Chapter 3
Ellen curled her toes, the touch of the cool black leather cuffs against her ankles sending shivers of delight and fear racing up her spine. Her flesh broke out into goose pimples while her nipples began to stiffen and stand on end.
Ellen shook the loose hair from her eyes as Jack spread her legs widely apart. Looking down, she saw that beyond each of her separated feet a ringbolt in the floor held a short chain that held an anklet. It was that touch of leather, that smooth soothing sensation that had made her body writhe in the fetid air.
Jack was fitting the anklets on her and buckling them tightly, looking up at her tightly drawn, whitish face and smiling with approval. Yes, he could read the growing terror and dismay on her face, exactly what he had hoped to see.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me here?" she asked, streams of perspiration beginning to trickle down her back and out from her underarms.
"What do you think? What kind of club do you think I run here?"
Jack got up from the floor, dusting off his Levi's, then moving slowly to the wall where a small wooden winch handle was fastened to the cinderblocks.
Ellen could barely see a thick rope leading from the winch to the pulley overhead. He was going to stretch her, tear her body apart right there in the basement!
Ellen threw back her head, and screamed, her wrists twisting in the bonds, her knees shaking wildly while the anklets tightened cruelly with each move she made. Gasping with pain and fear, she managed to control herself for the moment, watching as Jack began to turn the wheel slowly.
"Uhhhhh!" Ellen felt the bar rising slowly, taking her body with it.
First one, then the other heel left the floor, her toes still remaining flush against the concrete. In a moment the small short chains holding the anklets to the eyehooks in the floor tightened and vibrated, refusing to give while the overhead bar continued to rise. Her arms stretched until the muscles bulged smoothly against her sweat-damp flesh. The cords stood out in her neck as Ellen cried out for the big man to stop hurting her. Still the ratchet turned, stretching her body more and more.
Ellen could feel pain tearing at her arms, her shoulders, her belly. She thought she could hear something pop in her shoulders while her knees ached terribly.
Another turn!
Ellen shrieked, her face becoming wet with streams of sweat while her tits flattened against her stretched upper chest. Still Jack continued to turn the winch, moving more slowly now, listening eagerly to her screams for mercy and watching as her body formed a tall, narrow X.
Ellen's shrieks bounced off the gray walls, her breaths coming in gasps, her eyes fluttering madly, her forehead creased. She thought he would surely pull her arms out of her throbbing sockets.
Then Jack stopped. He walked back to her. The bones in her legs ached with the terrible pulling pressure. Ellen watched him approach.
"Uhhhh!"
"You're a beautiful woman, even when you're stretched this way. Especially when you're stretched this way, I should say, eh?"
He laughed, running his fingers up and down her side, rubbing her nipples with both hands, then bringing them down to her cunt.
Ellen shivered, feeling his callused palms pressing against her cunt-mound. She groaned, closing her eyes, feeling his fingers working greedily over her, sliding into her cunt-hole and touching the super-sensitive membranes until her head rolled back and her mouth lolled open.
In spite of herself, Ellen was feeling her pussy heat up, the searing warmth making her clit stiffen and curl back under the man's touch. He laughed again, not saying a word as one finger slithered into her cunt-hole, twisting around like a snake. His thumb began caressing her clit.
Ellen groaned, her body starting to move in a counter-movement as that wriggling finger touched all the right places. Ellen was breathing faster, her flesh glistening with perspiration while her nipples throbbed in time with her clit. Her toes tickled while that wonderful finger caressed the soppy, velvety smooth walls of her cunt.
Jack had crushed her clit under one jagged thumbnail, rolling it savagely back and forth, then pulling his finger out only to grab a fistful of her pussy-hairs. Again Ellen screamed, her body bouncing against the restraining chains as Jack tore the silken hairs from her cunt. Her head jerked from side to side.
"Now, we begin."
Jack backed away from her and disappeared in the shadows.
The woman was grateful for this respite. She sagged in her bonds, looking up at the pulley assembly over her head. She kept hoping that God somehow would make the thing collapse. But the pulleys remained mercilessly silent, secure in their rivets.
Jack returned, tapping a small black leather whip against his left thigh.
Ellen cringed, her wrists hurting more and more as the leather straps cut into her flesh.
"Ohhhh!" Ellen shivered, her body shuddering.
Jack began tapping her nipple with the wrapped handle of his weapon. Ellen closed her eyes as he moved the whip over to her other nipple, touching it soothingly, almost lovingly. He was tickling her body with the leather, drawing the whip down to her belly, then finally tickling it between her cunt-lips.
Ellen bit her lower lip, not wanting to show this animal how she felt and yet not being able to stop her reaction. Ellen knew her body was giving in, surrendering to the cool, firm touch of the black leather when Jack drew it from her.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him standing at least four feet away from her, holding the whip tightly with his right hand, cocking his arm back and taking deadly aim. Ellen stiffened with fright, shaking her head.
The long snake-like whip unfurled with a crack over his head, then came crashing down on her right shoulder.
"Eaghghghhh!" Ellen thought someone had sliced her arm away.
She closed her eyes and shrieked in pain, her arms and wrists tugging at the leather bonds. The knife-like agony ripped through her shoulder, ricocheting through her body and crushing up her spine. She sobbed, blinking away the tears as Jack prepared himself for another killing blow.
"Uh!"
He had doubled the whip now, striking the loop against her cheek. The force of that blow snapped her head violently, her long silken hair splashing over her face. Cool air on the inner flesh of her cheek and the slow, heavy trickle down her face suggested to Ellen that he had scarred her for life. She licked blood from the corner of her mouth, feeling nothing but savage hatred for this man.
"This is only a sample. You'll come to love this." he said, rubbing the leather whip against her lips and laughing at her.
"No!" Ellen spat at the thing, feeling anger rising in her.
"They all say that at first. You'll be a great success story," Jack said, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully, then stepping back once more.
It was then Ellen noticed the big bulge tenting up the front of his Levi's. The sight of her hanging there helpless, stretched, while he whipped her savagely was turning him on. Ellen ignored the fiery pain running from her ribs to her navel and glared hatefully at him.
"Let me go! I don't want these games any more! You're all crazy! You're horrible!"
Jack coughed, his breath catching for a moment as he stared in amusement at her. Jerking his arm back, he brought the whip down against her nipple. The slicing pain of that blow was only the first agony for her.
After her scream, after an involuntary spasm that made her legs shiver against the chains holding them, Jack moved up to her and punched her hard in the stomach.
Ellen let out a whoosh of air, her head jerking forward.
"You don't have anything to say now, do you? You don't want to scream at me what you think about all this right now?" Jack taunted.
Ellen wanted to spit at him, then thought better of it.
"Bitch!"
He slashed the whip across her face. Lashing out a second time, he nearly peeled a narrow strip of flesh from her nipple.
"Yagghhh!" Ellen writhed with the pain of the cuts.
She could feel something warm and sticky flowing down her ribs. She was afraid to look. Her entire body twisted and writhed with agony. And there would be more to follow.
Jack stared hotly at her, licking his lips. The twisting, tortured body aroused him. He came closer to Ellen.
She felt weak and hurt. But when he grabbed at her cunt, twisting the hairs and her cunt-lips in his fist, Ellen sprang to life. The pulling, tearing agony blasted through the woman like a hot knife. She exploded in a series of shrieks, her body vibrating like a struck tuning fork against the restraining chains.
"Yeah, good. Your screams are like good music to me, baby."
Ellen forced herself to be silent, choking back her own shrieks. She wouldn't give him any satisfaction.
When she remained silent for more than a moment, Jack brought his left hand up to her face, beating her with it until the nails scarred her flesh.
"Come on, baby, cat got your tongue. It'll go easier with you if you let it all out," Jack taunted.
When she remained silent for more than a moment, Jack brought his left hand up to her face, beating her with it until the nails scarred her flesh.
"Come on, baby, cat got your tongue. It'll go easier with you if you let it all out," Jack taunted.
When she still refused to scream, he backed down once more, lashing his whip across her face, her belly, the tops of her tits. The black leather smacked her each time, sending a shiver of agony racing through her body.
Ellen bit her lip until she could taste her own blood. But still she kept quiet, choking back the screams as the black leather whip curled around her body, stinging her flesh cruelly.
Opening her eyes at one point, Ellen saw the long red marks appearing on her skin. There were welts in some places, long ugly purple things scarring her flesh. It was more than she could stand.
"Noooo! Oh no, no!"
Jack stopped for a moment, listening to her cries of horror. Doubling the whip again, he moved up to her hanging body, hitting her across the underarms, then bringing it down and sliding it into her spread cunt. Noticing how greasy the leather surface became, Jack began striking her pussy lightly with the whip, increasing the force of the blows as Ellen's cries became louder.
"Not there! God in heaven, not there!" she shrieked, her head snapping back.
Jack slapped the whip down hard, the blow distending her cunt lips and sending an exploding shock of pain into her womb.
Ellen nearly lost consciousness with that blow, her body shivering as her tits bounced against one another.
Ellen looked up and saw the dark pink chafing marks on her wrists. Her ankles, she was sure, looked the same. And still Jack hit her, moving around now to her back and bringing the looped belt down hard between her jutting shoulder blades. The pain was maddening as long red stripes appeared on her flesh.
"Ughhhh!"
He beat her calves, the backs of her legs, along her spine, the back of her neck, then he finally concentrated on her jiggling plump ass-cheeks. Again and again he smacked the black leather against her firm ass.
When Ellen's cries reached a fever pitch once again, Jack turned the whip around, jabbing the handle up against her ass-cheeks, then sliding it down until it was rubbing up against her shitter.
Ellen's mouth opened, a rush of air escaping. He was going to fuck her with that thing! Her knees shook while her body jerked violently against the restraints.
In spite of all this pain, she was growing hot, very, very hot. She felt the greasy, sexy slide of her cunt lips over one another as her body jerked in the restraints.
Jack reached around, dipping his fingers once more in her pussy and grunting with satisfaction. Now he knew how hot she was.
Ellen felt the handle screwing hard against her shitter, forcing its way into her bowels.
"Awwwwkk!" Her eyes bulged out as Ellen felt that horrid thing trying to screw its way into her ass.
She pushed outward as if she were trying to take a shit. She wasn't going to let him do this to her! She would do anything to keep that horrible thing out of her ass.
But Jack began hitting her savagely across the back and buttocks, making her cry out, confusing her. When she finally relaxed, he jammed the whole thing in like a huge, hard lump of shit going the wrong direction. Suddenly half of the handle was already shoved in.
"Agaghhh!"
"That's it, baby, gobble it up. You got a hungry ass like you got a hungry cunt!"
She hung there, half the whip handle sticking out of her ass-hole. The muscles around her shitter felt as if they were becoming separated because of the pressure.
Jack didn't give her enough time to become used to the strange invasion. Slowly he began twisting the thing around and around, making short, jerky fucking movements with the handle until her sphincters began loosening.
Ellen gasped. "Stop this. Please, stop ... oh God, God!"
Jack was right. In spite of herself, Ellen felt her pussy growing hot and tight. She thought her cunt was almost yearning to feel a prickhead slide in there, touching all those sensitive walls that only Jack's fingers had scraped.
When the big man shoved the entire handle in her ass and began screwing it back and forth, Ellen shrieked, her body trembling as if she were having a fit.
Jack left the handle in her ass for a few moments, then he pulled it out. It felt like a vacuum had been attached to her bowels, sucking out all her guts.
"Oooooh!"
"That was only a sample, a taste," he said, wiping the handle against his pants, then moving back to the wall.
Ellen heard the sound of the turning ratchet, felt the slackening of pressure against her arms and legs. In a moment her feet were flat on the floor while the horizontal bar no longer pulled painfully at her shoulders.
Jack was untying the straps. It was all she could do to keep from falling to the floor.
"Now through those doors," Jack said, pointing to a set of green metal doors to her right.
Ellen bent down, rubbing the chafed, sore spots where the anklets had been tied. She was anxious to move from the room, get away from Jack. She hesitated, but then moved quickly when he threatened her once again with a savage kick.
"Ooooh!" Ellen stumbled forward. The aches in her muscles from all the stretching made her walk awkwardly.
When she reached the doors, Jack unlocked them, then pushed her forward roughly. She tripped and fell, sprawling on her hands and knees on the cement basement floor. Hands suddenly appeared and set her upright.
Jack was still behind her, slapping her on the ass, grabbing hold of her ass-cheeks and squeezing it hard. She squealed, slapping back instinctively at the big man.
"She was active, very, very active," Jack said to the two men standing around her.
"No! Oh God, God!"
More of them! There were more of them standing around her staring with leering grins at her.
"You sure did a job on her, Jack. Looks like we'll have to clean her up a lot before sending her home," the tallest of the men said, slapping her hard on the ass.
Ellen tore away from the men, backing up, trying to hide her cunt from their lewd eyes. The whip marks on her ass and thighs stung. She looked from man to man, her nipples radiating up from the goose-fleshed skin.
Ellen looked at the three men, measuring them even as she tried to press back against the cinderblock walls. Her hair flew as she turned her head one way and the other, looking for some escape path. Nothing. The door was closed.
And now Jack was approaching her, gripping her hard and dragging her to one wall.
Ellen saw two long chains attached to the wall, at the end of which were two rusty metal clamps.