Chapter 7
"That's too tight!"
"Not for you, baby. Gotta pull you in or you're gonna bolt from here and that's not cool."
"Ohhhhhh!"
The cord was thin and it cut into her wrist flesh, making Ellen's fingers icy cold as she stretched her legs to pull out a cramp. Jerry rubbed the flat of his left hand over her pussy-mound, barely touching the top curls of her swollen cunt. The resulting tickling touch made Ellen even hotter.
Al saw the reaction his buddy was causing and grinned. "Hell, she's fuckin' better 'n ol' Kim was the other day!"
"Yeah, man, could fuck 'er the way I did that little bitch and your uncle would probably not even know," Al said, snugging the ropes down on her wrists.
"Don't be so sure. He'll let us have some fun, but he's first. Don't fuck with him. He's a pretty mean guy when he wants to be," Jerry said with a warning look.
Al shook his head.
"Hey, man, I don't wanna fuck this up. This is gonna be better than ol' Kimmy was."
Neither of the boys noticed the change of expression on Ellen's face when she heard her daughter's name. She felt her heart contract while the bottom dropped from her soul. She thought of Kim's change of attitude the last few days and wondered if these boys ... but no, that was madness! They were probably talking about another Kim. Her Kim wasn't like that at all.
"Now gotta finish this up. Help me keep her ankles down."
The two boys worked quickly, binding her ankles to her thighs with her knees straight up in the air. Then Jerry attached a loop to one knee, bending down and running the rope under the table before slipping it around the other knee. The resulting bond prevented the woman from clamping her knees or her thighs together. Ellen saw she was completely opened and they could do anything they wanted to her.
She tested the ropes, twisting her body and pulling at the line holding her wrists and ankles captive. The resulting tugging sensation made her quiver with delight. It was almost delicious being stretched out like this with a big stud On either side of her! But just the thought of her daughter's name coming from them made her uncomfortable.
"Now, baby, we have some fun."
Jerry had been busy in the box and now in one hand he held a weird assortment of objects. They looked like earrings and imagine necklaces to Ellen. Jerry moved first, tugging her thighs wide apart while bracing himself against the workbench. Ellen shuddered, feeling him touching her cunt lips.
"Damn! She's so fuckin' hot her cunt lips are slick, man. Hard to get a good grip on these mothers," he growled.
But Jerry was determined. He took one of the earring-shaped things and slipped it over her right cunt lip. Ellen raised her head, peering through the blonde tufts of her pussy-hair and watching him screwing the object tighter and tighter.
She felt the thing pressing the tender, slick flesh between the iron pads until there was almost a continual flow of pain from her cunt to her head. Ellen dropped back down on the bench, tugging away at the ropes. Her muscles were starting to cramp now.
"That's good, buddy. Now I wanna see if I can slip one of these mothers over her."
"Okay, but watch it," Jerry said, reluctantly handing one of the rings to his buddy.
"Gimme a break! She's so fuckin' hot I can't do nothin' wrong with this chick."
She felt him pulling her left pussylabe to the side and then was screwing another object down hard, twisting the tiny button around and around until it was firmly in place. Ellen looked down again. Her cunt lips were so far apart the woman thought a steam locomotive might fit easily inside her pussy. Much of the dark, slick red meat of her cuntal throat was exposed now, something Al took advantage of. He slipped one finger into her pussy, watching as her knees pulled together and her ass-cheeks shot up from the bench. But the ropes held Ellen well in place. "Uhhhhhhh!"
"Yeah, good hot pussy. Ummmmm, man, you can smell that bitch!" Jerry said, tugging at the rings and watching Ellen tremble.
"Let's have some fun before your uncle gets down here," Al said, rolling up his eyes and listening as the big man plodded around the house upstairs.
Ellen watched as Al undressed, shoving down his Levi's and exposing his fat, eight-incher. She licked her dry lips, her eyes rounding as she watched him pull off his boots and get naked. Pulling off his belt, Al looped it double and began snapping it in front of her. Ellen had endured this sort of thing with Matt and thought she was immune to it. But this was a new man, a new sadist with a different level. He snapped the belt in front of her face again, then brought it down hard between her thighs. The black leather slapped hard against her cunt, stinging into her clit.
" Aeeeaagghghghghghghhh!"
Ellen screamed, arching her back while writhing crazily against the bench. The belt struck her a second time, the leather smacking against her thigh flesh. She gasped, grateful he had avoided her pussy. Jerking her head up, she watched helplessly, pulling at her arms so hard the muscles bulged against her sweaty flesh.
"Hey, what the fuck's goin' on down there?" Matt shouted from the top of the stairs.
Al paused for a moment, letting the leather belt lay quietly on Ellen's cuntal mound. The woman sobbed, her teeth grinding together as the sting from the belt lingered.
"We've got 'er all tied down just like you wanted, Uncle Matt."
"That's good. I'll be down in a sec. I don't want you kids fuckin' 'er up. And take it easy or this'll be the last time you come over."
"Yes sir," Jerry said, looking at his buddy.
"Okay, okay. We gotta be more careful," Al said, looking around. "Here. This'll shut the bitch up for a while."
It was an old oily rag Al scooped up from the floor. Ellen pulled her head away but Al grabbed her hair, twisting her face up against his crotch then jamming the awful thing down her throat. She coughed, feeling the bile rising in her throat. The fumes gave her a headache and made her eyes water while her nostrils burned. The boys only laughed, pushing the rag in deeper. Then Al picked up the belt and began lashing at her again, paying particular attention to her cunt and belly. "Ummmmmfffffff!"
Looping the belt around one tit, Al hefted it up from her chest, rolling it around until the nipple was nearly brushing over her chin. He then dropped it, swinging the belt until it cut deep into the tit flesh. Ellen screamed through the rag, arching her spine once more and pressing her head against the work bench.
' 'Unnngngnnfhhfhff ff f!"
The boys were as bad as Matt-perhaps worse because there were two of them. Jerry laughed at her and took his belt off, bringing it down against her belly while his buddy concentrated on her cunt. Ellen felt the belt flicking between her thighs again and again, this time stinging her lower ass-cheeks. She cried out and her eyes wrinkled shut, her teeth tearing into the foul rag.
"Come on, baby. This is what you want, right? You came here to fuck around with my uncle and found more than you can handle, right?"
Ellen struggled up against her bonds, her head rattling with pain and humiliation. Jerry brought the belt down again between her thighs, watching as her cunt lips reddened with excitement. The boys were right in a way. She had found more than she had bargained for. But it was marvelous! The pain seemed more and more deadened while the pleasure increased.
"Aeehehahhaghhhf f f f f f!"
Both boys began beating her in unison now, Jerry slapping the belt over her tits while Al snapped over her cunt. Ellen cried out again and again, her clit seeming to burn while juice oozed out over the tiny sex center, trying to smother it. She slammed her ass again and again against the wood table top, pulling up against the ropes and chafing her wrists and ankles and knees against the rough line.
Twice the woman gagged on the awful cloth in her mouth as a blow struck her especially hard. But it was then that she felt the most pleasure. Al's cock gouged at her pussy, touching her clit and brushing up through the hairy cuntal bush toward her pussy. If only she could raise her knees a little more and roll her ass back one or two inches he would be inside her, fucking her!
"Had enough, bitch? Had enough?"
He shouted down at her, bringing the flat of his right hand against her left cheek, making the woman groan. Ellen felt the heat and sting of the slaps but there was no longer such overwhelming pain connected with them. Now there was only the wonderful heat flaming through her.
"Ohhhhhfhffffff!"
"Man, could fuck this bitch right now," Al groaned, biting down hard on her ear lobe.
"Hey, don't piss off my uncle," Jerry said worriedly, looking up at the ceiling once more.
"Uhh ... man, I got it in! I got my cock into this bitch!"
It was true. Ellen sighed deeply into the rag, feeling the young man's cock gouging her cuntal walls, rubbing up against her clit. Sparks seemed to fly all around her cunt, flying into her pussy. She twisted and writhed on the bench, loving the splinters sticking into her flesh as she tried to help the boy fuck her.
"Man, come on, Al. You can't fuck 'er now. My uncle's gonna be comin' down any minute!"
"Christ, she's good and hot and tight down there. Just like some Goddamned teenager. Christ, she's practically cherry!"
The pressure of the screws on her labia made her flush with more and more desire. She liked that prick, that big cock inside her, stretching her, scratching all those hot tingly itches that had been building up.
Ellen felt shocking thrills surge through her as Al pushed through her. It was only when Jerry nearly shouted that Al stopped. She felt his cock withdrawing, her cuntal walls shrinking back to one another.
"Uhhhhhfffff!"
Only in vain did Ellen protest. Matt was coming down the stairs and the boys had to obey. Al slid off the table just as the big stud came into view. His cock was sticking straight out, the head slick while the veins throbbed. Matt stopped, scratching his chin and staring at the odd tableau.
"You guys did a good job. Didn't think you dug this kinda shit, Jerry. Your old lady's always tellin' me to keep away from you," Matt said, chuckling at the memory of Jerry's mother.
Ellen stared at the two men then at Al, wondering what kind of family this was.
"Aw, she don't know what she's talkin' about half the time, Uncle Matt."
"Know that for a fact."
Matt sauntered up to the table, stopping at the head and sliding his hands around Ellen's cheeks. She rolled her eyes up and looked at him.
"These boys been takin' good care of you? We gotta make sure that ol' pussy's gonna be hot enough for me and my cock, here," Matt said, rubbing the long, thick protrusion in his pants.
"Whatcha gonna do, Uncle Matt?"
"Get me the Coleman lantern," he said, bending down and moving something under the table.
Ellen felt a large section of the bench drop away and her ass suddenly sagged through a hole. It was as if she were sitting on a latrine. Matt let the piece of wood fall, reaching under the lower lip of the table and stroking her ass. Ellen bit down on the rag, worried over his last command.
Jerry quickly returned with a dusty old Coleman, the liquid sloshing with each step he took.
"Light it. This cunt's gonna heat up real fast, especially after she gets her ass warmed with this mother."
"Nnnnnfffffff!"
Ellen's eyes bulged, her wrists working against the ropes holding her arms over her head. She tightened her thigh muscles, undulating her hips over the splintery wood as she smelled the kerosene igniting. Jerry handed the lantern carefully to his uncle while Al watched.
"It took me some time to get this table cut just right. But now I can get a broad's ass hangin' down while she's roped up topside. Look," he said, pointing out Ellen's ass and cunt to the peering boys. "Can get at both ends from right here."
Ellen twisted again, pressing her shoulders against the table and arching her spine. Matt adjusted the flame, making sure it was a deep orange with blue lines shooting through it. The concentrated light accented his bony features, making him appear like some sort of monster risen from the underworld. She twisted her wrists and ankles again, the ropes made slick by her sweat.
"What should we do with this cunt, eh, boys? She's been fuckin' around, probably cheatin' on her husband and she's gotta be punished. That's why the fuck she came here in the first place."
Ellen shuddered, a dozen counter thoughts coming to her. If only she could explain. Yes, she wanted something different, something she had never had with her late husband. But this was too much! The belt beatings were becoming too strong and now this fire was flickering much too close to her cunt. Her tits rose and fell rapidly as she sucked in air. She felt her cunt growing warm. Was it from the flame or from something else?
She curled her fingers, digging the nails into her sweaty-damp palms while she watched the big man move the fire down below the top of the work bench. In a moment she felt the heat spread across the smooth flesh of her sagging ass.
Ellen tightened her ass and thigh muscles, trying to draw her ass up. But the restraints on her wrists and ankles kept her from moving much. She felt the wood scraping painfully around her hips, reddening her skin as she tried easing her ass from the workbench opening. She sobbed, the weight of her body pulling at her wrists and ankles. She was sagging down a little more, the ropes digging more painfully into her flesh.
"Make sure the gag's in all the way. I don't want this bitch screamin' down the walls."
Jerry got up reluctantly, stuffing the rag back into Ellen's mouth and grinning down at her. How she hated him, hated them all for having put her in this position! They had stretched her out like a sacrificed lamb on the table, her arms pulled over her head, her legs bent and tied down, her thighs forced apart with those dreadful screws holding her cunt lips open.
"Let's see if you're a southern California gal, somebody who enjoys the heat."
Matt squatted a little more, careful not to spill the kerosene as he moved the lantern under her ass. With another twist he turned the flame up, watching as it flickered within inches of her ass.
Ellen tensed, her eyes widening, staring fixedly at the ceiling while a pulse leaped at her throat. She remembered the cigarette, that awful burning thing that had tormented her nipple. Now it was a larger fire, the Coleman lantern flickering around her cunt and ass-hole. She perspired more heavily, beads of sweat dotting her forehead. Blinking rapidly, Ellen concentrated on that heat, following it closely in her mind's eye as Matt moved it down around her thigh, then back to her exposed ass-hole.
"Uhhhhhfffff!"
Her muffled cries turned into gurgles as the pain increased along with a dry warmth that no began spreading into her cunt. She sighed, her clit tingling. As long as Matt kept the fire away from her pussy-hole Ellen could enjoy the pleasure that was quickly replacing the pain. She rocked first to the right, then to the left, no longer trying to push her ass from the hole.
"You see? It didn't take the bitch long to warm up to the fire. She-likes it. Man, this little cunt digs anything we can throw at her. Gonna turn this mother up and then see how she does."
"Eaghghghhfhfhfffff!"
Suddenly the fires of hell burned into her ass-hole as Matt let more kerosene into the wick chamber, sending a tongue of orange flame right into her shitter. Ellen thought her ass was on fire as he laughed and brought the flame closer to her cunt! in