Chapter 7
What was this? What awful thing had they constructed to torture her? The smell of freshly-cut yellow pine made her nostrils flare. Marcie was afraid to yell, afraid to call for help. She thought that the slightest sound would bring on untold harm to her.
Slowly she moved her arms up. She didn't have too much movement. The coffin was so dark, so terribly confining. When the kidnapper had dragged her to it and shoved her inside, the girl couldn't believe he was doing this. It was something straight out of the horror flicks. "Ohhh."
She moaned softly, her eyes widening with terror. It was so dark.
Jack had shown her all sorts of devices he and his brother had obviously been making or gathering for some time. This had been a well-planned plot, something the two brothers had been working on for some time. It wouldn't be easy trying to talk either of them out of carrying out their revenge plot. After he'd raped her, Jack mentioned her mother's name, told Marcie that he'd be fucking her too. Oh God, would this never end? "Enjoyin' yourself?"
Marcie was trapped in that confining space, standing straight with less than six inches of room on either side of her. The front of the wood case crushed her tits and the back of the coffin-like contraption pushed her ass. It was so confined. It was so warm.
"I can't hear you?"
His mocking voice wanted to make her cry. It had been ten, maybe fifteen minutes since he had shoved her inside his makeshift coffin. Marcie's scalp still crinkled with fear. It was like being buried alive! Fear gripped her. Was that part of their game? Were they going to plant her in the ground like a corpse? The thought made the teenager wail softly to herself.
"Yeah, I thought you'd dig it," Jack said, chuckling softly.
A faint scraping sound brought her out of her daze. Something was touching the coffin, scraping over the wood.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked in a nervous whisper.
No answer.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in a firmer voice.
Marcie curled her fingers, digging the nails against her bare thighs. She thought she was going to go mad, shriek like a crazy woman if she didn't hear some kind of response.
The response she got was something she hadn't bargained for. She was dimly aware of a trickle of air coming through needle-thin holes all around her. She could barely make out dots of light coming through them. Then, before she could figure out what possibly might be happening, something scraped the wood in front of her.
Marcie saw what appeared to be a long, narrow sharp object. It was a needle! When the sharp tip touched her throat, she coughed and gagged, drawing back as far as she could.
The needle stopped, then drew back. Marcie let out a long sigh.
"Don't. Oh God, don't hurt me like this!" she screamed.
Marcie threw her body from side to side, trying wildly to break open this box of torture. He was going to stab her to death with those awful things!
"Nooo!"
Another needle came through the lower section of holes, followed by a third, both aiming at her tits. Marcie shrieked, hearing the steady advance of the needles. Then there was the pin-prick feeling of those sharp instruments. In the moment, before the needles struck, the girl flattened her shoulders against the wood. Whimpering, Marcie tried drawing her hands protectively to her tits. But there was no room, no room to protect herself!
The terrified girl gasped as her nipples hardened against the cold sharpness of those tiny knives. Marcie sobbed and tried to sink to her knees. But her knees touched the case as she tried bending them, preventing her from sinking anywhere. Hopeless, helpless, the girl prayed.
"OHHHH!"
The needles drew back, then advanced again, nearly puncturing her tits. She waited for him to make a wrong move, to shove the needles in so hard that they pierced her flesh. Then maybe he could have a good time listening to her scream, watching her bleed to death! "WAWWHHHH!"
The girl beat the sides of the case as the needles slowly advanced. They dug deeper into her now, their steady probing making her sweat run and her cuntal nerves tingle strangely. It was happening all over again. She was becoming aroused to the pain, responding to the agony brought on by those sharp instruments.
The searing agony made her body tremble. She was on the brink of losing consciousness. Bawling in pain, Marcie also panted with excitement. Another needle had slipped through a tiny hole and touched her pussy. She sucked in a deep breath, slamming her ass against the back of the mummy case. The needle advanced, now touching her clit. The sensation of cold steel against her moist clit made her shudder. Juice flowed from her hole, wetting down her thighs.
"Stop...ughhhh...STOP IT!"
Nothing could stop the rush of pleasurable sensations tumbling over her mind and body now. She couldn't believe anything like this could be so over-poweringly wonderful!
Marcie gasped as her clit vibrated. She bawled and begged for the pain to stop. And yet, in a way, she was begging silently for the pain to keep going. Somehow it was connected to the powerful feelings shooting through her fluttering cunt.
As her climax erupted, the girl humped her belly forward, nearly impaling herself on the needles. Her tits were swollen full, the nipples pricked constantly by the long needles. Sweat burned into her eyes, trickled maddeningly into her flared nostrils. She wailed.
The torture inflicted on her only heightened her sexual hunger. She wanted to be fucked again. She had to be fucked again. That wonderful word "fuck" filled her mind, forced all other thoughts from her consciousness.
"Unnnghhh!"
With a wail she sagged against the wood, gasping and sobbing. She was so hot she thought she'd burn up. Her pussy fluttered. Her cunt lips worked against one another, milking at an imaginary cock. Marcie's eyes rounded, her face looking haggard.
The door finally opened. A burst of cool air blew against her flesh. Jack caught her as she slumped forward. She felt his strong arms circle her waist, hold her up while his legs pressed against hers. Her damp pussy was wetting his trousers. She moved her thighs back and forth, loving the sensation that his Levi material made against her cunt lips. She was so hot, so hot, so wonderfully hot to be fucked. Yes, she wanted a man inside her, drilling his cock deeper and deeper. "Had enough?"
The words almost made her laugh. If he fucked her all night and beat her in the morning, she wouldn't have had enough.
"What do you want me to do? Oh, I don't know!" she wailed.
"You do it real nice, baby. Maybe I want you to do it all over again," he said, sneering down at her.
"Oh no! No!" Marcie pleaded, feeling the blood rush down to her cunt, making her clit stand up and grow stiff all over again.
Jack could see her arousal. It was written in her flushed face, in her slightly swollen mouth and her stiffened nipples. Tiny rivulets of blood oozed down her flesh where the needles had punctured.
"Gotta make sure you don't get no funny ideas about breakin' loose," he said, dragging her over to a pile of lumber.
Marcie could hardly stand. Her legs were like rubber, dragging behind her. He pushed her against a wall, yelling at her to stand up while he dragged a five-foot length of two-by-four out of the pile and dropped it in front of her. The blonde teen brushed the hair from her eyes, staring down blankly at the wood. What did he want her to do next?
"Bend down."
She obeyed automatically, steadying herself first by spreading her legs apart widely and bending at the waist. He told her to place her wrists on the two-by-four. She did as she was told, watching as Jack fished out two ten-inch pieces of quarter-inch hemp, dropping one to the floor while looping the other around her left wrist. He tied a loose slipknot, securing it with a double figure-eight. The rough-edged rope cut into her flesh, making Marcie wince.
Jack snickered, tightening the knot and watching her face blanch.
"You're...you're cutting off my circulation!" she wailed.
"You're damned lucky that's all I'm cuttin' off," he said threateningly, picking up another piece of rope and securing it to her other wrist.
Marcie bent her knees a little, easing the strain on her arms and shoulders. She was so weak. The excitement of her fucking and of the torture in that awful mummy case had drained her. Added to this was the arousal in her pussy. It was still throbbing, pulsing with a wildly exciting rhythm that nearly took her breath away.
Every time Jack brushed her thighs, she felt her cunt muscles cramping. Marcie tilted her head up, feeling the pressure from the blood rushing to her head. Jack finished with the knotting.
"Wait 'til your old lady gets here," he said, biting down on his lower lip. "Then we're really gonna see some action. Now..."
Jack stepped back, admiring his handiwork. He stared at her full, rounded tits hanging forward, her red half-inch-long nipples standing straight out. Marcie's thighs were slicked down with juice that kept oozing from her cunt. Her ass quivered nervously while she bent her knees more.
"Wanna suck my dick?"
"What? No! NO!"
Marcie shook her head back and forth, closing her lips tight. The thought of taking a man's cock in her mouth revolted her. If he had to stick his cock somewhere, why didn't he shove it up her pussy? She needed it there, wanted it there!
"Sure you do, baby. You wanna open up them lips and take it all in, don't you?"
Jack stepped in front of her, unzipping his trousers and fishing out his cock again. He rubbed his cock rapidly, pulling the loose outer skin over the rigid inner core until his prick was fully extended.
The smell of his unwashed crotch reached Marcie's nostrils, triggering more juices that flowed freely from her pussy. She was so hot, so wet down there! The young blonde teen found new energy now as she was bent over in that obscene position, her ass sticking straight up in the air as if it were ready for fucking. Her long hair touched the floor.
"Let's see you be a good cock-sucking slave, baby!" he snarled.
Marcie's eyes crossed as she kept them focused on his big cock dangling in front of her. She could smell the sour odor of his crotch. Looking up, she saw the thick bush of dickhairs growing around his fat cockroot, then spreading upward in a broad fan to his belly and chest.
"Yeahhhh," he sighed, taking his cock in both hands and rubbing it over her face.
Marcie closed her eyes and shivered. The touch of his red-hot prick against her flesh weakened her. She felt her cunt lips spasm as his greasy dick moved up and down over her forehead.
Jack grabbed a handful of hair and curled it around his dick, using the strands to stimulate himself.
His big, cum-packed balls dangled in front of her eyes, at times brushing her eyebrows. Marcie tilted her head up a little more. She was growing dizzy.
"I wanna feel your fuckin' mouth all over my dick, baby. I'm gonna shove this mother all the way in until you can't breathe!"
Marcie shook her head back and forth. No, she didn't want this cock there. If he was going to do something to her, why didn't he fuck her?
"Suck it!"
Jack moved both hands to the sides of her head, tilting it back. His thumbs pressed hard where her upper and lower jaw met, forcing her lips to part. The pain was terrible! Marcie let out a little shout.
"Shut up!"
Brad was breathing harder, his chest rising and falling irregularly as he peered down and watched his cock brush up against her nose. He loved the way she looked-helpless, bound, bent over, her ass wagging in the air while her tits sagged toward the floor. He sucked in a deep breath, feeling her breath blowing against his prick. In a way he almost hated to end the suspense by having her suck him off. But he couldn't hold back any longer.
Marcie pulled her lips back as if she were going to give a kiss. Jack's hands tightened around her head, guiding it forward. The smell of his crotch became stronger, making her dizzy. Her knees wobbled while her head spun around and around. She felt something soft and spongy touch her lips, tasted something very salty and kind of bleachy! He was rubbing his cockhead over her lips, moving his piss-slit first along her lower lip, then across her upper one.
Marcie swallowed hard, feeling the oily jizz coating her throat. The touch, the taste, the smell of the big man made her heart pound wildly. Once again she was aroused to a fever-pitch, all thoughts of exhaustion having fled her mind.
"Here you go," Jack said, squeezing her cheeks and hunching forward.
Marcie felt his fat cockhead sliding over her lower lip, brushing against her teeth, then moving up and slipping back on her tongue. She had never had anything that big in her mouth before. Almost at once he shoved all of his prick into her mouth.
"Unnghhhffff!"
Marcie's eyes bulged, tears welling up in them as her cheeks puffed out. She felt incredibly hot, blood rushing to her face. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in more air. The girl's lips stretched around his blood-filled cock.
"Move that tongue around it, bitch, move it!" he snapped, hitting her across the side of her head.
Marcie groaned, doing as she was told. Immediately she felt his cock respond, jerking against the slick insides of her cheeks. The girl let out a choked cry. His cockhead was brushing the back of her throat, making her gag. Phlegm was rising in her nasal passages, making it difficult to breathe! She shook her head violently, nearly pulling free of his dick.
"Damn it, you little slut! Don't do nothin' like that," Jack groaned.
Marcie remained quiet, moving her tongue up and down over the long ridge that ran the length of his cock. She heard him groaning, felt his fingers fanning out over her ears and press hard against her head. At times she felt his wiry dickhairs tickling her nostrils, felt his hot flesh press against her nose and chin. Spittle frothed around the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin to the floor. Her muffled coughs filled the room as Jack slipped his cock faster and faster into her willing mouth.
"Ohhh yeah, baby! Gimme that head!"
He was twisting his hips back and forth, making his cock revolve around in her mouth.
Was he going to cum in her mouth, choke her with his jizz while he left her cunt unsatisfied? The thought made Marcie tremble with fear and frustration as Jack moved his prick over her tongue faster and harder.