Chapter 10
They hung there, mother and daughter, staring dumbly at one another through tortured eyes. Neither wanted to say a word as the ropes cut into their flesh. Ellen's ass still stung from the whipping frenzy of moments ago as cum oozed from her slackening cunt. There was no way she could disguise what she had felt as her daughter had knelt there, watching her mother's contortions. To have denied it would have been to he through her teeth. Cindy, she could tell, had gone through the same thing earlier.
"Mother-I-I don't understand all of this," Cindy said truthfully.
They had trussed her up cruelly on a post opposite Ellen. Three thick ropes had been pulled tightly around her waist and Bob had suspended her three feet above the floor. Now they pushed hard into her belly, making it impossible for the girl to inhale without hurting herself terribly. Her arms had been drawn behind her back, the ropes binding her wrists together taken off only to be refastened around two large stakes driven into the vertical post. Her ankles were roped to the sides of the support beam and her ass rubbed agonizingly up and down against the rough wood. She slumped forward, her shoulders hurting from the pulling tension as she stared at her bound mother. It had been awful for them, and now was growing worse as the men seemed to be coming to a kind of erotic, savage climax of their own.
Ellen shook her head, wishing she could tear herself from the bench and take her daughter down. She thought of Trina and thanked God that at least one of her daughters had been spared this final torment. While she crouched there, feeling the pain invade every sinew of her body, Ellen saw Bob approaching her daughter with something in his right hand.
"What-what are you doing?" Cindy gasped, shaking the loose hair from her eyes and seeing something sticking out from between Bob's fingers.
There was something very small sticking out from between his knuckles. He smiled up at her, rolling objects around until he finally held the small cylinders in front of her. Firecrackers!
Cindy stared open-mouthed at the things, her mind racing millions of miles a second as she thought what he could do with them. Her mother was crying out and struggling against the restraints as Cindy screamed mindlessly at the men.
"No, nooooo!"
Cindy threw her head back, smacking her skull against the wood as she trembled and strained against the ropes. She curled her fists, letting her fingernails bite into her sweaty palms. Bawling and shrieking, the young teen fought against the inevitable as Bob took one of the firecrackers and twisted the end into her hot fuckhole. The sharp entry made her wince, her thigh muscles bulging and ridging against her sweat-gleaming flesh. He pushed the slim fire cracker up toward her clit, until it hung out obscenely an inch from the stiffening little nub.
When he pushed the second firecracker into her tight asshole, Cindy panicked wildly, sure they would kill her. Already the teen had an idea what the men were up to. Bob slipped a third back into her cunt, this one near to the bottom junction of her pussylips. Stepping back, he allowed Ellen to get a full view of her daughter. Ellen screamed, her eyes widening as she quickly understood what was about to happen. Cursing and pleading, the older woman watched helplessly as Bob pulled out some matches.
Cindy saw the flame move around to the black wicks protruding from the three firecrackers. Again she bawled and snapped her head back, feeling the warmth of the fire burning up slowly to the firecrackers buried in her body. The fuses were burning slowly.
Bob and Jim watched, while Ellen howled behind them. Cindy could do nothing but pray. Her fear increased with each passing second as she felt the sparks of the burning wicks singe her body.
The fires were approaching rapidly now. The heat spread across her lower ass and singed the tender marks on her lower cuntlips. She cringed and struggled, while the men enjoyed themselves immensely.
Cindy pulled back on the ropes, feeling her arms strain even more painfully behind her. The ropes cut into her ankles and wrists, and the line cinched across her belly made it nearly impossible to draw a breath.
"Uhhhh-no, no, no more!"
Cindy wished she could faint as she tensed and prayed, the heat penetrating her cunt like a burning knife. There was a moment when the wicks sputtered ominously. Perhaps they would fail, Cindy thought. Perhaps Jim hadn't purchased very good fireworks and they would die out. Cindy's lips curled into a smile as she pictured their disappointment.
"Eaghhghghghghhghh!"
Her hope was short-lived. In a moment, the fires leaped the final inch, igniting the gunpowder and blowing the small cylinders to pieces. Cindy thought her body had been blasted and torn to bloody pieces as the explosions ripped through her. Thousands of burning needles stabbed and bit into her cunt and ass. The girl tightened her pussy and shitter, trying to smother the burning fires with her wet cunt and asshole. But the fires seemed to rage through her, burning her entire body as she hung there twisting and screaming for everyone to see. With a final howl, the girl collapsed, sinking into the comfort of unconsciousness.
Cindy had no idea how long she was unconscious. When she awoke, she knew immediately she was still trussed in the same position. But something new had been added. The girl felt something tugging at her tits, something distending them as she blinked her eyes open. Then she saw wires dangling from her pulled nipples, and something very cold and hard was biting into her cuntlips. Jim had just slipped something into her asshole, something that made her shitter wink painfully shut as her bowels rumbled and spasmed.
"Mother?"
Ellen was roped and clamped to the workbench, clamps also distending her nipples, and two smaller clamps bit into her cuntlips just below her clit. The older woman looked wide-eyed at her daughter, her mouth having been gagged with a filthy white handkerchief. Cindy could only make out her mother's muffled cries and see in her horrified eyes that the worst was yet to come.
Cindy looked around, her senses having finally come back to her. To her right was some machine, atop which a small gray console was mounted. The console was a plain steel case with a volume indicator, a single switch, two control knobs and a series of black and red wires dangling down from the unit. Both her mother and she were connected to the thing.
"Open your mouth. We wouldn't want you biting your tongue off," Bob said, shoving something rubber between Cindy's teeth.
"Which one can take more, eh?" Jim asked, scratching his chin as he looked from mother to daughter, then back to Ellen once more. "The Nazis fooled around with shit like this, testing family strength and all that crap. I don't know why they finally gave it up. It's a trip!"
Cindy groaned, feeling the weight of the wire pulling down on her ass. She could feel the awful clips tugging at her nipples and cuntlips.
Suddenly Jim was switching on the console, looking first at Ellen, then letting his fingers glide over the first knob. Cindy felt her vision sharpen, all her senses tuned in as she felt her clit start to vibrate. The clamps on her nipples were pulling and biting savagely on her nipples.
"Unf!"
She felt it, the faint pulse that dug into her cunt and tits while chewing into her nipples. She jerked, her body stiffening against the pole.
Ellen let out a cry, her legs spasming against the bench as her head pressed against the workbench. She too was feeling the electricity. Cindy wondered if her mother was enjoying and hating it as much as she was.
"Ah!"
More electricity, this time raising gooseflesh all over her body. It was a nice feeling, much more intense than earlier. She tensed, waiting for more as her mother danced and jerked against the wooden bench in front of her.
Cindy felt her excitement grow sharper, more concentrated. Her cunt itched and burned, and her nipples throbbed in time to the beating of the current. Her asshole was clogged with the wire, and it was all the girl could do to keep from shitting.
Jim twisted the dial nearly all the way up on Ellen, the room quickly filling with the woman's cries and shrieks, though they were muffled by the handkerchief gag.
Cindy turned her head away as smoke rose from her mother's cunt and asshole. Jim switched down the current two notches, leaving the helpless woman moaning and jerking.
Cindy felt more electricity shoot into her body, making her tits jump and the nipples swell with blood. The muscles in her belly knotted, and her cuntlips felt raw and rubbed. Her clit swelled to the bursting point as she jerked against the beam behind her.
Then Jim cranked the switch all the way up. Cindy felt her bones rattling, and everything around her seemed to burn with a golden glow. Her cries increased as she felt an unholy climax explode between her thighs. Her orgasm grew stronger and stronger, sustained by the current savaging her body.
Ellen continued to scream even after Jim had cut off the current and let her dangle there. Bob jerked the woman's head up, snatched the handkerchief from her mouth and fucked his prick down her throat as Jim shut down the machine and pulled the clamps from Cindy's clit, ass and nipples.
"Oh!"
Cindy felt herself slumping to the floor and being gathered in Jim's arms after he loosened the bonds. She could hear Bob's squeals and howls of delight as he fucked his meat into Ellen's sucking mouth. It all seemed like one big dream to her, and only after she found herself back in the van, huddled against her sobbing mother, did Cindy finally realize what had happened to them.
"Oh, oh, Mother, I'm so ashamed!" Cindy cried, leaning toward Ellen, then drawing away with a mixture of anger and fear.
"Oh, Cindy, don't! We have so much to talk about-to understand!"
Ellen eyed the men in front warily. Her tormentors, and Cindy's and Trina's were all the same-men who were out to abuse them for their own pleasure. But then again, hadn't she and her daughters manipulated them in a way, drawn them into doing more to heighten their own twisted pleasures? It was something she would have to consider later, after they got home and took care of Trina. Yes, there would be much to talk about-and, Ellen guessed, more fun to be had with Jim and Bob.