Chapter 3
"Trina, are you sure this is okay? I mean, if mom ever finds out-"
"Shhhh! Don't worry about her! You afraid or something?"
The perky blonde bit her pouty lower Up, feeling strange being out all alone with her older sister. Cindy suffered under her mother's strict moral codes nearly as much as Trina, maybe even more. But being alone here with these guys was something she found both frightening and exciting. Where on earth had her sister Trina found them? They certainly were free with the liquor, having shared several bottles of beer with them. And now the oldest of the two-Jim, she thought Trina called him-was going out for something stronger. She felt lightheaded now and wanted to go home. After all, they were supposed to be studying, and study sessions don't last all night.
"Here he comes. We'll have a quick one then slip away. We'll be back later," Trina whispered, tucking her halter top down provocatively in a way that made Cindy frown. Her sister was being far too forward.
Jim stood there with a bottle of some clear liquor in one hand, the paper sack having slipped from it. Cindy felt freaky. They were up in the hills above Glendale, not a soul around. Beneath them, the basin of Los Angeles twinkled in the clear night air. It would have been a breath-taking sight if it weren't for the two greasy guys Trina had linked up with sometime last week and conned her into visiting.
"Hey, baby, don't be uncool," Jim said, noticing Cindy's unease. "A little bit of this and you'll warm up."
Bob, his buddy, snickered, fishing out two more scratched plastic tumblers and tossing one to Cindy.
"Uh, no, I think I've had enough."
Jim swayed drunkenly, steadying himself at the last moment and sinking to his knees right in front of Cindy. She shrank back, inhaling his stinking breath and wrinkling her face in pleasureless horror.
"Never enough-of this, just like never enough pussy for me."
He was crude beyond belief-threatening and crude, Cindy thought, starting to get up. But Jim wouldn't be put off, reaching for her hair and tugging her head back. Cindy gasped in pain, her mouth opening up as Jim twisted off the cap of the vodka bottle, then pushed the neck down into her mouth.
Cindy coughed and gagged, her eyes burning and watering while the liquor slid down into her belly. She coughed again, feeling as if she would drown in the burning swill that was setting her stomach on fire. Trina at first didn't notice her sister's plight. When she heard the girl gag a second time, she began to crawl forward.
"Hey, man, Jim knows what the fuck he's doin'. He's gonna loosen her up-in a couple of ways, I'll bet," Bob said with a chuckle.
"Uh!"
He took the bottle from her mouth, watching as Cindy doubled over and grabbed her belly, spitting out the vodka onto the dirt. The girl was choking and coughing, trying to scramble away from the men. Jim caught her by the hair once more, tugging her back until Cindy found herself flat on her ass once more. She covered her mouth protectively, catching sight of her sister moving toward her. All at once, she saw the man called Bob jump the girl, knocking her to the ground with his body and covering her completely. And he was humping his thighs as if he was going to fuck her in the ass!
"Leave her alone-oh!"
Trina was screaming something, having felt her skirt being pulled up to her waist and her panties jammed down. Bob was feeling her ass now, jabbing one finger up her shitter without warning and scraping the soft bowel lining with his jagged thumbnail.
Cindy shuddered, crawling away in the mud, wanting to block out her sister's harsh cries. But Jim was enjoying the fray, holding her down in the dirt while Trina's cries became more and more muffled. Cindy shrugged away from the ugly man, falling backward, then crawling away from him, her eyes darting from left to right in search of some path of escape. She saw nothing.
Jim moved toward her. Crying out, Cindy rolled over and over, temporarily escaping his grip. She heard him hit the ground next to her with a thud as she scrambled to her feet and ran forward like a wild animal. Cindy had never been athletic. But somehow she found both the strength and endurance to begin running like a track star. She slipped several times, tumbling halfway down the hillside only to regain her balance and rush forward again. She knew she had torn her clothing and was bleeding somewhere on her legs. But she didn't care.
"No!"
Jim was gaining on her. Somehow he had found her and was rushing like a black cloud behind her, ready to sweep her into oblivion. Cindy looked back, her fingers curling on the rocks as her feet moved unsteadily over the uneven ground. She slipped again, this time tumbling headlong into a ravine. She struck her head against something, and felt the world grow dark and swirl around her as she crumpled to the ground in a heap. The last thing she remembered was the big man towering over her, his hands reaching for her prone body as she swooned into a blessed faint.
When she blinked her eyes open, Cindy found herself hanging uncomfortably from her upper thighs. She could feel the pressure and weight of her body straining against them. Opening her eyes wider, the girl saw that her legs had been thrust through the holes of what appeared to be a pillory.
Immediately, Cindy panicked, feeling her belly tighten and turn over while her asshole sphincter tightened protectively. Shaking her loose blonde hair from her eyes, Cindy looked around. The room she was in seemed small and dark, the shadows hovering around her making it impossible for her to judge its size. It was cold, horribly cold, and damp as well. She remembered her sister, stiffening in the pillory and wondering with growing apprehension what happened to Trina. There was no one around. She pricked up her ears, chewing down on her lower hp and trying to listen for the slightest sound. There was only silence, a silence that pressed in on her like a velvety wall.
Cindy sighed, tugging at the pillory and feeling her arms and legs chafe from the movement. Her ass was hanging there so openly, so exposed, Someone had stripped her of all her clothes. It was Jim, no doubt enjoying every second of it. The girl blushed, trying not to think of how he might have touched her during the process of taking off her skirt and blouse. He had seen her pussy, her tits, her nipples, her ass! He had probably touched them all and maybe even Cindy clenched her cunt. There was no pain, no sense that he had popped her cherry. At least he had spared her that horror for the moment. And then she heard footsteps, sounds that made her tense up once more and press her tits against the wood in front of her.
Turning her head, she saw three shadows approaching her from the stairs. The figure in the middle was slumped forward and shuffling. It was Trina, drunk and naked, her face flushed and a stupid smile covering her face. Looking down, Cindy saw a light pink froth of blood trickling down her inner thighs and knew at once that one of the men had just finished fucking her sister. Cindy felt her heart sinking, feeling that she was next.
"Okay, baby, you were fun and all that, but now we got somethin' else for you. You had a nasty fall, bitch. But we took care of that. Man, you're just as fine-looking as your sister, here."
"Oh God, Trina, look what they've done to you!"
Trina shrugged, leaning heavily against the pillory. Cindy's attention shifted when she heard the sounds of something scraping heavily over the floor.
"My old lady used to make her own wine. Used these fuckin' barrels to store it in," Jim said, rolling a large oak cask toward her.
Cindy shivered with the strain of no support under her ass as she felt the unsanded wooden holes around her arms and legs rub her flesh. She watched as Jim attached a long black rubber hose to the cask. There was a funnel-shaped brass nozzle at the other end, making the thing look like an enema tube.
Cindy found out soon enough what the men were up to. Jim was grinning more and more, fondling the tube as Cindy felt her heart pounding so hard she thought she would surely die. He brought the thing around to her ass while Trina giggled, nearly collapsing to the floor. They had gotten her drunk, then had fucked her. Now she was stark naked, parading her shame around as if there was nothing wrong while her sister was trussed up in this horrid way. And now one of them was fucking the cold brass nozzle up into her ass!
Cindy squealed, jerking her body up, ridging her thighs and trying to close her shitter muscles.
Jim was touching her most private parts, toying with them. She could feel his fingers spreading her tender shitter lips as that cold brass thing was brushing over the wrinkled gray flesh. Cindy ground her teeth together, her face flushing once more as her tits flattened against the pillory in front of her. He was doing it, pushing the device up into her asshole until she could feel most of the cold brass nozzle fucking into her.
Cindy let out another cry, shaking her head violently, not believing what was happening to her. Jim finished twisting the device into her bowels, and Cindy felt her ass muscles clenching instinctively around it, increasing her pain. Pushing down with her tummy muscles and working her ass around, she tried to do everything she could to shove the awful thing from her body. Nothing worked.
"Ow! Oh, oh, take it out! It hurts!"
Trina giggled. The men were putting her on a stool, leaning her temporarily against the other side of the pillory while they busied themselves with Cindy. The blonde could smell the heavy scent of alcohol on her sister's breath, and she wept for both of them.
Jim slipped a broad black leather belt around Cindy's narrow waist. It was a grotesque thing, something the girl had never seen before in her life. She groaned, pushing back, feeling the cold leather press into her flesh and cinch down tightly against her waist. There was a strap around the belt, one that Jim took and passed over the girl's hot asscrack and one that secured the enema nozzle in place. He pulled it up, working it into her cuntslit and attached it to the belt in front.
It was an odd, strange feeling having that leather nesting in the warm pussy crack. Cindy shuddered, closing her eyes and finding herself concentrating on the terrible leather strap splitting her pussy. The more she moved, the more that belt pushed into her cunt and drew more and more juice from her pussy. Cindy could have died with shame. She was turning on to this horrid scene! And there drunk in front of her was her sister, giggling at times, falling asleep at others, never guessing what was happening to them.
"Now this is gonna keep you from havin' to hang your ass out like that," Jim said.
Cindy stared down and saw what he was talking about. It was a three-legged stool. But there was something attached to it, something that made the girl's eyes widen with horror. It was a cock-more specifically, a steel dildo bolted to the center of the seat. Around its base were little steel spikes, some of them having rusted with use or age. Two small black wires hung from the bottom of the seat. While Jim pushed the stool directly under Cindy's ass, Bob took the wires and pulled them into the darkness. There were shuffling, rummaging sounds. Finally, a low hum filled the room.
"Touch that little mother and you'll feel some real heat in your pussy, baby. We've got that hooked up to a train transformer," Bob said, nodding at the long, threatening-looking steel cock.
"No, no, you're crazy!"
Cindy knew she had fallen into a nightmare world, one from which she and her sister might never escape! Sobbing with the effort, the girl jerked her ass up, trying to keep her cunt away from the dildo. But something else was happening, something that made her cunt grow hotter and wetter as the seconds ticked by. The strap, the awful strap was doing things to her, the black leather slipping into her hole and caressing the hot, virgin cuntmeat. She felt Jim's hands on her shoulders, pushing her down at the dildo. It was too much for her.
Cindy threw back her head and screamed, jerking her arms against the pillory, crying out in despair as she felt the dildo brushing against her fuzzy blonde cunt bush.
"Uh!"
It was as if a hundred tiny fiery feathers were alive in her cunt. Cindy stiffened, her thighs bulging with tensed muscles as the girl shot up from the stool. There was electricity running through the dildo, although the current was low.
Cindy shook her head defiantly, jerking her ass up even though the resulting tension against her thighs hurt her terribly. She wouldn't let them push the thing into her, no matter how hot her pussy was getting.
"All right," Jim said with a shrug. "But I'll bet you'll be hammering that pussy down when you get as high as your sister."
"No! Never!"
Cindy was defiant, feeling anger rising along with her fear and pain. She started to cry, making sure she kept her face turned from the men as the tears rushed over her flushed cheeks. Bob and Jim were helping the unsteady Trina onto another stool, spreading her legs and pushing her forward until the girl's violated cunt was right in front of Cindy's face! Cindy's worst fears were confirmed. They wanted her to eat out her sister.
The girl twisted her head away, sickened by the thought of having her sister's cunt exposed to her in this way. Trina was humming now, her knees spread wide, her puffy cuntlips red and wet as she braced herself against the opposite end of the pillory and peered down drunkenly at her sister.
"Oh!"
Cindy couldn't keep herself braced above the dildo. Her thighs were hurting her and her muscles were simply giving way. Groaning, the girl felt herself collapsing, her body settling down. She could feel the cold steel dildo spreading her pussy walls wide apart, sliding in easily. The buzzing electricity was making the fucking more endurable.
Then Cindy stopped, jerking her butt up once more, remembering how she thought her husband or her first lover would be the gentle one to tear her cherry. Now the dildo was about to do the job. And yet somehow the degrading thought made her juices flow more quickly. She cried harder, confused as to her feelings. Cindy felt hands on her shoulders again, pushing her down onto the dildo. It was useless to struggle. It would only end with her getting hurt in the process. "Uh!"
Jim struck her hard against the back of her skull, the force of the blow temporarily stunning her. With that, Cindy felt herself sliding down onto the electrified dildo until the smooth, rounded dildo brushed up against the bunched flesh of her cherry. The girl screamed, feeling pain radiate suddenly from her pussyhole. Her back snapped straight as she threw her head back and groaned once more.
"Turn up the fuckin' juice!" Jim shouted.
Immediately, Cindy felt her pussy catch fire, the electricity making her cunt muscles spasm and contract uncontrollably. It was as if she were having a thousand tiny orgasms, all of them sapping the will and strength from her. Her arms and legs shivered spasmodically and her head lolled from shoulder to shoulder. Spit drooled from one corner of her mouth as she bounced up and down, jabbing her cherry again so and again against the steel dildo. Pitching forward, the girl found herself licking into Trina's cunt. The teen let out a groan, swaying dangerously on her stool, then bracing herself against the pillory and feeding Cindy her pussy once again.
Cindy howled, pushing down, finally feeling her cherry giving way. The electricity took away most of the pain she would have felt from her initial fucking. Screaming, the girl jerked back in fear, then felt hands on her shoulders pushing her down once more.
Cindy let out a cry of despair, her head rolling forward. The steel was starting to warm with her flesh, and she was experiencing a bizarre kind of pleasure from it. Then the girl remembered the spikes at the base of the dildo. In spite of the horror of having her cherry torn, Cindy remembered those steel teeth dotting the surface of the stool around the base of the dildo. She tensed her body yet again, causing more pain in her thighs and upper arms.
"That's it, baby, try to keep yourself from goin' down all the way. But it won't work forever," Jim said with a sharp laugh.
He leaned over to the faucet of the cask, turning on the spigot while noticing the way Cindy if was looking at her sister's hot cunt.
"You like the smell?"
"No! That's horrid!"
He rewarded her he with a sharp slap across her face.
"You don't lie to me, baby. You'll be real sorry if you do. So enjoy your sister and the dildo. And man, we're gonna give you the same thing that slut there got-only you're gettin' it through the ass. Enjoy!"
Cindy, to her horror, realized she just might!