Chapter 8
"Brad, what have you done to my daughters?" Ellen asked.
Cindy wasn't sure she had heard her mother correctly. Her mother seemed to know Jim and Bob, but she kept calling them Brad and Jack.
"I forgot to tell you, baby, Brad's not my real name," Jim said, and smiled nastily at Ellen. "It's Jim. And Jack's real name is Bob. We needed to use those names so you and your daughters wouldn't know you were fucking u? around with the same guys."
"What-what have you done to them?"
Ellen was shocked beyond her wits, clinging to the edges of her yellow bathrobe as she gaped at her two daughters. Trina was alternately moaning and giggling, while Cindy kept her eyes lowered to the ground. They had hoped to sneak into the house after having endured so much. So, apparently, had hoped the two men.
Ellen had noticed that her daughters were gone after having come home from her fucking session, and she had begun to worry when none of the friends she called had seen either Cindy or Trina.
Cindy tried to inch toward the door, hoping her mother wouldn't try to ask questions. Perhaps she could tell her something, fool her somehow.
"You-I'm going to call the police!"
Ellen could hardly speak, feeling anger rising in her to replace the shock freezing her body. It was with some surprise, then, that she felt someone grabbing hold of her wrist. At first, she thought it might have been Cindy trying to stop her. But then the woman found herself facing Jim. She screamed, wheeling around and smacking him hard in the face.
"Oh, Mother, no, don't do that to him!" Cindy wailed, falling to her knees and taking Trina with her. She knew the man had a short temper.
"Bitch! Just like your fuckin' daughter! Probably just as hot, too!"
"What?"
Ellen's mouth froze open. She had been doing things, things she was terrified her daughters would discover.
"Let me go!"
"When hell freezes over, bitch! C'mon, let's take the blonde and her old lady. Leave the other one here! She's practically stupid with fuckin'!"
"Stop it! No, Mother, run!" Cindy screamed, watching as Bob jerked Trina to her feet and threw her against the back side of the house.
Ellen heard her daughter strike the wall with a sickening thud. Then hands were grabbing her and pushing her into the van.
Cindy was weeping and begging them to let her go. A sharp slap cut the young girl off immediately. With a hard push, the teen tumbled into the van, banging into her mother as Jim shut the door and locked it.
"Baby, what's going on?" Ellen cried, stretching out her arms for her daughter.
"Oh, Mother, if you only knew," Cindy said, sobbing into her hands.
Ellen's heart broke as they drove back along the streets, Cindy flinching at every curve and turn. The woman could see her daughter had been this way before and thought of her own experiences. Yes, they were similar, if not exactly identical. Oh God in heaven, the same thing had happened to her daughters that had happened to her! The thought made her flesh crawl.
The trip was short-too short, Ellen thought as the big van rambled over uneven ground and finally stopped. She held tightly onto Cindy, her legs draped over her daughter as Bob opened the side van door and grabbed hold of her ankles.
"No!"
He pulled them both out like sacks of dirt. Ellen felt her gown riding up over her ass, then her naked ass scraping painfully over the dirty floor while Cindy rolled to one side, her knees crashing against the side of the vehicle. Both women were trying to scramble away when Ellen tumbled down into the wet dirt, her gown flying up around her neck.
"Ow!"
Someone had slapped her naked ass, reddening the already-whipped flesh. Jim noticed the marks and grinned, kicking her ass with his booted foot and watching as the woman squawked and pitched forward. Cindy was in the doorway of the van, staring in horror as she saw the men slapping and kicking her mother. Ellen was screaming, her hands flying all about protectively as she rolled on the dirt. When Jim drove the toe of his right boot into her belly, Ellen doubled over, letting out a moan while feeling her gorge rising in her throat.
Cindy couldn't stand watching the horror and rushed from the van, her fists clenched as she screamed at the men to stop hurting her mother.
"It'll go on all fuckin' night, bitch!" Jim growled, not even turning around as he swung his right arm back and caught the teen squarely in the face.
Cindy fell backward, her legs flying out from under her as stars exploded in front of her eyes once again. She thudded to the ground, half-conscious of her mother's screams and cries in front of her. Then someone was dragging her, holding her under her narrow shoulders and pulling her over the uneven ground.
Cindy struggled through the fog that had dulled her brain. She opened her eyes and saw the cabin to her right. Then Jim was holding her and pushing her up the stairs, dragging her into the large spacious cabin. Cindy wanted to run from the place, her mind racing crazily as she remembered all the pain and horror she had endured within these walls.
But she was too drunk with terror to make one move. The girl could hear clanking sounds and opened her eyes to see a pair of chained manacles dangling from Jim's right hand. He wasted no time in attaching the rusty metal cuffs to her wrists, slapping them on quickly and cinching them down tight, until the cold steel prevented the blood from reaching her fingers.
Cindy began to whimper, feeling the horror of helplessness start to creep over her. Then there was the feeling that her mother was out there, writhing in the dirt with Bob. Her mother had been the last refuge, the last stronghold of feeling that something out there was normal, regular. Now that hope had been dashed as well. The only reality was here, buckling under these men while they did whatever they pleased with her.
"No!"
Jim was smiling.
"Down on your knees again, bitch!"
He pushed the girl down to her knees. Cindy felt her shoulders ache as she crashed to the floor. Shocks of pain rushed up her rippling thighs as she heard her mother scream again. The manacles were pulled down hard, the chains keeping them well behind the teen. Shaking her loose blonde hair from her eyes, the girl could see a strange contraption hanging suspended from the ceiling.
Then Cindy watched as Jim began playing with it. It was composed of two parallel, stainless steel bars about a foot and a half long, attached with sturdy ropes. At the end of the four lengths of line from which two parallel bars hung were two sets of steel rings.
"Now, we're gonna have some fun with you. We're gonna give you somethin' to remember this by-before we start takin' care of you and your old lady!"
"Mother! Oh God, Mother! Please, help me!" Cindy cried instinctively, feeling her stomach churn with terror as a cold sweat erupted on her forehead.
Cindy looked up and noticed that one set of rings was slightly smaller than the other. Jim worked quickly, grabbing hold of her right tit and squeezing it so tightly the girl screamed and threw back her head. He was twisting her tit, forcing it into the first ring, watching as her pink nipple turned red with perverted lust and stiffened under his abuse.
The young teen shivered, her face a mask of horrible agony while a tiny trickle of piss oozed from her cunt. He had slipped the ring down as far as he could. Now Jim moved the smaller ring down, sliding it over her puckered nipple until it looked as if it would cut into her strained tit-flesh.
"No-uhhhh!"
He did the same thing with her other tit, twisting and squeezing it so it would slip into the double set of rings. Cindy panted like a mare in heat, never having felt so much pain throb through her stretched, twisted, compressed tits. Jim was moving around, securing the device so the rings would rise up and down with the odd pulley device over head. Cindy leaned back, her fingers brushing against her ankles as her spine strained from the awkward position. Jim was satisfied and grabbed one end of the rope. He started to pull down slowly, watching Cindy as her eyes widened and her mouth opened to let out a long, low wail.
"Uhhhhh-oh God!"
She felt her tits compressing even more, the rings seeming to bite down into her stretched tits, pulled up by the horrible device. Fright and agony sparkled in the teen's eyes as she bent herself backward, her fingers tearing at her ankles. She felt her tits become more and more hideously stretched, until she feared Jim would actually mutilate her. She looked pleadingly at him and saw him laughing. Her tits were stretching to nearly twice their normal size. The tiny glands inside were being destroyed, crushed by the pressure, Cindy was sure, while her nipples felt as if they would pop off from the squeezing pressure. More shooting pain raced through the young woman, making her cry out and shriek, her knees sliding painfully over the dirty, splintery wooden floor.
"Uh!"
There was some relief now as the bands became slightly loose. For one second, Cindy thought Jim would stop now. The horrid pain was easing, growing less and less, and Jim did nothing to make sure it increased. Perhaps he would tire of her and go to her mother. This selfish, horrid thought raced through her mind again and again as Jim stared down at her, then reached over to tighten the rings once more and watch the hope fading from Cindy's flushed face.
The throbbing agony shot through Cindy like a lightning bolt. This was worse in terms of pain and physical damage than anything she had experienced. She jerked her head back and realized she was right under the big man's crotch. He held onto the ropes with his free hand as he unzipped his jeans. She could soon see his balls and cock swaying right over her nose.
"Drink my piss, you little slutty brat!" he snarled.
Cindy's mouth was already open from the pain throbbing through her tits. She could see his cockhead dangling like a big purple mushroom over her parted lips.
Cindy shook her head, trying to move away. But Jim was holding her still, jerking on the line and making the pain shoot up even more. It took her breath away. Cindy squawked, her nostrils flaring as she watched the first few drops of piss bubble out of his cock, then drip into her mouth.
Cindy gagged, shaking her head from side to side, crying out and begging the man to stop.
But Jim only tugged on the rope harder, sending more pain through her tits and thus silencing the wailing teen. In another moment, a yellow stream dribbled down into her mouth, spattering against her tonsils, washing over her tongue and lips.
The girl gagged and retched, feeling most of the piss spilling out over her stretched lips like water in a toilet bowl. But still some of it gurgled down her throat into her belly. She could feel the warm piss trickling down into her belly, and the sensation sickened her. For one brief second, the girl thought that perhaps she would rather be dead than to have to suffer this horrid abuse.
"Unnfnnfffff!"
Jim's pissing seemed to last forever. He backed away a few inches, dribbling his foul-smelling piss into her eyes, into her hair, then back over her cheeks, until her whole face was reeking of piss. Cindy felt sour bile rising in her throat, pushing up the piss that had dribbled down. It was all the girl could do to keep from throwing up.
Slumping back as Jim's cock ran dry, the panting teen felt dizzy. She was a toilet, smelling her own wretched self as the big man flicked off the final droplet of piss and began loosening the rope. Cindy let out a gasp of relief, feeling the pressure ease on her stretched tits.
Jim reached down, sliding the horrid rings off her distended tits. When the last one slipped over her nipple, Cindy reached up, surprised to find that her tits were unharmed by the experience. Cindy almost felt like thanking Jim. Then her mother's screams drifted in again. She was about to rise to her feet when the teen felt the pull of the steel manacles tighten around her wrists. He had taken off the tit clamps. But the chains still kept her arms pulled behind her.
"Good mouth to piss in, baby, good mouth to suck! And you got one hell of a pussy! Gonna see just who you got it from now," Jim said, pushing aside one torn curtain and peering out a broken window. "Hey, take it easy, man, take that boot outta her mouth! You don't wanna fuck her up before we get to use her!"
Yes, Cindy thought, that's what they were doing, using her and her sister and her mother for their own pleasure. She knelt there, piss trickling down her face and spreading over her tits as the memory of the awful tit-stretching raced through her mind.