Chapter 8
"Ughhhh...ohhhhhhh noooooo!"
Byron was puffing behind her, his hand pinching her flesh, tearing at it. The girl gasped and sobbed. But this time her moans and screams were mixed with something else. Yes, there was something besides the pain racking her cunt that made her cry out. Her cunt throbbed as the pressure seemed to build. But the resulting agony was making her feel wonderful, sending thrills shooting through her. Her ass-hole started tightening on the sliding cock. My God! What was she doing? Instead of trying to work her hips away from that fucking prick, Kathy found herself raising her hips, actually moving them toward his sock.
"Ugh! Ugh!"
She was rutting once more. Only this time it was more than a simple fuck. They were doing strange things, hurting her, degrading and tormenting her. And she was twisting like a whore in heat under their torture! She loved it! God in heaven help her, but she loved it!"
"Yeah, baby, use them hips! Yeah, that's the way I dig it. I like to see my cunts have a little action. Yeah, move it!" Byron gasped.
"No, no...."
"Come on, baby, tell us how much you love it," Jack said, stretching up one hand and slapping her on the chin.
"No!" She couldn't say that, couldn't admit to something like that.
"The truth, bitch!"
Again he slapped her, backhanding the screaming blonde teen, then slapping her forward once more. Kathy's head snapped from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping across her flushed face. They were knocking her senseless, fucking her into a stupor. What could she say? What could she do? The water splashed around in her cunt once more from the violent twisting of her body. Hanging there, the cuffs biting into her flesh, the cock slicing into her ass, those horrible tubes pinching her nipples, the young girl was beside herself with sensation.
"Oh...I love it...love it," she muttered, her head hanging down.
Oh yes, yes, she loved it. As horrible as it was to admit, the young teen knew she loved it! Pain had become a part of fucking as far as she was concerned. These men had showed her this, had trained her for it. She had begun as a young virgin, but she would come out of here an experienced woman, experienced in the horrors and joys of pain and fucking.
Byron stabbed into her ass more viciously than before, pounding violently into the tight grip of her ass. Kathy cried out, writhing all the more violently from the renewed assault. She swayed her body from side to side, ignoring the painful pull of the chains and cuffs around her wrists. On and on the cock fucked into her ass chute, feeling like a long, fat red-hot iron. At times Byron moved his hips from side to side to make her feel his cock more. Tears of shame, anger and pain streaked her face as the girl was forced to endure this agony.
"Oh...ooooohhhhh!"
Byron was doing something...something...oh God!
"What...what's happening to meeeee?"
He had pressed something-a switch?-on the underside of the dildo. There had to be some small battery back on the bottom and now that thing was vibrating, actually shivering inside her! It was as if someone had attached an electric wire to her pussy! The girl shivered and shuddered, throwing her head from side to side as she felt the water bubble and churn inside her pussy. The pain was starting to become more and more acute. This time there was no series of small, minor climaxes as she had had when Jack had fucked her. No. This time it was all building up to one big blow-off. Her pussy was adding to the quantity of water trapped inside. Yes, cunt-juice was flowing into her plugged hole. She was hot, very, very hot, as excited as she had been when Jack had first fucked her and torn apart her cherry!
"Yyagggghhhhh!"
His fingers squeezed her ass-hole as he fucked her hard and fast.
"Man, gonna kill you with my cock. Gonna fuck you to death!" he gasped.
Kathy didn't care. She didn't care if he killed her with his cock. She wanted to be overwhelmed by it, mastered by it. She cried out, feeling his cruel fingers playing with her stiff nipples, squeezing them hard while making them hurt even more. And all the while that awful vibrating dildo suctioned into her cunt, keeping up the building pressure. Oh, oh, every square inch of her body was stimulated beyond endurance. Soon she would cum! These men, these vile men with their hellish instruments of torment were going to make her climax in this horror show. And how she loved no it! Oh yes, yes, she was going to reach a climax like few women achieved! Instinctively Kathy realized this. "Uhhhhhh...."
"Go for it, bitch. Come on, pop off. Make it with my buddy inside you like that! Come on, you Goddamned whore! Make it!" Jack encouraged.
His arms held her legs as Kathy twisted madly on the clattering chains. Oh, the pain, the pain was almost mind-numbing. But her brain remained active, registering all the conflicting feelings coursing through her body now as Kathy found herself teetering on the brink of orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck
Byron pumped faster and faster. Then suddenly Kathy felt a searing sensation shoot through her ass. It was so powerful, so overwhelming she couldn't control herself.
"Gaaaaannnghhhhh!"
Yes, yes, she was cumming! She felt wave after orgasmic wave crash over her, destroy her, shatter her as if she were made of glass. Her entire body seemed to fuse into one single orgasmic unit.
"Ohhhh baby, baby," Byron crooned, still stroking into her ass. "You've shot off, huh? Yeah, you dig this, man. She kept sayin' she didn't want me to fuck her. But all the time she was beggin' for it, wanting my cock. I bet you ain't popped all the way. Not yet."
He kept fucking into her, smoothing his hands around her belly, toying with that awful dildo. And then the girl realized he was right. She hadn't achieved the massive climax she knew was around the corner. The tightness was building up again quickly as he sawed his fat, bloated cock in and out of her ass. He was making that dildo vibrate all the more quickly-or was that just her imagination? Reality and fantasy seemed merged now, floating around together in her confused head. And all the while Byron was behind her, calling her foul names, biting the back of her neck, nearly tearing her to pieces with his clawing fingers while his prick kept hammering away against her ass.
"Aaaaccchhhhh...fuck...fuck, man, fuck it out!"
She felt something like jellied jets of burning gasoline burning into her ass-hole. His cum! He was firing his load into her ass, filling her up with his jizz. Kathy threw her head back and let out a painful yowl. She was cumming again, only this time the orgasm was far more powerful than her first. Byron sensed this and just as she reached her mind-shattering peak he worked his fingers around the dildo, tugging at the suction cup. There was a hissing sound and then the cup popped free. "Ohhhhhhh!"
With a gurgling rush the super-heated water gushed out of her pussy, the contracting cuntal walls spasming all that much harder with the sudden release of the liquid pressure. Kathy's mind whirled about madly, splintering into millions of brightly colored pieces. Her legs jerked up, kicked out, kicked back while her fingers again clawed at the rattling chains above her. Oh, oh, she wished this sensation could go on for years and years! Never had she believed a human being capable of sustaining such pleasure! Her nipples, her ass-hole, the buckling walls of her convulsing pussy, everything was caught up in the fiery whirlwind of her massive climax.
In a moment it was over. Kathy sagged in the cuffs, feeling every ounce of strength seeping from her. Byron pulled back steadily, his softening prick slipping from her ass-hole with a sucking sound.
"Good, baby, real good."
He pulled the metal clamp from her ass, letting it fall with a clatter to the ground while Jack untied the tubing around her nipples. The dildo had fallen to the floor while the girl had writhed in her chains in the throes of orgasm.
"Yeah, I ain't seen nothin' like that for a long time," Byron agreed.
"Just...just let me go."
Kathy was starting to feel the shame, the horrible shame of having given in to her baser feelings. She was hanging there, a monument to her shame.
"Just to make sure the little bitch doesn't get funny with us, I want her back here...let's say in about three days," Jack said, standing up and releasing both cuffs. Byron grabbed the girl as she fell limply toward the floor.
"No, oh I can't...I won't," she sobbed, twisting her face away from the men.
"Sure you will. You want this, baby, you want it all. And you got a nice little friend up the street, right? That Janice cunt? I wanna see her here with you then. We got some plans for both of you."
"Oh, don't...don't make me do that!" she pleaded.
Jack sneered at her, reaching forward and tangling his fingers in her hair. He yanked back hard, making her eyelids flutter with pain.
"You don't have a choice. You don't cooperate and we'll come searchin' for you. Ain't no tellin' what the fuck we'd do to you and your aunt if you made us mad. Understand?"
Kathy felt her heart pounding with fear again. They had all enjoyed this spree. But there was still that streak of evil in Byron and Jack, an awful streak she didn't want to see unleashed on her and her family. Gritting her teeth together, knowing she was sacrificing her new friend to these animals, she nodded her head up and down.
"Now get dressed and get the fuck outta here," Jack muttered, releasing her hair and stretching his muscled arms over his head while he yawned. "I'm so fuckin' tired I could drop right here."
They dressed her and pushed her out the back door, laughing as she stumbled forward and nearly fell flat on her face. Stopping at the edge of the property, Kathy looked up at the darkened windows of her aunt's house. No, Aunt Emily was still asleep, unaware of what her niece had been doing. Kathy felt a tear fall from her eyes. Was she crying for her lost innocence? For the way she had betrayed her aunt, her mother? She didn't know. She was only aware of a bone-crushing fatigue and the pain in her cunt, ass and nipples. Yes, she could understand why her aunt had worn that long-sleeved gown the morning after.
She rubbed her wrists together, feeling the chafed flesh throbbing with pain. No, she couldn't let her aunt see those marks. Aunt Emily would know immediately what had happened and God only knows what she would do then. Kathy shuddered, imagining the look on her mother's face once she found out her daughter had not only been with a man, but had allowed herself to be tortured in this foul way. No, that would never happen. Janice would be her insurance policy of secrecy. It was a terrible, awful thing for her to do. But Kathy could see no other way out.
The next two days dragged by. Kathy kept her hands hidden from her aunt as best she could, wearing long skirts even in the warm weather to conceal the belt marks Jack and Byron had given her. Getting Janice to come over to that house was another matter. It was only with the greatest coaxing and with the lie that she had had such a good time fucking Jack that she finally managed to convince her friend to accompany her the third evening after her initial fuck.
"Are you sure it's all right?" Janice whispered, crouching down with Kathy in the bushes as they tip-toed through the leafy barrier toward Jack's house.
"You said you wanted to get fucked, didn't you?" Kathy said, looking over her shoulder, reproachfully at her friend. How the tables had turned! Janice had been so knowing, so sophisticated about sex-or so it had seemed. And now it was Kathy leading her friend into the pit of hell!
"Yes, but I don't even know Jack or his cousin," Janice said, hesitating again. She tugged at her friend's sweater. "Besides, we told my mom we were going to the movies. That means we have to be back in a couple of hours. Isn't that kinda rushing things?"
"You said you wanted to feel a guy in you. And you know how long it's gonna take with some of these guys around here," Kathy said, sighing, then glancing over at the lighted windows in Jack's home.
They were waiting for her, waiting for her and her unwilling victim in the bushes. She could tell Janice the truth, tell it and save her friend. Yet there was that threat of retribution Jack had hurled at her. No, the die was cast. She knew she had to go through with it.
"But...well, I mean, just picking any guy doesn't seem right."
Kathy touched her friend gently on the right shoulder. "He's great. Wait till you see him! Come on."
Janice went along reluctantly, freeing her long brown hair from some entangling bushes. While they walked toward the back kitchen door Kathy wondered if her Aunt Emily had paid a visit to Jack and Byron. She had been gone for some time last night, supposedly on a shopping spree. But she wouldn't have been surprised if her aunt had slipped in and enjoyed the services of both men. What life was turning out to be! How complicated, how devious! Never, never before would she have guessed that there were people around in the world who enjoyed doing this sort of thing!
"It's okay," Kathy said reassuringly, curling her fingers into a fist and rapping on the window pane. There was still time to get away, still time to push her friend from the stoop. Then Kathy saw a shadow rise on the other side of the curtained back door. It was too late. She and Janice would have to suffer the consequences.
"Right on time," Jack said, opening the door and glancing back at the round red wall clock over the refrigerator. His eyes moved to Janice, who seemed to shrink visibly from his stare. Apparently the girl wasn't as sophisticated as she had seemed at first. Kathy felt a smile creeping over her lips as she stepped in.
"Come on!"
Janice stepped in, looking back ruefully in the direction of Kathy's house. "Your aunt...."
The door slammed shut hard, the panes rattling from the force of the blow. Janice jumped, putting her hands on Kathy's shoulders. Byron stepped in from the living room, a beer can in one hand. It was a replay of several nights ago, only this time Kathy had brought someone with her, a victim to the sacrificial table.
"This here's Byron, my cousin."
"Kathy, I think I wanna go home," Janice said, backing away. Jack stepped behind her, blocking her exit.
"Ain't no way you're gettin' outta here. We got plans for you."
"No, you're...you're wrong. There's some mistake," Janice babbled, looking with wide eyes at her friend for support.
"She ain't gonna help you. She brought you here, you dumb cunt," Byron said, his straight double row of white teeth showing.
"No!" Janice looked with disbelief at Kathy.
"I...I'm sorry, Jan. I had to do it "
Kathy began, feeling terrible about the whole mess.
"Don't matter about feelin' sorry or not," Byron interjected. He stepped up to the frantic girl who eyed him with growing horror.
"Let's go downstairs. Jan, you should ask Kathy about going downstairs. She knows all about it," Jack said laughingly.
"Why?" The girl's eyes filled with tears as
Byron pushed her forward. She crashed into her friend.
"I...I can't explain. We have to follow them," Kathy said in a muted whisper, turning from her new friend and walking almost like a dead woman.
How could she explain all the feelings she had suffered, the fear of exposure she now felt? She turned around and saw Janice walking behind her toward the door, her eyes wide, her nostrils flared. Oh, what would she think when she got downstairs and saw all those...those devices Jack had?
They reached the cellar, Jack in front, Byron bringing up the rear. There were all sorts of things out-belts, paddles, and the chains and cuffs that had held her so tightly in their grip several days ago were still dangling from the ceiling. Janice looked at all this open-mouthed, then turned to Kathy.
"They...they can't be serious!" she gasped, shrugging her head into her shoulders protectively, all her former bravado gone.
"You bet we are, baby. And you're gonna see just how serious we are-along with your little friend, there," Byron said, nodding toward Kathy.
Dear God. It was starting all over again!