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[continued from part 2]
CHAPTER SIX
Diane was too frightened to move. She stood there on tiptoe, her hands
cuffed behind her, the rusty iron cutting into her still-sore wrist
flesh. Her arches were throbbing with pain. But still she couldn't
relax -- not for one instant, or she would tear her nipples from her
tits.
The clamps were biting down hard into the light-pink tit-flesh,
pulling the flubs up. It was a horrid situation Billy had put her
into. Two small-linked chains hung bolted to the wall of the barn, two
pincers bolted to the free ends. It was to these pincers that her
cousin had attacked her, drawing the links up short so that she would
have to stand on her toes to ease the pulling, biting pressure against
her nipples. Even so, the chains lifted her heavy tits up.
She cried, shaking the hot tears from her eye as her feet pressed
against the floor. The tiny teeth continued to at her while her
asscheeks, shivered with the tiny steps she took. Diane almost wished
Billy would chain her back up and beat her with the riding crop!
"You don't wanna go down too far or you'll hurt yourself."
His voice mocked her as she fought to keep her balance. Diane
swallowed her tears as she felt her cousin's hands roaming all over
her thighs. He was pinching her, soothing his fingers over her ass.
When she stumbled and nearly fell, the pincers bit angrily into her
nipple flesh, distending the sensitive nubs even more. Wildly the teen
screamed in agony, struggling to regain her standing position, banging
her knees against the wall and jerking back into her tiptoe position.
Billy did nothing to help, standing back and watching Diane do her
best to ease the pain. How she hated him!
"Don't want you to hurt yourself too much, now," he said, reaching up
and taking first the right, then the left pincer from her nipples.
Diane sighed with relief, feeling the pinching pressure gone from her
nipples. Billy was holding her by the wrists, directing her now back
toward the pulley assembly. Diane had eyed that thing warily each time
they'd passed under it, wondering when he would decide to hang her
from it. But the young stud did nothing so far, passing under it, then
turning and placing his big hands on either of her slender shoulders.
He stared into her eyes hard, pushing her down, down, until her knees
finally gave way. Diane lowered her eyes, feeling her injured knees
brushing against the hay on the floor. The stubble tickled. Looking
back up, she saw his lips working against one another as if he were
about to speak. But then Billy thought better of it, filling his palm
with her hair and jerking her face against his boot. Diane cried out,
her lip cracking against the black filthy leather. She could taste the
warm, salty flavor of her blood as Billy rubbed her mouth and nose
back and forth over his boots.
"Lick 'em clean. You're gonna lick 'em nice and clean before I let you
outta here."
"Billy... uhhhhh!"
He brought the heel of his other boot down hard against the back of
her skull for emphasis, knocking her flat to the floor. In a flash
Diane saw the filthy, muddy boot inches from her mouth. He was moving
it up against her lip, rubbing the caked mud up against her tongue.
Diane rolled away from him, feeling the bile rising in her belly. No.
No. Doing this was something too foul!
But Billy was insistent, grabbing her hair again and twisting it
around, pulling and tearing strand after strand from her scalp. Tears
spilled from her eyes while her cheeks flushed with horror and
revulsion. Billy shoved her face back against his boot, rubbing her
lips back and forth over the toe until a thin line of saliva streaked
over the filthy leather.
Diane turned her head and spat out the vile mixture of her spit and
the filthy mud. She could feel the fine grains of dirt grinding
against her teeth while Billy laughed at her.
"You too good for this, bitch? You think you don't deserve lickin' my
boots?" he snarled, tearing more hair from her scalp.
Diane protested wildly, yammering for mercy, begging him to stop
hurting her.
"Yeah. I'll stop doin' that," he snorted, "when you get them boots all
nice 'n clean."
She sobbed, feeling herself trapped. Why oh why had she gone with him
so willingly? She had acted like some mesmerized slave, following him
without question to this horrid place. And now he had her crouched
down like a cowering animal, licking his boots, drawing her tongue
over this filth.
"Lick 'em, bitch, or I'll pull that fuckin' tongue out!"
The threat made Diane jump into action. Sticking out her tongue, she
began slathering it across the dirty leather, flicking it around the
toe of his boot, bringing it to the buckle, then sliding it down to
the well. There were lumps of something foul wedged there! Diane
pulled her head back, twisting it around and spitting onto the ground.
She gagged, terrified she would vomit and Billy would make her eat it!
She felt his fingers on the back of her skull. He was pushing her back
down, working her nose over the fronts of his boots, laughing at her
as her body shook. Diane could have died with mortification as he
swore at her, then pushed her face flat against the heel of his boot.
She could smell the acrid odor of slit invading her nostrils. He was
rubbing her lips and non in the fecal material, laughing as she
struggled back against his grip. Diane began to choke and cough, her
face burning, saliva frothing up through her nostrils while her belly
turned over and bile rushed up from her gut.
Billy pulled back, rubbing her face over his other boot now, slapping
her, forcing the girl to lap and lick the boots clean.
"There. That's better."
Diane rolled onto her side, twisting her face away and spitting out
the foul mixture that had gathered in her mouth. How she loathed what
was happening to her! Curling up into a fetal position, she used all
her concentration to keep from retching, still tasting the mud, the
shit, the pungent flavor of old boot polish on her tongue. And then
Billy was up behind her once more, nudging the back of her neck with
the toe of his boot. Groaning, Diane turned onto her belly, hiding her
face in the foul-smelling hay and feeling the stubble tickle the
insides of her nostrils. She sneezed, her body shuddering.
"Oh!"
He was nudging the toe of one spit-cleaned boot up into her asshole,
twisting it around, making the girl dig her knees into the dirt and
scoot away. She was like a snake, worming her body through the filth
while her arms strained against the steel bands cutting through her
wrists. Billy followed, kicking her in the ass, working his boot into
her shitter until Diane screamed for him to stop. She was up against a
large rusty rake when Billy caught up with her, tugging her around by
her hair and forcing her to face him.
To her surprise and horror, she found herself facing his cock -- long
red and thick, ready to plow into her cunt without hesitation.
Whimpering, Diane shook her head from side to side. Not again! Oh God,
not raped again! But Billy had other plans. He was guiding her head
forward, his hands cupping either side of her skull. Looking into his
steely eyes, the girl knew she wasn't going to get fucked in the cunt
-- at least, not yet.
He wanted her to suck it. Oh yes, yes, she could read that in his
steady gaze. His thumbs were ceasing either side of her mouth, forcing
her to part her full red lips while his fingertips dug into her skull.
Diane whimpered again. She had heard from her girlfriends about how
all that jizz tasted as it splashed down their throats. It had sounded
all so messy! And now she was facing that one-eyed monster, that cock
moving up and down so close to her cheeks.
"Now, you try somethin' like bitin' me or anything like that and
you're gone have hell to pay for it!"
She nodded, her throat tightening while her chest burned with
excitement. Opening her jaw even farther. Diane felt her cousin's cock
come to rest on the pointy tip of her tongue. Billy sighed for a
second, his hands pressing hard again the sides of her head. Then he
bent his knees and moved in, his cock sliding over the top of her
tongue and down into her moth?
At first Diane did nothing. If he wanted to fuck her face he could
dolt on his own. But Billy began ordering her to do certain things --
to suck, to wriggle her tongue around the sensitive underside of his
cock, to her teeth up from the thick-veined meat. She couldn't disobey
him, or he would hurt her again. Soon she started bobbing her head
back and forth, spit oozing from the stretched corners of her mouth.
Her cheeks puffed out, her nose flattening again and again against
Billy's hairy groin. She could fed the slap of his heavy balls against
her chin at times while the bleachy flavor of his pre-cum washed over
her tongue and teeth.
He held her hard against his lower belly now, his fingers scratching
behind her ears while his cock-head pushed past her tonsils and edged
down her throat. Diane's nose and eyes burned while her head swam. She
couldn't breathe! His cock-head was blocking her air passage, making
her lungs burn while she coughed for oxygen! His balls pillowed up
against her chin while his cock throbbed up and down against her
tongue and the insides of her cheeks.
Diane struggled, her muscles bulging as she tried to work her mouth
free of his cock. But Billy only laughed at her desperate moves,
holding onto her, rodding her throat again and again until the teen
thought she would choke to death.
Relenting, he pulled back, giving his cock a few rapid hunches before
returning to the long, steady fucking movements that made his cockhead
drool out more and more jizz. In a moment she could hear her cousin
groaning, feel his knees trembling and grabbing at her skull. She knew
he was going to shoot. She could taste more and more of the pre-cum
oozing from his slot while his balls pressed up hard against his
groin.
He pulled back, the two spongy lobes of his cock-head resting on her
bottom lip turned her on the way it had. There was a mild pulsing
between her thighs, an indication of something stronger that would
surely follow if this were to keep up.
"You're a mess," he said, smoothing his fingers over her lips and
laughing at her. "You've been lickin' boots and suckin' cock. Looks
like you gotta get washed off. We wash the pigs off back there," he
said, jerking his head in the direction of the new barn. "Can't see
why I can't scrub you down the same way here."
"No, Billy."
Her voice sounded funny, her throat still coated with his jizz.
Pulling her up, Billy pushed her outside, twisting her around and
shoving her down the small incline to the back of the barn. There
behind the newly painted building was a small corral, now empty. The
wooden railing had collapsed in places, but by and large remained in
tact. The surface was muddy.
"Go over there," Billy said with a sweeping hand gesture, indicating
one portion of the fence that had collapsed to the ground.
Diane picked her way carefully through the dirt. She felt filthy. Her
mouth was still cummy while the memory of those shit-caked boots
burned through her mind. She watched as he attached two long green
garden hoses at the base of the barn floor. She stared at him as if
through a long tunnel, her eyes narrowing as Billy straightened the
hose, then kicked the coiled end away from him. He was pointing the
long nozzle at her like a gun. In another moment another blast of hot,
scalding water smashed into her. She opened her mouth in surprise,
stumbling back from the force of the blow. It was as if he had hit her
in the belly with a doubled fist!
"Oh!"
Diane fell back, her tits jiggling against one another, her feet
slipping in the wet dirt. She banged her wrists hard against the
wooden fence, the splinters cutting into her flesh as she struggled
for balance. Diane shouted out at her cousin, begging him to stop. But
the water played around her ankles, knocking her feet back. He was
purposely trying to upend her!
Next the water splashed over her throat, the droplets blinding her,
spattering into her mouth and nostrils and nearly drowning her.
Screaming, the girl turned her head and found herself staggering into
the filthy pen. Billy followed, playing the hot scalding water over
her flesh until it reddened with the heat and friction. Diane stumbled
around in the thickening mud, the ooze pulling at her ankles like
bands.
She tried running to the other side of the pen, keeping her back to
her cousin. Her thighs shivered with her moves while her slick hair
tangled around her throat. With wide eyes, the girl searched for some
escape, tugging at the iron bands still keeping her wrists bound
together. She fell when Billy brought the spray back down to her
ankles a second time, sending her pitching face-first into the mud.
Diane wrestled herself free of the filthy ooze, shaking the slime from
her body. Trying to stand up was an effort. Diane strained every
muscle she had, grunting as Billy kicked the hose behind him and shot
water right in front of her. The resulting mud spray smashed into her
face and, chest.
Diane screamed, feeling the muck invading her cunt and asshole. It was
a nightmare. The filth made her retch as she kicked back, looking
around her and seeing the nearby wooden fence. She could use that to
help herself to her feet? Half swimming, half sliding, Diane pulled
herself through the cloying filth to the fence, her hair caught on the
splinters and pieces of barbed wire still attached to the poles. Billy
kept on spattering her with water and mud, laughing loudly as she
wriggled her slime-covered body up against the poles until she was
finally on her feet.
"You bastard!" she screamed.
In a second, Diane was rewarded with a harsh strewn of water over her
tits and belly. In a way she was grateful for the attack, feeling the
mud and muck being sprayed off her flesh. Glancing to the side, she
spotted another opening in the fence. Escape! Diane edged her way
along the fence, concentrating on every heavy move, doing her best to
remain upright.
But Billy saw what she was thinking of and brought the stream once
more down to her ankles. Diane screamed in anger and frustration. She
fell heavily on the mud once more. Cursing her cousin, Diane tried to
struggle to her feet. But Diane felt the water hammering against her
crotch. The water hit like a tiny pin on her swollen, sensitive flesh,
making her mouth drop open at the rush of prickly heat swelling
between her thighs. Diane doubled up, a groan escaping from her throat
as that blast of erotic sensation paralyzed her.
"Ohhhhh!"
"Like it, eh baby? You like gettin' scrubbed down by ol Billy? Just
like the hogs."
She glared at him, spitting at her cousin, getting a blast in the face
for her efforts. Pressing her spine against the wooden fence pole yet
again, Diane braced her heels into the soft dirt, trying to get to her
feet. She could smell the pungent odor of stale shit and piss all
around her. Diane gagged at the smell, fighting to get out from the
mess.
"Ohhhh!"
She fell back into the muck. Billy shot water up between her thighs,
playing the water up into her cunt, making the cunt-lips flutter
against one another. Diane screamed, her legs drumming against the
ground. He was purposely tormenting her, playing her like an
instrument, pushing her up to excitement then letting her go while she
rolled around in the filthy. Oh, how she loathed him! And yet... and
yet here was that feeling in her crotch that needed Billy. What, oh
what, was she to do?
CHAPTER SEVEN
The mud once again was washed away, leaving her squeaky clean for the
moment as she slithered through the filth toward the opening in the
fence she had spotted earlier.
"Ohhh, God, give me strength," she whispered.
Diane gasped, her body sliding a little closer to the opening. Perhaps
she would be able to catch her footing and run for it, hiding in the
woods until dark. Her flesh reddened as the roaring water massaged her
skin. Billy stepped around a little farther, keeping her in line with
the spray. Diane tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was
no chance in escaping from her cousin. She was being mired in the mud,
twisting against the filthy and finding it more and more difficult to
move. All the muscles in her shapely body were working, but to little
avail.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Billy was up next to her, blasting the water against her tits. Her
nipples stiffened, driving into the firm flesh. She could feel the
whole heavy mass of each round tit aching with lust. Ohhh, what that
filthy pig was doing to her with water! Diane shook her head violently
as it she could push out those lascivious feelings in her crotch. It
was impossible. Her mind exploded again and again with lust.
She panted as much from excitement as from the bottle with the rushing
water. Pushing back, Diane braced her spine against the fence pole.
She turned her head to one side at breathed in long, raspy breaths.
The spray cleaned the shit and mud from her once again, bringing her
tits up against her chin. Billy laughed loudly, letting her know he
was enjoying her filthy humiliation immensely. Again the girl tried to
muster the strength and courage to spit at him. But the water blasted
against her cheek, sending her crashing back into the filth.
"Billy, no more! God, no more!" Diane shrieked, kicking her heels into
the mud.
The metal bands cut into her wrists, drawing blood from her flesh. The
girl sobbed, rolling onto her back in defeat. The shame of feeling
herself crawl around naked in the mad and shit made her want to give
up. Her defiance of her cousin and his power faded under her rising
sexual heat. She lay on her back, weeping while Billy played the water
from her tits to her aunt.
She jerks her knees up at times, letting them fall slowly back to the
filth while the incredibly heavy rush of hot water on her clit and
cunthole made the girl's hips rise and fall in a fucking movement.
Diane cried out in a mixture of pain and shame, letting her upraised
knees spread more widely apart. She was a whore. Look at what she was
doing, lying in a bed of murky filth, letting her own cousin fuck her
with a garden hose! The thought made her let out a sharp, hysterical
laugh.
"Funny, eh, babe? Yeah, that's the way, laugh it off!"
She rolled her hips from side to side, feeling the warm mud oozing
into her ass-crack. She wanted to put her hands over her cunt. But the
bands remained firm, working against the blood oozing from her wounds.
Billy played the water now over her tits, while the nipples ached and
throbbed in time with the beating of her clit. The water filled her
nostrils and mouth, making Diane cough and gag.
She couldn't bide the lascivious heat rising in her pussy from her
cousin. She gnawed on her lower lip, feeling herself rushing up to
climax. Yes, rutting there in that open pool of filth, she was going
to cum, cum right there in front of her cousin. Again Diane laughed,
feeling the mud and slit working its way into her asshole as she
rolled her ass and hips up against the water.
No, it wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt went
off like a firecracker. She could feel the unmistakable tension
building in her crotch, that hot, itchy ache sharpening to a pinpoint
of delight. Diane closed her eyes and lay there flat, hoping Billy
would stop when she started to cum. God only knows what would happen
to her if those sensations were to continue while she hit her climax.
"Hhhhhhhh!"
It was whorish to do what she was doing, but Diane couldn't help
herself. She twisted her hips, actually looking for the center of the
stream. The lascivious feelings between her legs grew, sharpening as
the water beat at her clit. Diane rolled onto her belly, then rolled
back onto her spine, her legs striking the wooden poles. The girl was
weak with her own arousal.
Lying there in the bed of shitty mud, Diane wallowed like a pig in
rut, wanting to have that stream fuck her all the way. Yes, yes, it
was a good if not better than a good hard cock fucking her. She
gritted her teeth, trying to force the peak to sweep over her.
Knowing what she was about, Billy swept the water across her tits,
then back to her cunt. Billy was taking careful aim with the hose, his
movements adding to the lusty rush of feelings all through the girl's
body.
"Oh!"
Diane let out another sharp cry, feeling the water blast across her
rippling belly and back onto her tits. Diane felt the stream toying
with her nipples longer this time, forcing the rubbery tips up against
her chin. The full under swells of her tits throbbed against the
onslaught while her cunt throbbed on the brink of climax.
"Noooooo!"
He moved back down to her cunt again, this time the blast of scalding
water opening the flesh around her clit. Ohhh, how good that felt! It
felt like a huge mouth sucking and licking at the top of her cunt-
mound. She felt the tiny muscles knotting up in tension as she hunched
hard back against the fucking water.
She could have cried with frustration. Billy played the hose now
between her spread thighs. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her
cunt. The water bounced from the filthy mud to slick down the
undersides of her white, shivering thighs, then slashed back and forth
across her ass-cheeks. Diane levered her ass up, putting her fingers
into the mud and pushing her ass up. She was spreading herself for the
water, feeling the thrill of the splashing streams against her
shitter. Oh yes, yes, it was there, just out of reach. Her hips rolled
and circled, looking for that last tiny bit of hot delight that would
push her over the edge.
It was the surprise of her life. Now Diane knew what that other hose
was for. Billy had dropped the hot water for the moment, picking up
the other and turning on the second spigot. Now a blast of icy water
hit her cunt dead center, the hot stream blasting into her face.
The girl felt her cunt clinch like a fist. She could almost hear the
slapping of her pussywalls as they clamped down on thin air. The girl
screamed, wallowing her shoulder blades against the filthy mud while
her legs beat in frustration. She had nearly cum! She had nearly
brought herself off when Billy had done this to her!
"Like that, baby? Just a little surprise, something to keep you
goin'."
"No, no, noooo!"
The icy stream seemed to spray oven harder than the hot one. Both of
them played over her twisting body, the cold one always going back to
her cunt. Diane couldn't believe how much her climax had increased,
how long the clenching of all her muscles lasted. The freezing water
immobilized her cunt for a while, holding it at the unbearable height
of each pulse for seconds at a time.
When the water blasted across her tits, Diane thought the cold would
strangle her. She fought with all her strength to grab short breaths.
Her chest spasmed, tightening against the chill of the second hose.
She could hear Billy laughing once more. But now she didn't care what
he did. She only needed that climax, that wonderful cum that was
slowly tearing her body apart. AU the girl wanted was to have those
powerful streams.
"Come on, baby, come on and fuck it out, come on and fuck it out
against the water, Diane," Billy shouted.
She wanted to shout back at him. But her voice was gone. She could
barely grunt while the water sprayed and sucked against her. The water
and gut wrenching burst of her climax wouldn't let her do anything
else. She writhed in the filth, agonized by the onslaught against her
nerves. The sound of the water drowned out his laughter and cursing.
She rolled ever, feeling the twin streams blasting against the
spasming ring of her shitter.
Diane strangled on her own sobs, her breath driven out by her cum. The
bright air around her darkened, and she dragging herself forward,
trying to get away from the terrifying power of her own climax. Mud
caked her tits and her pussy as she struggled back to the fence pole.
"Come on, baby, come on!"
She opened her lids wide, looking around her while her heart began to
beat wildly. Moving her arms, the girl realized she could hardly raise
them. It was impossible to push them away from her sides. When the
girl tried to jerk her head up, she felt her chin bang against a
wooden wall. Buried alive! Billy had buried her alive!
"No!"
Diane whispered out the word, trying to regain control of herself.
Even Billy wouldn't have done such a sick, deadly thing. He wanted
pleasure from her, and he couldn't get much from a dirty corpse.
Still, Diane had to realize she was in some sort of box, some sort of
coffin and there was no light and little air. She had to calm down or
she would surely use up what little oxygen there was.
Perspiration broke out over her flesh, slicking down her skin. She
tried raising her knees and found them rubbing up against the same
wooden barrier her head had. She had been dropped into a pine box, the
lid sealed tight. About to scream out for help, Diane heard movement
to one side of the box. She lay still, minimizing her breaths, curling
and uncurling her fingers as she waited for the next move.
The needle against her windpipe for a moment, twisting against the
spasming flesh before withdrawing. Diane sank back in a pool of cold
sweat, breathing heavily, her eyes round with fear and pain.
There was coughing outside. Then another scraping sound caught Diane's
attention. This time two needles were inching their way over her tits,
sliding down. She could see the faint blue/white electrical glow over
the length of the silver probes as they worked their way toward her
nipples. Diane gasped, her breathing growing hard and raspy, her chest
rising and falling as she looked at the approaching needles.
No! No! This was horrid, beyond what she could have possibly imagined!
She watched the steady advance of the probes. She tried to flatten
herself against the coffin. But that was impossible. In a moment the
probes were pushing against her nipples, the current sparking into the
nubs and making her body jerk and twitch against the restraining sides
of the coffin. Again and again Diane yammered, screams tearing from
her throat while her nipples seemed to be frying!
The needles twisted around and around, bluish sparks singeing the pink
injured flesh.
Diane shrieked, smashing her whitened knuckles against the coffin's
sides.
Once again the needles retreated. The girl sank into a stupor, but
with her senses still alive to the slightest sound outside the sealed
coffin. There was muffled laughter. Then the scraping sounds began
once more, this time between her legs. Diane knew instinctively this
would be the last assault on her.
She screamed even before the needles touched her, jerking and rolling
from side to side while the probes slipped up against her clit. Three
of them picked her cunt. It was as if someone had charged her entire
body with current.
Her bones throbbed, her spine arching while her shoulderblades beat
wildly against the coffin's back. Every muscle in Diane's body tensed
and bulged against her sweaty flesh while she shivered as if in a fit.
The current was burning into her cunt, making the tiny muscles knot up
and itch while the pointy end of the needles poked and pricked
continually at her musky, swollen cunt-meat.
Again and again Diane was assaulted by mini orgasms, one rushing atop
the other, each one making her catch her breath. She thought she would
surely die gasping for oxygen in the fetid coffin as her climaxes
exploded.
More needles! They punctured her cunt-lips, one of the sharp probes
lancing her clit. The searing, dizzying delight and agony made her
body twist and shiver even more than before. Her entire mind was
focused on her cunt, on the way her pussy was tightening, opening,
then tightening again while the needles poked and pricked their way up
and down her jagged fuck-slit.
Billy was digging them deeper, pushing the needles harder into her
flesh while Diane gnashed her teeth. She bawled and begged for the
agony to stop, yet she prayed at the same time for this to keep going
on forever. She couldn't believe anything like this could be so awful,
or so wonderful. Oh, oh, oh, if only he would fuck her! The pig pen,
the spraying, and now the coffin had only worked the teen up more and
more. She had to have something human, something warm and thick and
stiff rushing through her pussy to make her feel whole once more.
And while another climax rushed through her body, Diane heard the top
of the coffin being pried off. A rush of cool air washed over her
sweaty, hot flesh while light blinded the teen.
Billy stood there, watching her roll her hips lasciviously from side
to side. If only she could control herself. If only she could defy her
cousin once, just once! But that was impossible.
Billy watched her, looking back at the small generator that had
electrified the needles. He switched off the machine, then reached
down and lifted her from the coffin. Diane sagged heavily against him.
Clinging to him, and sobbed, so hot she thought she would burn up.
"What do you want?" she cried, hugging him, and yet wanting to run
from him.
"To see you and your old lady in action together. A mother/daughter
team," Billy said, carrying her away from the coffin. "And you know
what? I'm gonna get it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sharon was worried sick about her daughter. It was late. Helen had
muttered something about not worrying since the children were seen
wandering off together. But that was exactly worried Sharon. Something
was up. She stood hesitantly in the living room, staring at the empty
fireplace and wondering if Billy were hurting Diane.
She tightened one hand against her wrist as if she could still feel
the ropes binding her on the dew-damp grass.
Stopping a few feet from the building, she clutched her fingers at her
throat. Did she have the courage to face Billy?
She had to find out. Squaring her shoulders, Sharon marched forward,
clenching her fingers into two fists as she approached the large barn.
There were sounds coming from inside. It sounded like a conversation,
but Sharon couldn't make out the exact words. She was certain it was
Billy's voice. Carefully she curled her fingers around the barn door
and pulled. It was open!
Stepping inside, Sharon let the door thud closed behind her. There
were small partitions in front of her, makeshift walls that prevented
her from having a direct line-of-sight down the center corridor of the
barn. How well she knew this place? Her cunt puckered as she
remembered what had happened to her in there. Frightened but
determined, Sharon pushed on, stepping over the soft hay and moving
around the first partition.
"Oh my God!"
Sharon stopped dead in her tracks, bringing one hand up to her mouth
and gnawing on her whitened knuckles. Her heart stopped while an
incredible sadness settled over her heart.
There against one tail post was her daughter, stripped naked, tell-
tale bruise marks all over her body. Diane's head was down, her long
hair curtaining her face. She seemed asleep, her chest rising and
falling regularly. She was tightly bound, rope pressing into her flesh
and leaving white marks where it held. Sharon looked around, her eyes
darting about the barn. No Billy. He must have left for the moment!
Slinking the stupor and surprise from her mind, Sharon rushed forward,
cupping her daughter's chin in her hand and shaking her awake.
"Diane! For God's sake, wake up! I'm going to get you out of this,"
Sharon whispered hoarsely, looking about her nervously. Her fingers
fluttered around the rough hemp, tugging and pulling at the knots
while Diane roused herself from her faint.
"Oh, Mother, you don't know what he's up to. Get out of here while you
can," Diane said in a sleepy voice.
"I can't. I won't! He can't do this to me!" Sharon protested, freeing
one rope from her chest.
"Mother, behind you!"
Billy had been biding in the shadows, watching as Sharon moved deftly
around the pillar. He grabbed her from behind, his hands holding her
by the elbows while, he wheeled around.
"Bastard! You bastard!" Sharon cried, her eyes wide with hatred while
her daughter wailed behind her.
"You loved it. Why not the little bitch as well?" Billy laughed,
fighting her down to the ground.
Diane struggled against the ropes while Billy topped her mother,
wrestling her into the dirt, holding her arms down by the wrists while
pressing his knees into the backs of her legs. Sharon could feel her
dress riding up. How could this be happening right in front of her
daughter? He brought one hand around to the back of her neck, pressing
her face into the hay while Billy slapped her hard across the back of
her skull. Diane screamed as she saw her mother beaten that way,
stunned by the force of the blow.
"No, no, no!" Sharon wailed, finding herself defeated from the start
by her horrid nephew. He had raped her, and now had visited his filth
on her daughter! Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt him tearing
her dress.
"Slut, and the daughter of a slut!" Billy rasped, pulling her dress
off.
Sharon fought with him, whimpering as he tore her dress off, pulling
her up from the floor, then tossing the woman toward the pillar
opposite her daughter. She fell to one knee, stretching one arm out
for balance. Billy grabbed hold of her, snapping her from the pound
and shoving her against the pillar. Sharon's spine snapped against the
wood, her head thudding back hard.
Still she fought against her nephew, scratching at his face while
Billy slapped his aunt again and again. When Sharon continued to
struggle, the young man doubled his fists, bringing them hard into her
belly.
She doubled over, letting out a whooshing sound as her knees buckled
from under her. She felt him gathering her up, pushing her against the
pillar with one hand while pulling off the rest of her undergarments
with the other.
Sharon weakly protested, feeling her panties slide over her hips and
down over her toes. He let her fall to the floor, her arms collapsing
to her sides, while her feet stretched out behind her. Sharon tried to
shake the dullness from her brain. But the blow had done its job. She
lay there groaning, catching glimpses of her daughter strapped to the
pillar while her own body ached from the beating.
"Here. This'll keep you quiet!"
She felt something pressing against her lips. Blinking her eyes open,
Sharon had only time to catch sight of a red rubber ball up against
her nostrils as he forced her jaws apart, jamming the latex gag deep
into her mouth. The woman gagged, curling her tongue back. Billy
slapped her several times, kneeling on her hands to keep her still
while tying the leather straps attached to the gag firmly behind her
skull.
Sharon's eyes bulged as she gasped in long, steady breaths. She
couldn't panic. She couldn't let herself go! She would surely gag on
her own spit if she lost control.
"Now, we can have us some fun... you and that fucked-up little slut
over there!"
Billy dragged Sharon back into the shadows, dropping her near an old
overturned crate. There were rummaging sounds. Quietly she raised her
hands, placing her fingers around the knot that held the gag firmly in
place. She began untying the leather thongs, looking anxiously around
to see if Billy were watching her.
"Can't have that," he said, kicking her hand away and stepping on the
offending fingers with the heel of his boot.
Sharon let out a muffled cry, her body jerking and twitching as she
thought he was breaking all of her fingers. Tears sprang to her eyes
as the bed crushed down, twisting and pressing until the woman moaned
in agony.
He kicked her once in the belly, making Sharon double up. While she
was still trying to catch her breath, he dragged her a little farther
back, propping her head up on the crate. She looked up just in time to
see a black rubber sheath come down over her forehead. She wanted to
struggle against the thing but thought better of it. Billy pulled it
down tight, the latex cinching up tight against her flesh. It was a
smooth, cool, second skin, the rubber rolling over her high cheeks,
her nose, finally wrapping snugly around her chin.
There were small slits around the nose and two near her eyes. Sharon
could barely see in front of her, and breathing was difficult. When
Billy wrapped thin gaze around the tiny slits, fixing it firmly behind
her skull, the woman panicked. God only knows what he would do to her
with that revolting-smelling hood over her head. She rolled forward,
her hands flailing wildly in front of her as she gaped out grunting
sounds through her ball. Sharon felt her hand hit something sharp. She
screamed, drawing back as if bitten by an animal.
Billy cuffed her from behind, bringing his doubled fist down against
the back of her skull. Diane was screaming! Sharon tried to call to
her daughter, but the gagging ball made speech impossible. She fell
forward, sprawled on the dirty barn floor. Crawling forward, she felt
Billy's filthy hands covering her body, pinching her flesh, reaching
around and squeezing her nipples. Sharon grunted, slapping at the
offending hand. Once more she felt him putting something over her
head. It was weighty, blocking out even more of her hearing. From the
smell, Sharon could guess it was leather.
A leather hood! It fitted tightly around the hugging latex, the nose
piece sliding awkwardly over her nostrils. She struggled against
Billy, clawing at the smooth black leather while her feet shot out in
front of her. Panicked once more, Sharon felt herself pining onto her
thighs. No. No. She wasn't going to die; she wasn't going to wind up a
corpse just for this wild man's pleasure.
Billy bit her again in the stomach, kneeing her tower back while
sliding the hood on completely.
It was awful not to know what was going to happen next, not to see
what he was going to do to her. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead
while Sharon curled her toes until they cramped. She cringed, her
heart racing faster and faster as she felt tight cards drawn under her
armpits and up over her shoulders. She let out another cry, her head
snapping back as her teeth chewed down on the latex ball.
"Uhhhhh!"
She felt him crossing the rope behind her, knotting it tightly so that
her shoulders wrenched back and the rope bit cruelly into her flesh.
Sharon wanted to cry. But the rubber and leather prevented her even
from blinking her eyes. Again she sucked in another lungful of hair,
her lungs burning from the restricted breathing. Billy tightened the
shoulder restraints more tightly, that move forcing her tits to jut
out even more.
Sharon could feel her nipples growing hot and itchy while the rapes
sawed over her whitened flesh. More perspiration oozed from under her
arms, streaking her the rippling down her tensing thighs. Sharon
thought of what Billy could do to her like this, that image making her
faint.
If only she could see! She would be able to take anything, if only she
could see! But the hood was relentless, now hot and tight against her
flesh. Sharon flinched, feeling Billy's fingers around her ankles. Oh
God! Hewn tying them to the post behind her as well, wrapping the
length of line around and around until she couldn't move her feet.
He was purposely tightening than, making her scream through her gag as
the hemp burned her flesh. Sharon whipped her head from side to side,
her hair splashing just under the hood. Sharon thought she would go
mad. She had to hear something, to feel something, to ace something!
And now... and now Billy was leaving her alone, leaving her in a
cocoon. It was a horrid way to be bound, one that intensified her
sense of complete helplessness.
Moments passed, seconds that seemed like clays. Sharon couldn't hear
or see what her nephew was planning. And then in a second she felt
something terribly cold pressing against her inner thigh. She
stiffened, her fingers working against one another while her naked ass-
cheeks rubbed up and down against the splintery pole. Sharon
concentrated on the feeling, wondering what it was. She felt the broad
length of steel of metal of some kind she thought it was -- start to
work its way slowly up her thigh.
Her tendons ridged, making her shiver and pull against the ropes
holding her prisoner. Oh God, wait! There was something else now,
something that made her jerk wildly against the rapes. That cold
sensation had turned sharp now. It was a knife! He was playing with a
knife, rubbing it against her flesh!
Sharon screamed through her gag, jerking and twisting and pulling
against the restraining ropes. He was going to cut her open! Her
whimpering cries barely escaped around the choking ball gag as her
flesh reddened against the chafing lines. Billy was moving the blade
up, up her ridging thighs, up to her cunt.
Sharon shivered as if someone had touched her with a live wire! He was
poking the tip of the knife against the junction of her cunt-lips.
Pricking the sensitive flesh, he began creasing the woman's outer cunt-
lips, making Sharon's cunt itch and burn in an odd, strange way. She
stopped her shrieking, feeling the cold steel starting to enter her
cunt!
Oh God, God, he was going to silt her open from the belly to her
throat! What was worse was the way her pussy was reacting. Sharon
could feel the juices starting to ooze from her cunt, dribbling down
her thighs, and undoubtedly dribbling down onto the knife. Billy had
to be laughing at her, pushing that thing up into her cunt and
watching as she rutted and twisted up against him. Sharon shook her
head, gasping, trying to draw in more breath than the snugging double
hood would let her.
"Oooooh."
He had turned the knife, placing the flat end along the full length of
her juicing cunt-slit. Her pussy muscles contracted at the touch of
the cold, cutting thing, forcing her cunt-lips shut and making them
slit themselves on the steel. Sharon threw back her head, feeling the
spicy, stinging feeling of the juice oozing into the tiny slits. Her
cunt was actually milking at that vile intruder, cinching down on the
thing.
And then it was gone! Sharon blew out a breath of air, feeling her
body sag against the ropes. She was on the point of finally calming
herself when the touch of that blade was against her, this time
against her right nipple!
"Uh!"
She felt the tip poking against the light-pink flesh, moving her tit
from side to side while keeping in contact with the sensitive, itching
stiff nub. Sharon gasped, her body tensing as she felt the sharp tip
cutting into her tit-tip. Every ounce of her concentration was focused
on her nipple. The woman twisted her ass up against the pole once
more, her ass-cheeks sliding up and down, piercing themselves on the
small splinters. Sharon wanted to scream. But all she could do was
stand there, afraid that the slightest move would push the blade
through her flesh.
It was gone, sliding over her chest to her other tit. Sharon's cunt
sucked in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced
the outline of her heavy tit. He was slicing the sharp end of the
blade against her flesh, leaving a narrow white line in the skin.
Sharon was gasping, feeling her brain reeling from the lack of oxygen
as she waited for the hot, stabbing sensation that would signal her
end.
There! The knife was pricking her nipple, poking it, threatening to
cut into the red flesh. But Billy was still toying with her, bringing
the knife back over her chest and back down to her cunt. Once more she
felt the shocking chill of the cold steel against her hot, wet silt.
And once again Sharon felt her cunt clamping down onto that horrid
thing! Billy was rocking the thing back and forth, keeping the pointy
end pressed against her clit. He was sucking on her pricked nipple
now, biting her nipples while sawing the knife back and forth against
her cunt-flesh. Sharon felt a hotter, intense heat radiating out from
her crotch.
"Uhhhhh."
Her daughter! Diane was seeing all this, watching her reaction. She
had to fight herself, had to fight Billy or she would never be able to
face Diane again. But how could she do this?
CHAPTER NINE
Sharon's cunt-lips were on fire. The constant rush of her cunt-juice
across and into the tiny cuts was like salt rubbed into wounds. Her
head throbbed with the lack of oxygen, while she kept wondering about
the knife toying with her cunt. Was her nephew going to hurt her with
that thing? Was he going to stab her in front of her daughter?
The fiery stinging in her cunt-lips and the terror of his blade sent
her excitement higher.
Billy bit down hard onto her right nipple now, fucking her with his
fingers while stabbing her shitter still with his knife. The knife was
back to her cunt now, poking into the puffy outer edges of her cunt-
lips, then back into her asscheeks. He seemed to be all over her with
that dreadful blade. She screamed and yammered, unsure of where the
next cutting blow would come, suspended in that soundless world where
her own voice was nothing more than a vibration through her body. She
could only feel the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs,
mixing with her cunt-juice. The thought of getting fucked by Billy
while he tormented her like this flashed through her mind again and
again until it became a grand obsession.
She couldn't hold herself back from the idea. Her daughter faded from
her thoughts as she thought of the handsome stud, of the way he had
fucked her before! Sharon knew she had to have him one way or another.
If he wanted to torment her this way, then very well, he could! But he
had to fuck her. He just had to!
The knife, was gone once more. Sharon held her breath, waiting for
another cutting blow, another kick, some other point of terror. But
there was nothing. Instead, she felt Billy's fingers once more round
her bonds. But this time he was unfastening them, loosening the ropes
lint around her waist, then moving down to her ankles. Instinctively
Sharon stumbled forward, jerking her hands up, trying to pull off the
hoods clinging to her head. Billy was holding her, pushing her
forward, purposely banging her into things as he wheeled her around
and around.
"Oh?"
Sharon had stumbled onto another human, another woman. It was Diane.
She felt her daughter's tits pressing against hers while she pushed
away, horrified at what she was feeling. There! Billy had pulled the
top off. Sharon sank to her knees, her hands once more jerking up. Her
fingers curled around the soft, skintight, latex hood, pulling it hard
from around her chin, then up off her cheeks. With a tearing sound,
she finally pulled the thing from her skull.
Sharon blinked, the light making her eyes hurt from having been
confined for so long. Looking up, she saw her daughter still roped to
the column, tears rolling down her cheeks. Sharon knew Diane was
indeed horrified at her mother's reaction to what had happened. Sharon
gasped, shaking her head from side to side. How could this have
happened?
"Up!"
She staggered, her cunt still throbbing, juice oozing from her cunt-
slit and trickling down her ridged, inner thighs. Sharon couldn't do a
thing about the sexual heat. She still thought of Billy fucking her.
She still wanted to have him topping her, squirming over her body
while he stuck his prick into her. Sharon couldn't help the sexual
feelings rushing through her head.
"No, no!"
She looked back over one shoulder at her daughter. Diane was watching
them silently, her lips working over one another, tears of shame and
agony rolling down her cheeks. Sharon wanted to run to her daughter.
But Billy was pushing down on her shoulders, forcing her to sit on two
small benches pushed end to end.
How she burned for him even now! But he was going to play more games,
she thought. He had shoved the blade back into its brown leather
sheath hanging from his belt. They were in another part of the barn
now -- a small partitioned area like a horse's stall. There were iron
rings in the walls, rings that made Sharon shiver with an increasing
heat. The more he did to her, the more she wanted. Again and again
Sharon's blue eyes dropped to Billy's crotch in spite of her wish not
to rut in front of her daughter. Billy knew her ordeal and enjoyed
every second of it.
"Lie down, bitch! Lie down."
Billy pulled her down, her shoulders uncomfortably on the bench while
her ass flattened against the edge. Sharon trembled in heat, every
touch making her cunt wink shut on thin air. There was no more room
for anything but lust in her mind. She lay there, hoping he would jump
on her and drive his cock into her until she screamed like a cat in
heat.
"Yeah, nice, real nice."
He pulled her arms back, keeping the wrists against the legs of the
stool where thin leather straps locked them in place. Sharon closed
her eyes, a pulse leaping at her throat as she rubbed her shoulder
blades against the bench. He would strap her helpless there and in
front of her daughter, rape her!
She loved the cutting feeling of the straps now, the sensation of
pressure keeping her still while the big stud lumbered over her, his
cock only inches from her hot, throbbing cunt.
Sharon sucked in lungfuls of air, keeping her head up, blinking her
eyes clear, waiting for the first touch of his cock.
Next a leather strap cinched tightly around her small waist, buckled
tightly to the center of the bench. It was almost the same as being
roped to the column. But this was far more sensual. She was on her
back, hot and wet, her curt running with juice. The cinching bite of
the leather keeping her body immobile only added to the lust burning
through the woman's mind. At times even her daughter's cries from
behind added to the delight biting at her clit.
"Oh!"
Billy took her right leg, bringing it up and spreading it from her
other. She could feel her cunt-lips peeling stickily apart, the tiny
muscles shivering itchily against one another. Sharon loved that
sensation, moaned as he slipped a brown leather anklet around her left
ankle. Billy attached the anklet to a ring in the wall, buckling it
tightly, then moving to her other leg. Sharon felt her other leg rise
and spread, her cunt now completely exposed, both legs bolted to the
rings in the wall. Yes, yes, he was going to fuck her now. Even as she
lay there, feeling him finishing the buckling of her ankles, Sharon
knew he was going to ram his fat cock into her, making her the
happiest woman on earth!
"Ahhh!"
She arched her spine, digging her shoulder blinks into the bench
behind her, feeling her body roped and split almost in two by the
thongs. She loved the stretched sensation plaguing her cunt-lips,
readying her for a rape. Diane cried out behind her. But Sharon
couldn't hear or understand the individual words. Her was rushing
through her brain, making her deaf to everything but Billy's
increasingly heavy breathing.
"Now..."
Billy was opening his Levi's. Sharon raised her head from the bench,
working her body against the sweaty leather, feeling her chest lighten
so much she could hardly draw a breath. Her eyes widened, her jaw
slackening as she saw his cock thrusting from his Levi's. He was
between her stretched legs now, his thumb rolling over the fat head,
his knees wide apart while his jeans fell down to the tops of his
boots.
Sharon threw her head back, rolling it from side to side while her
body trembled in heat. Any second. Any moment and she would feel him
fucking her! She wept with arousal, her cunt muscles shivering and
twitching. "Oh!"
But what Sharon felt next wasn't her nephew's cock slipping into her
winking cunt. She felt something very warm and wet spattering over her
tits. Opening her eyes, she looked up with shock, seeing an arching
yellowish spray gushing from the slit in Billy's cock-head. He was
pissing on her! It took several seconds for the woman to recover from
her shock, feeling the oily urine spattering against her belly, then
ooze down her thighs.
She screamed, angrily shouting out her frustration and disappointment
and rage. Billy only laughed at the way her body thrashed against the
stretching thongs. Bringing the stream down, he urinated on her cunt,
the hot piss stinging against her clit. Sharon dug her fingernails
into her sweaty palms as she felt orgasm after orgasm bite into her
cunt. Even the disgusting piss was bringing her off. Her tits rolled
and slapped together while her belly shivered and tensed, the muscles
cramping until she screamed from the painful pressure.
Billy still moved the steady yellow stream up over her tits,
spattering her chin with the tops spraying her face. Sharon closed her
lips just in time. Billy was pissing on her face, the urine greasing
her eyelids. Sharon felt the bile rising in her throat while her pussy
still spumed with delight.
"Uhh! Uhhhhhh!"
The dreadful stink spread. Sharon thought she was rutting in an open
sewer, the plus spraying over her face, then spattering back down
around her cunt. She was a prisoner, a willing prisoner doing this
sort of thing, even loving it if only he would fuck her in the end.
"Yeah, yeah, a fuckin' piss-hole. That's all you and that fuckin' slut
are," Billy said, the twisting yellow stream starting to soak her.
"Noooo!"
Sharon whipped her hips from side to side, throwing her head back. She
was cumming again, feeling the biting throb of a climax burning
through her cunt just as Billy went dry. He shook his prick, a final
few droplets spattering over her chin. At least, she thought, she had
managed to keep him from pining in her mouth! The sour-tasting urine
trickled over her lips. Sharon turned ha head and spat out, shaking
the urine from her face.
"Awful!" she cried, tears welling up in her eyes. But were they teats
of shame or frustration? She didn't know. Lying like this, her body
strapped to the stool, all Sharon could think of now was fucking and
how she had been cheated of it again!
CHAPTER TEN
Diane had watched her mother's shame with growing apprehension. She
had never thought of Sharon as anything more than a mother figure --
someone who made sure all her clothes were pressed and washed and who
busied herself about life totally sexlessly.
This last hour had shown her something shocking, something that made
her gasp each, time Billy did something more vile to her mother. She
watched in fascination, wishing at times that she could have been the
one who was roped and beaten and pissed-on.
And now Sharon lay there half-conscious, her chest rising and falling,
her flesh streaked with the yellow piss while Billy pulled up his
Levi's.
Her mother was moaning shamelessly, the cries Diane recognizing
immediately. She felt them too right now as she stood there, the ropes
biting into her flesh. She purposely wriggled against the rough hemp,
causing herself more pain as she watched her mother being humiliated.
It was wonderful, exciting, revolting watching this. And then she
found her eyes meeting Billy's. Diane found herself smiling, almost
grinning as if they were co-conspirators in some unspeakable crime.
Billy walked up to her, rubbed her cheek with the back of one hand,
then loosened the bonds so she could move her right arm. He pulled a
small stool up to her, putting a tiny black box, with a dial on top
within her reach. There were wires sticking from the back, trailing
off into the darkness behind her mother's head. Billy sauntered back
to Sharon, unfastening one of her arms and putting an identical box
within her finger-reach. He drew the two wires together, disappearing
into the shadows for a moment.
When he returned, Diane saw a handful of damps and wires hanging from
his fingers. Not again! God in heaven, not again! She pound her teeth
together as he opened two clamps and let them snap shut on her pink
nipple. Her body shivered, her ass rubbing against the pole behind her
while her toes curled against the floor. She felt his fingertips
spreading her hot cunt-lips apart.
And then came the touch, the cold, biting touch of the clamp against
her clit. Diane let out a cry, shuddering from the pain and delight
racing through her mind.
Billy moved to Sharon next, straddling her body as she arched her
spine and rolled her hips as best she could, silently begging for a
fuck. Instead, the woman was rewarded with two clamps over her stiff,
red nipples. Sharon squawked, her eyes darting from side to side while
her head banged against the bench. No! This was too much! She had too
much already with the pain, the beating, the pining, the teasing! She
deserved better!
Sharon rolled her head from side to side, letting out a sharp,
hysterical laugh as she felt another clamp biting down at the base of
her stiff clit. Her cunt-flesh was slick and wet with flowing juice.
The biting, nibbling sensation of the sharp metal teeth against her
vulnerable flesh made her all that hotter. Sharon came violently, her
clutching pussy nearly dislodging the metal clamp.
How her spongy, fat cunt-lips ached for the touch of a cock! Instead
she was wired up, hooked to something behind her. Rolling her head to
the side, Sharon caught sight of the small black box next to her.
Stretching out her freed arm, she found she could touch the dial on
the top. It felt cold, evil. She shivered, shuddering even more when
she heard Billy's laugh behind her.
"Hooked up and ready to go," he said, getting up from his crouched
position and wiping his hands on his Levi's. "You're gonna be my first
try, Aunt Sharon. Nothin' like family to try this on."
"What? You're crazy!" she gasped, afraid to ask him for an
explanation.
"Yeah, in a nice way. You wanna get fucked. But you're gonna have to
pay for it," he said with a sneer, reading her thoughts.
Sharon blushed furiously, shame weighing heavily now on her mind as
she looked around and saw her daughter similarly hooked up.
"I've got the master control here. It's sort like a transformer. I'm
gonna send out some juice," he said, nudging one of the wires leading
to Sharon's cunt. "You can keep it, or send it back too... to her." He
nodded his head in Diane's direction. "That means, of course, she's
gonna get a double dose."
"No!"
Sharon's eyes widened. Her nephew had resurrected hell in this old
barn and was using her and her daughter to test out the territory.
Sharon writhed, straining her body against the leather thongs holding
her prisoner. She had to break free. She had to, or they were lost.
"Now, let's get goin'."
Billy moved back to the main generator, checking the connections, then
switching the machine on and turning the first of two dials.
Immediately Sharon screamed, arching hat back and writhing her
shoulders against the table behind her. She could feel the electricity
pushing in her nipples and cunt, the amperage barely raising
goosebumps on her flesh.
Diane was silent, watching like a hawk as her mother shuddered against
her restraints. The sensation wasn't unpleasant at first, her
asscheeks jiggling against the bench while her tits shivered. She
could feel her clit starting to ache as it came softly. It was as if a
thousand needles were gently pricking all the sensitive areas in her
body.
Sharon's knees pulled back against the leather thongs cinching her
ankles tightly, more juice seeping from her cunt and adding to the
productivity of her body. Dots of perspiration formed on her forehead
while a strange, hot/wet feeling developed over her nipples and around
her cunt. She moaned, pressing one cheek against the rough bench,
gasping for air. No, this wasn't bad, not bad at all. She wouldn't
have to visit any pain on her daughter. Perhaps Billy would tire of
this soon and let them go.
"Oh!"
More voltage! No, he was going to take them up the ladder step by
step. The initial charge was just the overture, the beginning to more
pain. Sharon sucked in another deep breath, her shoulders rubbing
steadily against the bench behind her. Her eyes were glazed and wide,
focused on an overhead beam just above her while the pulsing
electricity took on a biting edge. Her nipples began to ache, while
her cunt throbbed on the brink of an endless climax.
Her asshole recoiled, a fist of air exploding from her bowels while
her belly cramped achingly. She felt something hot and wet gush down
her thighs and realized she was pissing and shitting on herself, her
body having surrendered all control to the electricity. Billy cranked
the switch a notch higher. Her tits and belly and cunt were ripped to
pieces by fiery steel knives, blades like the one that tormented her
mother.
She screamed again, her flesh puckering up and burning while more and
more amperage seared through her body. Angry, hating her mother for
all the pain, Diane managed to stretch her hand out to the box and
flip the dial, stopping the pain for a moment and giving her mother a
double dose of her own medicine.
Sharon thought she would die! The pain was enormous. Claws on
incredible sharpness ripped through her while her climax exploded with
a mind-blasting frenzy. She could hardly breathe! All she could do was
lie there, climaxing again and again like a mindless whore. She
shuddered and jerked against her bonds, thrashing from side to side
while the smell of her own burning flesh turned her on.
Again the current soared from Sharon to Diane, the teenager shrieking
as her body bounced and jerked against the ropes. Her mother had sent
her a deluge of electricity, the voltage burning her nipples and
exploding through her clit. She was mindless, her body a convulsing
thing, her face a blur while spit stood like diamonds on her purple
lips. The last thing she did before losing consciousness was turn the
dial, sending more voltage into her mother's body, then collapsing
into a faint.
Sharon was the stronger, still resisting a faint while she thrashed
against the leather thongs. Billy's nuts were high and tight, his cock
rubbing hotly against the front of his Levi's as he watched the two
women electrocute one another. When Diane passed out, he shut down the
machine with a sweep of his hand. Sharon continued to sob and jerk,
even after her nephew had torn the pincers free of her quivering tits
and cunt. Pulling down his trousers, he slapped Sharon until she came
to her senses, holding her down by the shoulders while drilling his
hard, hot meat into her cunt. Oh God, God, that was what she'd been
waiting for! She laughed wildly, her fingers clutching at thin air
while her cunt snugged up hot and greasy against his poling prick.
How it filled her elastic pussy, striking her clit with each brutal
pass. She wanted him savaging her the way the electricity had,
destroying her, tearing her cunt apart. She could see in his eyes he
was enjoying this. And as her lust boiled and her clit was stung with
wave after wave of fizz, Sharon knew that she had cum with the
hardest, biggest cock in the world. She was whirling in sexual delight
as Billy dumped his hot load in her cunt.
"Now you two have a safe trip home," Helen said, her plump arms folded
one over the other as she stood on the porch. Billy was carrying the
suitcases down the creaking porch steps, putting them in the trunk of
Sharon's car. Diane was inside, pulling down her long sleeves so her
aunt couldn't see the dark red marks. She looked at Billy then inched
down in the car seat, wishing they could stay but knowing full well
they couldn't.
"We'll be back shortly," Sharon said, giving Billy a peck on the cheek
and flushing when she saw that grin on his face. Thank goodness his
back was to Helen's face.
"And write. It was so good seeing you again, Sharon. And you Diane, of
course," Helen called out as the car started.
"Yeah, real good," Billy whispered, leaning into the car and giving
both women a hard look before withdrawing.
Sharon waved, then backed up into the drive. She and Diane would have
much to talk about. There would be so much to think of and discuss.
But, she thought with relief as she steered the small blue car onto
the narrow country road, it was all out in the open.
And then when they returned... Sharon glanced in the rear-view mirror,
surprised to see herself smiling. Yes, they would return. Wouldn't
Helen be glad to see them.
And so would Billy!
THE END