Chapter 6
Kathy threw her head back, her eyes focusing on the ceiling above her. She tried stretching her body just a little, just so she could touch the floor with her toes to ease the pulling strain on her shoulders. Oh, how they ached! The girl thought she could hear and feel something pop in them as she swung slightly from side to side. Turning her head, she looked first at Jack, then at Byron. How could she have been so foolish to have believed Jack would be nice to her, would ease her into womanhood as if he were her lover? Didn't she realize from spying on her aunt what kind of man this was?
"Man, this is something else," Jack muttered, rubbing his fingers over his fly.
"Hey, man. She's mine next. You got her in the cunt before," Byron said, watching his cousin and reading his mind.
"Yeah, yeah I know. But I forgot how fuckin' good it is to see a good-lookin' bitch like that swingin' from the chains. Man, you should've seen her aunt!" Jack said, wiping the back of one hand over his lips. "She screamed and carried on, and man, she loved every second of it. Seems like this little slut's a cut off the same block."
"Yeah, hope so," Byron said, rubbing his prick.
Kathy's mind whirled around, regaining its balance after the mind-blowing fuck upstairs. She could still feel cum and juice trickling down her thighs, but that wasn't her immediate problem. She was hanging there, her arms stretched high over her head, the iron cuffs cutting into her wrist flesh. And worse than that was Byron standing there before her, smiling strangely, cruelly at her. Kathy shuddered, feeling her sphincter failing her.
"Wanna smoke?"
She shook her head silently, biting down once more on her chewed lower lip. Byron snorted, looking around and finding a pack of cigarettes. Tapping one from the crumpled packet, he slipped it between his lips, lit it with a match, then pulled it out after taking a drag, blowing a cloud of acrid blue smoke into her face.
Kathy jerked her head around, closing her eyes and coughing from the vile odor. Her eyes stung from the cigarette smoke.
"Too bad. It might relax you," he said, taking another long draw, then pulling the cigarette from his mouth.
Kathy watched, her forehead wrinkling with fear, her eyes widening as the red glowing tip of the burning white cylinder came closer and closer. She watched the blue/gray smoke curling up toward the ceiling and pulled frantically once more at the cuffs. The chains rattled above her ominously, her body swaying slightly from left to right. Nothing could save her from this horror. She closed her eyes and moved her lips in silent prayer.
"I like a nice body like yours, baby. I like a nice girl, but you're no nice girl, are you?" Byron said mockingly, moving the cigarette to within an inch of her right thigh. Kathy whimpered, her mouth a tight scar while her teeth ground together.
"Please...."
"Please what? Fuck you? My cousin already did that and, man, did you like it!"
"Oh don't...don't touch me like that...."
Kathy tried cringing away, tugging at the chains above her, swinging back. But it was useless. She smelled the stinging odor of the burning tobacco and curled her toes until they cramped. The girl could almost feel the hot sting of the cigarette now as Byron held it even closer to her flesh. There was a hissing sound as fine invisible hairs on her thighs singed under the growing heat. Kathy shivered once more, feeling something very warm trickling down her inner thighs now.
"Hey, man, she's pissin' on herself!" Jack cried out, pointing to the slickness on her legs and laughing at the girl.
"Yeah, man, she can hardly wait till we get into her!"
It was degrading, humiliating beyond words! Kathy couldn't believe she was behaving like this! Pissing on herself in front of these men! And still there was that cigarette, that awful thing about to burn her. She writhed against that horrible iron bond above her, a little sob passing her lips.
"Uhhhhh...."
He had touched her with it! Oh God, he had touched her with that horrible burning tip. There was at first only the sensation of pressure, then of intense cold. And then the heat came, a terrible burning heat made her cry out in anguish.
"Yagggghhhhh!"
Kathy twisted and jerked in her chained bonds, her body bobbing up and down like that of a crazed puppet. The metal above her clanked and jiggled while her body swung from side to side. Tears streaked her face, dripping off her chin as she begged and pleaded with the men to let her go.
"No, baby, you're too much fun," Byron said, moving the cigarette along her thighs, closer and closer to her cunt.
"No, no, no!"
Kathy was screaming at the tops of her lungs, having thrown her head back and shouted toward the ceiling. The cords stood out from her neck while her fingers clawed at the merciless iron chains. Again and again she kicked her legs out, trying to knock away that terrible man causing her all this pain. But Byron kept ducking away and finally Jack came to his aid, moving around the girl. She felt his hands gripping her upper legs, pinning them against one another while Byron kept singeing her flesh with that horrible cigarette.
"Yagggghhhh!"
"No use, baby. This basement's soundproof. You could set off a bomb in here and nobody'd hear it outside."
The burning torch moved closer and closer to her pussy. Kathy stopped screaming, gritting her teeth so tightly together she thought they would break. Gasping, she could hear the whispering crackling sounds of her cunt-hairs burning under the fire. Singeing hair added to the odor of the tobacco, making the girl feel as if she were going to retch. She prayed that she could die, or at least pass out before the pain became too great.
There was more agony. The heat around her cunt felt as if he had set fire to her pussy with burning gasoline! Kathy shivered, her lips widely apart, but nothing except a rush of air came out. With a tearing pain in her throat more air went out, dragging a moan with it. Kathy felt more tears oozing from her eyes, streaking her flushed cheeks.
And then...and then the pain went away. Byron had pulled the cigarette away, taken another puff, then blown the smoke up into the girl's face. Again Kathy coughed, relieved that at least he had stopped burning her cunt. Her muscles relaxed, her body sagging downward.
"like I said, I like a nice cunt...and nice nipples. Yeah, nice pink nipples," Byron added, his voice barely a whisper.
"Wh...what?"
"I like 'em nice and pink...but they're better when they're a dark red. You know, just like they were when Jack was fuckin' you upstairs. They was good and red and hard up there, weren't they?"
"You bet, man. like a couple of tiny rocks," he agreed, enjoying this little show his cousin was putting on.
Kathy eyed the two men, still feeling the stinging burning pain of the cigarette. She blinked away the remaining tears, her eyes focused on Byron, her mind wondering what new horror he had planned for her.
"And you know what gets 'em nice and red...and not even havin' a guy fuckin' you?" Byron asked, his lips curling into a horrible, spine-chilling smile.
"No," she gasped, watching with horror as he moved the cigarette up to her once more.
But this time Byron was aiming for her tits. She sucked in a ragged breath, her nostrils flaring while her eyes widened once more. Her tits stood out even more as she held her breath. Byron smiled more broadly, bringing the tip of his cigarette to within an inch of her right nipple. Kathy wanted to turn her head away again, the burning smoke stinging her eyes. But she couldn't move. She was riveted to the spot, hanging there helplessly while this animal stood there with that weapon, about to hurt her again.
"No, oh no, no...."
Even from an inch away the cigarette was starting to burn the nipple. It hurt her! Oh, oh, how it hurt her! Kathy winced, drawing her head back. And yet something else was happening to her, something she couldn't quite understand. It was related somehow to what had happened upstairs between her and Jacksomething linking the pain and humiliation to the pleasure she had felt.
And now it was happening again. Only this time the link between the pain and pleasure was far more obvious. The sight of that burning cigarette, the feel of the heat stinging her nipple did something to her cunt, made her clit stand up once more from the surrounding wet flesh and sputter with excitement. It sent burning shivers of pain and delight rushing through her body. That shiver, of course, made Byron smile. The sadist in him was enjoying her fear.
"No, oh no, no...."
As Kathy stared, she watched him moving the cigarette closer and closer. And then...he touched it to her nipple. No, no, it couldn't be true! The girl couldn't believe it. Then the shock of hot, agonizing pain rushed through her chest. Screaming, pulling her legs against Jack's hard grip, the young blonde teen shrieked until her throat was raw.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah, lemme hear it," Byron said, keeping the cigarette pressed against her injured nipple until Kathy thought she was going to faint. Again he pulled it away, reaching up and slapping her hard across the face with his free hand. "I wanna hear you scream, bitch! I wanna hear you beg me to stop!" He slapped her again, backhanding her more violently. The knuckles bruising her chin, knocking her half senseless. Her cries dwindled to a few moans, and once more the girl hung helplessly in her chains.
"She had enough? You wanna get into her now?" Jack asked, dropping his hold on Kathy.
Byron threw the cigarette to the floor, crushing it with his heel.
"Not yet. I got other plans for this one," he said, reaching down and pulling his belt from around his Levi's. Jack smiled, nodding in approval.
"Yeah, that's good. I used it on her old lady. Bet she goes freaky with the first touch."
Kathy shook the hair from her eyes and stared down. Oh God, God, Byron had the belt in his hands, looped the way she remembered Jack having it. It was a replay of the other night, only this time she was the star!
"No, oh no!"
It couldn't be happening to her. This was some terrible nightmare. She'd awaken and find herself safe in her bed and...
"Uhhhhh...."
There was that dry smacking sound, the same sound she remembered hearing through the partially opened bedroom window as she crouched below and listened to her aunt's squeals of pain and delight.
Kathy felt the doubled belt slicing into her belly flesh, making the flat muscles contract. She jerked and bobbed, her arms tensing while her legs kicked out. Byron backed away for a moment, watching her twist and writhe helplessly under the yellow soft glow of the bare overhead light. Kathy slowly calmed down, feeling the pressure in her shoulder joints start to hurt. The strain on her wrists and shoulders grew worse and worse as she tried to twist her pussy away from Byron.
"That's it, baby, that's it. Just tenderizin' the meat."
The big blond stud held up the belt, touching the looped end under her right tit and hefting it. He touched her nipple, rolling it around. Kathy felt a shiver of sensation flutter from her nipple to her spine to her cunt. Fanning out her toes until they cramped, the girl waited, waited for the next killing blow. Letting out a shuddering breath, Kathy watched with rounded eyes.
"Nice, nice," Byron breathed, walking around in front of her.
Glancing down, she saw the bulge pressing up against the front of his Levi's, tenting up the faded material. His prick. His cock. He would be fucking her, fucking her as hard and as brutally as his cousin had. There was a quick, violent, savage movement in front of her, too fast for her eyes to catch. And then suddenly a sharp pain flashed across her jaw. Her tits bobbed and jerked from the impact, the vibration sending more pain and heat rushing into her brain. Her right nipple was next to feel the blow of his doubled belt, nearly tearing from the surrounding flesh as the leather sliced into her body once again. "Nooooo!"
Kathy's head snapped from side to side, her hair splashing over her face. The pulled-flat muscles of her belly tensed then quivered. Byron still smiled grimly up at her, working his lips against one another while the belt trembled in his big hand.
"Uhhhhhgggghhhh!"
There was another blow, this one extraordinarily savage as he sent the belt across her lower belly with brutal violence. Kathy pulled up, drawing her body away from him for only a moment as she screamed and yowled from the pain.
With another swift move Byron struck her just under her knee cap with the belt. As Kathy jerked her legs away, he reached forward, twisting his fingers in her blonde curly cuntal hairs and tugged. The girl thought he was going to tear her to pieces. She cried out, snapping her legs up, again kicking at him, her cries choked by her sobs and tears.
"Nooo...aagggghhhh!"
The twisting, tearing pain between her legs was killing her! And he kept pulling, kept twisting the hairs, tugging them from their roots while keeping clear of her flailing legs. Snapping her head back, crying at the ceiling, Kathy once again prayed she would pass out. Dear God, dear God, why wouldn't it happen? Her muscles bulged against her flesh, the tendons stood out as Byron kept torturing her with his hand and belt.
He moved around now, slicing the black leather back and forth, up and down over her jiggling ass cheeks. It was like being spanked by a maniac! Her ass cheeks heated up quickly, long red marks appearing on the curved white flesh. She felt her ass cheeks bouncing, jiggling under the quick savage blows of the black belt. Kathy swung back and kicked at him with no success. Oh, oh, how long could this torture go on?
Her ass was on fire. For a moment the blonde teen thought she could feel her ass splitting. Her ass cheeks heated fast under the steady beating, reddening to scarlet under the continued blows. The blazing agony of her plump, taut ass now radiated to her cunt. Yes, there was a connection, a definite connection between the two. Once more juice began to build up in her pussy, wetting down her lips, then finally trickling through the blonde cuntal thicket to her whip-striped thighs.
Byron was concentrating on lashing her ass now. Again and again the belt curled into her sweaty tight asscrack, the leather getting dangerously close at times to her pussy. Kathy yammered for mercy, begging Byron to stop the blows. But he only laughed at her. With despair overwhelming her, the girl let her ass cheeks open as if she were about to take a shit.
That was exactly what Byron was waiting for. With a slashing overhead stroke he ripped the end of the belt down her asscrack, making her sphincter muscles clamp shut like the halves of a clamp. For a moment it felt as if he had pressed a thousand burning cigarettes to her injured ass.
"Uhghhhhhh...yaggghhh!"
Kathy shrieked loudly once more, her voice straining past a shrill cry. The incredible pain of the assault on her ass-hole blazed a Shockwave up to her brain. She jerked convulsively, crazed signals of pain and pleasure overriding one another. Another blow, this one more powerful, more savage than the last, sent showers of sparks tickling her pussy, making her clit tingle even more.
"Oh, baby, baby, you're one hell of a cunt, you know that?" Byron said, resting for one moment. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with one hand, tapping the looped belt against one thigh.
"You keep beatin' her and she ain't gonna have no skin left to fuck."
"Don't worry about it. We know what the fuck we're doin', right Cuz?"
Kathy felt another blow, and then another directed against her ass. She curled her fingers around the chains holding her arms prisoner, clawing up, knotting the muscles of her arms. A strange fire started in the rim of her ass-hole as he moved the belt again and again against her jiggling ass.
And then it was gone. Kathy tensed for several more seconds, waiting for another blow. It would be just like him to let her think it was all over and then catch her by surprise with another attack. But this one seemed over. Thank God, thank God. She sagged once more in her chains, letting her head fall forward, her hair curtaining her flushed face.
The battle was over, but not the war. Byron still had a hard cock and was still bent on fucking her. At this point, with her flesh still stinging and smarting under the belting, Kathy didn't much care what happened to her next.