Chapter 5
Cars whizzed by like missiles. Tina stood with her arm extended and her thumb out. She was sick in her soul and sick to her stomach. Her head swam, as though from too much heat, though in fact the late-spring sun wasn't yet high in the sky. The lovely teenager hardly knew where she was.
I'm sorry, Beau, she said silently to herself. There had been no way she could bring the big dog with her. She had slipped out the front door of her Uncle Paul's large suburban home in the quiet hours before dawn, after a sleepless, tortured night. All she had was some money in her pocket and the clothes she had on, worn blue jeans cut off just below the jut of her saucy adolescent ass, covered with colorful patches of frogs and mushrooms, and a long-sleeved work shirt. As the morning was getting warm, the tails of the shirt were tied up to leave her pale belly bare.
She couldn't have stood one more second in that house. She would have dies of shame and revulsion. A shudder passed over her lithe young body as she thought again, for the thousandth time, of her awful degradation the night before.
And then, irresistibly, her memory was full of it, as horrifyingly full as her mouth had been of her uncle's huge cock. She felt again the sting of rushing water on her naked back, tasted coppery fear and ripe, beefy prick meat as her uncle drove the throbbing hardness of his cock into her face. At the memory her stomach lurched and her eyes filled with tears. She felt faint.
Still the vision gripped her. She knew once again the horror of feeling the tremors begin deep in the roots of that mammoth cock, foretelling the explosion that rushed down the length of Paul's prick to fill her head with slimy, acrid, overpowering jism. Unconsciously she shook her head from side to side as though trying to deny the memory of it all. She could feel the fat wad of come surging up the cock thrust between her cheeks, feel it hurtling, getting ready to blow her head off in a cataclysmic eruption . . .
Noise blared in her ears. She blinked. The image of her naked, dripping uncle gloating lustfully down at her disappeared. In its place she saw an orange Porsche, pulled over on the shoulder a hundred feet ahead of her. As she gazed glassily at the car its horn sounded again. Tina saw the driver inside, gesturing for her to hurry.
As the girl broke into a faltering run, she thought the Porsche looked familiar somehow. It was a distinctive make and an even more distinctive color. As she neared the vehicle and the driver leaned over to open the passenger door, Tina had a vague recollection of seeing the car pass her once or twice as she stood hitchhiking. But even that didn't seem to account for the strong sense of familiarity. Still puzzled, she swung into the low seat and pulled the door behind her. "Thanks a lot," she said amazed at how cheerful she managed to sound.
"Don't mention it," the driver said in a rich contralto voice. Tina glanced over and saw it was a woman, who was looking back over her shoulder at the flow of traffic. An opening appeared, and the sleek Porsche leaped forward with a hungry growl of its engine.
The girl's benefactor turned back and settled in to steering the car through traffic. Tina sat and studied her. She was a big woman, but lean and, as far as Tina could tell, beautifully proportioned. Her long brown legs were bare beneath the hem of her short skirt. Full boobs pressed the front of her white double knit sweater-blouse way, way out; by the bobble of the big matched jugs and the barely-perceptible jut of nipples at their tips Tina could see she wasn't wearing a bra. The adolescent marveled at the firmness of those lush tits.
In profile the driver was classically beautiful and, like her car, hauntingly familiar. However, she was wearing dark glasses and had her hair tied in a bandana, so it was difficult for her young passenger to tie down he things that made Tina think she'd seen her before.
The air in the little car seemed full of the healthy animal smell of woman, with just the tiniest hint of perfume, as though the long, lean driver knew her own natural scent was enough to make any man long to possess her. Long to crush those haughty jugs in greedy hands, smear the bright lipstick all over the full-lipped mouth, long to drive his prick hilt-deep, again and again, into the slippery fragrant well of her pussy.
Tina had no doubt any man would want to do just that. She was aware of the driver of the Porsche as she had never been of a woman before, physically, intimately. For a moment she wondered if her traumatic experiences, her brutalization by men, were turning her into a lesbian, and she felt a twinge of fear. But the thought soon passed. She realized she was only reacting to the almost elemental sexual force that seemed to radiate from her companion.
"Where're you going?" The husky voice broke in on Tina's reverie.
"Huh?" the teenager said. Then she groped for an answer. She realized all at once that she had no specific destination in mind-she hadn't when she'd sneaked out of her uncle's house. All she'd known was that she had to get away.
"I-I don't really know," she said. She wasn't yet worldly enough-for all the humiliation and degradation she'd undergone-to make up a plausible-seeming lie on the spur of the moment.
The driver nodded slowly. A minute or two later Tina noticed the car was slowing, saw that an exit was coming up. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Why are you getting off here?" She felt the first stirrings of alarm.
The big woman deftly guided the car onto the off-ramp, not even slowing from freeway speed. To Tina's fevered imagination, it seemed that her nipples had swollen noticeably into taut, plump cherries beneath her sweater.
The driver ignored her until the Porsche was stopped at a light, humming as though with eagerness to be on its way again. Then she turned to the huddled girl, removing her sunglasses and freeing a gleaming mass of black hair in one fluid motion.
"Why, I'm just taking you home," she said sweetly. Tina screamed. It was Miss McCoy. t t t
Chains bit cruelly into slim wrists. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Tina asked in a quivering voice.
"Just teach you a little bitty lesson," came the voice of her uncle from behind her. She twisted her neck to look over her shoulder at him. Her whole body turned to the motion.
Her uncle stood, hefting what looked like a piece of beaded macramé in his thick hands. He smiled at her, long and slow. His look made the girl shudder.
Again she tested her bonds. Her uncle had once had a wife and daughter-much younger than Tina-who had been killed in a car crash several years ago. For some reason, Morley still kept the child's slide and swing set in his high-walled back yard. Tina Mayhew's slender hands had been thrust through the two rings hung from the swing-frame, and her wrists chained and padlocked to the rings. Her uncle had done a good job binding her. She couldn't work her wrists even the smallest bit free.
"You won't hurt me?" asked Tina, eyes wide.
Morley's grin broadened. "No, no," he said smoothly. "Not much, anyway." And taking a step forward he swung the "macramé" back-handed.
It connected with Tina's rump with a snap. Even through the cloth of her short-shorts the blow smarted. She screamed shrilly, as much from surprise as pain.
"Save it," her uncle advised. Craning, the girl saw the titanic bulge of his cock, straining to be free of his pants. "In just a minute I'll be giving you something to really scream about."
He stepped forward and extended a hand toward the captive adolescent's face. Tina turned her head away, cringing. Uncle Paul caressed her downy cheek with the back of his hand. He let the hand slide down, tracing the line of her neck and coming to rest on a conical boob. Despite the girl's loathing and fear he felt the nipple harden ever so slightly. He laughed.
The hand stroked down Tina's bare firm belly. She bit her lip as fingertips touched the waist of her cutoffs. And then her uncle's hand was inside them, slipping into her panties to cup the lush, furry mound of her pussy!
Tina gasped. Paul squeezed her cunt-bun ever so lightly. He was rewarded by a tiny, involuntary shifting of her hips. "Mmmmmm, nice," he leered. "But first things first. Right now, let's get these pants off. We don't want anything to interfere with our punishment now, do we?"
He withdrew his hand, whiffing lightly of young cunt, and began fumbling with her fly. Pale-faced, Tina tried to twist away.
She could see the thing he'd hit her with better. It wasn't macramé at all, but leather braided so that one end was made up of a number of thin strips. And a round wooden bead was knotted near the end of each strip. Tina knew what it was now. A makeshift cat-o'-nine-tails!
Now her cutoffs were open and Uncle Paul was tugging them down her slim hips. She tried to kick at him, but he pulled the shorts down around her calves, trapping her legs. He reached for her panties.
The lovely blonde teenager was frantic with fear. One of the beads had hit her bare thigh just below her shorts, and the spot burned like the sting of a fire ant. If her captor started flogging her bare ass with that terrible whip she couldn't stand it!
With a quick motion Paul pulled her panties down. Cool air currents kissed her bare butt cheeks. The air felt especially cool on the cleft of her twat. She let her legs relax and hang helplessly as her uncle pulled shorts and panties off over her bare feet. Then he stood back to admire his work.
Tina felt a wash of shame, overriding even her terror and dread of the pain that was in store for her. She'd never been naked in public before-the very thought horrified her! But here she was, out in the open air, her trim butt and saucy, tan-bearded cunt exposed for all the world to see. Actually, the tall walls around the yard cut off all view from the street and surrounding houses, but Tina could have felt no more mortified if her pussy and ass were on display in Grand Central Station.
"Don't touch me!" she choked. "Get away from me! You can't do this! I-I'll scream!"
"You already did," her uncle pointed out, absently swishing the slicked lash in the air. "Feel free to howl all you want. Nobody much is home in the daytime. And don't forget, this is the suburbs-people don't pay much attention to things they hear."
"Please," the girl sobbed. "DON'T!"
He swung.
The whip hit with the sound of a gunshot. A ragged shriek tore from Tina's throat as agony seared her butt. It felt as though a thousand knives were slashing her tender flesh.
The chains suspending the rings twisted together as Tina spun back and forth, crying in the worst pain she'd ever experienced. The brutal strapping she'd gotten from her mother's lover, Jake Logan, was nothing compared to this. Nothing at all.
Paul Morley stood watching her, with his raging hard-on getting bigger and harder. It felt as though his cock were going to burst out of his fly at any second! He stood there as if transfixed, unable to take his eyes off his chained, half-naked niece.
It was such an incredible turn-on! It was better than making the little bitch suck his cock in the shower. For one thing, though the free-flowing water in the shower had given her slim young body a sleek, erotic look, it had also slicked her hair down her back and given her a drowned-rat appearance. Out here, though, with the sun gleaming in her long golden hair, and making the nubile flesh of her ass and her tapering legs glow with life-it was like a super wet-dream.
Right now the nubile flesh of the girl's ass was glowing with more than life, though. It was glowing with the scarlet imprint of the lash! The mark of every thin strand of harsh leather was imprinted lovingly in the vulnerable skin, and the beads had left bright blotches of red. Paul's prick gave a tremendous throb just looking at the marks on Tina's rump.
The girl was finally getting her voice back. "Oh, it hurts," she moaned, sniffling. "I-oh God-I don't believe it! How can you do this?"
Morley decided that the thrill of watching the girl hang there and suffer had died. "It's easy, baby," he said, and hit her again.
This time the lash struck a raking blow to the teenager's butt, the beads biting into the flesh around her hipbone and then cutting across the once-snowy asscheeks. If the last cut had been unbearable, this was unbelievable! Tina's body filled with flaming pain and her throat went raw from her anguished screech.
This time there was no respite while her uncle gloated. Grunting with effort, the sweat starting to pour into his eyes, Paul whipped his victim for all he was worth. The blows turned her this way and that. Lithe limbs flailed helplessly under the relentless torrent of whip strokes.
When it seemed to the tortured girl that the very flesh was being flayed from her buttocks, her uncle shifted his attention elsewhere. Suddenly the tops of her thighs exploded into pain. "No!" she howled.
Morley lay the whip across the fronts of her thighs. She bucked and wiggled like a hooked fish. The big man got an idea.
His next slash was to the inside of a tender thigh, from the front. "Yeeeeeeeaaah!" Tina yelled, and her legs flew apart. Paul smiled. It was what he'd wanted to happen.
With unerring accuracy he swung the lash up between the pale thighs. It caressed Tina's splayed-open pussy like the kiss of a blowtorch.
The girl's back arched as though she were being electrocuted. A wail like an air-raid siren split the air. Her head whipped mindlessly from side to side.
It was as though her cunt lips had been torn off. The tears streamed down her face as she shrieked again and again from a pain that wouldn't quit. Her whole body seemed filled with it, and her ass, legs, and gaping pussy throbbed.
"Oh Jesus!" Paul gasped. His cock was inflated till it seemed about to explode. Enough of this beating on the lovely flesh of his niece. That was fun, but he could think of something better to do with it. Like ramming his greedy prick to the hilt between the girl's flashing thighs!
Scarcely able to keep from blowing his wad right in his pants. His fingers struggled with his belt, then tore open his fly. Tina was still squirming and moaning, as though feeling after shocks of the agony that had ripped through her helpless body. His trousers came down. His mighty cock leapt free, lusting for the girl's cunt.
Tina hung, scarcely feeling the bite of the chains on her pinioned wrists against the greater agony washing from her butt and abused pussy. She thought the pain would never stop. She knew the humiliation of this never would. To be chained like an animal, and then whipped, by her very own uncle-it was unbelievable. Even the sound of her dog, Beau, barking furiously in the garage, didn't soothe the girl.
Rough hands grabbed her butt. She cried out as fresh pain seared her tormented ass-flesh. The fingers bit deep, and then she was being lifted up, her rump crying out in pain.
Her eyes were screwed tightly shut. So she didn't see her uncle's lust-filled face inches from hers. Nor did she see the pulsing pole of his cock, aiming hungrily for the sore cleft of her pussy.
Paul's hands were full of the girl's butt-cheeks. He hoisted her up, so that her body tilted back. She hung limp except for the tension in her bruised butt. He looked down to see the patch of red surrounding the hairy triangle of her pussy. The faintest hint of pink cunt flaps met his horny gaze. A drop of saliva rolled off his lolling tongue to drip on his niece's bare belly, and then he drove his giant cock home!
What felt like a baseball bat jabbed into the opening of Tina's cunt, shocking her eyes open. She saw her uncle, drooling with the head of his prick forced the twat lips apart, and the mammoth swollen cock began driving into her body.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She seemed to have lost her voice. It was as if the huge prick stabbing into her cunt had forced the air from her lungs!
The delicate curtains of flesh surrounding the hole of her cunt still smarted. And now the inside of her sinuous pussy tunnel was feeling pain too-the fantastically thick bar of cock was stretching the lining of her cunt far more than
Jake's skinny prick had. But it wasn't just the pain that made the semi-nude adolescent gasp for breath. It was the sudden, totally unexplainable wave of passion that gripped her!
She couldn't believe it! At that moment she hated her uncle more than she'd even hated Jake Logan for whipping and forcibly fucking her. She would have given anything to be able to kill him. And yet.. .
And yet the sensations of her Uncle Paul's outsized cock lancing ever-deeper into her almost-virgin cunt was turning her on!
Another moan escaped her slack lips, only this was no moan of agony. It was the sound of pleasure beginning to light fires in the depths of her hot young body. Without knowing what she was doing she tightened the muscles of her belly. Her pussy walls suddenly gripped the probing rod of cock.
Paul gasped. More than half his tremendous prick was buried in his niece's cunt. He felt the pressure all the way to the base of his prick, though. His ball-sac tightened into a compact hairy ball.
"God damn," he said wonderingly. "You're actually getting off on this."
Tina clenched her teeth. Every fiber of her being longed to deny it. But she couldn't. Once again her body had betrayed her. All it wanted was to feel her uncle's cock ramrodding in and out of her pussy!
After a seeming eternity Paul Morley grunted and the wide-spread lips of Tina's cunt kissed the hairy base of his prick. His hard pubic bone crushed her swelling clit. "Aaaaaaaaarrrggggh!" Tina groaned.
A hot rush of oils swamped Paul's cunt-trapped cock. Uncle and niece smelled it at the same instant, the rank pungent tang of cunt juice, freely flowing in a cock-hungry quim.
The girl's fingers wrapped around the steel rings to which her arms were chained. She arched her back and ground her hips into Uncle Paul's groin, stirring her wet cunt maddeningly around the thick root of his cock. "Ah, you hot little bitch," he gritted. "Get ready for it!"
"Yes, yes!" Tina heard herself say. "Let me feel that great big cock! Cram it all the way to my tonsils!"
Uncle Paul did his best to. His fingers dug furrows in the welted succulent flesh of her rump. His thumb dug into the soft flesh in front of her sharp hipbones. His hips worked so fast as he fact his cock in and out of his niece's dripping gash they seemed to be a blur. His furious fucking made wet sloppy sounds in the girl's pussy, throwing up a fine and fragrant mist of pussy sauces.
Tina's well-whipped ass still ached, and her uncle's rough manhandling would have been painful even if her rump hadn't practically been beaten raw. But somehow it didn't bother her. The edge of pain made her raw pleasure that much more intense.
"Fuck me!" she cried. Her thighs clamped around Paul's body with astonishing strength. Her cool heels pressed into the small of his back, trying to force even more of that unbelievable prick into her ravenous cunt. The slippery walls of her pussy slithered lusciously around the barrel-like cock her uncle was stuffing into her in a rising fever of desire.
Like people possessed they fucked there in the afternoon sunlight. Tina writhed in her chains in a delirium of passion as her uncle's cock pistoned in and out of her pussy with ripe squelching sounds. Inexperienced as she was, her strong instincts were telling her how her cunt muscles could play her uncle's pulsating prick and urge him into a frenzy of fucking. It was just what she wanted-that great big cock as fast and hard as her uncle could give it to her.
It couldn't last forever. Tina's nipples seemed to be burning holes through her thin shirt. She could feel sweet cunt honey rolling down her butt-cheeks and dripping to the ground. And most of all she could feel Paul's cock impossible filling her pussy channel. The thickness of it seemed about to split her insides apart every time it was thrust into the depths of her cunt.
Her clit was blood-gorged and supremely sensitive. And the friction of Uncle Paul's massive prick sliding back and forth along it was driving her crazy. In its own way it was a torture as exquisite as the lash-only she didn't want this to stop. Ever!
Then a hand seemed to clamp down on the whole length of her pussy. "Gaah!" she exclaimed, and then the sensory explosion of orgasm wracked her mind and body.
The sudden tightening of his niece's pussy sheath put an end to Paul's self-control. With an animal growl he planted his prick as deeply as it would go in her watering snatch and came.
For the second time in her life Tina felt the acid rush of jism spurting into her cunt. Her head reeled to the rhythm of the contractions rippling through her cunt. She would never know whether she was having one incredible come after another, or a great granddaddy of a single climax. But she didn't care. It felt great either way!
Paul was fucking her as furiously as he'd ever fucked in his life. His sperm filled her cunthole and drooled out over her buns. The girl's pussy seemed to milk the creamy whiteness from his fountaining cock, and he was powerless to stop it.
At last the store of come in his balls was
exhausted. Even then he had to endure shuddering seconds of his niece's climax. Her body seemed to be shaking itself to piece. And her strong little pussy seemed about to snap his cock off!
At last the ecstasy slowed, ceased. Tina relaxed to hang limp between Paul's hands and the rings. He lowered her to the ground. His cock slipped reluctantly out of her brimming pussy. When it came free it uncorked a brief flood of come and pussy oils that ran in rivulets down her thighs. Her feet touched ground, but her legs wouldn't hold her. She hung there, still wrapped in the warmth of afterglow.
"Ahhhhhhh," she said.
"I'll say one thing for you," her uncle said, retrieving his trousers. "You fuck every bit as well as you suck cock."
Without putting his pants back on he started to walk toward the house. Coming out of her haze of sexual satiation a bit, the girl asked dreamily, "Where are you going?"
"Inside for a while," Morley replied. "You stay out here and get a nice tan on your rump. When Sandy McCoy gets back from the office, we'll decide what we're going to do about you."
He went in, leaving the half-naked girl suspended there with jism and pussy juice leaking out of her slack cunt. The fever of passion and pleasure seemed to have evaporated. She felt slightly sick, and very much alone.