Chapter 6
Three long days had passed since Kim's brutal rape. She had somehow managed to get home and skirt past her mother, rushing into her room and closing the door before Ellen had had a chance to see her. Carefully the teen hid her torn bra and panties, vowing to throw them away blocks from her house.
Showering several times, Kim soaped her swollen cunt and could only think of Al's hot cock and how it had thrilled her. She blushed at the thought, drawing her fingers to her lips and groaning. He had fucked her half mindless, rummaging his prick in her pussy while beating her ass mercilessly. And Jerry had fucked her mouth and Lou worked his prick over her face before blowing his wad into her nose and eyes.
But she had loved it all-the abuse, the beating, the rape, the boys surrounding her and tormenting her. There in the shower Kim fell to her knees, praying to God to take away the terrible feelings stirring darkly in her breast. She knew she would be going back to Al, begging him to go further with her.
Kim had refused to go to school the following day, pretending to have the flu. Refusing a doctor, the girl lay in bed and tossed restlessly. Prone, her head pushed into the pillow, all she could do was imagine how Al would feel squirming on top of her. She bit her lip, trying to drive those dreadful thoughts from her mind. But how hotly her cunt burned!
On the second day Kim returned to school, meeting Al only once. He was alone and he stared at her from across the corridor with his thickly-muscled arms folded across his chest. He didn't say a word, he didn't have to. Kim knew exactly what he was thinking as she hurried by, her eyes on the floor. She walked quickly down the hall, feeling the slick sexy rub of her cunt-lips against one another and against her soft panties.
It was the late afternoon of the third day when Kim noticed something different about her mother. Ellen was sitting on the edge of the couch, her fingers folded in front of her. The television was on, but she didn't seem to be watching it.
"Mother?"
"Oh! Oh, Kim," she said, bringing one hand to her throat while closing her eyes in relief. "You startled me."
Kim shrugged, dropping her books to the floor. Frowning, she wondered what was on her mother's mind. Although she had been so absorbed in her own problems recently, Kim had realized that there had been a subtle change in her mother's attitude in the past few days. Ellen seemed terribly preoccupied and she jumped whenever the phone rang.
"Is something wrong?" Kim asked.
"No, nothing at all," Ellen said a bit breathlessly, folding her fingers together. "I've ... got to go out for a while. Something came up." Ellen spoke quickly, obviously uncomfortable with her explanation.
Kim narrowed her eyes, leaning back on the sofa and studying her mother carefully. She had taken Ellen so much for granted. Her mother was a kind of sexless person who bustled about the house and made things pleasant for her. Only now did Kim see her mother in another way-as a person who had needs similar to her own. A thought popped into her head.
"Mother! You're going out to see a man, aren't you?"
Ellen stiffened, squaring her shoulders and pushing herself forward on the couch.
"I ... well, yes. You might say that. But it's not what you think," she said, still looking troubled.
"Mother, you don't have to worry. I'm not going to cry or throw a fit or something," Kim said, wrinkling her nose in amusement and temporarily forgetting her problems. "Daddy's been gone for a long time. You've got a right to live your own life."
"I suppose so," she sighed, letting her head tilt back slightly so her long blonde hair fell naturally down her back. "But I won't be late, I promise." Ellen rose from the couch and straightened her skirt. "You can take care of yourself, can't you?"
"Of course, Mother. Now go out and have a good time."
Ellen hesitated only for a moment, wondering if she should just call the whole thing off and stay home with her daughter. But strange forces were moving around in Ellen's mind, stirring up thoughts and desires that were overwhelming. In the end she surrendered to them, bending over the wine-colored wing chair Kim was sitting in and kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"Now, don't forget to lock the door after I leave. Don't open it up-"
"For strangers," Kim finished, laughing at her mother's troubled expression. "I promise, Mother."
Ellen grabbed her purse and slipped it over her shoulder, casting one last look at Kim before stepping onto the porch and closing the door. Kim got up and walked to the threshold, pushing aside the white lace curtains and watching her mother slip into the gray Mercedes. She found herself smiling again. Then Al came into her mind and she hesitated, her fingers trembling against the lace.
Kim tried not to think of him again. He would drive her crazy! The sound of the big engine starting brought her back. She would follow her mother. She had spotted a scrap of paper her mother had been nervously toying with as she walked in. Was it still there? Kim backed away, walking to the couch and sifting her fingers into all the pillow cracks.
She found the small slip, bringing it up and unfolding it. Kim felt a rush of excitement as she read the address written on it. Her mother Was having an affair and with this man! She traced her fingertips over the writing, feeling that wonderful tingle begin in her cunt again.
Kim bit down on her lower Up, feeling a little naughty. After all, what her mother did was her own business. Still, the thought of her mother actually sleeping with a man made Kim grin. She had to find out who this man was. Folding the paper, she glanced up at the clock over the fireplace. Five o'clock. She could spy on her mother and then take the bus back home before dark.
Some miles away Ellen had forgotten all about Kim for the moment. As she stepped from the car, all the woman could think of was that big man and what he would do to her. She had called him this afternoon, no longer trying to fight the sensations racing through her mind and body. He had only laughed at her apparent nervousness, telling her to be at his place by five-fifteen. Pushing back the sleeve of her sweater, Ellen saw she was right on time. Nervously glancing about, she walked briskly to the front door, curling her fingers into a fist and rapping sharply.
"Right on time," Matt said, standing behind the dirty screen door drinking a beer.
Ellen felt her hands fluttering around her waist, no longer so secure about coming here.
"Come in. I've got some surprises for you, baby. Lookin' good."
He pushed the door open for her, stepping back a few feet. Ellen gathered her courage and stepped into the darkened house while trying to control the hot fluttering in her cunt. She wanted what he was going to do to her, and wanted it badly.
"No sense in fuckin' around. I wanna get down to business with you real fast," he said, grabbing her by the shoulders and holding her fast.
Ellen could almost hear her bones cracking from his firm grip. He shook her, smiling as her head bobbed from side to side. Her purse fell with a thud to the kitchen floor.
"You won't need that," he said, kicking it under the table. "Come on downstairs. We got everything set up for you."
"We?"
Matt said nothing more. He wrapped his fingers hard around her left upper arm and guided her to the small green door next to the refrigerator. Ellen felt the flesh crawling around her neck as he pulled open the door and pushed her through the opening.
"One comin' down!" he shouted.
"Oh!"
Harsh laughing seemed to surround the woman as she stumbled down, her hands flying out in all directions in an attempt to break the fall. But Ellen screamed, her balance lost as she pitched headlong down the stairs, her body striking the wooden handrail. She felt her feet becoming entangled while her fingers scraped helplessly along the cinderblock wall.
"Noooooo!"
She banged her head hard against the wall, then fell sideways down four steps, her legs twisting up and under her ass. Ellen was certain she had broken something as she finally rolled to a stop at the foot of the stairs. Her legs were bent at the knee, still resting on the steps while her arms were stretching to either side of her body.
Dazed, the woman was afraid to try to move. Something might be broken and she didn't want to worsen the situation. Then she heard movement behind her and, rolling her eyes back, she saw two shapes approaching her. Wincing in pain, Ellen pulled her legs down, pushing her torso up and turning around. Children, they were little more than children staring down at her. She started to smile, then caught the look in their eyes. It was the same look Matt had while working his will on her. She shivered, drawing back.
"This the one?"
"You got it, Jerry. You and Al get 'er ready just like we talked about."
"What are the boys ... going to do to me?" Ellen stammered.
"My uncle told us to shut you up. So don't say nothin' to us, okay?"
They were young, but they were nearly as big as Matt. His uncle? What a family! Hands gathered her up from the floor and pushed her forward. She had torn her blouse and skirt and now felt a little ashamed in front of these teenagers. She wanted to explain why she was here, but she couldn't come up with a good explanation herself.
"Over there."
"What?"
"And without your clothes. Uncle Matt told us to make sure you strip."
"You boys, you must go somewhere else. What's between your uncle and me is private and ... uhhhhh!"
Ellen was rewarded with a hard back-handed slap. She reeled back, her head snapped to one side from the force of that blow. Blinking away the tears, she pushed aside her blonde hair, staring with disbelief at the big stud called Al. She felt like lecturing him, but she could see it would do no good.
"Strip! And now!" Al commanded.
Trembling, Ellen did as she was told. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, tearing some of them as she shrugged off the garment, then slid from her skirt. Removing her shoes, the woman hesitated at her bra.
"Man, come on! We gonna have to help you?" Al said, moving up to her and sliding his right hand under the elastic band of her bra.
Ellen backed away, her arms moving quickly as she slapped his fingers and unsnapped her halter. She blushed furiously, feeling her cheeks redden and burn as her tits rolled out. One of the boys whistled appreciatively.
"Now the panties," Jerry said, pointing one finger at her.
Bending down, Ellen slipped her fingers under the sheer material, sliding them from her hips and down to her knees. She shivered again, feeling the sticky sensation of her crotch panel being pulled from her cunt lips. Carefully the woman lay her panties over her skirt, brushing back her hair and waiting for the next command.
"Get down over there ... on the bench. That's what my uncle wants you to do. Move it! Now!" Jerry said, slapping Ellen on the ass.
She let out a groan, walking quickly to what appeared to be a workbench. It was something new, some new element of horror to torment his favored victims with.
"We put the screws and shit on 'er?" Al whispered, drawing near to his buddy while staring down at the prone woman.
"Yeah. He said it'd be okay. But he wants first crack at her."
Ellen heard bits and pieces of the conversation as she felt the splintery wood biting into her back. There was a scratching sound, then a flash of light. She turned her head and saw Al had lit a cigarette while Jerry was fumbling around in a tool box near-by.
"Nice tits. They don't sag like lots of women your age."
"What do you know about women my age?" Ellen said, almost laughing.
Al's eyes narrowed while he took another drag and blew the acrid smoke in her face. Ellen coughed, regretting she had even attempted to mock him.
"Lots more than you think, especially hanging around this family."
Ellen paused, thinking about his remark while he drew closer to the bench. Al was standing right next to her now, drawing the cigarette from his mouth and flicking one of the ashes onto her tummy. Ellen flinched, feeling the warm ash settle on her flesh. Her ass tensed while he took another drag and again blew the fumes in her face. She coughed, putting one hand to her mouth.
"I dig big tits, man. I dig 'em. Had a girl the other day. Kinda looks like you. And man, she had big hot tits. She loved gettin' 'em touched and pinched while I fucked her. You the same way?"
"I ... I don't know," Ellen stammered, her eyes on the cigarette. It was drawing close to her nipples and she felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. "Don't! Take that thing away."
Al smiled, flicking another ash down on her. This one landed on her nipple and Ellen moaned, brushing the warm substance away and starting to get up. But Al shoved her down hard with his free hand, bringing the cigarette to within an inch of her right nipple.
Ellen gasped, feeling the intense heat stinging into the flesh. She wrinkled her forehead, looking down at her nipple and watching the red fire burning steadily down the white cigarette paper. She was trembling, her fingers curling and digging into her thighs. She could have pissed from the excitement growing in her while Al kept his burning cigarette so near her tit tip.
"You know, I dig pink nipples. I like 'em a lot. Christ, and they get good and red and hard when you get all worked up, right?"
"I don't know. I ... I never looked while I was ... doing things."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Al laughed, bringing the glowing tip to within one centimeter of her nipple.
Ellen lay very still, not daring to move now as Al rubbed his crotch against the side of the bench. Then he brought the cigarette tip down, down until it was touching her nipple.
"Eaghghghghghghgh!" Ellen screeched, beating her fists against the wood.
In a fit of despair she brought one hand against Al's, knocking the cigarette from his fingers. Scrambling into a sitting position, she rubbed the injured nub with one hand while swinging her legs over the side of the bench and attempting to get up.
"I've had enough of this," she sobbed, pushing against Al's restraining hand. "I never should've come here. Let me go!"
"You ain't goin' nowhere till we let you. Now, looks like we're gonna have to make sure you don't try nothin' funny like movin' out."
"Don't!"
Al pushed her back on the table, calling to his buddy for rope. He smacked her hard with the back of his right hand, the knuckles bruising her chin. Ellen's head snapped back, her long hair splashing around her shoulders as she fell to one side and came to rest on the bench once again. Her head spun from the intense blow. Drawing one hand up to her face, she rubbed her fingers over the injured cheek, groaning still as Al rolled her onto her ass and took some rope handed to him.
"This'll keep you in line, baby, till his uncle comes down and fucks you."
Al gripped the cord tightly, binding her wrists to the bench with double figure-eights, then stretching her arms over her head. It was starting all over again and her cunt began to tighten and drool, waiting for that inevitable fuck.