Chapter 5

"Uhhhhhh!"

Ellen felt herself spinning completely out of control. The water and gut-wrenching explosion of her cum wouldn't let her regain anything. She writhed on the floor, agonized by the onslaught against her nerves. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to regain control of her body.

The sound of the water drowned out the men's laughter and curses.

Ellen rolled over, feeling the twin streams of water blast against the spasming ring of her ass-hole. Ellen strangled on her sobs, her breath gasping out because of the power of her climax.

"Please, no, no! No!"

Ellen felt her skin draw painfully tight over her bones and muscles. The goose bump hardness of her nipples hurt terribly. Yet, it was the pleasant tingling pain of her arousal! The wrinkly areolas tightened until her tits hurt.

Ellen crawled to the far wall, clawing to get away. The naked, tortured, still-cumming woman climbed up, her head tilted back. The water hoses forced the dual streams against her shoulders, pinning her tits against the wall. Ellen felt her arms grow weak.

She slid down into the gutter at the edge of the floor, groaning, listening to the gurgling sounds of the water gushing into the drains. The white-painted wall in front of her grew dark.

There were shouts from Jack. The water stopped. It was that cessation that finally drove her into unconsciousness.

With another cry, Ellen felt herself slipping into blessed unconsciousness. Jack was saying something to her, nudging her prone body with the toe of one boot. But it didn't matter to her any longer. She was drifting away in a faint.

"Uhhhhh!" Ellen rolled onto her back, feeling the world disappear in a black silence. How long she had been like that, she didn't know.

When she awoke, Ellen found herself sitting spread-legged in one of the shabby living room chairs she had passed earlier. Somehow, someone had dressed her.

Jack was sitting opposite her, his hands folded in front of him, his eyes dancing merrily.

"So, you've passed the first test. That make you feel any better?"

Ellen composed herself, staring at him, feeling a sense of accomplishment although she couldn't understand why.

Jack nodded in the direction of the doors behind her.

Turning around in her chair, Ellen could barely make out what seemed to be a crowd behind her. They were all silent, all staring at her and Jack.

"The others," he explained mystically, his lips turning up in a grin. "They all went through what you are going through, and survived. You will be the prize of the lot, I think. Do you still want to get out?"

Ellen began to speak, then stopped. Instinctively she wanted to tell him just what she had thought of this sick little game. But then something held her back, telling her to be cautious, not to jump to conclusions.

Ellen lowered her gaze and shook her head.

"I thought not."

Jack tapped one finger on the coffee table in front of him.

Ellen moved to the edge of the chair, her legs spread, her back straight. Nonchalantly she let one hand fall to her lap. She was close enough to the table so the movement of her hand wasn't noticed by anyone.

Keeping composed, Ellen worked her hand under her skirt, reaching to her oozing cunt. The odor of lust was heavy, but Jack didn't notice the smell or the movement of her hand.

Ellen spread the lips of her pussy and entered her cunt. The tangled brown cunt hair tickled her fingers. Her pussy and thighs were wet and tingling. Pushing on her clit gently, steadily, she felt her climax coming on.

"Then, I may leave?" she asked, her voice throaty, almost sensuous.

"For the time being, yes. Your husband's conveniently out of town much of the time during the week, am I right?"

"Yes. That's what I told you before," Ellen said, rising shakily from the chair.

She saw the others were still there standing silently, watching her, studying her. She fumbled with her dress, still not believing she was actually free of them.

"Good. We'll call you when we want to have another ... meeting."

"But my daughter..."

Jack raised a hand to silence her.

"We're discreet. That's why we're able to go on without being noticed. No one will suspect ... unless you tell them," Jack said with a sly grin, indicating with a hand movement that she was free to go.

Nothing more was said. Clutching her black leather handbag to her waist, Ellen rushed from the room, stumbling down the porch and inhaling the cool, clean late-night air. She paused, seeing her car was parked exactly where she had left it.

Ellen walked slowly to her Chevrolet, certain that nothing would ever be the same for her.

Fumbling for her keys, Ellen wondered if Marie was having a good time at the prom this evening and if she was home by now.

While Ellen drove back, her mind rushing over countless thoughts that dealt with her systemized torture, Marie huddled in the corner of Eddy Harrington's new white Mustang. She knew he wouldn't try anything weird here, not in front of her home. Tears still rolled down her flushed cheeks, tears for her lost innocence and for the realization that something deep and hidden in her psyche had been released by Eddy. Marie wasn't sure she liked knowing that side of herself and she cringed.

"You'll like meeting my uncle later on," Eddy said, both hands on the wheel.

"Oh?"

Marie couldn't see his face very well in the dark, but she knew he had to be leering at her.

"Yeah, he'll like you a lot! He's that kinda guy. He's way more hip than my folks. You'll see," Eddy said, patting her on the thigh.

Marie slapped his hand away, opening the door and swinging her legs out. She was halfway down the walk to her house, gathering her bodice about her and searching her mind wildly for an explanation to her mother why she was still crying.

"You won't get away from me, Marie! You'll come back, just like all the others! You'll see!"

His taunting voice followed her into the house, ringing in her ears, even after she had shut and locked the door. How quiet the house was! All she could hear was the steady ticking of the clock. It was scary. Marie walked up to the stairway, her fingers gripping the polished dark wood.

"Mother?"

At first there was no answer. Then the upstairs bedroom door cracked open.

Ellen peered into the semi-darkness. "Oh, hello, dear. I was tired and decided to go to bed early. Make yourself something if you want. I'm going to sleep now."

That was certainly odd, Marie thought, taking off her wrap and sliding her shoes from her feet. Her mother was usually full of questions, wanting to know all about the dance and if the boy tried anything. But now her mother ducked back into her room, closing the door with a dull thud.

Marie padded to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk, feeling the shuddering in her body finally stop. It all seemed like a terrible, dreadful nightmare. But it had happened. She had been fucked, raped and brutally so. What was worse was that she had enjoyed it, had wanted more even when she was screaming her head off in pain.

As she finished her glass of milk and hobbled off to her bedroom, Marie had the odd feeling that Eddy would indeed be true to his word.

Several days passed.

Marie attended classes at school and found her mother more distant than she had ever been.

It was on the fourth day that she received a night-time call from Eddy.

"Hey, hot pants! Whatcha doing?"

"Eddy!" Marie wheeled around, covering the receiver and looking for her mother.

"Yeah, and good and hot for you tonight. My dick's real tough and hard. I'm playin' with it right now," he breathed, his voice growing thick.

Marie shivered, wanting to hang up the receiver and yet finding herself listening closely to him. She felt her cunt growing warm and tight while a drop of cunt-juice tickled maddeningly through her pussy thicket. She drew her knees together, curling her toes against her sandals while Eddy breathed heavily into the phone.

"My mom's here. I-"

"Then sneak away. I'm gonna give you this address. You get that hot little ass over here, or I'm going to come and take you there," he said, his voice growing hard.

"You wouldn't!"

Marie's breath caught. She could imagine the scene he would cause on the porch-braying her name, letting everyone know what he had done to her. She could see her mother phoning for the police.

Marie's trembling fingers reached for the pencil, jotting down the number of the address. She was about to say something when the line went dead.

Standing there in the hallway, Marie listened to the dial tone and shivered, feeling her stiffened nipples scratching teasingly against her halter. She could refuse to go. But of course Eddy just might show up and cause a scene. The address was some distance away. She would have to take a cab.

"Uh ... Mother, I'm going to study upstairs now, and then go to bed. I'm a little tired."

Ellen looked up briefly from her newspaper, smiling and nodding.

It was all too easy, Marie thought, rushing around her room and gathering up enough money for cab fare. Tiptoeing back downstairs, she saw her mother still bent over the newspaper studying the ads, the television droning along in front of her.

Marie rushed through the darkened kitchen, unlocked the door, and stepped into the night. Gathering her light blue jacket tightly around her, Marie rushed top a nearby phone booth and hailed a cab.

When she arrived at the large wood-frame house, Marie paid the cab driver, thinking again about crawling back into the taxi and heading home. But something was making her walk to the door.

It was a lonely neighborhood, though not quite deserted. Across the street several houses had their downstairs lights on.

Marie knocked softly, feeling her pussy walls buckle from the increase of sexual heat. Her thighs began to tighten while her clit slowly stiffened, poking its red, rounded head up from around the wet flesh.

"Oh, I must have the wrong address!" Marie cried out, backing away as a tall man opened the door and peered down at her.

"Marie?"

The girl hesitated, turning her head, then looked back up at the handsome man.

"Y-y-yes. Who are you?"

He smiled, nodding his head in approval, then taking her by the wrist and pulling her in.

"Pm Eddy's Uncle Jack. I think he's told you about me."

Marie shrank back, tugging at her arm, wanting to run into the street. Maybe she could still catch that taxi if she hurried.

"No, lemme go! Don't ... don't, you're hurting me!" she cried.

"Eddy was right," Jack said through his clenched teeth, hauling her into the house and kicking the door shut.

Marie screamed, feeling her jacket being pulled from her bodice. When she tried to take it back, Jack reared back, bringing his hand down hard across her cheek. The blow snapped her head back, sending her reeling across the living room and crashing into a bookshelf.

Marie felt dozens of paperbacks come tumbling over her face, striking her arms and belly as she sank to the floor in a stupor. Her cheek stung from the blow.

Jack walked quickly up to her. "Sit up."

When she refused, he reached down, grabbing a fistful of her hair and jerking her up.

Marie screamed, her arms flying out to either side of her while her knees scraped over the dirty rug. He kept jerking her head up against his black leather boots until her lower lip crack. She could taste warm blood.

Marie screamed out again, her fists beating against his legs and she felt the pain in her scalp increase. She could hear the roots being torn from her head as Jack kept on twisting her hair and laughing at her.

"Uh!" she groaned.

He let go, flinging her down to the floor, then reaching down to her blouse and tearing it open. In a moment, she felt her bra being ripped from her body, her thunderous tits bouncing together.

"Help! Oh God, someone, help me!" Marie cried.

"No one's gonna hear you. I've had this place soundproofed years ago. You could shoot off guns in here and nobody'd pay attention," Jack commented.

Marie trembled as he smiled, his lips pulling back against his straight large white front teeth. She crawled away, her fingers clawing at the carpeting until she felt her spine touching the wall.

Jack pursued her slowly, blocking her escape, watching her. Then Marie saw his hand jerk up and come down again, his fingers and palm crashing hard against the side of her skull. She thought he had cracked her jaw with the force of that blow.

"Aghghhhh!" Marie rolled over and over on the floor, her head ringing while her cheeks burned again from abuse.

When she finally came to rest on her belly, she whimpered, not wanting to move even though Jack was commanding her to get up again.

"You want more of this? Eddy's waiting for us downstairs. You don't want to keep him waiting, do you?"

"I-I I don't care about-uhhhhh!"

There was another blow, this time across the back of her head, sending the young girl sprawling back onto the floor.

Jack let her cry for a moment, her sobs the only sound in the room except for his uneven breathing.

Then she felt his fingers fumbling for the zipper of her skirt, finding it, then pulling it down. Marie cried out, her hands reaching back, her fingers fumbling wildly for her skirt that the big man was pulling down around her ankles.

"No!"

He was going to use her like some piece of meat! She could see it in his sewer-rat eyes.

When she tried to protest again, Jack raised one leg and kicked her in the chin with the toe of his boot. Marie thought she heard something cracking in her jaw as she flopped back down dazed onto the floor.

Blinking her eyes clear, she watched him as he unzipped his fly. The Levi's slid down, exposing a thick mass of cock hair and the growing muscled mass of his ten-inch prick.

"Suck it hard first, then lie back and enjoy gettin' fucked by a real man," Jack said, grabbing her hair again and jerking her up against his crotch.

Marie groaned, feeling the wiry hairs tickling her nostrils while her head filled with the sour, pungent aroma of his groin. She inhaled sharply, her nose flattened against his prick. She felt his long, fat cock throbbing against her face. Then Jack pulled her head back, forcing Marie to open her mouth wide.

"Yeah, take it, take it all, baby. Eddy was right. You're a hot little number once you get going. Get that tongue waggin' around the base ... ohhh yeahhh, like that."

Marie's cheeks bulged out as she tried to breathe around the throat-choking cock. His cock was making her jaw ache while his cock-head rubbed over her tonsils, then slid down until it touched the back of her throat.

She panicked, unable to suck in any air to feed her burning lungs. Jerking her hands up, Marie flattened her palms against Jack's thighs, pushing back as hard as she could, feeling her elbows bowing out from the effort.

But Jack could only laugh at her efforts, keeping his paw-like hands around her skull and working his cock in and out, in and out, shifting his lips from side to side at times to make her feel his prick more in her mouth.

Marie was gagging now, frothy spit oozing from the corners of her lips. She coughed, then turned bright red while her eyes bulged with terror. He was choking her with his prickmeat, shoving his cock all the way in her throat while keeping her face prisoner in his crotch! "Ahhhhh!"

Finally Jack let go, letting Marie cough and choke, dragging in air to keep from collapsing into a faint.

When she had recovered, he slowly withdrew his prick, rubbing the meaty cockhead over her lower lip.