Chapter 7
Before taking her from the car, James slipped a light leather blindfold over Janet's head. The feel of the material against the skin of her face was chilly, and she had to admit that in a funny kind of way it turned her on.
She felt herself being led by the leather rope around her wrists down a succession of what seemed to her to be low, very narrow, damp passageways-undoubtedly those she had observed when the car was making its final approach. Thinking she might eventually have to escape from this kinky prison, Janet at first tried to remember how many steps she took left or right and all that, but she quickly found it impossible to keep up with all that, and besides she was convinced that James was intentionally trying to confuse her in that respect.
At last they stopped in what Janet sensed was a cold, damp room. There was an incredible stillness all around her. James removed the rope from her wrists, but then immediately shackled her again, this time in hard, cold steel—far less flexible bonds than those she had experienced in the car.
Her feet and neck were shackled as well as her hands, and this time her four limbs were pulled taut, as if she were about to be drawn and quartered. The half-mask was still over her eyes, so that Janet could only sense-and try to hear—what was coming next.
James kept up his ritual of silence, and for a long time she neither heard nor felt anything. The anticipation was more than frustrating—it was maddening. At last, unable to take it any longer, Janet began to squirm and strain in her bonds, so that the straining motions would cause a tautness and tickling in her cunt and hopefully bring her some relief.
As she writhed and moaned, the hard kiss of a whip suddenly lashed out over Janet's body, catching her painfully on the left hip.
"Fuck you, you bastard!" she hissed out. "You'll never break me like that. I don't need you, you pig!"
The whip lashed out again, this time zinging in on the inner curve of her thigh and sending a thrill of ecstasy through Janet's whole body. She stopped writhing and waited.
After what seemed like an eternity, she felt the whip again, but this time gently, teasingly, nudging into the warm flesh of her inner thighs, lapping back and forth, darting, like a hard, cold human tongue.
"Oooooohhh," she moaned, "aaaahhh!" Then quickly regaining her composure, she spat out. "Pig! Prick! Bastard! Is that the best you can do? I'll bet the tiny tip of that whip is twice as hard as your whole puny cock!"
With that, the lash withdrew. This time Janet's agonizing wait was even longer. After the first twenty minutes, she was almost convinced that James had left the room. Then softly she felt it again—so soft at first that she wasn't even sure she wasn't imagining it.
Yes, there it was, coiling, whispering, toying with the insides of her thighs. She braced herself, determined not to show pleasure, and the exploration grew more bold, the whiplash inching closer and closer to her eager-to-explode cunt itself.
Another pause, but much shorter this time. Then the flicking, lapping lash. A pause. A dart of hard, thin leather. A pause, a dart, a pause.
Then the whip began to dance right up into the hair around her vulva. A thin stream of perspiration broke out on Janet's forehead underneath the mask and began to run down her face, stinging her eyes and dripping off the end of her nose. She knew she wouldn't be able to stand this much longer.
Still it stopped, it started, it stopped and started again. The whip was now delicately tugging at the hairs of her pussy, as if it were covered with tiny little fingers. She was getting hotter and hotter, hornier and hornier.
At last she screamed and the whip angrily bit into her cunt, so sharply that she was sure it must have drawn blood. Janet cried out in agony and fainted, awakening several minutes later to find herself still hanging limply from the manacles which bound her. The leather mask had been removed from her face, but she could see little in the pitch black darkness that surrounded her.
From far away she caught a flicker of light. Keeping her eyes on it, she saw it grow closer and closer until it came out of a tunnel and into the room where she was imprisoned. The black candle shed little light, but she could tell that the man carrying it was James and that lie now was clad only in a leather codpiece.
Even in the near pitch blackness, she was staggered by the sight of his near-naked body. Each part of him was perfectly proportioned, and all the muscles were just right, just taut enough without being overworked into beefiness. Especially, she could well observe, that one particular muscle.
James paid no attention to her whatsoever. Placing the black candle on the far side of the room, he immediately vanished back down the long tunnel once more. In a few moments or minutes he returned, with another black candle. This ritual was repeated seven more times, until there were a total of nine candles burning in various parts of the room.
The ninth candle James carried to the middle of the room where Janet was bound. He moved it in close to her, so that she could feel the burning, melting wax close to her skin as James moved it around and around, muttering some sort of wordless, silent hocus-pocus, the candle coming closer and closer to her skin.
James moved the candle so close to the nipples of her breasts that Janet was sure he was trying to scorch them. But each time he darted it away just in time before any real harm was done.
Then slowly, steadily, James moved the burning candle down toward the exposed area of her cunt. For one terrible moment she was convinced he was going to set her bush on fire, but suddenly, with a deft flick of his hand, James extinguished the candle and shoved the whole black stick, smoldering wick and all, up Janet's wet and ready cunt.
The pain was intense, but the ecstasy was equally magnificent. Once again, tears coursed down the side of Janet's cheeks, but she didn't pass out, didn't cry out in either pain or delight.
It seemed to her that James nodded in approbation, pleased that she had passed some kind of test. The next thing Janet knew, he was loosening her bonds so that she was able, for a few seconds at least, to collapse to the cold, wet floor and grab a fitful few moments of sleep.
But almost immediately, James was roughly tugging at her again. This time he dragged her through countless long passages without replacing her mask, but by now Janet had no desire to try and figure out where she was or where she was going. Her struggling was almost over, although her initiation had barely begun.
Suddenly they stumbled into a room brightly lit, this time by bright red candles. The air was heavy with some incense that Janet had never smelled before. She was also certain that smell of come hung heavily in the air, along with another smell that she could not quite place.
Uncle Elmer was completely naked in the middle of the room, strapped tightly to the floor. His fat hung about him in quivering mounds and he began to moan and gasp uncontrollably as soon as James brought Janet into the long, narrow room.
James roughly pulled Janet along the damp passageway until she was forced to stand almost directly over the bound man's face. He reached down and pulled the candle, which was still stuck in her cunt, out, then quickly replaced it, jamming the thick end in first.
Again with lightning speed, he manacled Janet's ankles and wrists to the wall of passageway, so that she was now as much a prisoner as the fat creature below her. He then reached into his crotch, pulled out a book of matches, and lit one.
Janet trembled for the first time in real terror. James moved the lighted match toward her, down, down, down-and lit the wick of the candle which had its bottom end plunged up into her cunt
She felt the heat grow hotter and hotter between her thighs and would probably have screamed or fainted except for her amazement and delight at what was to happen next.
James reached again down into his codpiece, but this time instead of pulling out a book of matches, he grasped his holy rod itself and brought the magnificent animal gasping and choking out into the open air.
Janet let out a low gasp of absolute amazement. His cock was far larger than anything she had ever imagined-a full half-size again larger than even the Puerto Rican superintendent's cock which had been the first to ram home in her thirteen-year-old pussy. And James' cock was not even fully erect.
Her low moans of pleasure at seeing his meat seemed not to faze James at all. It was if he were totally oblivious to her watching him. Nor did he play with himself or caress his meat in any way, just sort of letting it hang semi-limply between his powerful thighs as he stood there straddled the nude body of his fat Uncle Elmer.
The man on the floor began to squeal like a stuck pig, struggling mightily with his bonds. First he would look up into the burning candle dangling from Janet's cunt, then he would dart a peek back at the huge, drooping cock of his nephew.
James rolled his head back on his shoulders and slipped his hand down to cup his grapefruit-sized balls. Suddenly a yellow trickle began to spurt from the end of his giant dick, then a growing stream. Urine, shot everywhere around the room, covering every inch of the fat, squealing old man's body, filling his mouth and eyes and ears and nose.
After the first flood of piss, James took the spurting rod in his left hand and aimed it up at Janet, hitting her full in the face, then stinging into her breasts, then slowly, ever-so slowly, dropping down lower and lower until the stream quenched the burning candle wick just in time to keep it from igniting Janet's whole forest of cunt-hair.
James led Janet on to the next chamber without stopping to let her get her breath or even try to wipe the golden piss from her body. She felt shamed, dirty, degraded, and she knew that she had never been so overwhelmingly turned on by a man ever, in her whole life. Each time they turned a new corner in the maze, her imagination leapt to new heights of fantasized ecstasy. She knew that things were only going to get better and better.
But Janet still knew that she must not let James know the extent of her pleasure. Only by thinking that she was still resisting—even violently resisting—could he achieve the full extent of his own pleasure. And when that pleasure finally happened, Janet told herself with an excited shudder, this whole damn mountain might just split wide open and there just might be another Grand Canyon formed.
James himself was not so much fooled by Janet's pretense as she imagined him to be, but he appreciated fully the game she was playing. He would have been turned off, it was true, the minute she began to coo or act like she was enjoying the tortures of initiation he was putting her through.
But, he thought quickly, if on the other hand, had she really been in agony, he wouldn't have enjoyed that much either. It was this middle road, this precarious tightrope between pain and pleasure, that he delighted in exploring.
And Abigail delighted in it, too-though vicariously of course. Though her brother Elmer was "permitted" (she liked that term) to actual participate in some of the rituals, Abigail herself gained pleasure only through observing. But she observe for days, even weeks, on end and never tire of being a spectator.
She now awaited James and Janet in her favorite room in the chalet, a vantage point perched high above a kind of well-like hole in the ground, the whole set-up being not unlike Edgar Allan Poe's "The Pit and the Pendulum."
James and Janet entered this pit from a small door in one side, which was then shut tightly, so that Janet heard it click shut from the outside. They were trapped, she realized, and the slimy stone walls were, she was sure, impossible to scale, even for someone far more athletic than she.
Looking up she saw the stern face of James's mother peering at them from high above. She could swear the old woman was smiling the most evil smile she had ever seen.
A loud whirring noise sounded from above, and Janet noted that a peculiar kind of contraption was being lowered mechanically from high above-higher even than where the old woman was peering over the edge and into the pit.
As the contraption drew closer, Janet felt a strange familiarity with it, for at the end of the metal pendulum was situated yet another rack on which to stretch her lush young body.
James quickly proceeded to do just that, snapping her neck, ankles, and wrists all firmly into place. There was yet another bit of confinement built into this contraption, however, as Janet was soon to learn.
With a most evil smirk on his face, James then proceeded to cinch her hips and thighs tightly into place so the even if she had tried to squirm her cunt about, it would have been totally impossible.
The contraption then began to whir again and Janet felt herself being lifted slowly up towards the top of the pit. The motion stopped about half-way up, and Janet hung there, trapped, her naked body strapped into place facing the bottom of the slimy pit.
An eerie purple light then began to fill the pit, and hideous, droning music like the bellowing of creatures blind and mad, dwelling far below the surface of the earth. With a mixture of horror and delight, Janet noticed that James was once more freeing his cock from the tight confines of his codpiece, and this time the meat was hard and erect and ready for action.
Then to her surprise, Janet saw James take a position flat on his back on the slimy floor of the pit. His right hand slipped strongly down to grasp the hard, angry flesh of his own cock and he began pulling slowly on the entire length of the massive tool.
Janet felt her own cunt juices flowing as they never had flowed before as she watched James toy with his meat. She became hungrier and hungrier for him, and had she been free, she would have hurled caution to the winds and gone after that huge, throbbing dick no matter what the cost.
But, she realized, I'm not free. And then the full extent of her torture dawned on her.
The pendulum began to swing, and Janet's hot, tingling body moved with it, back and forth, back and forth, lost eternally in space, while the only thing she wanted in the world displayed itself tauntingly only a few feet below her.
And then, as if the torture were not unbearable enough already, the pendulum began to lower her still swinging body deeper and deeper into the pit, drawing her closer and closer to the release she knew could not be hers.
Janet's whole body began to quiver with ecstatic frustration, and still the mechanism brought her closer and closer to James and his growing, throbbing tool.
James, too, began to become excited by the controlled encounter. He bucked his hips up into the air, so that the full length of his cock leapt out into the air between him and Janet. And slowly, slowly, the rocking pussy descended, coming closer and closer to the tip of his dick.
Janet's tits were also hanging free, and James reached up to nibble at them as they swung by. He bit harder and harder at them the lower they came, and finally fastened his whole mouth, leechlike, onto the left one for several full swings.
Letting his mouth collapse from the warm flesh of the tit, James fell back flat on his back on the floor. Janet was now only about a foot or so above him, her body still rocking back and forth in a rather rapid motion lengthwise past his own excited, muscular body.
His cock stood up like a pole and waited the swinging body to graze by it. Closer and closer it came, and closer and closer he came to coming. His whole body began to shudder in anticipation, while Janet's body, being jerked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth the way it was, was receiving almost no actual pleasure at all. If only she had been able to touch his cock, with her lips, with her fingers, with one hair of her cunt, for a second, she would have been satisfied forever, she thought.
But then they did begin to touch, and she realized, that the frustration was even greater than before. Even the whip which had lapped at her cunt an hour before had not agonized her like these momentary grazings of the greatest cock in all of existence.
Down and down she came, faster and faster, and James felt the touch of her pussy hairs swinging, dripping with the love juices of anticipation, come whipping by the ready-to-explode tip of his cock.
"Oh, shit!" he screamed out at last, his booming voice volleying hollowly up and down the pit "Now, now, NOW!!!!"
Janet trembled waiting for the spurt of his hot come all over her sweating body, but instead she felt herself being jerked up rapidly towards the top of the pit. She saw the waves of hot gism come spurting out of the end of James' choking, excited cock, but not one drop reached her. Not one single solitary drop.
From above she heard the sound of excited applause from Abigail Crimpton-John. She fainted.
When Janet came to this time, she was in a large spacious room surrounded by stars. This confused her at first, but regaining consciousness slowly she realized that the whole room was covered with a large glass dome, making it like a giant planetarium with real stars.
She was lying on a large water bed with black leather sheets. To her surprise, she was alone and she was not tied down.
She arose slowly rubbing her wrists and ankles. There was no light inside the room except that which came from the night outside, but there was a full moon high in the sky and she could see perfectly.
All around her on the circular walls, Janet saw what the history books have always referred to as "instruments of torture "-racks, chains, stocks, iron maidens, the works. They made a curious decor, Janet thought, afraid to even wonder if they were more than just decoration.
The water bed itself stood in the very middle of the room. Janet noted with pleasure that it looked like it could accommodate up to eight or ten people, all sucking and fucking at once. That might be one hell of a way to make waves.
But at the moment all she wanted was James. That, she laughed, would be wave-making enough for one night.
After ten or fifteen minutes, she began to worry. Maybe he wouldn't be back. Maybe that one time he had come so magnificently would finish him for the night—though from the looks of his equipment she sincerely doubted that. And worst of all, maybe he was never going to fuck her at all.
That horrified her most of all, particularly since Janet had never been hornier in her life. This whole week-end had been a succession of one frustration after another, as if the whole universe were conspiring to keep her from coming.
And she knew that when this come came, it would be like no climax she had ever experienced in her life. That more than anything was what kept her going, kept her from reaching down and finishing herself off with her own two hands.
Thinking about it was getting Janet more and more excited all over again. Her aching clitoris once more stood up erect and the walls of her cunts went soft and moist once more.
She was moaning softly to herself, her eyes closed tightly against a flood of welling tears, when James slipped silently in and found her rocking on the bed.
He watched her for a long few minutes before hissing out, "Shut up, you cunt. Haven't you learned your lesson yet? Haven't you learned anything from being pissed on and burnt and teased? Haven't you understood, you miserable horny bitch?"
"Oh, please, please, please!" Janet screamed out, her sobs rocking the whole water bed now. "Don't punish me anymore. I can't stand it. Help me. Please help me. Oh, James, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I've got to be fucked soon or I'll surely die!"
"You may die, you miserable slut, if you don't learn your lesson!" He slapped her hard across the face, and the blow brought her more pain than pleasure. "God damn you, you bitch! Haven't you learned anything?"
"I don't care, I don't care," Janet screamed. "Kill me if you like, but fuck me first! I can't stand it!"
James stopped cold, trembling with anger. "You will stand it!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Believe me, you will stand it! Just as long as I saw, you will stand it! And you won't ask for it! Now or ever! You bitch, you cunt, you whore! No real woman ever asks a man to fuck her! No real woman ever begs!"
James was still trembling and raised his hand to strike Janet again just as the door opened behind him and Vito appeared, dressed as James had been that afternoon in full black leather.
"Need some help, old buddy?" Vito smiled, all the waiterly kindness now gone out of his voice. "Is this cold bitch still giving you trouble? Does this little filly still need breaking in so that the cowboys can ride her?"
Janet was weak from frustration. "I've learned my lesson. I won't be a cold bitch anymore. I won't beg for it. I won't—" Words came tumbling out of her mouth as if she had been brainwashed. Through her tears she couldn't see the two men wink at each other across the room.
There was a sudden loud whir, and the room began spinning above Janet's head. She thought for a moment that she was fainting again, but then she looked around and saw that Vito and James were spinning to, or actually that she and the bed were spinning, as if they were on some sort of carousel, and Vito and James were standing off on the midway grinning at her.
Then the two men stepped up onto the spinning platform, smiled slyly, then began to slowly, sensually remove their leathers. God, what magnificent specimens they were, Janet sighed.
Vito came toward her first.
"Kiss it, you cunt," he ordered her, thrusting his salty, uncircumcised cock in her face.
Janet did exactly as she was told—no more, no less—running her lips up and down the whole length of his rod but never really taking it inside her mouth.
"Now, go after those balls, baby," her commanded. "Lick those big hairy balls. Lick 'em real good now. All over. That's it. Shit, that's real good, baby. You're learning real good. Lick those balls and kiss that dick."
While her tongue and lips went wild on Vito's cock and balls, Janet felt James moving toward her from the rear. His hard, firm hands reached around her and cupped her tits, pinching roughly at the nipples as he worked them around inside his palms.
"You like that, cunt?" he asked roughly. "Tell me you like it. Tell me you like me pinching your tits."
"I do," she gulped, removing her moist lips momentarily from toying up and down Vito's cock.
"You cunt!" the brawny Italian screamed out, cuffing her hard across the ear. "I told you to kiss my dick! Now eat it! Eat it all! Take every god-damned fuckin' inch of that ten-inch cock down your miserable slimy throat!"
Vito bucked his giant piece between her lips and far down into her throat, so roughly that Janet was sure he was going to impale her tonsils on the tip and drag them out.
"I said all of it!" he screamed, bucking harder and harder.
"You slut!" James yelled out, twisting harder and harder at her tits. "Didn't you hear me tell you that I wanted to hear you say you loved it. Tell me how much. Do you like the way I twist your tits? Say it, you cunt, say it! I'm not going to wait around all night!"
All that Janet could manage was a muffled little gulp, so rapid were the thrusts of Vito's throbbing cock in her mouth.
James hands dropped roughly to her waist, and the next thing Janet knew she was being drug bodily from the bed to a standing position.
"Ouch, you god-damn cunt, you bit me!" screamed Vito as Janet's mouth followed her body when James jerked her up.
"Please, please, please, stop, I can't stand it, I can't take any more," Janet begged, her aching mouth at last free from Vito's invasion.
"I thought you wanted to get fucked!" James screamed, ramming his unlubricated giant cock roughly but expertly deep into Janet's rectum.
The look of pain that shot across Janet's confused face would have chilled a lesser man, but Vito didn't miss a beat. "Yeah, fucked!" he shouted, lunging and plunging his cock just as deeply into Janet's wet and forgotten cunt. "This is what you've been wanting ever since last night, isn't it?" Vito gasped, bucking and panting. "This big Italian sausage shoved up into your hot little oven?"
Janet let go completely, her consciousness exploding somewhere between misery and delight. She clasped Vito to her with all her might and at the same time moved her buttocks frantically to accommodate the delightfully painful invasion from the rear.
"Oh, yeah," James gasped, bucking excitedly in spite of himself. "Oh, yeah, baby, move that ass, wiggle it, baby! Holy shit! Move that beautiful fuckin' ass."
Janet felt the first squirt of come in her ass, but Vito exploded inside her cunt almost simultaneously, and suddenly both men were filling her with their gism, pouring shot after shot of hot juice deep inside her.
Then, with so little warning that she herself was eternally amazed by it in the years to come, Janet felt her own clitoris stir like it had never stirred before, then as Vito and James kept bucking their still hard pieces of meat into her, her cunt began to contract, quiver, and explode, not once, not twice, but over and over again so many times that she lost count entirely.
The three fell laughing onto the still spinning water bed and began to roll and rock and play with each other. Vito was hard again almost immediately, and Janet took him once more into her mouth, eagerly, tenderly this time. In a few short minutes he was shooting another load of hot Italian come, and Janet gulped it eagerly down her throat and moved automatically, again without having to be told, to do the same for James. The men licked hungrily at her cunt until long past sunrise the next morning, and she serviced them again and again, with her mouth, with her cunt and ass, with her hands.
At last the three all fell asleep totally exhausted, little imagining that that very night this room on the other side of the mountain was going to be the scene of the most spectacular orgy the state of Tennessee had ever known.
It was going to be outrageous!