Chapter 2
Cindy Watkins wasn't at home as her mother had thought.
Secretly the teenaged blonde had been dating Jack, a former senior who was forced to drop out of school because of his drinking problem. Knowing full well that her mother would never have approved of her seeing someone like Jack, Cindy sneaked about, seeing him on the sly.
This evening would have been no different. Except this time Jack seemed more anxious.
When she had walked with him from her house to his pickup, she felt the tension, could see the hesitation in his eyes. What was wrong? Her cunt was so hot and tight and tingly. Jack had a way of touching it, of stroking it up to climax while she played with his prick. They would get each other off that way even though Jack wanted to fuck her.
Cindy knew that some time in the future she would let him fuck her. But that would be in the future. The thought of having a man put his prick into her cunt frightened the teen, no matter what the other girls at school had told her.
Now they were alone-or so she thought-talking softly above the glittering lights of downtown Los Angeles. Jack pulled her tightly against his body, stroking her hair, then bringing his hands down to her tits.
Gently Cindy squirmed away, brushing loose strands of hair from her face.
"Don't, Jack. I'm not ready for that ... yet," she said, feeling that even letting him touch her pussy tonight would be a mistake.
'Well, when the hell are you gonna be ready-when you're sixty-five?"
Cindy felt her heart sink while her palms grew sweaty damp. She could sense an ultimatum hanging in the air, one she didn't want to have resolved. But Jack was forcing the issue.
Squaring her shoulders, she turned around, about to speak. That was when a figure burst through the pines behind them, nearly falling over Jack.
"She's not gonna put out. Come on! Let's get her now!"
Cindy felt Jack grab her hands, pulling her forward, nearly forcing her to the ground. Her long, coltish legs kicked out behind her, her penny loafers sliding from her feet.
Cindy was too stunned at first to react. She could only feel hands pawing at her, tearing at her white cotton summer dress, exposing her thighs. When she felt someone pinching her ass, she slapped back, wrenching herself free.
Jack lunged for her, grabbing her ankles and upending her.
Cindy fell back heavily, hurting her lower back and thighs in the fall. The young stud was on her at once, tearing her dress up to her waist, knocked her legs apart while fumbling for his zipper.
Cindy screamed, her cries muffled by a filthy calloused hand pressing against her lips so hard that her teeth cut into them.
"Not here, man. The cops'll hear her. Come on. We'll have a good time with her out back."
Cindy struggled, kicking at them, biting, while Jack dragged her back by the wrists. She screamed again.
The other man moved around to the front, pulling out a filthy white handkerchief and stuffing it into her mouth. Cindy gagged at the taste and smell, pushing her tongue against the dirty rag.
He knocked the thing back in, taping it to her skull with masking tape that he had stuffed in his pocket. The inability to scream out for help drove the teen to a wild frenzy, kicking her legs out like those of a frog while jerking her arms around.
Jack still pulled at her, dragging her into the woods until they moved into a large, stone building. The air inside was damp, like that of an abandoned fruit cellar.
Cindy had been to the park many times, but she had never seen this building before. It was so dark she couldn't see a thing, feeling only Jack's strong fingers still wrapped around her wrists.
The other man stumbled around, muttering and swearing until he'd found a small Coleman lantern and lit the fire.
Gradually a reddish flame illuminated the stone walls around her. There was a table and broken wooden chair to the right, one of the legs badly shattered.
Twisting her head around, looking wildly about her, the terrified young woman saw there were four shackles screwed into the stone wall behind her.
Jack let her go, and Cindy fell with a thump to the hard-packed dirt below.
"Me and my friend Sam over here head a kind of club. It's something we started just after I dropped out. We found this old place in the park," Jack explained, studying the girl's half-naked body below him.
Cindy trembled, drawing her knees up into a fetal position. The glow from the lantern made Jack and Sam look fiendish. She felt as if she were in some horrible torture camp.
With a cry, Cindy scrambled to her feet, holding her torn dress to her tits and rushing toward the door.
Sam moved quickly, shooting a doubled fist into her belly. Cindy cried out through the spitty gag, doubling over, her knees failing her. The wind seemed to have been knocked from her as she crumpled to the floor, wincing and shuddering with pain. She had never experienced such agony before in her life. Tears of pain flooded from her eyes and streaked her flushed cheeks.
Jack dragged her toward the wall. The jab in her belly had reduced her to a docile state. He slammed her against the stone, her skull knocking hard against the wall.
Sam was holding her while Jack pulled what remained of her clothing from her with long, ripping sounds. She could feel the garments peeling from her body, her panties clinging briefly to her jutting hipbones until Jack tugged them down to her ankles.
She was naked, stark naked in front of Jack and this stranger! Blushing furiously, Cindy protested as they shoved her ankles into the metal cuffs, then locked them in.
"Please. That's what she'd be sayin' now if she could," Jack mocked, rubbing his fingers over her tits. "You've been jerkin' me along for a while. Now it's my turn to get somethin' back."
Sam was holding her back against the wall now while Jack slipped one manacle over her right wrist, then closed the other around her left.
She looked wild-eyed at the two men. It was a nightmare, a horrible, horrible nightmare coming true!"
She sobbed, biting down into the filthy gag, shaking her head while more tears rushed out of her eyes. She could feel the smooth cold stones rubbing against her ass-cheeks, the point of one easing in between her hot ass-cheeks and touching her puckered ass-hole.
Cindy's eyes widened as a kind of hot thrill nipped at the tip of her clit. She seemed surprised, letting out a small sigh while wriggling her ass from side to side. The smooth point slipped into her shitter, caressing her bowels and making her clit feel even warmer than before.
Jack smiled while capturing her tits in his hands.
Cindy trembled, her gaze dropping to her tits, watching as Jack's thumbs began stroking her hard tit-tips.
Cindy screamed, throwing her head back while clenching her fingers into two fists.
He had bitten down into her nubs, tearing at them with his teeth and clawing at her tits with his fingers. It was as if Jack had turned into a rutting animal feeding on her.
Sharp, lancing pains filled her body, making her sway back and forth as she twisted against the rusty manacles. Her cries bounced off the walls, filling the room.
Looking down, she could see teeth marks around her areola while Jack wiped his full lips with the back of one hand. He looked satisfied, as if he'd gotten what he had wanted.
Confusion and anger filled the girl. How could someone who seemed so nice and calm turn into something like this?
Turning, Jack opened the center drawer of the table and lifted a length of half-inch cord from inside. He twined the thick rope around her tit in a tight circle, looping it around once like a lasso.
Cindy looked down incredulously, shaking her head, staring at Jack as he laughed at her.
Taking another length of cord, he looped it around her left tit, tightening it until her nipple stood out like a small thumb. Cindy started to wail, her throat tightening while sobs of terror shook her chest.
"Gimme that lighter," Jack said, nodding in the direction of the table.
There was a pause, then a flash of something silver appeared in front of her eyes.
Cindy watched Jack flip open the lighter. Immediately a bright orange flame erupted, flickering near her face. She drew her head back, feeling every muscle in her body tense while her toes curled against the dirt floor.
Jack brought the fire up to her face, the flame flickering dangerously close to her eyes.
Cindy let out another cry, twisting her head around and pressing her cheek against the stone wall. She could feel the searing warmth against her face, could smell something acrid burning in the air. He was singeing her hair, watching several blonde tendrils blacken and curl back against her skull.
Cindy screamed, jerking her head from side to side, wishing she could crash into the wall and disappear from this hellish torture.
Bringing the fire down, down along her neck, letting the flame singe the nearly invisible blonde fuzz covering her cheek, Jack moved the fire to her nipples.
Cindy gasped, twisting her head around again and peering down. The ropes had made her tit-tips look huge, long pink protrusions, nipples throbbing with pain.
Jack grinned, watching as her body shook. When her whimpering died down, he brought the flame up close to her right nipple, watching as the fire reddened the tip even more.
Cindy squirmed against the wall, her muscles bulging against her sweat-slicked flesh while her ass-cheeks flattened against the stone. A scream tore from her throat, hardly muffled by the wet gag.
He was burning her alive, searing her nipples! Jack took the fire away, watching, as Cindy sagged in her manacles for the moment. Her head hung down, her long blonde hair curtaining her flushed face. Cindy was about to faint when she felt the searing heat attack her other nipple.
Cindy straightened, shaking the hair from her eyes as she felt more agony rip through her tit.
Jack moved the fire up to her chin, then brought it back down to her nipple, letting the orange fire flicker near her tit.
Cindy jerked as much as she could, tearing at the restraining bonds, screaming through the spit-slick gag. Her tits jiggled, making it difficult at times for Jack to keep the fire up against her nipple. But he succeeded, reddening her tit-tip, making Cindy think she would surely die if he kept this up.
Finally he pulled away, bringing the fire down to her cunt for just a second.
Cindy felt the biting heat right at the tip of her clit, and she let out a piercing cry that ripped from her throat. She felt the lancing pain cut into her clit, making her legs shiver.
She felt the world dropping away from her, the walls around her closing in while the ceiling seemed to drop onto her skull. She would be in a faint soon.
Another cry ripped from her throat as excruciating pain filled her clit.
Jack had brought the fire down to her thighs once more, letting the lengthening orange fire flicker up her pussy flesh until it started to redden.
Cindy couldn't faint, the pain was too great. She shivered, jerking and twisting against the wall as if she were a crazy puppet. She doubted if she could endure any more pain.
"Man, she's a live one. We're gonna have lots of fun with her."
"Mmfmmfmfmfmmffff!"
Her thighs jerked as Jack pulled the fire away and shoved three fingers into her pussy.
Cindy let out another cry, feeling his fingernails touch her cherry.
"She's tight, man, and still a virgin."
"A virgin?" Sam smiled.
"Yeah, man, can feel her tightenin' up on me," Jack said, winking at the terrified Cindy. "Of course, I knew that before. She used to let me stick a finger in while she jerked me off."
Cindy couldn't believe this was the same boy who had kissed her, touched her in those loving ways, respected her wishes when she had pushed him away. He was a crazy maniac now, out of control, doing perverted things to her.
She saw that orange flame again, this time glowing inches away from her eyes. The girl let out a whimpering scream, flattening her spine against the wall while her feet twisted in the manacles.
Cindy felt the cuffs cutting cruelly into her flesh, leaving marks in her lightly tanned skin. Jack was laughing at her, his eyes narrowed, mocking, his lips curled in a smile that sent shivers of terror up and down her spine.
Cindy tried to look away. But the fixe was too close to her, too threatening. She had to see what was happening. She followed the flickering yellow fire as it descended, warming her belly, burning more of the fuzz off her belly. Then suddenly it was flicking against her clit, brushing it like a burning feather, making her thigh muscles bulge outward while her ass-hole puckered.
Cindy screamed, throwing her head back, smashing it against the wall. Cindy saw the world explode in front of her eyes, her brain whirling around and around while something popped in her mind.
With another baleful cry, Cindy slumped in her bonds, her cunt still convulsing as Jack flipped the top of the silver lighter back to its shut position and dropped it into his pocket. Cindy slumped forward, sagging against the cold metal cuffs while a trickle of pussy juice oozed down her inner thighs.
Cindy was unconscious. She dreamed of the men hitting her, raping her, torturing her. Twisting in her bonds, the girl moaned, unaware of what was really happening around her.
She awoke with a startled shock as ice cold water splashed around her. She threw her head back, her muscles cramping painfully from the surprise. Her blonde hair clinging to her cheeks, Cindy noticed that the men had turned her around while she had hung there lifeless.
Her injured tits were against the cold wall now. For a moment the girl was pleased she was in this position. At least, she thought, they couldn't fuck her this way.
But then Cindy felt something pressing up against her ass-hole-something very hot, very hard. Her mouth opened as that pressure became pain. At the same time she felt fingers gripping her hipbones, and she knew at once Jack was going to fuck her in the ass!
Cindy pulled crazily against her bonds, shaking her shoulders, scraping her knees against the stones as she jerked and writhed. She couldn't let him do this! It was a horrid nightmare coming true!
Cindy tightened her ass-cheeks, forcing her ass-hole to clench while Jack grunted and shoved in. She could feel one hand leaving her hip to guide his cock into her ass.
Cindy moaned through the gag again, shaking her head as if that would somehow end this horror. Slowly, painfully, she could feel that fat meaty head of his cock slip past her sphincter, her shitter grudgingly giving in to the pressure.
Cindy let out another cry, cinching her eyes tight as a painful kink in her bowels hurt her.
Jack felt her shitter tightening on his cock and slapped her ass again and again with both hands, reddening her jiggling white ass-cheeks until Cindy forced them to relax.
"Man, that's it, sink that prick into her butt!" Sam encouraged.
"Christ! She's tight back here. But I wanna get in. Don't wanna get messed up in her cunt ... yet," Jack grunted.
Jack laughed at her distress, telling her what a wonderful ass she had.
She could feel his thick cock shuttling in and out of her ass-hole, the rough brutal attack making her ass more tender.
Each time he jammed his prick into her ass-hole, he forced her hips against the wall. Cindy felt the sensations firing up her cunt and her bloated cunt lips again and again while that fleshy shaft fucked out her ass-hole.
She could feel his prick slowing down, pulling out in a slow withdrawal. Just as she thought he was going to take it out, he pushed the steely prick back in, rubbing his hairy groin over her ass-cheeks.
In a moment, she felt a warm dampness gather around her stretched ass-hole. The moisture grew. It was a delicious kind of feeling, one that spread to her cunt while Jack took a good deal of pleasure in ramming his prick deep into her ass-hole. Each time he grunted, biting the nape of her neck, she jerked her head back and let out another cry.
Soon the tempo of his fuck-thrusts increased, his groin slapping her ass so hard that they reddened from the blows.
"Man, blowin' it!"
With that, Cindy felt something warm and sticky blast into her bowels like a hot enema.
Jack was groaning, biting her, tearing his fingernails into her flesh while keeping his shooting prick deep in her bowels.
Cindy cried, sagging in defeat, feeling the mixture of cum and juice trickle down the backs of her legs.