Chapter 2

"Aghghghhhh!" Marie froze, her nipples growing hard and itchy as she felt the hot pressure against her cunt lips. She remembered that broad, meaty prickhead that had plowed through her mouth earlier, and she imagined that thing trying to wedge its way into her cunt. The rubber-like lips of her cunt remained tense, keeping the bulbous tip of Eddy's prick from entering her pussy. She let out a long, low moan as the pressure increased.

"Ease up, baby, or I'm gonna knock the shit outta you."

Draping himself over her back, Eddy bit into the nape of her neck.

Marie thought he was tearing the flesh from her body. Rearing back, she struggled with the tape binding her wrists and elbows together.

"Ohhh, nooooo!"

God in heaven, he was fucking her, driving his prick into her until she thought her cunt would split in two! Shock wave after shock wave of pure pain slammed into her pussy as she felt her insides being stretched.

Starting to slide forward, Marie felt Eddy grip her hair and haul her back, slapping her ass to keep her moving. Sucking in a deep breath, Eddy shoved forward with all his strength, forcing the full length of his bloated prick into her tight cunt. Boring in all the way, he buried his cock inside her cunt to the hilt.

Marie shrieked, feeling as if her cunt were splitting right down the middle. The fat pole of cockflesh lodged inside her cunt felt huge. Marie couldn't believe something that huge could be in her pussy without doing some kind of damage.

Eddy paused for a minute, reaching around and fumbling for her tits. Once more he was pinching her nipples, squeezing them and rolling them between his fingers. This time there was a difference. This time he had his prickmeat in her cunt, moving it back and forth, stimulating the young teen wriggling under his hard-muscled body.

"Uh! Uh! Ufa!" Marie grunted with each forward fuckthrust. She thought that his prick would eventually stick out from her throat. She gasped, wondering if it was physically possible to be fucked to death. If so, she was sure it was happening to her. The huge knob of his prick hit her womb, then drew back, rubbing up against her clit and sending showers of delicious sparks back into her cunt.

Marie screamed in delight and horror, concentrating on the weight and heat of that big prick stretching her pussy. She writhed helplessly under him, agonizing to the pressure of hot, searing pain as his blunt-nosed prick tore through her. She flexed her cunt muscles. Maybe she could get rid of that horrid intruder. But that was impossible.

Eddy fucked harder and faster, the friction against her cunt-walls nearly setting them ablaze!

"Ohhhhhh!" Marie moaned.

Her cunt-walls were like hot, clasping fingers gripping his fucking prick. Marie felt every fleshy ridge of his cock as her cunt gripped the shape and size of that monstrous cock in her.

"Jesus, baby, you're hotter 'n' tighter than I thought, and man I was havin' some good thoughts about you lately."

Eddy jerked forward again, slapping his hips against her shivering ass-cheeks.

Marie went limp, still holding her breath, now feeling his steely prick slowly pull out. His cock was easing back, back, letting her feel the extent of her soreness inside. And then when Marie thought his cock was finally going to slip out, it zoomed back into her, his balls slapping against the underside of her ass-cheeks.

Now Eddy started a slow, rhythmic pounding, plunging his prick in again and again until his fuck-thrusts nearly pinned her against the mattress.

Hooking one arm around her, Eddie kept Marie from falling forward. Faster and faster, his hips worked, their fluttering moves hammering the teen again and again. There was nothing Marie could do to stop him.

Her body shivered with each fucking blow, her hair splashing over her flushed face while her arms ached from the bondage. In a moment, she felt his fingers sliding under her belly. They fanned out against her flat belly, then wriggled maddeningly up to her nipples and pinched the long nubs a third time.

"Nooooo!"

Hot tears blinded her as her mind sank into a dim haze of semi-consciousness. Marie felt Eddy moving her ass higher, shifting around a little, then stroking his cock more brutally into her. He was panting like a dog while the plum-like head of his cock slid back and forth inside her heated cunt-hole. His balls kept slapping her. Her clit tingled while his prick reamed her faster and faster. He was building his attack now, throwing his head back and keeping his eyes closed while his hips thrashed.

Marie cried out, tears running down her cheeks as she felt his prick swell even more. She knew he was going to cum now. She could feel his fucking become wild, uncontrolled, while his fingers gripped and tore at her body. The continual shoves of his prick inside her cunt were driving her mad. She screamed again and again, bucking backward. It felt good now, better than anything she had ever felt before.

"Yeah, yeah ... yeah

Eddy grasped her, his hands still flat on her hips. He made her fuck up and down with each movement of his prick.

"Yeah, that's the way, move that ass, move it! Move it!"

Marie was going wild. The prick rubbing in the seething hole of her cunt was making her brain boil with lust. She gasped as she felt him fucking her cunt now. His hands gripped her ass-cheeks tightly now, squeezing, kneading, tugging at them.

In his excitement, the young stud jabbed his forefinger into her asscrack, jabbing it around brutally until he stabbed it in her shitter up to the second joint.

Marie screamed mindlessly, her ass writhing.

"Ahhhhh!" Marie howled with lust.

Marie felt her body quaking and shivering with lascivious need while her ass-cheeks ground firmly against Eddy.

"Huhhhh ... aghghhh!" Eddy shouted, his fingers gripping and tearing at her.

Marie's ass slammed against him with a hard force, thrilling to the combination of his driving finger, his pounding cock, and the hot, squirmy jizz blasting into her seething cunthole.

And, as the heavy quantity of white fire backed out of her tight cunt, Marie felt the throbbing in her cunt overwhelm her. There was a moment's pause. Then waves of delight shot through her again and again, blinding her as she came and came.

Eddy fired again and again, his balls emptying out into her pussy while Marie groaned happily for more.

She had no idea how long this obscene scene had lasted. When she came to, Marie found herself flat on the bed, her arms aching horribly.

Twisting around, she looked for Eddy. He had left her on the bed, the cum oozing from her violated cunt. Marie lay there for what seemed like an eternity, the adhesive tape cutting cruelly into her flesh. She thought about what happened and sobbed for her lost innocence.

"Well, bitch, you really burned out my prick," Eddy said, toweling his wet hair briskly as he stood naked in the doorway. His body gleamed wetly from the hot shower he had just taken. "That sure was one fuckin' way to end the prom."

Marie rolled onto her back, crossing one leg modestly over the other as she stared hotly at him. He was laughing at her.

She could have scratched his eyes out. "You ... you..."

Eddy stopped drying himself off, narrowing his eyes and walking slowly to the bed. His flaccid prick swayed like a tree limb from side to side with each step he took.

Marie swallowed down a lump of fear, cringing, wriggling away from him until her spine was pressed against the headboard.

He sat down next to her, grabbing her by the chin and squeezing hard until she squealed with pain.

"Don't think you can threaten me ever, baby. Don't ever think that! You try mouthin' off to somebody about what happened, and that's about the last thing you're gonna be sayin'. Besides," Eddy added with a shrug and wry smile, "I'll just tell 'em the truth. Sure, we fucked around and maybe got a little rough. But she liked it, wanted more, goaded me on. Who you think they're gonna believe?"

Marie burned, knowing full well that no matter what happened to Eddy, she would be left in the lurch, sneered at by her friends, shunned by her family. He was right. There was little she could do except avoid him as much as possible in school.

"So, we can still be friends," Eddy said, seeing the defeat in her eyes. "And we can still fuck around. It'll be easier." He reached under her thighs and patting her cunt. "Now that I've broken you in. And I've even got a few surprises for a hot little bitch like you."

He started to get up, then thought of something.

"Oh yeah, thanks for comin' with me to the prom, Marie. Sorry about the flowers. I'll get you some more later."

Eddy laughed as he finished drying off. Marie rolled over and curled into a fetal position, sobbing freely, wondering what sort of trap she had tumbled into.

Three miles away, Marie's mother Ellen Beddingfield struggled against the studded leather collar choking her throat. The half-inch leather strips cinching her wrists together were starting to cut off circulation to her fingers, making them feel cold, icy, numb.

Stiff from the position she had been lying in for nearly an hour, Ellen shook the chestnut-colored hair from her eyes and peered up at the ceiling. If only they hadn't bound her wrists to her ankles, making it impossible for her to lie without resting painfully on her wrists and feet! She moved her naked ass, feeling her shoulders press uncomfortably against the concrete basement floor.

"God!"

The collar was too tight, she thought, tilting back her head to breathe. It was all she could do to get enough air in her lungs. If only someone would come and do something. It was the silence and isolation that were driving her mad.

At times she could hear creaking above her, a sign someone was walking upstairs. She had seen the house only briefly, the tall man named Jack ushering her through the living room area and down the stairs to this playroom.

Others in the semi-darkness had taken over, stripping her, collaring her, then finally binding her wrists and arms together in this awkward position before throwing her onto the floor and leaving her there to shiver in the dark.

Ellen stiffened. She could hear skittering noises, the sounds of rats scurrying around in the dark corners. She groaned, snaking her way away from the walls toward the center of the room.

Now she began to question her motives for having joined this horrid club.

Footsteps! Ellen panted heavily, her tits rising and falling mightily. She raised her head, seeing a dark bulky figure descending the basement stairs. She shuddered, her fingers pressing against her palms as a big man moved slowly through the shadows.

Only when he was standing over her did the one single light bulb illuminate his face. He looked familiar, but Ellen couldn't place his face. He was darkly handsome, but in a cruel way.

He looked down at her, then he raised one booted foot and pressed it against her throat. Ellen gasped, feeling the cold hard leather rubbing up against her windpipe. There had been some leather games the last time, but nothing that had felt this threatening.

She squirmed, trying to jerk her head away from the big man. But he stayed with her, applying more pressure, pressing on her windpipe until Ellen could hardly get air through to her lungs. Her nostrils flared, her eyes bugging out while a pulse throbbed through her temples.

"Please ... please, don't ... don't do this to me!" she whispered, the words barely audible.

He had his heel against her windpipe now, rubbing from side to side, applying a pressure that made her gasp for air.

Ellen was terror-stricken. She thrashed, her arms and legs pulling against the restraining leather until her wrists were rubbed raw and pink.

"Uhhhh!" Ellen jerked forward, feeling the pressure ease off suddenly from her throat.

She coughed and gasped for air, her eyes watering with the effort.

"You never thought about what you were getting into, did you? What did you think it was going to be, a garden party?"

"I ... I don't know," Ellen confessed.

"You will," he said. "My name's Jack. I'll be ... instructing you, putting you through the paces. It's to see if you're up to the club's standards."

"I ... I don't want to join. I've changed my mind," Ellen said hurriedly, twisting painfully in her bonds.

Her shoulders had begun to ache while her thighs were cramping from that backward-bound position they were in.

"You don't have that option-at least, for tonight. You're here," Jack said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "and you'll stay here until I say you can go."

"No, please ... I ... uhhhh!"

He gave her no chance to explain. Bending down, Jack untied her wrists and ankles quickly, rolling her onto her belly and jabbing the pointed toe of his black engineering boots up into her asscrack.

"Awk!" Ellen's legs shot out. She felt the cold leather boot worming up against her shitter, distending the brown wrinkled hole.

Ellen screamed, her knees scraping along the rough floor while her tits were mashed against the concrete. Scratching her nails against the cold surface, she groaned softly, feeling the toe of the boot squeeze into her bowels. It was the most ghastly feeling she had ever felt in her life.

She tried crawling forward, but Jack pulled his toe from her shitter, pressing the heel of his boot against her shoulders. Ellen froze, afraid to make the slightest move for fear of him cracking her back.

"You ... you enjoy doing this, don't you?" she gasped.

Jack laughed softly, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of her hair. He began tearing at her scalp.

She cried out, her head snapping up from the floor, tears burning her eyes. She begged him to let her go, to let her flee from this club.

"Owwwww!" she groaned.

He was twisting her hair from side to side, laughing as she squealed with the tearing pain. When she thought she would surely faint from the agony, Jack let go, kicking her hard in the hip. The force of that blow made her roll over.

Ellen brought her hands protectively to her cunt, fighting back the sobs as she looked up tearfully at the big stud over her.

"Get up. You're no good to me on the floor right now. If you don't get up, I'll pull you up by the cunt," he snarled.

Ellen shook off her stupor, jerking her legs under her firm ass-cheeks and rising from the floor. She swayed unsteadily, bringing up one hand to her head while trying to regain her balance. Again Ellen thought of her home and sobbed, wondering when she would see it again.

"Nice cunt, nice ass, nice tits," Jack muttered, circling her slowly, pinching her now and then. "We're gonna get that cleaned up before I go any further. But first, I'll give you a sample of what we're all about."

Jack took her by the wrist and led her away.

Ellen followed reluctantly. She shuffled over the cold concrete floor, fear in her eyes. Her teeth chattered as she found herself facing the unknown.

He stopped, indicating a four-foot horizontal bar hanging overhead with one finger. Ellen followed his gaze and shuddered, raising her arms as Jack had directed her to. She watched helplessly as he strapped her tightly to the thing, using small leather straps of half-inch width and crisscrossing them to ensure the bonds would not slip.

"Okay, spread the legs side apart. Come on, don't take your fuckin' time doin' it."

"Ohhhh," Ellen groaned, obeying, feeling her nerve-endings stand on end as her torture session began.