and then the inevitable pain her mother had told her 
about hundreds of times. Clenching her asscheeks together, the girl moved 
back, sniffing back the tears, hoping against hope her uncle would relent 
and let her go. 

"You're too much, Christine. You've probably fucked a hundred boys before, 
and now you're pretending like this is your first time!" 

"It is!" she cried, pulling the gag from her mouth and once more trying to 
escape. 

Uncle Dave caught her by the hair, dragging her back to the floor and 
cuffing her hard across the chin. Christine's head snapped back, the force 
of his slap spinning her body around and sending the teenager crashing back 
to the sack. He struck her again, this time across the forehead, then 
backhanded his fist over her cheeks. It was the beating of her life, 
Christine gurgled, trying to fight back. But wherever she turned she found 
herself running into those flying fists. 

Again the girl felt that awful tasting rag being stuffed in her mouth, this 
time forcibly secured with the belt from Uncle Dave's pants. She felt the 
leather cinched around her skull, the buckle biting into the back of her 
head. With a groan, Christine sank back onto the crumpled sleeping bag, 
feeling the life drain from her. 

"Now, gonna see just how much of a bitch you are." 

What was he talking about? She watched as her uncle drew a cigarette from 
his pocket, tapped it against his left wrist, then slipped it between his 
sensuous lips. Never, no never did he take those dark eyes from her, opening 
a pack of matches and striking one. The hissing sound startled Christine 
into consciousness. She watched the yellowish flame dance teasingly, 
illuminating her uncle's face in a hellish, frightening way. The fire 
slipped back, igniting the cigarette, then died quickly from a breath 
snorted by Dave. 

"I never knew too many women who didn't eventually come over to the way I 
like things. Oh, they fight it," he said with a shrug. "But when push comes 
to shove, they all come around to Dave's way." 

Dave's way? She watched with increasing horror as her uncle took several 
puffs of his cigarette, blowing smoke around the girl's face. Christine 
never liked the smell of cigarette smoke and coughed at the acrid aroma. 
Dave took another puff, then dumped the ashes on her left thigh. The girl 
let out a startled cry, jerking her leg back. 

He slapped her across the belly, putting one hand around her throat and 
shoving her to the floor. Christine wanted to get up and run for her life no 
matter what he did to her to get her back. But sheer terror numbed her. 
Paralyzed with fear, the young teenager panted heavily while Dave stared at 
her sweat-sheened body. 

"Uhhhhfffff!" 

Christine cringed away. The heat of the cigarette grew slowly. It was 
reddening the flesh of her right inner thigh when it was still inches away 
from the flesh. Curling her fingers, Christine dug her long nails, into her 
skin. He was going to burn her and there was nothing she could do. 

Raising her head a few inches from the cement floor, Christine saw her uncle 
toying with the cigarette, rolling it between his fingers, drawing it up to 
her knees, then down to her ankles. When she groaned, he let ashes drop from 
the thing onto her flesh. When she tried drawing her knees protectively 
together Dave only slapped them apart, muttering something about her being a 
whore. It was when the line of pain moved toward her cunt that the girl 
became really terrified. He was touching her flesh with the cigarette now, 
watching as the flesh quivered at the hot, burning touch. Christine cinched 
her eyes shut, biting down on the salty rag. 

There it was, that whispering crackle, that sound that let her know he was 
burning her cunt hair. She could hear the hairs protecting her pussy 
starting to singe with the heat. Oh, God, God, how she wanted to die. How 
she wanted to pass out and just let her uncle do with her as he would. But 
something kept her conscious as Dave continued tormenting her. 

The pain was horrible. The heat was like a knife slowly pulling the flesh 
from her body. Again Christine drew her knees together to keep him from 
hurting her. Dave let her have her fantasy of protection, moving his 
cigarette down toward her clit. She nearly fainted, feeling the tears 
flowing from her eyes and streaking her flushed cheeks. Her uncle moved the 
cigarette to her left nipple, pressing it squarely against her tit tip. That 
was too much. Christine shrieked, jerking back and down, striking her 
uncle's offending hand and knocking the cigarette from his fingers. 

"Bad mistake, bitch!" 

He shoved her down hard once again, taking her by the knees and rolling her 
over onto her belly. Christine tried getting up. But Dave was on top of her 
now, his knees pressing hard against the backs of her thighs. She felt his 
hands pawing her, touching her in places he shouldn't. Her uncle, her own 
uncle was kneading her ass through her nylon panties! 

"Uhhhhh!" 

And then he was slapping her ass, beating his fingers across her asscheeks, 
making them jiggle against one another and her briefs. Christine's large, 
high-riding tits pillowed against her chest as she squirmed uncomfortably 
against the sleeping bag. His knees hurt her terribly while his beating 
hands made her ass sting. 

What was that snap? What was that sound? I was a metallic clicking, so very 
close to her right ear. Carefully Christine raised her head, rolling her 
eyes to the right and staring at what appeared to be a knife! It was-a blade 
of at least five inches in length! Dave laughed softly, pressing the blade 
against her cheek and rocking it from side to side. Christine shuddered. 

Dave brought the knife around, making a slicing movement with it between her 
jutting bare shoulder blades. Christine's flesh puckered into goose pimples, 
her toes curling while another muffled groan escaped from the gagging rag. 

"Told you I was going to fuck you-but not before I make you appreciate a 
man's prick-a real man's prick. When I get through with you, Christine, 
you're going to beg for this." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Christine wanted to hurt him-hurt him the way he had been hurting and 
terrifying her. But there was no way she could break free from this awkward 
position and get at her uncle. He was running the tip of his blade along her 
hips now, pricking her asscheeks through the nylon panties, then tearing her 
briefs with the sharpened end. Time and time again, the girl thought he was 
going to cut her flesh. But always Dave only teased her, telling her 
terrible things, then backing away from doing them at the last moment. 

She tried rocking her body in vain attempts to free herself from the painful 
weight and the teasing, sharp cold blade. When he brought the knife up 
against her asscrack, cutting through the blue nylon material of her briefs 
and touching her shit hole with the blade, Christine thought her sphincter 
would fail. She let out a sharp little fart, rewarded for that indiscretion 
by a sharp slap across the ass. 

"If anybody's gonna fart in a face, it's gonna be me-right in your mouth." 

Christine gagged at the thought. More tearing, more cutting. Her briefs were 
being sliced from her body. Soon only shreds hung from the elastic band 
clinging to her waist. 

"Now, you try that again and I'm gonna cut you another asshole, understand?" 

Christine nodded her head briskly up and down. 

"Get that ass up-come on, get up that fuckin' butt-now!" he shouted. 

To emphasize his point, Dave looped one arm around her hips, tugging her up 
until her ass jiggled high in the air while her cheek pressed against the 
soft material of the sleeping bag. The quivering in her sphincter once again 
made the smooth white ass globes move, forcing them to tighten, relax, then 
tighten again. It was a movement that excited Dave more and more. It had 
been a long time since he'd had a girl this young, this tender. And it had 
been a girl he'd wanted for some time now. "Uh!" 

"Yeah, get that ass up a little higher now. Up, up all the way," he said, 
his breathing becoming more and more labored. 

Christine wanted to sink from sight. She was rutting like this, feeling her 
cunt growing warm and tight under her uncle's gaze. She knew he was staring 
at her, growing hot, wanting her. And that knowledge was making her feel 
swarmy down there between her legs. 

Oh, it was wrong, so very wrong. Her mother had told her that many times. 
But kneeling there like this naked, half-stunned from the quick violent turn 
of events in her life, Christine could only let herself become carried away 
by the warmth glowing in her pussy. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

Christine tensed, her body jerking slightly as she felt the tip of the knife 
draw across one asscheek, following the broad outer curve before turning in 
and tracing its way toward her shit-ter. Christine tensed once more, drawing 
her elbows in against her body while clawing her face gently with her 
fingernails. 

Christine was chewing on the rag again. He was touching the wrinkled 
gray-pink flesh of her shitter with the knife, pricking it, threatening to 
cut it with the blade. When the girl tried moving away from the pain, Dave 
caught her by the hair with one hand, pulling her back roughly. She let out 
another cry, raising her ass in the air once more as he had told her to. She 
felt the wet, sticky line of her pussycrack exposed. It was awful! 

"Uhhhhhhhfffffff!" 

Christine could feel her cunt sucking in air, opening and closing in 
flutter-like convulsions. The soft, wet vulnerability of the area made her 
feel the icy fingers of terror closing around her heart. She chewed down on 
the rag even more, closing her eyes, praying again that she would pass out. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

He had moved the blade now to her pussy, laying it flat against her cunt and 
rocking it down so the point touched the bottom junction of her pussylips. 
Christine at first thought she could control her reaction, concentrating 
only on the terror and pain. But something else was happening, something 
that made her pant with an emotion other than terror. Her pulse raced while 
her cunt clamped down on the offending knife. Oh, and how those little cuts 
made her pussy catch on fire! The constant oozing of her cuntal juice across 
and into those tiny cuts was like acid rubbed into wounds. 

Her head still throbbed from all the beating she had had to endure. And now 
she was trying to cope with her uncle's sadistic play. The thought that he 
might hurt her more, might actually cut into her pussy made her cuntal 
fluids ooze that much more. She thought she should be feeling nothing but 
shame and fear. And instead she was moving her hips from side to side 
sexily, feeling the blade rubbing up against her cuntlips and wishing it 
were something else-her uncle's cock, that big thing he kept telling her 
about, that prick that was going to rip out her cherry and fuck all the way 
into her pussy! 

Uncle David dragged the tip of the knife back, stinging a white line down to 
the tip of her cuntal mouth. He was pricking her clit once more, touching 
it, making the girl growl and twist her ass up as if she were begging for 
more of the pain. The buzzing, spinning flashes that were making her dizzy 
increased until Christine thought she would fall over. She found herself 
shoving her ass back at the big man, a spasm in her pussy blowing out a fart 
of overheated air. 

"Christ! You're so damned hot you can't keep nothin' inside you. And you're 
trying to tell me you haven't done this before?" 

He slapped her ass, his fingers leaving long red marks on her white jiggling 
flesh. Christine cried out again, groaning under the spanking, hating the 
knife that was threatening to carve out her cunt. 

"Uhhhhhffffff!" 

Now he was poking the knife at her asshole. Christine gasped with the shock, 
feeling the pricking stabs forcing the rubbery ring of her shitter inward. 
Dave was panting more heavily now, jacking his cock after having unzipped 
his trousers and pulled out his ten incher. He began poking the tip of the 
knife into the puffy outer edges of her cuntlips, then back into her 
asshole. 

He was cutting into her just barely, and how those cuts felt like small 
fires in her flesh. Her cuntal zone blazed with heat and the stinging pain. 

Dave dropped the knife with a clatter, wrapping his fingers around her 
hipbones and jerking himself forward. She could feel the blind stabs of his 
prick against her pussy now. 

"Bitch pig! You can't have enough of this, can you? Now you're gonna have a 
real man, a fuckin' stud roddin' you," Dave panted. 

Christine bit down on the rag gagging her mouth. She couldn't tell him this 
was the first time. She couldn't tell him to go slowly because her cherry 
was still there. He wouldn't believe her anyway until he finally came up to 
the small, rigid membrane. Dave was clawing her hips, leaving long red marks 
on her flesh while jabbing his prickhead against her cunt. Christine grunted 
like a stuck pig, the salty drop of pre-cum on the fat head of his cock 
setting her clit on fire. 

Dave leaned forward and finally fucked his thick cock into her pussy. 
"Mmmmmfffffff!" 

Christine jerked as if someone had struck her across the face. How strange 
it was having something inside her, something stretching her pussy, making 
her feel as if her body were coming apart. She felt the small cuntal muscles 
spasming itchily, clamping down on the invading prick, milking it in while 
more hot juice oozed from her pussy and wet down his cock. Dave stopped, 
shaking the sweat from his face while caressing her ass. 

"Good pussy, good cunt! Man, after all this, sure is good feelin' a hot wet 
pussy up against my prick! Christine, you're gonna walk bow-legged for a 
week after I get through fuckin' you." 

Christine felt him draw back a little then shove forward, burying more of 
his prickmeat into her. Now the young girl felt her uncle touching her 
cherry with his cockhead. She screamed through the gag, clawing at the 
sleeping bag below her. No, no, it couldn't be happening! 

"Man, you were tellin' the truth," Dave panted, his eyebrows arched in 
surprise. "Don't matter, though. Gonna fuck you whether you've got that 
cherry or not. Ain't popped a virgin for a long time anyway." 

Dave drew back until the meaty head of his cock was nearly pulled from her 
pussy. Christine felt the obscene tugging, felt her cuntal muscles cinching 
down itchily, achingly around the withdrawing prick. Then she realized her 
situation-the humiliation, the pain, the outrage he was causing her. The 
girl shook her head like a mare in rut, tucking her ass under, feeling 
nothing but delicious, tantalizing desire raking through her clit like a 
wildfire. 

"Fuck it out, baby, 'cause I'm gonna pop that ol' cherry of yours!" 

Christine felt his fucker sliding through her cunt hole like a runaway 
freight train. The cockhead smashed against her cherry, distending it, 
tearing it from its hold. The young girl felt a raging ache explode in her 
gut, the agony taking her breath away. She let out a muffled howl. Dave held 
onto her tightly, grunting with the effort while driving his stiff cockmeat 
into her fuck-hole. 

Christine screamed and wept, feeling her uncle's cock tunnel through her 
pussy, reaching depths in her cunt she had only dreamed about. Finally he 
had fucked down all the way, rubbing his groin up against her ass. He was in 
her, all ten inches of his prick! The girl spread her knees, letting her ass 
drop a few inches as she tried catching her breath. 

"No sag ass around here, bitch! Get that fuckin' butt up all the way. I'm 
gonna drive my cock in till you choke on it!" 

Christine sobbed bitterly, shaking her head from left to right. She had been 
fucked, been raped so brutally-and by her uncle! And what was so incredibly 
terrible was that she was starting to enjoy it! Kneeling there, her legs 
spread widely apart, Christine was starting to like the sensation of that 
big fat piece of cockmeat spreading her cunt apart, scratching all those 
delicious itchy aches throbbing deep in her pussy! 

"Yeah, good and hot, baby! You were real tight with that fuckin' cherry but 
... uhhhhhh ... think you're startin' to loosen up a bit." 

Christine wanted to drop into a hole and hide from this horrible man. Uncle 
Dave pulled back again, slapping her ass hard, then fucking in until he 
knocked the wind from her once more. Christine" bore down to ease his 
fucking entry. Her cuntal walls hurt even more now than when he had broken 
her cherry. Uncle Dave leaned forward, putting his big hands on her hips. 
The long, thick cock slipped into her fuck-hole like a greased finger now, 
teasing her nerve endings, making her pant for more. The heavy flow of her 
juices made her pussy slippery for the invading cock. Dave liked that 
sensation, rocking his hips from left to right, stirring his prick around in 
her cunt. Christine groaned back, biting down on the rag, grunting while she 
felt his prickhead banging up against her womb. 

Oh, it was so savagely good! She wanted it all, and yet wanted to kill the 
man doing this to her. Two sets of feelings tore at her mind, ripped at her 
conscience as she endured her uncle's savage fucking. 

"Man, oh man! Christ, you're so damned hot you're gonna burn off my prick!" 
Dave laughed, shaking more sweat from his face. 

Letting go of her hips, he shifted his grip to her tits. His fingernails dug 
into her nipples and flailed at them. Christine felt an aching heat bursting 
in her tits, sending signals of more lust into her cunt. 

He had torn away her childhood, had shattered everything she had held sacred 
in a matter of seconds. And he was laughing at her, hitting her, telling her 
she deserved this kind of horrid treatment. 

"Come on, baby, back it up, back it up onto me! Yeahhhh, that's it," Dave 
said, a weak smile crossing his lips as he closed his eyes and sighed. 
"Gimme that good cunt! Yeah, that's the way to fuck a man!" 

Christine felt herself going out of control. How she hated Dave. But how she 
hated herself. 

The dog-like position made her feel degraded beyond words. The worst part 
was the response from her own body. She found she was actually enjoying the 
pain and the insults he was hurling at her. The more he degraded her, the 
more she was loving it! What kind of person had she become? He was on her 
like a dog fucking his bitch in an alley. And she let him do it. Any decent 
girl would have begged him to kill her. Instead she was silently begging her 
uncle for more cock, for more fucking. She hunched back against him harder, 
the full length of his cock fucked up her cunt hole and stretching into her 
belly. 

"Noooooffffff!" 

Christine tried to stop the awful chain of chilling thoughts in her head. 
But nothing could prevent her from relishing the chilly heat singeing her 
clit and making her want more of his cockmeat. Yes, more, fucking, more cock 
in her cunt hole! Dave twisted his fingers around her nipples harder, 
squeezing them until she was crying at the awful throbbing pain. He bit at 
the back of her neck, fucking down and forward so hard he nearly knocked her 
flat on the wrinkled sleeping bag. 

The teeth clamping on her nape made the teenager snap her head back. She 
raised herself up higher with her arm, the constant swiveling of her ass 
continuing. She had to feel that odd, hot hard release now. She knew what it 
was. She knew that having it with her uncle was wrong. But there was no way 
she could escape it. 

"Yeah, that's it, Christine. Come on, baby, come on and go for it! You're 
gonna cum hard, and cum hard with me. And that's just the start!" 

She heard her uncle's belly slapping loudly against her ass. She could feel 
the wiry hairs of his cock bush against her. Every scratchy curl seemed to 
find a corresponding nerve ending to stimulate. Oh, that itching, burning 
sensation in and around her cunt was driving her crazy. She had to have 
release, that climax she had heard about when she was learning about fucking 
in sex education class. 

"Come on, baby, I wanna hear you scream for it." Dave reached down and 
yanked the gag from her mouth, throwing the spit-soaked rag onto the floor. 

Christine obliged him by cursing and slavering, rolling her ass like a whore 
in heat. The throbbing ache in her heavy tits needed more. She forced the 
big-tipped tits against his hands. 

"Unnnnhhhh ... fuck, fuck!" she gasped. 

There! She had said it, had sunk to her uncle's low level. She growled like 
an animal, a low harsh noise that tore at her throat. The whirling knot of 
lust in her pussy was going to explode. Oh yes, yes, yes, and how she hated 
that excitement about to blow her to pieces. She tried holding off, feeling 
that blast furnace of heat in her pussy grow and grow. 

"Ohhhhh, fuck!" she cried. 

Her cunt felt hard, as hard as her uncle's prickshaft. Grinding her teeth, 
Christine felt her cunt about to explode. Then she felt his cock thicken, 
the pounding beat of his fuck-thrusts quickening. She readied herself. Dave 
shouted, then let loose with a lava-like blast of cum, flooding her cunt. It 
was happening! He was shooting his cum-load in her pussy. 

The first jolt of her own climax shattered her. The terrifying impact of her 
cum tore outward from her pussy. Christine felt it in her nipples, her 
fingers, her toes. After each shivering pulse of her cunt walls, the ripples 
left an echo of emptiness that stopped the pain until the next blast. 
Christine sobbed, knowing that the spurting gut-spraying cockshaft was 
attached to her uncle. 

Oh, how her cunt had betrayed her! Her pussy was milking more cum from his 
swinging balls as she came and came and came. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Her uncle had left Christine a panting, rutting animal, tears still running 
doWh her cheeks while her cunt opened and closed, winking shut tightly on 
his cum-shooting prick. Dave kept his prick in the young girl, pinching her 
nipples, biting her neck while she continued to cum. Christine had thrown 
away any semblance of modesty while her ass bobbed and pitched, rubbing up 
against her uncle's firm belly. 

Now Christine lay on the sleeping bag, more ashamed than ever. Dave had 
pulled his cockmeat from her cunt hole, rubbing his prickhead against her 
bare ass before slipping his cock into his trousers and zipping up. 
Gathering the filthy material up against her face, Christine kept hoping 
this would be over. He had had his fun. He had humiliated her. He had fucked 
her, torn away her cherry, beaten her into submission. Now, maybe he would 
let her go back to her room where she could sob out her shame in private. 

"This was only the beginning," Dave growled, shattering her hopes. "Get up." 

Christine struggled to her feet, swaying from side to side. Again she drew 
her elbows into her body, covering her cunt with her fingers while trying to 
hide her nipples from her uncle. Dave laughed at this ridiculous show of 
modesty. Grabbing her by the elbow, he tugged at her, dragging her across 
the room. Although the space wasn't lit, Christine was aware of many devices 
in the shadows, machines, she thought, that would have made her scream if 
she could have seen them better. 

"Here. Stand here." 

Obediently, Christine did as she was told, sneaking a peek at the stairs and 
wishing she could be quick enough to bolt up the steps and away from her 
sadistic uncle. "Oh!" 

A flash of light blinded the young teenager. Jerking one hand up, Christine 
shaded her eyes, squinting in Dave's direction. He had switched on an 
overhead bulb, illuminating the area directly around his niece. 

When her eyes became accustomed to the light, the girl looked around, her 
eyes rounding when she saw a huge wooden wheel approximately six feet in 
diameter in front of her. It was mounted on a triangular wooden platform and 
stood approximately one foot from the floor. Christina guessed it could be 
rotated much like a wheel. What was particularly ominous were four leather 
straps spaced nearly equally along the circumference of the device. This, 
she guessed, would be her next test of endurance. 

"Over here, Christine. Step up to the wheel. It's something I thought of 
some time ago ... just after your father died, as a matter of face. You can 
see here," he continued as she walked toward him as if in a trance, "I've 
had some use for this." 

He was pointing at the straps. Indeed, Christine could see two of them were 
fairly well-worn, indications that others had preceded her. "Turn around." 

Again she did as she was told, flinching as her ass pressed against the cold 
smooth wood. Looking up, she saw where the surface had been rubbed smooth 
along the leather restraints, more signs of the struggles other women had 
been through while obeying her uncle's sick commands. 

"Now spread your arms up ... that's right, just like that," he said. 

Christine raised her arms until her wrists were nearly touching the thongs. 
Dave looped the small bands of black leather around her wrists, cinching 
them so tight the girl winced. 

"Just for your own protection," Dave said, kicking over a crate and hefting 
the girl up until her feet were on the splintery wood. 

He finished tightening the thongs, then took one leg and drew it out from 
her body until it was touching the lower right restraint. Dave bound her 
legs in the same fashion he had bound her arms until Christine was spread 
like a big broad X across the surface of the wooden wheel. 

"Uhhhh! Oh, Uncle Dave, what are you doing? What are you going to do with 
me?" Christine wailed, feeling the weight of her body pulling against her 
wrists. 

"The wheel moves. I guess you've figured that one out already. I've had some 
fun with practice-a kind of target practice, you might say." 

"Target...?" 

That's what this thing had reminded her of! A target, something at which to 
shoot arrows or throw knives. He was going to use her as some kind of human 
target, terrify her, then kill her finally with ... Christine's mind whirled 
as she thought of all the horrid possibilities. What kind of maniac was her 
uncle? He had tortured her and raped her, and now he was going to kill her 
in this horrible fasion! The girl screamed, jerking her head forward, 
pulling at the restraints until the leather chafed her flesh badly. Dave 
watched her, laughing at her shrill cries that bounced off the gray 
cinderblock basement walls. The more hysterical she became, the more aroused 
her uncle grew until his cock was tenting up the front of his Levi's once 
more. 

"This'll calm you down." 

Walking over to the wheel, ignoring his neice's wild cries for mercy, he 
went behind the device and dropped his hand to a small black engine. 
Switching it on, he stepped back and watched as the wheel groaned into 
movement. "No! No! No!" 

Christine could feel the vibrations against her body as the wheel began to 
move in a clockwise fashion. Her balance was off. She felt her head tipping 
down toward the floor while her legs rose toward the ceiling. Her hair fell 
across her face while her body sagged downward, tugging at the thongs. In a 
moment she was upside down, her tits slapping her gently against her chin. 
Then in another second she was back on her feet, her hair fanning around her 
slender shoulders. Christine shook her head, feeling a little dizzy as she 
began her trip once more. Her tits swung out heavily, rubbing against her 
chest while her ass beat softly against the wheel's surface. 

She had made several revolutions when she blinked hard at what she saw in 
front of her. Uncle Dave had produced several knives like the one he had 
used against her pussy. He was sharpening them against one another while 
watching her turn around and around on that huge wheel. Suddenly the girl 
remembered acts she had seen at the circus-a young woman voluntarily riding 
a wheel like hers while professional threw knives at her. Her uncle was 
going to do the same thing. But he was no performer! And Christine certainly 
knew she was no show volunteer. 

"Wh-what are you going to ... uhhh!" 

She was upside down again, her tits beating against her chin while her body 
weight tugged at her ankles. Christine let out a cry, watching her uncle 
still stare at her, licking his lips as he had earlier before he'd fucked 
her. 

"I used to be good at this," he said with a sharp laugh, putting down three 
knives and walking forward until he was about fifteen feet from the wheel. 
Dave was watching her spin on the device, measuring her speed before cocking 
his right arm back and snapping it forward. 

"No!" 

Christine let out a shout, straining at her bonds, feeling her heart skip a 
beat while her pulse rushed. She was parallel to the floor on her right side 
when a dull thud shook the wheel to her left. The knife had entered the wood 
some eleven inches from her side. Christine jerked her head up, staring at 
the blade quivering in the wheel. 

She screamed, feeling as if she would lose her mind. And there was her uncle 
with a second knife! 

"Not bad. But I think I can get it a little closer," he said thoughtfully. 

"No! No! Uncle Dave, you'll kill me. Please, don't do this! I'll do 
anything. I'll let you fuck me again! Please, noooooo!" 

He let the second blade fly through the air, watching as it cut into the 
wood inches from Christine's head. The teenager saw it coming and screamed 
the cry of the damned, certain the knife would split her head in two. When 
she opened her eyes again she was back upside down, looking over to one side 
where she nearly had to cross her eyes to stare at the blade. She shuddered, 
seeing how close she had been to death. 

"Now the third...." 

"No more! Oh, God in heaven, no more!" 

Dave laughed again, cocking his arm again and taking careful aim. Christine 
could see he was aiming at her belly or cunt. She couldn't tell which. She 
was getting dizzy being whirled around and around on that spinning wheel. 
She shook her head again, banging it against the wood in terror as the blade 
flew from her uncle's hand. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

For a second the girl thought the knife had entered her body, that shock was 
the only thing preventing her from feeling it tear through her flesh. Then 
Christine realized that once more her uncle had purposely avoided piercing 
her body with the blade. But something ... something was touching her cunt. 
Moving her head up once she was upright again, the girl looked down and saw 
the black wooden handle rubbing up against her cunt. She could rub her pussy 
against it! Uncle Dave had thrown the thing that close, so close he had 
nearly skewered her pussy with the blade! 

"No! No!" she screamed out again, he face a mask of concentrated terror 
while she tugged wildly at the restraints. 

Dave laughed more loudly, stepping up to her with the last knife and holding 
it out to her face. She saw him turn around and around-or so it seemed as 
her body rotated with the wheel. 

"You don't like playing my little game, Christine? You sure liked getting my 
prick in you, ridin' it till you came," Dave taunted. 

"No, no, don't! Oh please, this is ... is different! Please don't hurt me 
anymore!" 

Dave threw back his head and laughed, pushing the knife forward until the 
pointy end was touching her belly. It left a long white groove along her 
flesh, a groove that made Christine let out a sharp cry. 

"One more," he said. He stepped back until he was about fifteen feet from 
her once again. 

Christine bit her lips in horror, watching as his thick-muscled arm cocked 
back, then snapped forward, sending the dreaded missile toward her. 
Christine saw it coming in slow motion, the blade picking up the overhead 
light and shining as it sizzled through the air toward her cunt. It was 
going to cut her! 

Just at that point Christine realized to her shame that the terror had 
spiced her clit, making the tiny organ twitch and pop in a mini orgasm while 
juice oozed once more through her cunt slot. Cumming and cut at the same 
time! 

"Aghghghghhhh!" 

She had been wrong! Once more her Uncle Dave had proved himself to be a more 
accurate aim that she would have dreamed. The last blade had entered the 
wood right next to the one touching her cunt. Now the girl had two handles 
to rub against, two things nearly entering her cunt. And there she was 
stretched on the wheel, feeling her pussy climaxing while her uncle watched! 

"Still in heat, eh, baby? Still want something in your cunt?" 

Dave watched for a few more moments as his niece contorted her body against 
the rotating wheel. When Christine thought she would faint from the 
excitement racing through her cunt, her uncle stopped the wheel, reaching up 
and taking her wrists from the thongs. Looking down through heavy-lidded 
eyes, Christine saw the cock-bulge in his trousers and knew she was going to 
endure another fucking. Another fucking! 

"Fucked. That's a word you like a lot, isn't it, Christine? You just lost 
your fuckin' cherry, and now you can't spread your legs fast enough for me, 
right?" 

She wasn't going to respond to his question even though she knew he was 
right. She was burning for her uncle, actually wanting him as much as she 
wanted air to breathe! His hands were all over her as he hoisted the girl 
from the wheel and dragged her away. Christine moved like a zombie. 

He raised her hands until they were high over her head. What was it now? 
Another wheel? More bondage? More torture before she would feel his prick in 
her again? "Ohhhhhh!" 

They were iron rings or something. In the darkness, Christine was unsure. 
But Dave certainly knew what he was doing. He slipped her hands through the 
iron, lowering the chains to tie her wrists to the loops more easily. 
Already the leather was burning her flesh, skin that had been badly chafed 
already. Then Dave pulled the chains tight once more, careful so as not to 
raise her body from the floor ... yet. 

"Now I've got something you're going to enjoy sitting on-something that's 
even better than my cock. It's not going to get soft just when you want to 
have something good and rock-hard in you." 

There was more rattling around before he returned with ... oh God, it was 
some kind of pole, the top of which was shaped like a man's prick. A large 
square piece of wood at the bottom acted as a stand. He pushed it in front 
of her, producing a small jar of Vaseline and smearing the top of the 
prick-like thing with grease. 

"Now up and over." 

Dave pulled on the chains, lifting her slightly from the floor. Christine 
groaned, throwing her head back, feeling the weight of her body pull once 
more against her sore, aching shoulders. She strained upward, her fingers 
curling against the iron rings. With one foot, Dave pulled the dildo over 
until it was neatly positioned under her cunt. Then Uncle Dave lowered 
Christine until the thing was pushing into her pussy. "Uhhhhh!" 

Christine tensed, knotting the muscles in her arms, trying to climb the 
chains as she felt the smooth tip pushing her outer cunt labes open. Her 
legs kicked out like those of a frog, the move making her body swing from 
side to side like a pendulum. Her nipples were growing so stiff and hard and 
dark as the fat prickhead fucked steadily into her cunt. Dave was lowering 
her, lowering her onto that awful thing until it was fucking deep in her 
pussy. Christine bawled and screamed, snapping her head from side to side. 
She tried kicking and fighting back at that thing. But any kind of move was 
making the penetration that much more painful. It occurred to the girl 
finally that she might tear herself apart with her own crazy moves. With a 
groan of resignation, Christine stopped her twisting and squirming, 
concentrating on the filled feeling radiating through her cunt. 

"Smart gal. Better just accept it and enjoy. But you've got a lot to enjoy 
down there," Dave said, rubbing his fingers over her ass. 

She felt him touching her pussy, sliding his greasy fingers up and down 
around the stretched-thin labes of her pussy. It felt good, real good having 
her uncle touching her down there. Oh, why hadn't he fucked her, himself? 
Why had he had to use this thing to stretch her pussy until it threatened to 
tear right in half? 

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" 

When Dave finally released the chain, Christine found herself standing. She 
was not quite on tiptoe, poising herself to keep the fat dildo from entering 
her cunt all the way. 

"Now, that's real pretty-I dig havin' women on there, their legs spread out, 
their arms tied up overhead that way while they're bouncin' on that dildo, 
fuckin' themselves. That's what you want to do, right Christine? You wanna 
fuck yourself till you cum three times tonight? Maybe four or five times? 
Shit, I had a woman on there once who kept cummin' till she passed out the 
next day." 

"No! No! I don't want this! Oh, Uncle Dave, please take me off this horrible 
thing! Please!" But there was something that wasn't quite so right in her 
voice, something that belied the girl's frantic pleas. She was starting to 
like having that thing inside her pussy, stretching her itchy cuntal walls 
apart. 

Letting out a moan of resignation, the young woman began experimenting, 
moving her body around, feeling the rounded head of that thing nudging her 
cuntal walls. Dave watched with growing interest as his niece began twisting 
her body more regularly around on that dildo. In a moment the teen found out 
her uncle had been right about how nice it was for a woman, having that 
thing inside her cunt. She was starting to feel warm down there-warm and 
pleasantly stretched. Closing her eyes, Christine thought of her uncle, of 
the way he had fucked her after having torn away her cherry. 

She started moving her body up and down, tensing her toes, fucking herself 
on the dildo while twisting her body from left to right to add to the 
rubbing friction. Her cuntal muscles began squeezing down hard, milking at 
the inanimate cock while she rose and fell like a merry-go-round horse. It 
was just when her breathing became labored that her uncle put both hands on 
her shoulders, pushing her down. 

"Aghghghhhhh!" 

A shock of pain raced through her. He was forcing that thing all the way in 
her cunt while pushing her down toward the floor. Christine struggled up 
against him, stiffening her legs, pushing back up. But he was too strong. 

"Bitch! Fucking like that! I'll give you fucking," he growled, pushing the 
teenager down toward the floor once more. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"No! Aghghhghghh!" 

Christine thought for a moment that fake cock would surely pierce her and 
would finally come out her mouth! Then Dave relaxed his grip, letting his 
niece come up from her squatting position. 

"Oh, oh, ooowwwwwwww!" 

"You like having that thing fucking you all the way? I was just trying to 
help you, Christine," he said, barely hiding his excitement at having hurt 
her. 

He wiped his lips with the back of one hand, reaching out with the other and 
tugging on the chain. Christine felt her body rising again, her feet leaving 
the floor while her cunt slipped away from the dildo. 

"Ohhhhh...." 

She was almost going to miss having that thing pushing through her, into her 
cunt, making her clit feel so good. She felt her cuntlips squeeze together, 
the tiny muscles spasming itchily as she swayed over the dildo. 

Dave kicked the instrument away, lowering his niece back to the floor. It 
was difficult for Christine to stand as he dropped the chains. She had been 
so used to being roped or bound to an object that to stand of her own free 
will seemed unnatural. 

"This way, bitch." 

Her hands had been unbound from the chains. Christine stumbled forward, 
pushing the hair from her eyes as she regained her balance. Dave led her to 
her final shame for the evening-a small rubber pad stretched on the floor, 
with various lengths of chains lying all around. "On your knees." 

Immediately the girl sank to the floor, keeping her hands back behind her as 
instructed. It was bizarre. The whole thing was like something out of some 
horrible fuck book! Uncle Dave was breathing more heavily now as he slipped 
a dog collar around his niece's neck, tightening it so hard she thought she 
would choke. But Christine again knew not to make so much as a protesting 
sound. She knelt there, keeping her head down as the big stud took one chain 
and hooked it to the right side of her collar. 

"Now, for the other." 

Uncle Dave did the same to the left end, making sure the chains were taut 
enough to keep her head about six inches from the surface of the foam mat. 
Christine tried jerking her head up to see just how far she could move it. 
The chains rattled, keeping her head down toward the floor. She was trapped 
once more, bound by the chains and leather while her uncle moved behind her 
and slipped a pair of cuffs onto her wrists. 

"You ain't gonna go nowhere now, baby. This is fan-fuckin'-tastic! You sure 
look good tied down on the floor," he said, reaching around and pinching her 
nipples. 

Christine jerked back, her body stopped by the chains tugging on her dog 
collar. The choking sensation that resulted made the girl think twice about 
moving so violently in the future. 

"Now, for some back door fun." 

"What?" 

"Fuckin' ass. Queers do it all the time. I like butt-fuckin' women. Kinda 
puts 'em in their place, you know? After you've been fucked back there by a 
real man, baby, you're not gonna be so damned bitchy when a guy asks you to 
go to bed, you know?" 

"No, no, not there! Oh God!" Again Christine tried jerking up on the chains, 
her neck snapping from the force. The girl had to relent, keeping her head 
down. The collar was choking the wind from her once more as she struggled on 
the mat. "No!" 

She listened to something behind her. There was the soft rubbing sound of 
material sliding over flesh. He was stripping, pulling down his trousers, 
letting them fall around his ankles while walking around behind her and 
kneeling down. Christine whimpered more loudly when she felt his fingers 
tickling the sensitive area around her shitter. His fingernails were lightly 
touching her wrinkled ass pucker. And then ... and then he jabbed two 
fingers into her asshole, the digits having still kept their grease from 
that smearing of the dildo. 

"Yaghghghhhghhhh!" 

He was fucking her back there with his hand, jabbing his fingers into her 
asshole, then stabbing yet another finger in until three of them were 
stretching her ass ring wide. The girl lurched forward, her eyes blinded by 
tears of pain and shame. Dave laughed cruelly, twisting his fingers around 
in her ass. 

"It's gonna be good, real good havin' my cock up there! It's gonna make you 
shoot right up off this fuckin' floor by the time I rod you in the ass!" 

"No! Noooooo!" 

This time Christine didn't care how much the chains were choking her. She 
pulled and yanked, twisting her body, feeling the collar cinch down hard 
around her throat. The chains rattled madly while she twisted her wrists in 
the cuffs. Anything, anything was worth getting free from this! Dave was 
going to fuck her back there! Oh yes, yes, she could tell. He was lifting 
her ass now, cupping the full-fleshed buns in both hands while tucking his 
knees under. Any moment now Christine knew he was going to fuck her ass! 

"Oh God, God in heaven-no, please!" 

Dave gripped her thighs. There was a moment's hesitation, a second when she 
felt his prickhead stabbing up against her ass buns. Then there was that 
piercing pain, the sensation that he had taken one of those dreadful knives 
from the wheel and stuck it into her asshole! But no. No! That was his cock, 
his fat prick piercing her, splitting her in two. She let out a scream, and 
then shrieked more loudly until the girl was certain anyone outside could 
hear her cries of wild agony. 

He was going to kill her with that big cock of his! Oh, it was a thousand 
times worse than having his fucker in her pussy! She pulled again at the 
chains, her arms hurting from all the pressure, her muscles throbbing while 
her body swayed. Uncle Dave's fingers were leaving long red marks on her 
thighs while he moved his knees up a little more. He was splitting her ass 
in two, watching with rounded, excited eyes as his fat fucker disappeared 
inch by meaty inch into her stretched asshole. There were times when 
Christine's asscheeks trembled, jiggling against one another as the girl 
screamed and groaned from the pain. Dave slapped her at those times with 
both hands, reddening the ass flesh and making the young blonde teenager 
squeal even more loudly. 

"Gotta relax. Just like when I was fuckin' you before. The more you relax, 
the more you're gonna enjoy this." 

"Uhhh ... enjoy?" 

He had to be out of his mind! No woman in her right mind could possibly 
enjoy having her ass fucked this way. But perhaps her uncle was right. Maybe 
if she did try to relax the pain would decrease. Christine concentrated, 
trying to bring her reeling mind under some sort or control. 

"That's it, baby. You're gonna ... ohhhh yeah, you're openin' up for your 
old uncle. That's the way it should be-tight, but not impossible! Yeahhhh 
... you're a good fuck, a good fuck back there," he sighed. 

Christine felt as if he were talking to a horse, a dumb pet. Well, in a 
sense that was exactly what she had become-his toy. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

Dave leaned forward again, fucking more of his cockmeat into her. Like a 
huge hard lump of shit, the cock jammed her asshole. Before Christine could 
even think about what was happening, the prickhead was well inside her ass 
guts, stretching the lining to the tearing point, tunneling its way up to 
her belly. 

"God! Oh God, no, no, no!" 

"Man, ain't no God's gonna help you here. Better just sit on my prick and 
enjoy, Christine. God only knows, that's the one thing you like doing." 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

The muscles in her ass felt as if they were tearing from the wild 
stretching. And what was worse, that searing pain, that stretching agony was 
doing something to her pussy. All the terror, all the humiliation had made 
her cunt hot once more. 

"Man, oh man!" Dave shook the sweat from his face, fucking more cockmeat 
into her asshole. 

Christine felt the obscene slickness of his foreskin peeling back. She 
consciously tried easing the tight grip of her ass on the big cockrod. Dave 
let go of her hips. She felt his fingers crawling up her flat belly, 
reaching up to her tit. She squirmed, moving her ass back toward his hairy 
belly while letting out another groan. She was starting to enjoy this 
horror. Oh, God in heaven, it was true! She was starting to like the feeling 
of his cockmeat in her ass. 

"Yeah, move that butt, baby! Come on, swing it around for me! You dig havin' 
somethin' that good in you, don't you? You like having a man's prick in you 
one way or the other, right?" 

"Oh yes, yes!" 

Shamefully, Christine found herself admitting these terrible things to her 
uncle. She kept her head down, pressing her forehead against the mat while 
the chains rattled madly against her ears. She moved her ass as sensuously 
as she could, the slow intrusion of the hard prick hurting her terribly. 
Maybe if she showed him how well her cunt could wrap around his cock he 
would fuck her there. Oh, it would feel so good having that cock in her 
pussy instead of fucking into her ass! 

"Ahhhhhhhh!" 

Dave was pinching her ass again, slapping her hard with his opened palms. 
That prick was splitting her wide open, the fat cockhead sending shocks of 
pain through her guts. But the agony was delightful in a strange way. Her 
clit was starting to sputter again, juice seeping from the velvety lining of 
her cunt. The pain had turned into something more. It was a sensation that 
was new to her, a sensation she had never felt before until this day. But it 
was something Christine knew she would want again and again. "Uhhhhhhhh!" 

Now both his hands covered her nipples. He twisted her nipples, pinching 
them, crushing them until the girl yowled. Christine thought the tips of her 
tits would be gushing blood all over his fingers any moment. 

"Owwwwwww!" 

Dave was drawing back, tugging his fucker from her shitter while still 
keeping up the pressure of his hands on her nipples. Christine loved and 
hated the feeling, jerking around, tugging on the restraints, twisting her 
wrists in the cuffs while panting heavily. 

The girl couldn't even sob now. She bit her lip, pushing her ass toward him. 
She was looking for some relief from the obscene sucking in her shit chute. 

Dave paused for a moment before fucking back in. Christine let out another 
cry, feeling her pussy go into tremors of need. The folding, slippery ring 
of his foreskin massaged the sensitive nerves of her asshole like a small 
mouth. It felt like a kiss around her asshole. 

"No!" 

Christine felt herself completely torn, both in her ass and in her mind. She 
wrestled her tits against her hands, feeling the pain from her nipples 
driving more heat into her clit. The round, firm asscheeks flexed against 
his belly as if they were looking for more prickmeat. 

"Rutting little bitch." 

Dave reached farther forward and gripped the chains, tugging at them, 
laughing as he jerked his niece's head violently from one side to the other. 
With that, fucked more inches of his cockmeat into her shitter. 

"Yaghghghhhghghhh!" 

Christine thought he had shoved a baseball bat into her shitter! Dave was 
fucked in her all the way now! She could feel the rubbing of his cock hairs 
against her ass, the touch of his groin up against her buns. It was unreal, 
impossible! That her uncle would have his fat thick cock fucked all the way 
in her asshole was mind-blowing. 

He was pulling out, sending wild signals racing through her belly and ass. 
Christine felt his prick slipping away from her, sliding out from her 
asshole. She squeezed her ass muscles tight, wanting more cock in her ass. 

He fucked back in again. Christine thought the lewd suction in her asshole 
would drive her to madness. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" 

The tempo of that ass-ripping cock was becoming faster. He was striking her 
buns with his body like a giant wall, the force of his fuck-thrusts knocking 
the wind from her. Again Christine jerked her head up off the mat, the 
chains keeping her from pulling all the way up. 

"Baby, yeah, yeah!" 

Dave increased the speed of his cock-strokes until Christine thought her ass 
would melt. Heat sliced into the sides of her clit, dragging more energy 
from the girl as she endured the ass-fucking. The cunty feeling built up 
quickly, becoming as important as the jabbing piston of prickmeat in her 
asshole. 

Oh, this was good, very good. Uncle Dave had been right about this, as he 
had been about so many other things. And to think she had listened to her 
mother all these years about sex, about fucking. Oh, how much pleasure she 
had deprived herself of! 

Christine grunted with the effort of keeping up with her uncle's fucking. 
The stretched asshole ring grew more and more sensitive, nearly as sensitive 
as her empty cunt. Once again the girl felt a fart of air escape with a 
light puffing sound from her cunt as her mind went blank. She panted, 
rutting, knowing she was being fucked, fucked hard and fast. 

As if he knew what she was thinking Dave reached around and started 
strumming on her clit, teasing the tiny rigid organ, pushing it down into 
the surrounding moist cunt meat while rubbing its rounded slides. Christine 
thought she would come apart with that move. She wanted everything-that 
touch, the fucking, the chains, the humiliation. Everything conspired to 
make her a hot, rutting woman who wanted to be fucked into the dirt. 
"Fucked!" 

Christine shouted out the word, her body bouncing up and down while Dave 
rounded the final curve in his fucking spree. He grunted behind her, riding 
the girl down into the floor. Christine felt the flaring ridge of his 
prickhead pulling at the lining of her shitter, urging her insides out. She 
hunched her ass back and forth in response, feeling her cunt about to 
explode. 

"Uhhh, take it, baby, 'cause I'm gonna shoot ... now, now, bitch!" 

Christine screamed, feeling the first of many hot, splashing wads of jizz 
firehosing into her shitter. The thick spurting masses of cum burned into 
the lining of her ass guts like flaming sulphur! Christine felt her ass ring 
at his prick. She convulsed, her body jerking up and down while her tits 
mashed under his clutching hands. 

"Oh! Ow! Ow! Ow!" 

Her spasms were nearly painful. Her pussy clamped down on thin air, the cunt 
walls slapping wetly against one another while more and more jizz filled her 
ass. 

But what was happening? Dave was pulling out, slipping his cock from her 
cunthole. And she was still cumming! 

"No! No!" 

He couldn't do this, interrupt her climax! Desperately the girl jerked her 
body around, clenching her ass muscles tightly together, trying to stop him 
from pulling out. It was disrupting the smashing rhythm of her orgasm, 
sending too many hot signals racing up and down her spine. 

The wide flaring cockhead slipped out. Christine ground her teeth, silently 
cursing her uncle. Her asshole still fluttered, as empty now as her wet, 
clasping cunt. She jerked and twitched as he slid away. 

Christine wept once more, feeling so deserted. A bubble of air escaped from 
her cunt while cum oozed from her stretched asshole. She let her eyes close 
in defeat as she lay her head against the filthy foam mat. 

"That's enough for tonight, baby. You're one helluva hot fuck. And we're 
gonna have ourselves plenty of time to practice it, right?" 

He was undoing the chains, unsnapping them from her collar, then opening the 
cuffs from around her wrists. At this point, Christine knew she could have 
bolted for the stairs. Even later she would be able to escape from her room. 
But she was so tired, so utterly exhausted from her ordeal. And, there was 
that promise of more fucking to come. Oh, what a little slut she was 
becoming! 

As her Uncle scooped her into his arms and carried her moaning up the stairs 
to her room, Christine thought of that promise and felt something like 
excitement mixed in with the dread frightening her. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Elena cocked her head to one side, tracing a finger absently around her 
mouth. Arching an eyebrow, she looked at her daughter's message once again. 
It seemed so odd, so ... so formal! She was about to leave the hospital 
after a brief check-up, and now this. Pushing her chestnut-colored hair over 
her blouse, Elena paced the large private room, ignoring the large bouquet 
of flowers her brother-in-law had sent her. 

The note said: "Uncle Dave wants you to come over as soon as you get out of 
the hospital. He has some gifts for you." 

Gifts? That sort of thing was something she should give him, considering he 
had done her the favor of looking out for Christine. Touching the note to 
her lips, Elena felt her cunt warm just a bit when she thought of her 
brother-in-law. He had always been the bigger of both brothers, although 
Hank, her late husband, certainly was the brighter and more successful. It 
had been an effort for Elena not to lead him on. She had succeeded, however, 
preserving the purity of her marriage even if she did fantasize at times. 
Yes, she guessed Hank had known about her infatuation and had ignored it. He 
had liked fucking nearly as much as she did. Really, her late husband seemed 
to accept the situation, glad Elena remained loyal. 

Folding the note and slipping it into her black leather clutch purse, she 
surveyed the sterile hospital room. Yes, she had gathered up the few things 
she had brought with her. Everything was in order. Grabbing the small blue 
overnight case, she left the room. 

Her Mercedes was still there in the parking lot. 

"Dave...." 

Funny how his name just seemed to bubble to her lips as she dropped the 
suitcase in the trunk and walked around to her side of the car. She hadn't 
seen him much since the funeral nearly three years ago, although they kept 
in touch with brief letters, phone calls and notes. She had panicked when 
her doctor insisted she check into a hospital for some tests. Where would 
she put Christine? She didn't trust her friends, and her family was in 
Indiana. Thank goodness she thought of her brother-in-law, and he had been 
helpful. 

Elena smiled, inserting the key and turning on the engine. She liked that 
feeling, the gentle rumbling of the car engine as it turned over, the 
vibrations exciting her pussy. Elena backed out and turned the car east on 
Colorado Boulevard, heading in Dave's direction.... 

"Hey, baby! I've got an electric tongue that won't quit if you sit on my 
face." 

The rude remark snapped Elena back to reality. She had stopped at a light. 
Next to her was a delivery truck, a young man leaning out the door and 
staring wide-eyed at her exposed thighs. Elena stiffened, her eyes coldly 
sweeping over the young stud. She shifted her position in the car, feeling 
her ass sinking into the soft cushion while her cuntlips rubbed wetly, 
sexily together. Did he know she was hot and getting warmer all the time? 
Could he tell she was thinking about a man in a far from Platonic way? Was 
it written on her face? 

"Come on, baby. You and me ... we can turn in the alley there and have some 
time. I dig suckin' cunt and we can...." 

Elena had heard enough. Jamming the gear lever into first, she bolted 
through the red light, nearly sideswiping a small Chevrolet. The nerve of 
that animal! Telling her all those things, exciting her so much her tits 
felt heavy in her bra! She glanced up at the rearview mirror. Thank goodness 
he was gone. She had had enough of that kind of filth. Never, never would 
she put up with someone who treated women like ... like filth! 

Upset, her mind filled with the dirty words that young man had spoken, Elena 
drove on to Dave's house. She snapped back to reality when she realized she 
was there. Pulling to the curb, she noticed all the lights were off save the 
one in the living room. Perhaps they had gone out for dinner, although she 
was certain she had told Dave when she planned to drop by. Swinging her legs 
from the car Elena pushed back her hair, straightening her skirt, feeling 
very, very aware of all her physical assets as she walked up the long, 
curving path to the front porch. "Dave?" 

Elena rapped her knuckles smartly against the wooden door, peering into the 
living room. In a moment she saw movement and put on her broadest, sexiest 
smile. Elena felt her cheeks growing warm as she heard the lock open. She 
was feeling like some teenager, a warm glow washing over her flesh while her 
pussy muscles puckered with excitement. Elena was terribly aware of her 
tits, her sensitive, large nipples rubbing against the cups of her bra, the 
touch of her panties snugging up against her super sensitive cunt. When the 
door swung open and her brother-in-law came into view, she very nearly had 
to put one hand over her heart to keep from letting out a gasp. He was so 
handsome. 

"Hi! Everything at the hospital go all right?" 

"Why, yes. I'm fine. Is Christine around?" 

Elena was amazed she could speak at all. The last thing, it seemed to her 
then, she wanted to talk about was Christine. But she had to say something. 
Besides, she had come here to pick up her daughter. 

"Oh, downstairs hanging around," Dave shrugged, backing up in a silent 
invitation for her to enter. 

"I ... I left my things in the car. Of course, that's where they belong, 
but...." 

She sounded so stupid. And all she could think about was fucking-pure, 
unadulterated fucking with her own brother-in-law. Maybe even in her 
husband's bed, his picture turned toward them. How wicked her thoughts were 
this evening as she heard the door close behind her. 

"You sure look good, Elena. Guess they didn't find anything wrong with you." 

"The last few tests aren't in yet," she said, wondering why she hadn't heard 
Christine calling out to her. "But I think I'm fine. Just a little tired." 

"Sure. Want something to drink?" 

"Well, I shouldn't, but...." 

She watched as Dave moved easily about the house. He seemed to dominate 
everything around him, his masculinity embracing everything from the 
furniture to her. To her! The thought suddenly made her cuntal walls buckle, 
juice flowing out to wet down her panties. She could feel the maddening 
trickle of the juice oozing through the tangled brown matting of her pussy 
hairs. Shaking the loose hair around her face from her eyes, Elena did her 
best to control that itchy, warm feeling in her pussy. If she stayed too 
long in this house, God only knows what would happen to her. Thank goodness 
Christine was here. That fact alone put a damper on her feelings. 

"Here. It's not so stiff. I think you'll be fine having it." 

Elena thanked him, realizing she had reclined rather suggestively on the 
sofa. She could feel the narrow band of nylon pressing into her pussy, 
halving her cunt and rubbing up against her clit. It was shockingly good 
having that sensation. No. That was wrong. Dave had shown no interest in her 
except every now and then winking at her. Elena had never known quite how to 
take that move and simply ignored it. But now, how she wished he meant 
something by it. How she wished he would just reach out and touch her hair, 
her neck, her.... 

She took another long sip, feeling the burning liquor trickle down her 
throat. Her nipples were so hard, so very, very hard. How they burned in her 
bra! How she wished she could reach around and unbutton her blouse then 
unsnap her bra. Would he enjoy putting those sensuous lips around her 
nipples and drawing them into his mouth while nibbling on them at the same 
time? 

"What did you say?" she had to ask. 

Elena felt a little foolish. Dave had been talking while she had been 
daydreaming. 

"Nothing much. Just saying that Christine wasn't a bother around here at 
all. In fact, she helped me out a lot." 

Elena smiled and nodded, taking another long gulp. It was at the second 
drink that she realized something was terribly, terribly wrong. He had 
spiked her drink somehow. It was far more potent than she had imagined. And 
with her somewhat weakened condition, the result was disastrous! Had he done 
it purposely? Elena put down the drink, nearly spilling it onto the rug. 

"Is something wrong?" he asked. 

"I ... I don't feel too good. Perhaps I shouldn't have had that to drink. 
Maybe if I lie down...." 

Elena tried getting up. But her legs felt like rubber. She leaned forward 
then fell back onto the sofa, her knees spreading apart. It was then her 
skirt hiked up, just as it had in the car. And it was then she realized Dave 
was wearing the same leering grin that young boy had when he had made those 
filthy suggestions to her. 

"I think I've got a better idea for you," Dave said, his eyes narrowing. 

"No. Dave, don't. I ... I'm fine, really. I think I can manage to walk." 

"I doubt it ... at least, at this point. I'll carry you." 

Elena protested weakly but gave up the moment she felt his arms encircling 
her waist. It felt good having this strong man helping her, holding her, in 
a sense overpowering her and guiding her. 

"I'm going to show you a surprise. Are you up to it?" 

"A surprise? Don't know," she muttered, slurring her words. The room seemed 
to be darkening around her. "What did you put in my drinks?" 

"Just something to relax a bit. You'll understand in a while." 

Elena felt as if she were drifting about in another world. There were swirls 
of light that blinded her to where she was going. She thought they were 
maneuvering their way through the small kitchen, her legs striking the stove 
and refrigerator while Dave walked toward the basement door. The basement. 
Of course. That's where he said her daughter Christine was. What on earth 
was she doing in a smelly, dank place like a cellar? "Uhhhhh...." 

They were going down in the basement, the dank smell of the cellar making 
Elena wrinkle up her nose. Why had her brother-in-law spiked her drink this 
way? She knew they had reached the bottom of the stairs, then her mind 
became a blur. With a groan, she slumped limply in Dave's arms, unaware of 
what was to follow. . Elena had no idea how long she had been unconscious. 
When she felt herself surfacing, she realized at once all her clothes had 
been removed. 

"My God," she gasped, raising her head and forcing herself to open her eyes. 

Everything seemed blurred for the moment. It was still so dark around her. 
Elena wondered if it was still the effect of that drink. Another moan coming 
from her left told her the darkness was real. She blinked open her eyes 
completely, cocking her head, trying to move. 

It was then she realized that she had been chained to something, her arms 
haying been drawn behind her and her wrists cuffed together. An iron collar 
was screwed tightly, around her neck, two chains from either side pulled 
tightly down around her shoulders and under her naked tits, finally attached 
to her wrist cuffs. A rubber ball had been shoved deep in her mouth, the 
latex pressing up against her tongue. It was difficult for her to swallow. 

Panic hit her. She had never been restrained. She had never been in a 
situation like this before! She started tugging crazily at the chains, 
trying to move her feet away from the pole to which she had been roped 
around the waist. It was impossible. The bonds were too strong. She panted 
heavily from the effort, looking from side to side, not believing her 
brother-in-law could be capable to doing something like this. Then Elena 
stopped, remembering her daughter. Christine! He had said something about 
her being in the basement, "hanging around." My God! Elena felt a little 
sick as she cocked her head to one side and listened for that groan again. 
She had heard something before she had gone wild with panic. There! There it 
was again! Something moved in the semi-darkness in front of her. Narrowing 
her eyes, concentrating as hard as she could, Elena finally made out the 
familiar figure of her daughter. 

Hatred flared through Elena like fire through a dry forest. She wanted to 
take a knife and plunge it through Dave's chest. All her former love for him 
evaporated in a moment when she saw her daughter strung up helplessly to the 
ceiling, her wrists bound together, her body twisting slowly in the air like 
a piece of meat! Elena struggled against her bonds again, grunting through 
the rubber ball gag, hoping her daughter could hear her. 

"So, you've come around?" 

Dave was there now, having appeared from the darkness and standing by her 
daughter. She watched with horror as he rubbed one hand up and down the 
girl's leg, stopping at her cunt. Christine showed some life then, her legs 
moving back and forth in scissor fashion while her belly muscles stiffened. 

"No, not again, Uncle Dave. Please, not again," the girl sobbed listlessly. 

He had ... had fucked her. Oh yes, Elena could see that in an instant. He 
had committed incest and now was torturing them both. 

"Don't worry, Christine. I've got another field to plow for the time being," 
he said, slapping her lightly on the bare ass. 

Elena fought against the chains once more, staring with unabashed hatred at 
her brother-in-law. He would never fuck her. No! She would rather die first 
than let him touch her. Dave stopped a few feet in front of her, seeing her 
gaze of hatred and laughing at her. 

"I thought that would be your reaction-at first. Your daughter had it, too. 
But you should see her move," he said, rolling his eyes up while scratching 
his crotch. "Man, she's got the hottest little cunt and ass you've ever 
seen!" 

Elena dropped her head, her pulse racing so hard she thought her heart would 
burst! How could he be telling her these things? 

"But you're not interested, I guess. You want to know what's going to happen 
to you, right? Good things, baby, good things." 

Elena shook her head, screaming through the gag, curling her fingers and 
digging the nails into her palms until they creased the sweaty flesh. Her 
muffled cries aroused her daughter. She saw Christine come to life, kicking 
her legs until her body swung around and she was staring at her mother. Dave 
had slipped away for the moment, rummaging around in the dark looking for 
something. 

"Oh, Mother, Mother! I'm sorry. He made me write the note. I was afraid, too 
afraid not to obey him. Oh God, he's horrible! You won't believe what he can 
do!" 

Dave came back, checking the bonds holding Elena to the pole. He tugged at 
her dog collar, smiling as he heard her gagging from the touch. 

"You want to get back at me, don't you? You want it bad. I'm gonna give you 
the chance. But like everything else, you'll have to pay for the privilege." 

Dave untied the woman, making sure her wrists were still cuffed together. 
Elena stumbled forward, nearly pitching down onto the floor. Dave caught 
her, his fingers fondling her fur-covered pussy, two of them slipping in and 
touching the warm, slick fuck-hole. She could feel his prick through his 
trousers-long, thick, hot. At any other time she would have been intoxicated 
with the thought of fucking her brother-in-law. At this point, however, she 
had only contempt for him. He led her past her daughter. 

"Here. Sit here." 

It was a three-legged stool facing another one slightly higher. Above was a 
noose, the rope about one half-inch in diameter. The shadow it case made 
Elena shiver. Was this some kind of kinky gallows? Just what kind of horrors 
had he put her daughter through? 

"Oh Mother, he's awful! He's terrible! He'll do anything to have his kind of 
fun," Christine cried. 

"Shut up, Christine, or you'll have a gag just like your mother." 

Dave forced the woman down onto the cold wooden seat, spreading her thighs 
apart so her heated, fur-covered cunt mound was parted. Elena shuddered once 
more, feeling her cuntlips unstick and peel apart. Dave was rubbing his 
fingers over her pussy, tweaking her clit, pressing his fingers into her 
cunt hole. She couldn't help herself. She was so hot. She moved her plump, 
firm ass around on the stool, feeling the chilly heat rushing through her 
pussy and making her catch her breath. 

"This might be easier than I thought. You're one hot number-just like your 
daughter. I'm gonna have myself a good time tonight. And then, well, maybe 
we'll have family reunions later on in the month-you know, stretch the two 
of you out on my bed and fuck you both." 

Dave tested the noose, slipping the rope around Elena's neck and cinching it 
tightly. Family reunions! If they lived that long! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Elena sat there, her wrists still bound to one another behind her back while 
the gag jammed her mouth. She swallowed twice, feeling a pulse of fear race 
through her body. The rope was burning her neck, just above the mental dog 
collar. Dave tightened the rope, making it taut, forcing her to tilt her 
chin up a little to keep it from pressing too hard against her windpipe. 

Dave opened his shirt, unbuckling his belt and pushing his Levi's down. 
Immediately his prick sprang up-long, thick, the blue veins throbbing hard 
against the pink skin. Elena reared back like a startled mare. His cock was 
big, bigger than her late husband's cock had been. She had suspected 
something like that. Now she saw it was true. And he was going to fuck her. 

"Now, you're gonna settle down on this mother," he said, scratching his cock 
and balls before moving up to the stool. 

Elena was ashamed. She knew Christine was watching. She knew her daughter 
could see Dave approach her with his prick straight out. And now she knew 
her daughter could see him finger-fucking her cunt. Elena threw out her 
chest, her tits slapping wetly together as she felt the two fingers scraping 
along the insides of her cuntal channel. Against her will, she found herself 
fucking back, tensing her thighs, moving her ass back and forth, making the 
stool rock from side to side with her movements. Dave was sniggering, 
scraping his fingernails down along her cunt channel, stopping when her 
pussy muscles cinched down and milked at the invading digits. 

Oh, it had been so long since a man had touched her down there! She was 
going a little mad now, her cuntal walls growing so hot and itchy. And then 
Dave began playing with her clit, touching that sparking little organ again 
and again with his thumb while fucking her cunt hole with the rest of his 
hand! "Unnnhhhhhffff!" 

"Didn't take you too long to come around, did it?" 

Twice Elena thought she would knock the stool over. Then Dave reached up and 
began twisting her nipples around between his fingers, twisting and turning 
them until she began sobbing loudly through the gag. She jerked her arms, 
trying to pull her wrists free to protect herself. But the more she 
struggled, the more Dave hurt her. 

The noose! He had jerked up on the rope, forcing the hemp to cut into her 
throat. Elena straightened, her spine nearly cracking from the sudden 
movement. She looked with startled, rounded eyes at the big man standing in 
front of her. 

He was hanging her-right there in front of her daughter, pulling at the 
rope, moving it back and forth until red marks appeared on her throat. 

"That's it, a little tight. That's real good," Dave said, pushing down his 
trousers all the way and stepping from them after having removed his black 
engineering boots. 

Elena was struggling now, her feet kicking out, then finally finding a rung 
at the base of the stool. She tensed her thighs and ass, half-standing on 
the stool to make it easier for her to breathe. 

"Cheating! I don't allow any cheating here," Dave said mockingly, slipping 
his hands around her sides and drawing the two stools together. In a flash, 
Elena knew what he was going to do. She felt his prick jabbing at her pussy, 
touching her clit, sending more electric sparks rushing through her cunt. He 
was going to fuck her while hanging her from the ceiling by the throat! It 
was almost like having a snuff movie being played for real. She screamed, 
twisting her body, feeling herself sliding from the stool and onto his big 
fucker. 

"Oh, yeah. You're wet and warm down there, just like a woman should be," 
Dave groaned, his hands caressing her body. 

Again Elena felt the rope chafing against her windpipe. Dave had been 
careful to put it just above the metal dog collar so the device couldn't 
protect her. He was under her now, his thighs under hers while his prick 
stabbed again around her cunt. Rolling his hips around, balancing himself 
carefully, he shoved his cock against the top of her cuntal mound. "Ohhhhh!" 

For a moment Elena had forgotten about the noose. The knob of his cock was 
pressing right over her clit. She could feel an electric charge seeping from 
the hot little button right into her pussy. She squirmed and jerked against 
him, knowing full well he was going to kill her with that rope-and not even 
caring. Oh, it was all coming together, the pain and humiliation somehow 
adding to the excitement. She began rocking her ass from side to side, the 
movement making the stool nearly turn over once more. Dave steadied her, 
sliding his prickmeat. Oh, the sensation was mind-shattering. He was pushing 
his cock all the way into her fuck-hole. A low moan seeped from her throat. 
Elena wanted that prick deep in her pussy. She needed the warmth, the 
masculinity of this man. 

And just as he fucked his cock all the way in, Dave kicked the stool out 
from under her. 

"Ughghghhh!" 

For an instant Elena hung there, dangling from the rope like a condemned 
criminal, choking while that fat cock was fucking all the way into her. She 
screamed through the gag once more. Dave was fucking her, pile driving his 
cockmeat in and out, hitting her face and tits, swearing at her. Elena could 
hear her daughter screaming in the background. "Nice, real nice." 

Dave held her again, bracing her body against his knees and keeping her up. 
She coughed, trying to shove the gag from her throat so she could breathe! 
The lights began coming back on again as she looked around and saw she was 
indeed alive. That fat cock was still inside her pussy, rummaging around, 
nudging her womb while Dave toyed with her nipples. Elena let her head fall 
back, her eyes closed. Dave was grunting, fucking his prick in and out, 
filling up her pussy again and again with his cockmeat. 

The rope had terrified her, the thought of being hung while being fucked not 
really appealing to her. But something had happened to make her clit spark 
all that much more. Perhaps it was the threat of being hurt, of being 
killed. She didn't know. But the throbbing pulses coming from that tiny 
organ were that much more spicy. Dave could see the change in the woman and 
fucked her more wildly. Elena responded by jerking her hips from side to 
side, pressing her cunt down onto his fat prick. Oh, how she was turning 
into a mass of butter! His cock was such a delight. And then there was that 
noose, that horrid rope threatening to kill her once more. 

"Man, oh man, this is it, baby! Christ, I don't know about you, but I'm 
about to blow my load all over the place." 

With that Dave let her slip off his lap again, keeping his hands off her 
while she bounced at the end of the noose. The only thing bracing her up and 
relaxing the strangling tension of the rope was Dave's cock. He beat her 
with his groin, at times keeping her supported against the ropes with his 
hips, at others purposely letting her dangle there, her head tilted to one 
side, the rope choking her, chafing her flesh, threatening to break her 
neck. 

Elena struggled wildly, blood coming from her wrists now as she fought to 
break the cuffs holding her arms captive. The ball rolled down against her 
tonsils, nearly lodging permanently in her throat while her tongue blackened 
and flittered out from between her lips. She was going to die. Oh yes, she 
was going to die, strangled by that noose, fucked to death by this animal. 
And all Dave did was fuck harder, grunting like a damned dog in rut. His 
hands did nothing to save her, although he could. He was pinching her 
nipples, slapping her face at times, making her long brown hair splash 
wildly over her face. "Oh, yeahhh!" 

Again he slipped her atop his knees, relaxing the choking pressure of the 
rope against her throat. It was awful! Elena wanted to die, just to die. And 
there was Dave, still fucking her. 

"This is it, baby, no fuckin' around from now on." 

He was pounding his prick into her pussy wildly. Everything conspired 
against Elena. This was her big shot, her first chance at cumming since her 
husband had passed on. She was going for it in spite of all the horror. She 
was all the way down on his big prick now, ignoring the rope pulling and 
tugging at her throat. She moved her ass around in circles, feeling his cock 
stirring her insides like some giant spoon. The mass of tension in her belly 
swelled like a big balloon. Elena dug her fingernails into her palms once 
more. Dave was swearing, slapping her ass, feeling her asscheeks flex, then 
soften. She felt him digging his fingernails into her asscheeks. Elena felt 
all the nerve endings in her body stand out on end, naked to his touch. It 
was beautiful, the best feeling she had ever had in her life, it seemed. The 
insides of her thighs chilled and burned as cunt juice squished out, 
spraying the big man's fucking prick. 

"Now!" He shouted out that word, pushing her from his lap once more and 
letting her dangle there from the noose. 

Elena came, came with the fury of a hurricane of fire. She choked and 
coughed, her eyes rounding and nearly bugging out as the rope tightened 
around her throat. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel herself 
become all cunt-all wet and hot and milking as she bounced up and down 
helplessly on the rope. And Dave was shooting into her hard as well, his cum 
splashing into her fuck-hole, wetting her pussy down. 

Elena felt her cuntal walls grip down on his prick at least three times for 
every wad that shot from his cockknob. Her head snapped while her tits 
jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her cunty reaction. And the 
noose was tightening around her neck. Her climax, her death! Elena shouted 
through the gag, finally able to get some sound out as Dave kept on fucking 
his dick into her cunt. Once more she could hear her daughter wailing away. 

The room went black around her. Elena was certain she was going to die. This 
was the final moment. Letting out a sob, feeling a final pulsing that shot 
through her cunt, the woman slumped forward, the rope tight around her 
windpipe. 

Fucked to death. That was the last thought Elena had before losing 
consciousness yet again. Fucked to death, and by her own brother-in-law.... 

It was with some surprise, then, when she regained consciousness after some 
time. At first she thought she might have died and this was some weird 
afterworld. But as she regained some of her senses, the woman realized she 
was still quite alive. She lay huddled in a ball in the corner of some 
small, dark room. The door was over there-just to the left. Elena could see 
some light faintly coming through the cracks in the wood. Thank God! Dave 
had taken off those awful wrist cuffs and the gag was gone from her mouth. 
She raised both hands, feeling her face, rubbing her sore neck with her 
fingertips. It was still a little hard for her to breathe. But Elena wasn't 
certain if that was because of fear or the physical reality of having had 
that noose tightened around her neck. 

"Ohhhhh...." 

She covered her mouth with one hand, remembering what had happened. It was 
so ... so unbelievable! Even now, crouched like some animal in the dark, it 
was hard to believe Dave had put her through something like that. 

She heard something. The claw-like skitter and pause of some small animal. 
Rats? The thought made her draw her hands to her side and curl up more 
tightly in the corner. She thought of Christine again, of her daughter 
hanging there helpless, calling for her mother for help. Elena bit down 
hard, grinding her teeth. She had hated her brother-in-law. But she had had 
sex with him, fucking her brains out, feeling so wonderful that he had 
fucked her while nearly killing her. What kind of person was she? She had 
nearly been strangled by that horrible device, and now she was remembering 
with some pleasure the fucking she had endured. 

There was a shrill scream. The scream of her daughter. 

Elena jerked to a sitting position, her eyes wide, her hands over her mouth. 
What was he doing to her daughter? Why was Christine screaming her lungs 
out? 

The heavy door grated open. Elena drew back, seeing several shapes 
silhouetted against the yellow light outside. One of the shapes thudded to 
the floor inside the door. 

"Christine!" 

Elena rushed forward just as the door slammed shut. The young girl was in a 
crumpled huddle, sobbing and moaning while trying to grasp for her mother's 
comforting hand. 

"What did he do to you? My God, what did he do to you?" 

"Oh, mother, he had things-devices, things I don't know about. He ... he put 
them on me, pinched me with them, made me do ... oh, I can't talk about it," 
the girl cried, burying her head in her hands and coughing violently. 

"The pig!" 

Elena again felt nothing but hatred for her brother-in-law. She tried 
comforting her daughter, cradling her head against her naked tits. 

Just then the door opened again. It was Dave, standing there bare-chested, 
his legs spread wide apart, a smirk on his face. He was holding something. A 
whip! Christine caught sight of the instrument and skittered back like a 
terrified animal, screaming wildly while covering her face with both hands. 

Dave cracked the whip, the knotted ends chewing into the girl's right leg. 
Elena cried out, lunging forward, both hands stretched out. She would tear 
that awful thing from his hands and kill him with it. He'd feel the kiss of 
the leather and see how he enjoyed it. 

"Hey, that's the way, baby! A little spirit!" 

Dave backed away, letting Elena grip the whip and try to jerk it from his 
hands. He stepped back, drawing the woman out of the small room until she 
had stepped over the doorway. Christine was still shrieking inside as he 
kicked the door shut, locking it securely. 

"Now, for some fun play." 

Shoving Elena back, Dave gripped the whip tightly in his right hand once 
again, cocking his arm back, then letting the leather snake hiss through the 
air. It was some time before Elena realized the battle had changed. She was 
outside the room, away from her daughter, on the defensive once again. And 
there cutting through the air, sizzling as if it were on fire, was the whip. 

"No!" 

The leather bit into her belly flesh just below her ribs, making the woman 
scream and fall to her knees. The pain was mind-shattering. The leather had 
left a long red mark on her flesh, taking the wind from Elena's lungs. She 
reeled back, putting out one hand protectively while scooting away on her 
knees. Stretching her arms out to either side of her body, she looked for 
something to grip, something to pull herself up on her feet. Again the 
leather whip came down, this time the knotted ends chewing into her tit 
flesh. 

"Owwwwww!" 

Elena shot back on her ass, her head striking the side of the large wooden 
torture wheel. The woman somehow managed to get to her feet, her fingers 
clutching at the wheel. 

"Go on, bitch, run around, run away from me. You aren't gonna get very far. 
Christine found that out. And when I caught up with her, that was it, baby." 

Dave seemed to be all around her, lashing out with the whip, sometimes 
hitting her, sometimes striking the leather against the wall. 

Elena stumbled, falling face-forward on the floor. Dave was there in an 
instant, doubling the whip and beating the leather up against her ass. She 
screamed and screamed, beating the floor with her fists. And still he kept 
hitting her. She could hear his breath whistling behind her. He was flogging 
at the backs of her knees, her thighs, the dry smacking sound of the leather 
against her flesh a torment to her ears. 

Her ass was on fire. Elena thought she could feel her skin splitting while 
her asscheeks heated, reddening to scarlet. The blazing pain of her ass 
radiated to her cunt, making more juice run from her cunt hole. Oh, it was 
happening again! All the pain, all the agony she had suffered was turning 
into something much more, something far greater than pain or pleasure. It 
was awful, disgusting. But there it was, facing her, and there was little 
she could do about it. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

He had one foot on the back of her neck, the heel of his boot pressing down 
hard against her upper spine. With the whip now slipped around her throat, 
Elena once more felt the choking sensation of something trying to deprive 
her of oxygen. It was horrid! She jerked her hands up, her fingers flailing 
desperately with the leather. But there was little she could do. He had her 
trapped, his foot threatening to break her neck if she moved too much. And 
there he was, pullzooing up on leather, choking her with the whip while 
rubbing his filthy soles on her flesh. "Uh!" 

The whip left her throat as he stepped back, kicking her sharply in the 
right side. Elena doubled over, her hands clutching at her belly while she 
felt another blow that stung the flesh in her asscrack. A more directed blow 
caught her shitter, yanking it out of shape and sending a biting shock 
racing through her asshole and finally into her clit. 

"No way you can get outta here," Dave said, guessing her intention. 

With a slashing overhead stroke, Dave tore the end of the whip down the 
valley of her asscrack. The leather once more stung across her gray-pink 
shitter, making her ass muscles spasm uncontrollably. The woman screamed 
while scrambling away from the pain. She was nearly mindless now, unable to 
judge which direction was which. Elena flopped backward, banging her head 
against the wheel, half getting up only to find herself sprawled on the 
basement floor, that dreadful whip striping her back again and again. 

"Nooooo!" 

She tangled her hair in something. Gears to that wheel! Dave was nearly on 
top of her now, releasing some sort of lever. The wheel was moving! She 
heard the rumbling, felt the gears pulling her hair by the roots, tugging 
her head toward the machinery. It would mash her head, crush her skull and 
mangle her body! "Eaghhghghghggh!" 

Dave beat the soles of her feet with the whip now, smashing it across her 
ribcage while he watched her struggling against the wheel. Gravity was 
turning it now, the actual machinery being quiet. But the gears were doing 
their job, pulling her under the gear box, ripping her hair while Elena 
screeched and yammered. Already she could hear the meshing sounds of those 
horrid teeth coming together inches from her face. She smelled the grease 
and knew that in a moment her skull would crush under the heavy wheels 
turning above her. 

It stopped. Dave threw the lever back again, putting on the brake. Blinking 
and looking up, Elena found herself staring directly into a gear wheel. 
Surely that thing would have come down onto her face, caving it in, ending 
her miserable life. She shivered, nearly vomiting as the thought of her 
near-death sickened her. 

"Don't be such a fuckin' baby. Saved your life, didn't I?" 

Dave had her by the heels, pulling her out, ripping the hair from her scalp 
as strands remained imprisoned in the gears. The woman panted heavily. She 
had nearly been killed. Thrashing about the floor, she began screaming, 
jerking her knees up while flailing at nothing. Dave laughed at her 
wildness, kicking her in the ass, beating her face with the whip, hitting 
her again and again until he crashed through to her senses. 

Elena grew limp, her body stretched on the floor belly up. Again Dave 
slipped the whip under her throat, looping it around and pulling her back. 
Elena jerked her knees up, brought back to her senses by the sudden pressure 
against her windpipe. He was dragging her on her ass, pulling her across the 
floor with the whip wrapped like a tight collar around her throat. 

The woman kicked back, scooting around like a spider, her arms and legs 
futilely trying to keep up with Dave's pace. He stopped by a large wooden 
pillar similar to the one she had been roped to earlier. 

The pressure around her throat eased. Bringing both hands to her tits, Elena 
coughed violently, shaking her head from side to side. Awful, awful! His 
madness was getting worse. And she could tell from his look and his 
breathing that he wasn't through. Well, let him do his worst. At least he 
was leaving Christine alone. She could absorb his punishment. She could live 
with it. But her daughter was too young, far too young for this horror. 

"Now, you've been good so far. We've gotta find out just what your limits 
are." 

"Limits?" 

"Here, move around." He was kicking her again, forcing her to spin about on 
her ass until she was facing the pillar. "Spread 'em." 

Kicking her thighs apart, Dave pushed his boot right into her cuntal crack. 
The move was so sudden, so unexpected that Elena jerked back, her jaw 
opening while her nostrils flared. Dave grinned, rubbing the boot toe up and 
down, twisting it around until it had actually begun to enter her pussy. 

"No!" 

"You're not in any kinda position to tell me to stop, bitch!" 

Stepping back, Dave forced her forward, her legs spread and encircling the 
pillar. It was then Elena realized a cross beam had been nailed near the 
bottom of the pillar-approximately eight inches from the floor. He now 
pulled out several short pieces of quarter-inch nylon line, telling Elena to 
scoot forward a little more while putting her hands atop the cross beam. 

"Now, I think you're gonna find this fuckin' unusual. Even me and your 
daughter ain't tried somethin' like this. Brand new, and all for you. Shit, 
wonder if my brother'd freak if he could see his old lady makin' it with me 
... and like this." 

Again Elena felt sick, knowing full well Dave was enjoying this all the more 
because of his family relationship with her and Christine. It added spice to 
an already heady stew. 

The nylon line cut into her chafed wrists as he looped the rope neatly 
around her right wrist, cinching it tight in a double figure-eight. The 
woman moved her fingers, feeling them growing a bit cold as the rope cut 
into her flesh. She watched helplessly as Dave moved to her other wrist, 
pressing the nylon cord into her wrist and securing it. He had twisted her 
arms around so her elbows were turned toward the pillar. It was now that the 
cross beam and the ties reminded her of something. Crucifixion! It was an 
upsidedown cross. She pulled away, horrified at this kind of outrage to God. 

"No, no, Dave! Oh my God, what are you doing? This isn't ... no, no, no!" 

Grunting, he grabbed both ankles, ignoring the wild attempts Elena made of 
kicking free. Jerking them up, he pulled her hard up against the cross beam, 
her shoulders sliding forward and up against the wood. In a moment he had 
Elena upside down, her arms stretched to either side of her body, her head 
resting on the floor while her ankles were being pressed against the cross 
beam. It took some doing, but Dave was up to it. Holding her legs firmly 
with one hand he slipped a longer piece of nylon line around her ankles, 
binding one to the other first in a series of looping figure-eights, then 
attaching them both to an eye hook driven securely into the top of the 
wooden support beam. He tugged hard, ensuring the line would remain firmly 
knotted to the wood. 

"Now, ain't that a pretty picture?" 

Elena groaned, feeling the blood rushing to her head. He had crucified her 
upside down, binding her wrists tightly to the lower beam while roping her 
ankles together at the top of the column. 

"This is horrid!" Elena gasped, shaking her head, feeling faint from the 
rush of blood. 

"It ain't all. This is nothin', baby. Just the start." 

Elena watched in horror as he moved about the room, pulling what appeared to 
be a small gray box on a moving stand from behind the wheel. Several black 
wires jiggled and bounced around as he drew the device next to her. Taking 
one of the wires from the top of the box, Dave examined it, then moved it 
around so Elena could see it better. Immediately the brunette saw a small 
metal clamp with tiny teeth, attached to the black cord. She struggled 
against her bonds, moving her ass against the wood as he dropped down, 
opening the tiny jaws and bringing them up to her nipples. 

"Uhhhhhh!" The teeth! Oh, how they bit cruelly into the sensitive nipple! 

Elena closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as Dave attached the second 
clamp to her other nipple. He jiggled the wires purposely, forcing the 
clamps to chew down on her nipples. 

"No, no, no more! No more!" 

Dave reached behind the box and pulled out a long thick object-nearly eleven 
inches long, from what Elena could gather at this distance. 

In a flash she knew it was a dildo, something he was going to shove in her 
cunt to torment her further. She gasped, her eyes wide, her nostrils flaring 
once again as the big man rubbed it up and down her pussylips, touching her 
clit again and again. 

"You know what this is? Something you've probably used a whole lot after my 
brother died," he sneered, fucking it into her cunt, then pulling it out. 
"But there's something different about this. It ain't an ordinary dildo." 

He pulled it from her cunt hole and held it in front of the woman. Elena saw 
tiny studs bulging out all around the pink latex sides of the fake cock. 

"It's gotta metal inner core-something to make it nice and stiff, and 
something to conduct electricity. You'll find out soon enough." 

Dave was nearly frothing at the mouth with excitement as he inserted the 
dildo into her pussy. She arched her spine, feeling the latex thing 
spreading her itchy cuntal walls apart. Already they were growing warm and 
squiggly, snugging up to the horrid invader. She squirmed as much as she 
could, curling her toes as her brother-in-law fucked the dildo all the way 
into her cunt hole. 

"Besides, there's a thing with those nubs. They're good and pointy. When the 
current's on they start moving back and forth on an electromagnetic charge. 
It's something else-or so I've been told." 

"No, no, take it out!" 

Dave ignored her cries, taking a long stiff wire and inserting it up her 
shitter. Again Elena squirmed, feeling the uncomfortable sensation of the 
metal being poked into her ass. Oh, how the pincers clamped on her nipples 
and bit into her tit flesh. And yet ... and yet in spite of all this she 
felt her cunt aroused to the pitch of a blast furnace. Her cunt juices were 
boiling, wetting down the dildo and spilling onto her thighs. It was 
something Dave noticed with pleasure as he moved to the generator and turned 
on the switch. 

"Oh!" Elena heard the humming and knew the moment of truth was around the 
corner. 

Reaching around, Dave turned the small black dial a fraction of an inch to 
the right. The machine hummed more loudly, the needle inside the glassed-in 
voltage indicator jumping silently. Elena felt it. She felt that faint pulse 
chewing into her nipples. And there between her legs, the dildo came to 
life. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

It was moving-or so it seemed! She saw Dave was right. Those tiny nubs were 
stirring about, sending electric pulses into her cunt while pushing out from 
the surface and stabbing with prickly sensations into her pussy walls. 
Squirming up against the wood again, her ass flattening against the beam, 
Elena whimpered like a puppy afraid of the dark and hungry for affection. 

Dave was giving her what she wanted, what she needed. Oh, God in heaven, 
that was true enough. 

Gooseflesh erupted all over her body, her ass muscles tightening around the 
wire driven into her shitter. It was as if a small animal had somehow 
crawled up into her ass and was nibbling around her bowels. She squirmed 
again, tensing, waiting for what she knew was sarely to come. 

And what was going to come was more than the pain inflicted by Dave. Her 
cunt. Her dammed cunt was betraying her again, making her hot, so very hot 
and willing to submit to his terrors. The more he threw at her, the hotter 
her pussy grew until she could nearly smell her clit singeing down to a 
burned nub. no 

"Oh!" 

He twisted the dial a little farther to the right, standing back and 
watching. Her ass felt clogged this time, her shitter muscles working so 
frantically and spastically Elena was afraid she would lose control and 
disgrace herself. The clamps on her nipples actually seemed to be chewing. 
It was as if they had somehow come to life. 

"Ohhhh ... no, no, it can't be happening! Uhhhh ... oh God, no, take it 
out!" 

And that thing in her pussy! She marveled at what was happening there 
between her splayed thighs. Elena felt the tiny nubs biting into her cuntal 
walls, making her jerk her knees back and forth. More current leaped through 
her body, taking control of her functions. There was a buzzing that drove 
her mad in her head while her tits jumped. The nipples were swollen now, 
pressing up against the clamps. 

"Not bad. No screams yet. You're stronger than I thought." He switched it up 
another notch. 

Elena screamed this time, feeling the muscles in her belly and thighs knot 
up painfully. She tugged wildly at the ropes holding her arms stretched wide 
apart while her legs shivered against the wooden column. Dave saw more 
cuntal juice running over her pussy mound, matting down her pussy hairs. He 
laughed, moving the dial one notch higher. 

It was like something hitting her cunt, tits and ass again and again. The 
aftershock felt like glass shards barely scratching her distended nipples 
and clit. Her asshole recoiled, a fist of warm air bursting from her shitter 
and nearly dislodging the wire shoved all the way in. She thought about 
shitting all over herself again, amazed she was able to somehow control 
herself. Oh, something like that would make Dave happy, She could just 
imagine his coarse laughter as her bowels let loose, sending shit all over 
her back and sides. Through a supreme effort Elena managed to keep herself 
together. 

Dave cranked the switch a bit higher. Elena felt as if she had been struck 
by a car. Her tits and belly and cunt were jolted. Her joints throbbed and 
ached while her bones felt as if they were shattering under the force of the 
current. 

"Yeaghghghghh!" 

She didn't know how much more she could take before feeling her heart burst. 
Elena knew she wouldn't pass out. The electricity rushing through her body 
would prevent that from happening. The only thing she knew for certain was 
the orgasm poised for eruption. Oh God, her body was writhing and beating 
against that makeshift cross, her flesh was burning because of the high 
current, and all she could think about was the climax about to blow through 
her cunt. 

Dave could take no more. His balls ached and throbbed with the sight of 
Elena squirming about like a mad woman. He shut down the machine, reaching 
down and tearing the pincers from her nipples. Elena screamed in frustration 
when the big stud removed the dildo, purposely twisting it around and around 
and touching her clit with it. Her cuntal walls crashed down against one 
another, clasping thin air. Cursing to himself, Dave pulled out the wire 
from her ass. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" 

Elena was still quivering and jerking and sobbing while Dave unzipped his 
Levi's and pushed them down hurriedly. She wanted him, wanted him so badly! 

"Take this, baby!" 

Not her mouth! Oh God, not her mouth! She wanted something in her pussy, 
something that would take care of that horrid itch. But Dave was determined 
to have her this way. Straddling her head, bending his cock down, the big 
man shoved his cockmeat into her mouth, stretching her lips widely while 
starting to lick into her pussy. Oh, perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after 
all! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Elena felt the softness of his mouth engulf her cunt while she sucked hard 
on his hard cock. It was so difficult sucking his cock while strapped upside 
down. Her clit, asshole and nipples still sang with the sting of the 
electric current. And the frantic way Dave was mouth-fucking her made it 
almost impossible for the woman to catch her breath. Still, she started 
feeling that climax she had sensed earlier begin boiling once more. He was 
licking her clit like a calf licking us a block of salt. At times he tipped 
his stiffened tongue down into her pussy, scraping it around her pussy walls 
while brushing his nose again and again against her clit. 

For only a brief moment, the only reality was that warm, moist softness 
sweeping over her pussy, dipping into her cunt while she deep-throated the 
fat cock. She could already taste the salty, bleachy flavor of his pre-cum 
as it washed around her mouth. Elena knew that meant only one thing. Her 
brother-in-law was about to cum, about to spray his cum-load into her 
throat. She swallowed hard, her nose flattening against his groin as he kept 
on mouth-fucking her with those hard forward shoves. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" 

Elena stiffened. Her clit was sputtering, throbbing so hard she thought it 
would tear off! Dave sucked down on the small bud, licking her clit, nipping 
it with his front teeth while she came and came and came. The woman threw 
her body as best she could against the wooden column, her biceps knotting 
while her thighs ridged from the delightful tension in her cunt. Juice 
sprayed from her cunt hole, wetting down Dave's cheeks as flames of 
incredible goodness licked up her legs and into her cunt. Oh, it was so 
good, so very good having that cumming feeling soaring through her pussy. 
"Uhhfhfhffff!" 

Her orgasm was the trigger for Dave's. The big stud gripped her asscheeks, 
sinking his fingers into the soft resilient flesh while he jammed his finger 
all the way down Elena's throat. She could feel the hot meaty cockhead 
pressing hard against her tonsils. There was a tentative spray of jism, then 
a series of hard ones. She coughed several times, working her throat muscles 
to swallow the incredible gouts of hot spunk shooting from his prickhead. 
She could hear him grunting, could feel him grunting into her pussy while he 
shot his cum-load. 

"Good bitch. Real good bitch," Dave sighed, finishing his climax. 

Elena sagged on the upside-down cross, her body exhausted by the ordeal. She 
was covered with perspiration, her flesh still warm from the climax that had 
racked her body. Dave pulled away, slipping his softening prick from between 
her lips. Regaining his balance, he first untied the woman's wrists, then 
moved up to her ankles and released her legs. 

Elena slid to the floor, drawing her knees up against her tits and covering 
her eyes with one hand. Was he going to let her go? Was he going to throw 
both her and her daughter into the street and laugh at them? How could she 
ever face Christine, having done what she did right in front of her own 
daughter? 

"Come on, baby I need a beer. And it looks like you need some rest. What say 
I invite some of my buddies over? You know, have a bunch of 'em take a look 
at you and the bitch in there," Dave said, nodding in the direction of the 
small locked room. 

"No! No! We won't be meat for you," Elena shouted, drawing back with horror. 

"You don't have a choice," Dave snarled, grabbing her hard around the upper 
right arm and pulling her up from the floor. 

He shook her violently, then pulled her back to the room, slamming her back 
against the door. They both could hear Christine scream at that sudden 
sound. 

"Don't ... don't hurt her anymore. You can do what you want with me...." 

"I'll just bet I can," Dave said, opening the door and throwing Elena in. 

The woman stumbled forward, crashing to her knees, then sprawling onto the 
floor. Turning, she tried to spin to her feet and fling herself out the 
doorway in desperation. But Dave had locked the door quickly, slipping two 
bolts across the molding before retiring to the kitchen upstairs. 

"I can't believe this is happening. I just can't," Elena said, pushing the 
hair from her eyes and staring blankly. 

"Mother, it is happening! I thought I was going crazy, too. But it's Uncle 
Dave who's crazy. He's ... I don't know, like another person now. I don't 
know what happened to him, but he likes hurting people," Christine said in 
sighing whispers, drawing close to her mother. 

"I know. I ... I saw that," Elena agreed, folding one arm around her 
daughtre and hugging her close. 

"Then, what are we going to do, Mother?" 

Elena closed her eyes and lowered her head, feeling helpless. 

"I ... I really don't know. We've got to get out of here. Maybe your Uncle 
Dave'll grow tired of this and let us go. And then ... we can never come 
back here, understand, Christine? No matter what he says afterward, we must 
never ever come back here," Elena insisted, her voice growing cold and hard. 

"Oh no, Mother, never," Christine agreed, cuddling against her mother. 

Elena and Christine lay there for nearly an hour, waiting, waiting for Dave 
to come back down and let them go. It was starting to grow very cold down 
there. Even huddled together like two refugees, both women were starting to 
feel a growing ache in their bones. 

After a while both heard the unsteady stumbling of Dave descending the 
stairs. Drunk, Elena thought, wondering if that would give her the 
opportunity of escaping. Drunk men were less careful, less cautious. Perhaps 
she and her daughter would find some moment, some weakness and take 
advantage of it. 

"Mother ... there's somebody else with him!" 

It was true! Elena leaned forward, holding tightly onto her daughter and 
listening. There were two sets of feet shuffling toward the door. Had he 
called someone else? Were they going to be victims of a gang-fuck? Elena 
drew back, sheltering her daughter as best she could as someone rattled the 
locks. She could hear muffled cursing. Then the door creaked open, the 
yellow light once again flooding blindingly into the small, damp room. 

"There they are, Butch. This here's Butch 

... short for Butcher," Dave slurred, leaning heavily against one side of 
the doorway. 

Elena shaded her eyes, seeing a tall, dark-haired man standing next to Dave. 
He wasn't as drunk as his friend, but he was holding a beer bottle in one 
hand. 

"Man, you sure they're okay? I don't dig fuckin' illegals or somethin' like 
that. I don't wanna come down with nothin'," Butch said, turning to his 
friend. 

"Look, I said I already put 'em through the mill," Dave said with some 
exasperation. "It's my fuckin' sister-in-law and her daughter. They look 
like shit. But man, they fuck like bunnies. Trust me." 

"I dunno," Butch said dubiously, rubbing his black beard. 

"Come on. Both of you. Stand up and come over here!" Dave shouted, gesturing 
to both women with one hand while spilling some of his beer with the other. 

Reluctantly, Elena and Christine rose from the floor, still hugging one 
another. The dim light illuminated their lithe bodies. Standing, their tits 
sitting high on their chests, their cunts visible through the matted pussy 
hair, both appeared more attractive than ever. Butch let out a long, low 
whistle, nodding in approval. 

"Glad you called me, buddy," he said, clapping Dave on the back of the neck. 

"You owe me one. Thought we'd have ourselves a little party, you know? And 
these sluts really know how to throw one," Dave said. "There ain't nothin' 
... and I mean nothin' you can do that won't make 'em moan with real fuckin' 
pleasure." 

"We'll see about that," Butch said ominously. 

"Come on out, bitch. Come on, you and the little slut there," Dave ordered. 

Elena and Christine moved slowly forward, trembling against one another, 
their eyes big, fixed on the two drunken men still in the doorway. 

"Come on. Don't be shy. You sure weren't so fuckin' shy when I had you suck 
my cock." 

"She's gonna do a lot more 'n' that. Come on." 

Butch took Christene first, grabbing her from her mother and swinging her 
around. The girl screamed, her legs becoming entangled with one another. She 
pitched forward, falling to her knees, cracking them against the hard cold 
concrete floor. Butch kept twisting her around until she was sitting on her 
ass. Still screaming, Christine felt those cruel fingers twist about in her 
hair and start pulling on it, dragging her across the floor. Desperately, 
she started clawing her fingernails against the hairy flesh of his arm. 
Butch swung around and slammed one heavy paw against her face, shattering it 
against her nose and stunning her into silence. "No, no, stop!" 

Elena tried running to her daughter's defense, horrified at what she had 
seen. Dave tripped her, doubling his fists and bringing them down hard 
against the back of her neck. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

The blow was enough to knock Elena half senseless. She felt her knees 
buckling as she slumped to the floor, her mind spinning. Someone was pulling 
her across the floor by one leg, banging her head carelesly against 
something. 

"Noooo, don't!" Christine screamed. 

Christene had spent the last few hours cringing in terror in that small 
room. While her Uncle Dave had crucified her mother she had heard the 
screams, the cries of pain, and finally the moans of ecstasy. Although she 
couldn't see what was happening, the teenager had a good idea what was going 
on. 

Now here was this new threat, this new man ... Butch, short for Butcher. She 
could only guess how he had gotten his name. 

"Owwwww! Oh, stop! Mother! Help me! Somebody, help me!" 

Christine was wild with despair and terror. This was a new man, a new person 
with new limits. He pulled her around the floor by the hair, at times 
stopping and hitting Christine across the face in an effort to keep her from 
crying out. They finally stopped at a long, low table to the right of that 
dreadful wheel. Butch looked at the big wheel then down at Christine. 

"Yeah, he's had you on that. The knives are still in it. You enjoy that, 
bitch?" 

"No! No! I never enjoyed anything around here!" she screamed back. 

"Not what I hear," Butch said, slipping both hands under her arms and 
lifting her from the floor. His fingers bruised her flesh as he drew her up 
to his face, sticking his tongue down her throat while shaking her 
violently. Christine screamed, pulling her head away and spitting out his 
vile saliva. 

"No, put me down! Never!" she shouted, nearly freeing herself from his 
filthy grip. 

"Bitch!" 

Throwing her onto the table, Butch slapped her twice with the back of his 
right hand, his knuckles bruising her chin and knocking her into submission. 

"Not again. Oh God, not again. Not happening to me again!" Christine wept, 
feeling a sickening feeling grip her heart. 

He was stretching her arms behind her, pulling first the right one back and 
pressing it hard against the wood. She could feel leather thongs being 
slipped around the wrist, cinched tight. Butch moved to her other arm, 
securing it to another piece of leather. 

"There. You ain't gonna be movin' around so much. Now for the legs." 

More straps, more restraint! Christine sighed with exhaustion. There were 
ropes for her ankles, hemp ropes that itched and burned against her flesh as 
Butch looped them around her ankles and secured them to the wood. 

"You know, this ain't no regular table," he said, moving around to her face 
once more. 

Christine rolled her head around and looked up at him. She noticed that 
cock-bulge, that all-too-familiar bulge in his pants as he kept talking to 
her. 

"This is gonna be lots of fun for me. Ain't used this for some time. But 
think I remember how it goes." 

"Christine!" 

It was her mother screaming out her name from the other side of the room. 
The girl tried lifting her head from the table. But the restraints were too 
tight, too confining. 

"Gonna add one more thing-one thing that's gonna make it real fun for you. 
Hey Dave, where the fuck've you put the hoods-you know, the ones with the 
piss tubes in 'em?" 

"In the cabinet ... over there," Dave grunted, subduing the struggling woman 
under his legs. 

Christine lay there, her back starting to hurt her as the wood splinters on 
the table bit into her asscheeks. She thought about this table, about what 
little she'd seen while being hauled up like some sack of potatoes. There 
were gears, she thought, near the foot and head of it. What on earth were 
they used for? There was shuffling behind her, shuffling that told her Butch 
was back. Raising her head just a little and rolling her eyes around, 
Christine saw Butch behind her, holding a black leather hood in one hand. 
She gasped, knowing full well that was for her. 

"No! Sick! This is sick! Please, don't do this to me! Oh God, no!" 

She wriggled on the table, pulling at the bonds holding her wrists and 
ankles, her muscles knotting up once more and bulging out against her 
sweaty-damp flesh. What was so strange about that hood was a long plastic 
tube inserted into a mouth opening. It had been stitched securely there. 
Butch didn't say another word, lifting her head a little with one hand while 
slipping the hood over the top of her head. Christine kept on screaming, 
trying to shake the dreadful thing from her head. It was a tight fit, the 
leather pressing hard against her flesh. She felt more panic the moment the 
hood covered her eyes, blocking out all vision. And still it descended over 
her head, pressing against her nose, cutting off oxygen for a moment. 

"Nooooo!" 

The airholes finally fitted over her nostrils, providing the teenager with 
some relief. Then the rest of the mask slipped over her face, Butch 
fastening it tightly around her throat with some leather drawstrings just 
under her chin. Christine lay back down, panting heavily, feeling as if she 
were taking part in one of the most unnatural acts in the world. Was her 
mother watching? Was she a witness to this horror? 

"Now we start," Butch said. 

Christine stiffened at those words. Butch was just behind her. She felt the 
table vibrating. Then there was movement. Oh God, there was movement, the 
top of the table moving back, stretching her arms more tightly above her 
body. It was a rack! Christine tried letting out a shout. But the hood had 
no mouth opening. Only the plastic tube provided air, and that was being 
inserted down now into her mouth, past her front teeth, against the flat of 
her tongue. It was nearly impossible for the girl to groan, let alone to 
make any coherent sound. 

"Like it, Christine? Enjoy stretching? Just like at the gym." 

"Uhhhhhfhhfff!" 

He turned the gears another notch. Christine arched her spine, beating her 
body against the rack. She thought she felt something pop in her shoulders. 
The pain was racing through her body now. At times she could feel Butch's 
fingers running along her body, his fingertips tracing the rim of her cunt. 
Then there would be another turn of the notch, another tightening of the 
thongs around her wrists-and more pain. 

Christine thought he was going to pull her body apart. She had heard they'd 
done that in ancient times, pulling people in half. This rack could do it! 
She screamed again, terror gripping her as the gears slipped to another 
notch, making the girl fear her joints would soon be pulled apart. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Eaghghghghgh!" 

Butch turned the crank yet another notch up. Christine was finding the 
ability to shriek around that awful-tasting latex tube pressing against her 
tongue. The pain was excruciating. He was almost tearing her arms from her 
body. She could nearly feel them starting to separate from her torso while 
her knees throbbed with the agony of the stretching. Perspiration washed 
over her face, threatening to drown her under that tight-fitting leather 
hood. 

It was then that Butch secured the wheel in that position, moving up to the 
tube and pulling down his pants. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

Had it all stopped? Christine was about to feel something like hope spring 
around her heart when she felt the tube moving against her tongue. Something 
was up. There was more to follow, perhaps something so disgusting that the 
stretching would seem merely an overture to the main work. She waited, 
panting heavily, her fingers curling and uncurling, her toes fanned out. 

She tasted something warm, something salty stinging against her tongue. He 
was pouring something through the tube into tier mouth. And then ... and 
then there was an odor she picked up suddenly, something that reminded her 
of ... of piss! Piss! Oh God, he was pissing in the tube, forcing his urine 
down her mouth and into her belly! 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

The piss came faster and faster, splashing around her throat, covering her 
teeth, then spattering over her tonsils until it oozed down into her belly. 
It was too much! Christine tried shouting, tried screaming out her horror, 
her indignation. But she quickly realized any sort of screaming would make 
her choke and thus endanger her life. She had to swallow the horrid stuff. 

"That's it baby, that's it, work that throat, take my piss!" 

Christine wanted to vomit. She wanted to throw up the awful piss splashing 
down her throat. He was using her as a toilet while stretching her body 
painfully across this wood. But she could only be her own worst enemy. Maybe 
that's what he was trying to do. She did her best to keep her mind, 
swallowing the awful piss, feeling it spray again and again against the back 
of her throat. Above her she could hear Butch chuckling, enjoying what was 
going on. 

He moved his cock away from the tube. Now she felt the piss splashing across 
her tits, stinging her nipples, collecting in a warm pool around her navel. 
He moved the stream down, down to her cunt, splashing it around her pussy. 
She could feel the narrow yellow stream spraying on her pussylips, droplets 
stinging her clit. And the smell! Those nose slits in the hood enabled her 
to smell herself being pissed on. It was awful! She was a toilet, the big 
man's urinal. And he was laughing at her. 

"Hey, Butch, come on, don't stink up the whole fuckin' basement. Gotta live 
here, you know," Dave called out. 

"Man, what you do down here's the same thing," Butch called back. 

Christine felt the stream finally abating. He couldn't piss forever. Then 
finally it was over. She felt a few drops of piss strike her legs and 
guessed he was shaking off the remaining drops. Then he was back at the 
wheel, unhitching the lock and turning it tighter. 

Her body had stretched a bit with the pressure. Now he was increasing it 
once more, the thongs tearing at her wrists, the pressure threatening to rip 
her limbs from her torso. Christine chewed on the piss-smeared rubber tube, 
shrieking, feeling her shoulders throb and ache. Her breath was coming in 
shorter and shorter pants while she was choking on her own spit. No! This 
was going to be the end of her. She would die like this, stretched to death, 
covered in stinking piss. Animals deserved better! 

"Ughhghghhhh!" 

It stopped again. Thank God, the stretching had stopped once more. She felt 
fingers unlacing the leather around her throat, fingers pulling the hood 
from her face. Christine blinked, turning her head from the overhead light 
nearly blinding her. 

"You look real pretty, you know? Stretched out on that thing, helpless," 
Butch said. 

It was then Christine caught sight of something that took her breath away. 
Her mother, roped in some awful obscene way. Dave had apparently thrown her 
on her belly, then tied her wrists together, then roped them to her ankles 
until her mother was resting on her stomach in the shape of a U. Dragged to 
a point about midway in the room, the woman had been attached to a rope 
secured overhead by a set of pulleys. Uncle Dave then pulled her up from the 
floor, and Elena now hung like an obscene chandelier, swinging slightly, 
watching her daughter's disgrace. 

"Oh, Mother...." 

"Christine. Oh God, I'm so sorry. I never thought this would happen." 

"Get the fire going," Dave said, nodding in the direction of the cabinet. 
"We're gonna make sure you don't forget this little session, baby." 

Christine wasn't going to look around any longer. She heard the noises, 
winced when pieces of metal clattered to the floor, but still refused to 
look ... until he brought them into her view. "No!" 

Pincers, rods, branding irons! It was a bouquet of horror! The tongs looked 
particularly threatening. Christine stared in wild disbelief at the man as 
he dropped them to the floor with a clatter. Dave was helping him, dragging 
what appeared to be a green-colored iron bowl. Beneath it on a movable table 
was a small blue propane tank. It was this her Uncle Dave was adjusting, 
switching on, then finally igniting with a match drawn from his pocket. 
There were coals or something inside the bowl, something that would heat up 
and would in turn make the iron implements glow. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

"This'll be a good lover, Christine. This'll be better than your uncle, 
even," Butch said, hefting an iron branding iron and whooshing it through 
the air. 

Christine shuddered, her eyes rounded, focused on the wretched thing. He was 
going to drive that awful thing into her pussy, drive it up to the brown 
wooden handle. 

Time seemed to stand still. Christine felt as if she were alone in a world 
gone mad. 

"Nooooo!" 

"Oh, not my daughter, no, no!" 

"Shut up! You'll probably be next." 

Christine shivered, her back arching. He was touching her cunt with the tip 
of the iron now, rubbing it up against her pussylips and drawing it forward 
until it touched her clit. It was cold now. Ice cold. But Christine knew in 
a few moments it would be heating up in the bowl. She could hear the hissing 
sound of the propane, could even feel the heat from the coals nearby. This 
was awful, the most horrible thing that had happened to her and her mother 
since they had been trapped here. Branded! And in this way! 

"Oh, no, no, don't hurt me, don't touch me there!" 

Butch was. moving that thing around, twisting it about, reaming out her 
pussy with the cold iron until her pussy started warming it up. 

Butch smiled. "Your uncle was right. Even though he fucks beer bottles for 
fun, he sure has 'em pegged with bitches. He saw you com-in' a long way up 
the road, baby. And man, you sure will take anything up that pussy, just as 
long as it's good 'n' hot." 

"Come on, hurry it up, Butch. Ain't got all night," Dave said, grabbing a 
set of tongs and moving over to Elena. 

Christine could hear her mother screaming in pain now as Dave began tugging 
and tearing at her nipples with the awful instrument. 

"Aghghghghg!" 

Now it was Christine's turn to scream. But this time it wasn't from pain. 
Butch had rammed the dildo-like branding iron in her cunt, twisting it 
around and around while making sure the rough, rusty surface touched her 
clit. Despite what she thought about Butch and what was happening to her, 
she came. She climaxed, the quickness and sharpness of her orgasm surprising 
her. The awful thing was fucking deeper and deeper into her, threatening to 
tear her pussy to pieces. The metal raked her clit. She screamed again, her 
climax flushing from her cunt and radiating to all parts of her body. The 
final fuck. Oh God, this would be her final fuck, her final lover. That was 
what Butch or somebody had said. He was going to kill her with this thing, 
gut her body while her mother watched helplessly. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

As sickening as this was, as frightening as it was, there was a wonderful 
part to all this. Christine wept with confusion and pleasure, feeling her 
cunt tightening on the cold intrusion. Explosions went off in her cunt, 
echoing through her body and shaking it violently. Each explosion was 
building to a higher pitch, a more satisfying cum. And still Butch fucked at 
her pussy with that thing. Christine thought death could be good if someone 
was fucking you with something like that. 

"Uhhhh ... oooohhhh!" 

Keep turning. Keep turning. She wanted to whisper that to him as she fought 
for air to feed her lungs. Her asscheeks flexed, her body shining with sweat 
again as yet another round of climaxes smashed through her. 

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." 

She was crying out that dreadful word, feeling her mind explode into 
millions of pieces, not caring any longer what was happening to her except 
that her pussy was tightening, relaxing, then tightening again, milking the 
iron rod, trying to drag it in deeper. 

"No, not that way, not yet," he muttered, pulling the iron from her cunt and 
flinging it into the bowl. 

Christine pulled and twisted against the tongs, rolling her eyes up and 
watching as sparks drifted up toward the ceiling. He was stirring the 
branding iron in the bowl, holding it by the wooden handle and purposely 
making a racket, watching the terror mount on the girl's face. Christine 
laughed, sharp and hysterical. The big stud started to laugh as well, his 
chest rising and falling, their naked mixed cries clattering against the 
walls. Christine tensed, fear crawling like a slimy animal over her belly. 
In the bowl of coals, the iron crackled and hissed. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Dave had attached the two tongs to Elena's dangling tits, the iron jaws 
biting cruelly into her nipples. The woman shrieked, her face white with 
agony while her legs trembled. Her shoulders had been nearly broken from the 
awkward way he had trussed her up and hung her from the ceiling. Perhaps the 
worst torment of all, however, was watching her daughter pitch and roll on 
the rack, waiting for that horrid burning, the branding of the iron. She had 
turned her face away while Butch had fucked the girl with that branding 
iron. But this ... this was going too far. 

Butch walked back and forth, cracking his knuckles, glancing at Elena from 
time to time, then moving his eyes back to Christine. She was like a small 
kitten, mewling and panting, terrified of some unnamed horror that was about 
to descend on her. He licked his lips, his eyes glittering with the 
knowledge of what that pain would be. 

"Noooo...." 

Butch walked up to the bowl and looked in, twisting the wooden handle as if 
it were a barbecue stick. More sparks wafted up toward the ceiling. 
Christine trembled as she watched him drawing the thing from the bowl. 

"Oh God ... no ... no...." 

She whimpered, noticing that the end of the iron was a bright orange, the 
iron farthest away colored a darkish gray. It was hot, hot enough to melt 
through her flesh to the bone. 

"You like this? You think you could take something like this in your cunt 
the way you took it cold?" 

"No! No! Take it away! Take it away!" 

Christine's face whitened, her mouth wide open while rushing air escaped 
through her nostrils. Sheer animal fear gnawed through her belly, almost 
making her faint with terror as she saw the horrid thing come closer to her 
legs. 

"This'll hurt just a little," Butch said, his eyes glistening with 
excitement. "But then you'll be marked for the two of us for life. Man, 
we're gonna have our own branded calf!" 

"No, leave my daugther alone!" 

"Shut up, you fuckin' slut. You're gonna be next, so don't get any ideas." 

Dave slapped the woman hard twice, nearly knocking her into unconsciousness. 
He didn't want to do that. No, he enjoyed watching Elena's horror at seeing 
her only daughter roped on the rack, stretched, then branded like an animal. 

"No ... oh, my God ... no ... don't do this to me ... oh, please! I'll do 
anything." Christine's head shuddered. 

The spasms passed down her shoulders. Her back arched, making her full firm 
tits rise up, the nipples thick, red and stiff. She could feel odd tremors 
pass through her belly, spasms that told the girl she was feeling more than 
the simple terror of a cornered victim. 

"Sure you will. After these things cool down, you'll do what we fuckin' want 
you to do. But right now you'll have to roll along with it." 

"No, oh nooo...." 

Christine tugged at the bonds, forgetting her body had been stretched, 
forgetting the pain she had endured on the rack. Only the branding iron 
mattered. Her eyes widened, her forehead creasing with terror at the sight 
of this instrument of pain. Cunt juice oozed from her pussy while goose 
bumps erupted all over her flesh. 

"Now, for the test." 

"No!" 

But nothing could stop Butch now. He lowered the iron, warming her knees, 
teasing her with it, keeping it at least an inch above her flesh. Even as he 
moved it, the teenager could feel the burning heat singeing her flesh. She 
winced several times, whimpering through her clenched teeth, watching with 
rounded eyes as the horrid iron swept over her thighs, over her belly, 
threatening to land on her nipples and burn them to charred stubs. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

He stopped with the iron over her face, lowering it toward her eyes. 
Christine screamed, jerking her head away. 

"It'd sure be too bad to have them baby blues gone," Butch laughed. "No! No! 
No!" 

His words cut through to her very soul. Christine became hysterical, 
screaming and beating her body against the rack while trying to keep her 
face away from the hot metal rod. He dropped it a little farther, singeing 
the hairs curling around her forehead. She screamed again, her front teeth 
showing between her parted red lips as her shrieks of horror echoed off the 
walls. 

"It's gettin' cool," Butch muttered, moving the iron from her face and 
sticking it back in the bowl. 

"Oh, no, no, you'll kill me! Oh God, you'll kill me!" 

Christine was certain she would die like this. She sobbed wildly, shaking 
the tears from her eyes, rolling them back to watch the iron heating up once 
more in the dark-green bowl. 

Her mother was in little better shape. Elena hung there in agony, the clamps 
drooping from her nipples, distending them, pulling them out of shape as she 
watched her daughter's ordeal. At times Dave stuck some of the instrument 
into her pussy, twisting them around, laughing as her face blanched and 
contorted in spasms of pain and pleasure. "She's hot again." 

"Stop this! No, no, no more, no more pain! No more of this!" 

Christine was nearly whispering to herself, watching the big stud withdraw 
the iron from the bowl and look at it. The tip was that awful glowing orange 
again, the color of near-molten steel. She expected to see sparks flying up 
to the ceiling as he moved around to her once more, hefting the awful iron 
in front of her eyes. 

Again Butch lowered the iron, dropping it now around her cunt. Every nerve 
ending was alive in her body, expectant, waiting for the kiss of the hot 
branding iron. Butch still taunted her, moving it slowly up and down her 
body, careful not to touch her flesh. The scalding heat singed the tender 
skin, making Christine cry out in shame and pain. Then he moved it around 
near her pussy. 

Christine yammered for mercy, pounding her head against the rack. Oh, oh, 
oh! It was the worst thing she had experienced in her young life! The heat 
curled into her cunt gash like a scratching finger, teasing her nerves, 
making her clit stand up on end. When he lowered it a little more, she could 
hear her cunt hairs singeing. 

"Bet I could stick this mother right up there and you'd have one hot fuck 
with it," Butch said, his voice thickening. 

There was the sour stench of burned hair. It was nauseating, like the stink 
of a gutted, incinerated animal. The odor seemed to arouse Butch. His hand 
was shaking, the iron bobbing up and down, threatening to drop and actually 
touch her pussy. 

Again, Christine shrieked, her eyes focused wildly on the bobbing weapon. 
"Christ, no, no, you mustn't. I'll do anything, give you anything! Oh God, 
don't, don't do this to me! Please, don't burn me!" Christine pleaded, her 
words running together in a hysterical plea for mercy. 

The glowing iron slowly advanced. Christine wanted to inch away, to run. But 
the thongs and ropes holding her down were relentless. The heat curled into 
her pussy, finding her clit. She fell back against the rack, screaming now 
in a cry of pleasure as she felt her cunt erupt into climax. 

"You love it, don't you?" Butch spat out. 

"Yes, yes, you son-of-a-bitch!" 

"Then take it all." 

Butch touched the iron to her right thigh, burning a long red mark of her 
flesh. At first Christine felt nothing but the pressure of the iron against 
her thigh. Then the searing awesome agony of that heated iron against her 
body knifed into her brain. The young blonde shrieked at the top of her 
voice. 

Butch quickly took the iron away, examining the mark. 

"Ain't bad. Calves get more. Now you're ours," he said with a grin, tossing 
the iron on the floor. 

"No, no, no!" 

Christine was torn between the pleasure she expected from a rape and the 
agony of her burned leg. Butch didn't care what she felt. Use her then throw 
her away. That was his philosophy. Untying her wrists and ankles, he fell on 
top of her. 

"Uhhhh, no, no, oh God, no, not here, not in front of ... oh God!" 

The two of them writhed. Against her will, she raised her arms to embrace 
him, her mind focusing on the fat cock now pushing back her cuntlips. Butch 
was nearly as big as her uncle. She spread her thighs wider, lifting her ass 
as he fucked his cock into her cunt. She jerked, squeezing him with her 
legs, holding him around the hips with her heels. Hatred and a perverse type 
of pleasure mixed together. Thrashing around, Butch pounded his prickmeat 
into her pussy, bringing her off again and again while her mother looked on 
and wailed in absolute despair. 

"You've taught your slut daughter well," Dave remarked, watching his buddy 
finishing off the exhausted, defeated teenager. "Now it's your turn." 

Elena watched, her eyes growing dim as Christine moaned softly in front of 
her. Her daughter had become what Dave had said-a mindless slut, branded in 
front of her, tortured, torn from her family to be nothing more than some 
fucking machine. And what was she? Hanging there, trussed up in this 
horrible way, clamps hanging from her nipples while her own brother-in-law 
was going to brand her? What was she? 

"Gonna brand your leg ... just like your daughter. Only we'll do 
opposites-kinda like bookends." 

Elena's eyes focused on the glowing iron, the same one Butch had used on her 
daughter. Dave was far more direct, holding the thing in front of her for a 
moment so she could get a good look at what was going to hurt her, then 
dropping it down to her thighs. She felt the heat becoming intense, becoming 
a pinpoint of pain, then finally erupting in an agony of burning pain. 
"Eaghghghghg!" 

Elena jerked her arms, nearly cracking her spine as she bobbed and jerked 
around in that hideous bent-over position. He had done it, branded her as 
Butch had branded Christine. Sobbing now, she watched as Butch pushed her 
daughter from the rack like a useless dead animal, leaving her crumpled on 
the floor, sobbing out her shame. 

"Cunt's good ... I gotta try out fuckin' her next. She looks hot," Butch 
said, scratching his cock and balls. 

"Sure. Maybe tomorrow. Gotta let them get back and rest. Don't wanna wreck 
the toys too soon," Dave cautioned. 

Toys. They were nothing more than playthings for these men and their twisted 
lusts. But, Elena reasoned as she felt Dave lowering the ropes and dropping 
her to the floor, she and her daughter had enjoyed some of this. In spite of 
the pain and humiliation, there had been pleasure-a good deal of it. 

Perhaps she and Christine should talk this out. Perhaps this wasn't all that 
bad. Elena didn't really know. It was all so confusing. There was so much to 
think about. And, from what she'd heard from Dave and Butch, so much to 
expect in the future. 


THE END
