Chapter 6
Cindy was surprised when she came downstairs for some milk and found her mother gone.
Cindy noticed the back door was opened, something her mother, never, ever did. She stopped by the stove, her heart beating wildly as she thought of the possibility of someone kidnapping her mother.
Cindy was about to phone the police when the instrument rang, jangling her nerves. Quickly the girl picked it up, relieved that it probably was her mother.
"Mom? Where are you? What happened?" she blurted into the phone.
There was a pause, a hesitation, then breathing. In an instant, Cindy knew it wasn't her mother and was about to hang up when a male voice came over from the receiver.
"She's with us. And if you expect to see her again, you're gonna do what I say, understand?"
Cindy was speechless, her fingers tightening around the black plastic receiver while her heart beat so hard she thought it would tear through her rib cage.
The man gave her instructions on how to get to the place. Yes, she had cab money. No, she would tell no one, knowing they would be watching for the police. Yes, she would get there right now.
It still seemed like a nightmare when the man hung up. If it weren't for the persistent bleating tone from the receiver, Cindy would have still thought it was her own imagination that had dreamed up the call. But no, the caller was serious.
Quickly she dialed the cab company, then slipped on her blue sweater and dashed outside, waiting impatiently for the car. The drive through town was an ordeal, every stoplight an unnerving sight.
The cab stopped in front of a dirt road with an old mailbox teetering by the side.
"That's the address, lady. You sure you want me to leave?" the driver asked, turning around and holding his hand out for the fare.
"Oh yes, yes," Cindy said breathlessly, giving him the money. "My mother's there. Please, I'll go up alone."
Cindy turned and watched the red tail-light; disappear. Cindy gathered what courage she had and began walking up the road.
In a moment, she could see two small square windows brightly lit. She stopped, pressing her icy fingers against her lips and wondered if she were doing the right thing. She could always go back, always flag down some car on this lonely road and phone the police. Whoever was holding her mother there would have to give her up.
Cindy walked forward again, moving into a small clearing. There was movement at the window.
For a moment, Cindy expected her mother to come rushing out and into her arms. Instead, two bulky men walked onto the old porch, the tallest one named Joe sauntering down the steps and studying her.
Cindy felt her heart thump in icy terror.
"You ... called me. Where's my mother?"
Cindy tried to sound as cool as she could, feeling foolish now for having come up here without the cab driver.
The man threw back his head and laughed, his loud voice echoing in the thick woods around the cabin.
"She's not here. I thought you were her for a while. Man, baby, your old lady and us we've been tyin' it on for a while."
"Wh ... what?"
"Yeah, sure, and I figured like mother, like daughter. She showed me a picture of you, see?" Joe held up a small photo.
Cindy shrank back.
Joe was putting the picture in his shirt pocket, coming toward her.
"No, no, you leave me alone! You don't ... you don't touch me!" she stammered, shaking her head.
Cindy turned on her heels and ran down the road, her purse banging against her thighs. She stretched her arms in front of her as she rushed through the night air, her sandaled feet sliding on the soft dirt.
Behind her, she could hear the man drawing closer and closer to her. Through the low branches of a tree, Cindy could see the headlights of a car threading its way carefully around the hairpin turn near the dirt road entrance.
"Help! Stop, stop!" she screamed, her lungs bursting from the effort.
She could almost feel Joe's breath panting heavily against the back of her neck. It was like being pursued by some evil beast! She shouted again, her courage failing her when she felt fingers gripping the back of her blouse.
Joe tore the garment, cursing loudly, then throwing himself forward like a missile. He hit her just below her shoulder blades, knocking her forward and sending the teen off-balance.
Cindy pitched into the darkness, her palms and knees hitting the ground and skidding over small rocks.
Joe nearly shot past her, digging his thick heels into the soil and stopping. Cindy raised herself from the ground, shaking the dirt from her face and starting to rise to her feet.
Joe stopped her, grabbing her elbow and pulling her back against him. She could feel his hard-muscled body pressing into hers while he gripped her skirt and blouse and started tearing at the material. Cindy screamed, twisting in his grip, her heels digging into the dirt while she beat her fists like useless cotton balls against his face.
Joe laughed again, the cruel, nasty laugh that made her flesh crawl. He had his hand up between her legs now, his finders scraping painfully along her cunt-flesh. Cindy cried out, her face a red mask of pain. He cursed her, biting the back of her neck while twisting two fingers up into her cunt.
The girl went white with shock, her body falling limp against him as she felt those fingers penetrating her pussy. It was happening all over again!
He twisted his fingers up until she squawked, her body stiffening once more. Feeling herself going out of control, Cindy pissed onto his invading hand.
Joe cursed, pulling his fingers out and shoving them up against her mouth. Cindy nearly vomited, the smell of her own urine making her sick. Still Joe persisted, shoving his fingers finally between her lips and forcing the teen to lick them.
"Yeah, that's it, tastes real good, don't it?
That's the way, lick 'em clean," he whispered, laughing as the girl grew wild with despair.
Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he twisted her around, slapping her on the bare ass and pushing her forward.
Cindy stumbled, sweeping the hair from her face as she felt a boot smack into her ass. She could still feel those fingers twisting up into her pussy, still feel the hot breath panting against the back of her neck while his legs had kept hers pinned against the ground. He was pushing her forward now, forcing her back to the cabin.
Once she was in the small clearing again, Cindy caught sight of the other man. He was on the porch, leaning on a post and watching the two of them climb up.
"Get 'er inside. We're gonna have some fun with this young slut," Mike said.
"She's no virgin. Found that out back there," Joe said.
"Fuck 'er?"
"Naw ... not with my dick, leastways."
Cindy burned with shame. Keeping her eyes down, terrified of the men at every step she took, the girl climbed the three rotting wooden steps leading to the porch, hugging her purse to her side as if that would somehow protect her.
She shrank away from Mike, stopping at the doorway, afraid to look him in the eye.
"Your old lady liked this place. At least, she seemed to, from the way she was groanin' and moanin' every time we poked 'er," Mike said.
"You ... you liar!" Cindy exclaimed.
Joe pushed her forward, shoving her into the room while Mike followed her in.
Cindy stumbled in, stretching out one hand to catch herself to keep from falling. Looking around, she saw she had grabbed a large black bullwhip hanging from a wooden peg driven into the wall. The girl screamed, backing away from the thing as if it were a live snake.
Quickly she looked around and saw that she had stumbled into some strange kind of torture room. There were frightening-looking instruments hanging from hooks and pegs. Some things she recognized from pictures of horses being trained and roped. Others defied her imagination, although she realized that all the devices were meant to cause pain.
"She's gonna have to have some training, a lot like her old lady, maybe even a little more."
Both men were in the room now, the door having slammed shut.
Cindy wanted to die on the spot. She shrank back, her elbows pressed against her sides, her fingers nervously fingering her purse strap while she shuddered.
The men were standing there, watching her, studying her, as if she were some small defenseless animal about to be devoured by two predators. Cindy wanted to fall to her knees and beg them to let her go. But she instinctively realized that would only inflame them.
"Let's get her naked!" Mike smiled.
Cindy hugged her body more tightly, her eyes dancing from one man to the other.
Joe was first on her, his fingers curling around the seam of her blouse and ripping it open. Cindy dropped her purse to the floor as she struck at the big man's arms again and again. She gripped the torn front of her blouse, turning around and rushing to the wall as if that move somehow would save her.
Then she felt Joe's hand come down around the back of her neck, his fingers ripping her blouse and tearing it open from the rear. With another paw-like sweep, he gripped the white narrow strap of her bra, ripping it in two.
"No!"
Her blouse was ripped away, her back naked. Cindy clung helplessly to the pathetic fragment of blouse still covering her tits.
Spinning Cindy around as if she were a rag doll, Joe slapped her hands away, exposing her pendulous tits.
The young blonde turned her head away, biting down on her lower hp and wishing she could run from the two men holding her. She hated them for staring at her tits, panting after her body that she knew they would take one way or the other. Cindy tried to stop the trembling in her hand. She wouldn't show them how terrified she really was.
Joe grabbed her by the elbows, pinning them back until her face went white with pain. He started chewing on her nipples as if they were bubble gum. Cindy let out a gasp of agony. The cords stuck out from her neck while her knees felt weak.
The dim play of light across Joe's ruggedly handsome face filled her with fright, yet there was a kind of wild excitement that she knew was forbidden.
Cindy felt his teeth biting down even harder on her nipple, drawing out gusting sighs from her. And when his knees started pushing hers apart, she knew full well what she could expect from these two animals.
"Oh!" she gasped.
They had grabbed her skirt, pulling it down to her ankles, then forcing her back until she stood there, hands clasped over her tits, dressed only in her pink cotton panties. Joe could see the dark V under the thin cloth, and he was about to tear it from her thighs when Mike restrained him.
"Let's get her up ... way up," he suggested, nodding in the direction of the ceiling.
Joe pushed her toward the center of the cabin.
Cindy warily eyed the instruments on the wall, wondering if the men were going to use one of them on her. She kept her arms hugged in tightly against her chest, hiding her nipples from the men.
Silently Mike walked to the far wall and started moving something around and around.
In the dim light, Cindy could see what appeared to be a winch. A movement caught her eye and she looked up, seeing a polished dark wooden pulley descending from the overhead beam.
Mike turned the winch handle again and again until the dreadful, frightening object was about four feet from the floor. Cindy shuddered when Joe grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward.
Attached to the pulley was an iron cuff, just like one she had seen in old pirate movies. The inside of that thing was rusty and sharp. They surely would cut her flesh with that awful cuff.
Shrinking back, Cindy shook her head, whimpering, as Joe forced her arm forward and placed her wrist in the opened half of the cuff. Meekly she submitted, a shadow of pain flickering across her face as the cuff clicked into place. A screw at the top secured the device, Joe turned the screw around and around until Cindy cried out in pain. She felt as if her wrist bones were crunching from the sharp pressure.
Mike began turning the winch the other way. Immediately Cindy felt her bound arm rising, pulling up, up from her body until it was stretched high over her head.
Standing on tiptoe, reaching up, Cindy tried to ease the tension. But Mike was determined to haul her body up from the floor. In a moment her toes left the filthy wood floor. Cindy couldn't prevent herself from crying out. A wrenching cry ripped from her throat as she swung like a pendulum, her scream bouncing from wall to wall while her fingers curled around the hard iron cuff.
Mike turned the winch, pleased at the girl's shuddering cries. Her legs were kicking out like those of a frog.
Cindy looked from man to man, finding herself rising higher and higher toward the ceiling. Her muscles ached while something popped in her shoulder. Throwing her head back, feeling her long blonde hair sweeping over her lower back, Cindy drew her other arm up and curled her fingers about the half-inch line supporting the cuff. Painfully she pulled as hard as she could, climbing onto the line and easing the pressure against her bound wrists.
A sharp smack against her belly told her that she had done the wrong thing. With a stinging cry of despair, she let go, feeling the pressure once more against her stretched-thin muscles.
Higher and higher, Cindy rose from the floor until she was nearly eighteen inches from the planks. The muscles in her arm seemed to be tearing.
Panting with agony, Cindy felt dizzy.
Her body hung limply, suspended by the one pulley above her and the cuff cutting cruelly into her flesh.