Chapter 9
Ellen had gone through a real hell outside the cabin. Bob was kicking her, tearing off her gown and abusing her horribly. But what especially drove the woman wild was what she was hearing from inside the cabin. She could hear her daughter's cries, the awful screams while Jim was stretching her tits.
Ellen couldn't rush to her daughter's aid. Every time she started for the porch, she felt Bob grabbing her hair and yanking her back.
Or at times he would double his fists and bring them down hard against her lower back, temporarily paralyzing her. In the end, she thought he would surely kill her. It was only when she heard Jim shouting from the window to ease off that the woman realized there would be more in store for her.
Bob grumbled, dragging her up by the hair and pushing her into the cabin. Desperately, she looked around for her daughter, wrinkling up her nose at the smell of piss. The air was thick with the odor of sex. But whether they had fucked Cindy or not Ellen couldn't tell.
Bob pushed her past a large wooden partition, and she found herself staring at a small oak workbench. Cuffs were attached to the top, and through these she was ordered to slide her wrists. The men remarked on the various marks and welts obvious on her body.
Ellen did as she was told, putting her wrists into the cuffs and flinching when Jim slipped the tops on. Her ass was terribly exposed, especially when Bob smoothed his hands over her naked asscheeks, then slapped them good and hard. Ellen squawked, her legs jerking forward while a delightful hot joy exploded all over her body.
"Let's get her open before we go any farther," Bob said.
There were more pulley devices overhead. The men must have spent a lot of time assembling the awful room of horrors, Ellen thought.
Jim was holding her ankle now, and pulling her right leg up until it was parallel with the floor. Ellen Winked her eyes rapidly, bending her left knee while leaning heavily against the workbench in front of her. Her elbows barely touched the splintery top as Jim pulled her legs up just a few more degrees.
Bob was lowering a stirrup from overhead, slipping it around the woman's right ankle, then securing it with a small piece of quarter-inch line. Ellen could feel her cuntlips unsticking, pulling apart from the resulting tension around her crotch. They wanted that to happen, she was sure.
Jim stood in front of her now, his eyes sparkling with delight. A line of spit trickled from his lower lip as Bob handed him a small black leather whip.
Ellen watched, horrified and aroused as the young man tapped the whip against his side. Her tits heaved as she twisted her head around, looking for some sign of her daughter. A hot, lashing sensation against her belly brought her attention back to the scene at hand.
"Pay attention!" Jim shouted.
To emphasize his point, Jim shoved two fingers into her asshole up to his whitened knuckles, digging the jagged nails into her soft bowel lining and making the woman scream with pain. At the same time, Bob was hauling one of her legs up until it was pulled high.
Ellen winced in agony, bending her left knee even more as she leaned heavily against the table. Her hip joints were aching. Something popped in her right leg as the tiny bones of her ankles seemed to shatter under the pressure. Sweat rolled down her tits, dripping like diamonds from her stiffened nipples as she curled her toes and waited for the next ordeal.
It came without warning, a blow across her nipples from the whip that seemed like burning sulphur against her tit-tips. Ellen shrieked, her head snapping back as her left leg moved back and forth against the floor. Jim brought the whip down again and again on her nipples, the leather torturing her until she thought she would die from pain. She felt her nipples puckering into soft points.
Jim was rubbing his cock through his jeans and smacking the small whip over her lower belly. The muscles in Ellen's legs quivered from the stinging heat of the blows, and her legs pulled against the restraints.
"Yeah, yeah, she's just as hot as her fuckin' daughter!" Jim panted.
"No, no, you don't know what-what you're saying!" she panted.
"Okay, baby, you hot for more?"
While Bob laughed, Jim concentrated on lashing her ass, bringing the leather down again and again against her taut asscheeks, until they glowed a bright scarlet.
Ellen wept and cried, shaking the tears from her eyes while she felt her flesh peeling from her asscheeks. They were ruining her, tearing her to pieces right there in that awful cabin as she struggled against the iron manacles chewing into her wrists. The sweat ate into her torn flesh like acid. 'In complete despair, Ellen let herself dangle downward, her left knee bending. With a groan, the woman fell halfway to the floor, the restraints on her right ankle and on her wrists keeping her from tumbling all the way to the ground.
"Get up, bitch, get up!"
Jim swung the whip savagely against her lower leg, the black leather biting into her skin and bringing her back to reality. Ellen fought back to her original position, her left knee creaking under the pressure and her assflesh burning from the savage whipping. She clenched her asscheeks until they ached, trying to protect her shitter.
Then the beating stopped.
Bob was in front of her, a large knife in his hand. Ellen pulled away as best she could, tugging at the manacles still knifing into her wrists. He brought the flat end of the blade against her forehead, turning it slightly and pulling the tip down around her eyes, past her ears, then around her jaw until it was leaving a narrow white crease along her throat. Ellen knew one move on her part would push the knife through her flesh. Her veins throbbed against her flesh as she trembled there, panting heavily through her flared, burning nostrils.
Bob liked watching her reaction, enjoyed immensely how she shivered in the obscene, awkward position as he brought the blade down to her shoulders, moving it in a broad arc around her belly until it lay pressed against her fat, dribbling cuntlips.
Ellen gasped, holding her breath until her eyes watered. The shocking chill of the blade as it pressed against her bloated cuntlips sent shivers racing up and down her spine. She curled her toes until they cramped, her shoulders moving back and forth as the big man rocked the blade up and down. She could feel that sharp tip stinging against her clit, piercing the pink folds of flesh as electrical sparks seemed to shoot into her cunt.
Ellen bit down on her lower lip until she could taste blood, feeling her body come alive from the knife's awful touch.
"Man, she's way up there, you know?"
"You sure the other bitch is tied up?" Jim asked, breaking Bob's train of thought.
"Yeah, yeah," he said with an impatient wave of his hand. He was fascinated by the way Ellen's cunt was swelling and trembling, shivering with delight under the touch of his switchblade. "Man, I could fuck this broad's ass while I stick the knife up her pussy. Wouldn't that be a trip?"
Ellen shivered at the thought, terrified they were going to mutilate her while they satisfied their awful desires.
"Hey, man, don't want bodies all around the fuckin' place. We do it like we planned, okay?"
Jim said, knocking his friend playfully in the back of the head with an opened palm.
"Okay, man, okay," Bob said impatiently, rocking his knife one more time, then drawing it away.
Ellen sagged in her bonds, her head hanging down, her hair curtaining her flushed face. She was panting so heavily she could hardly keep her balance.
"Bring in the other bitch," Jim said, his eyes narrowing as he stared hotly at Ellen. "I wanna try this one out first."
"No, no, not here, not with Cindy here!" Ellen cried, shaking her head violently as Bob disappeared behind the partition.
"What does that matter anyway? You're gonna see one another gettin' fucked over anyway. Might as well be now as later," Jim said with a shrug, tracing his fingers along the white knife marks left on her lightly tanned flesh.
Ellen stared straight ahead as she saw Jim pull down his pants, letting his long thick cock spring up. He spent little time in preparing her, moving around and slapping her injured ass several times until she had angled it back the way he wanted it. At first, Ellen thought he was going to assfuck her. But then he pulled her cunt up, dipping his head a bit and sanding his tongue back and forth across her fat, drooling pussy slit. She closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip and feeling the unspeakable delight of hot sparks showering into her cunt as his tongue flicked across her clit, then snuggled into her tightly packed cunt until Ellen thought she would die from pleasure.
The mass of sexual delight swelled in her belly like a balloon. She moved her ass in circles as she felt his cockhead stabbing blindly against her cunthole.
The woman tossed her hips from side to side as she felt his cock fuck into her. Her pussy walls buckled and snuggled up against the invading prick while fuck juice frothed from her cunthole and dribbled down her shivering left thigh.
Ellen couldn't stop herself, couldn't stop the delight racing through her cunt while electric jabs of excitement exploded between her legs. Again and again the woman bent down, feeding his cock into her pussy while Jim grabbed at her ass and pulled her closer. She let out a deep, sobbing breath, her cunt feeling fuller than ever as the rodding prick fucked in again and again.
Her cunt mouth hurt from the stretching and the friction. But she didn't dare say one word. Her body bulged with cock, swelling up with more and more excitement.
Just before she came, Ellen looked up and saw Cindy crouched on the floor, her hands roped behind her and her hair hanging in her eyes as she peered up and watched her mother being fucked.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Nothing could stop her from cumming. Not God himself could have put an end to the delightful flashes of joy exploding like lightning bolts from her clit and making her womb tremble. Ellen came with a fury, feeling Jim's spurting jizz eating into her cunt walls like acid, while Cindy watched in mute horror.