Chapter 8
The same fright that had attacked Angie earlier, when she first saw this horror salon, attacked her once more. When she had refused again to put on that grotesque outfit, Joe shoved her to the floor, kicking her hard just below the rib cage. Angie thought he had bruised some of her organs, the brutal kick knocking the wind from her. She wiggled away from his as he approached, the sound of his boots sliding on the cold concrete floor sending chills up her spine. She thought of her home, of the foolish move of having decided to come with Joe to his place. Her gaze took in that bridle or whatever it was still in his right hand.
"Slut ... that's what you are, baby, and you don't even know it."
"No, you're wrong!"
She was whimpering, craw-fishing back, one hand behind the other, her ass-cheeks sliding over the cold concrete. She wouldn't put that horrid thing on. She wouldn't! He could hit and kick her all he wanted, but it was so grotesque, so humiliating even to think about donning that harness. She shook her head again from side to side, her forehead wrinkling, her heart beating harder.
"No, don't ... don't touch me with that thing ... don't, Joe..."
Nothing had prepared Cindy for this. Even their session in the bedroom three days earlier couldn't have really prepared her for this. Her mind couldn't fathom the depths to which she would sink with Joe, and he was pushing her down deeper, harder.
Angie slid backward, her wide, terror-stricken eyes focused on the advancing animal. He gained on her, kicking her legs apart, throwing the bridle on her. When she brushed the terrible thing from her body, shaking as if he'd thrown a basketful of snakes atop her, Joe stooped, picked up the bridle, then slapped her hard across the face with the leather.
"You'll put this on, bitch, or I'll shove it down your throat."
"No ... I..."
"Agh!" she squealed.
He swung the bridle over his head again, making it come down, or so it seemed, in a kind of slow motion. The studded tips chewed the flesh along her right hip, making her body twitch as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. Again the woman screamed, her voice getting higher, more strained. Angie jerked one leg out, trying to roll onto her belly to protect her pussy.
"Cunt!" he bellowed.
Joe swung the bridle down again, the leather straps crashing against her ass-cheeks, then back against her inner thighs. Angie was dizzy with fright, stumbling forward, her arms stretched out. Somewhere there had to be an exit, an escape from this torment. "Yaggghghhh..."
The tips of the bridle caught the lower swell of her ass-cheeks. The blonde wheeled around, panic swelling in her chest as Joe fell atop her, his hands pawing her tits, her cunt.
"Oh, God, no!" she pleaded.
He was immobilizing her, sliding that device on her in spite of her movements. Again, Angie tried kicking back, knocking the big man from her. Another slug across the right side of her head knocked the fight from her. Joe moved around, kneeling down, sliding what appeared to be a choke collar around her neck.
"This'll keep you from givin' me any lip. You try somethin' and I'll knock the wind outta you," Joe said, sliding the two leather straps through a large brass buckle. Angie swallowed hard, feeling the broad leather studded collar pressing against her windpipe. There was another sensation, this one far more sinister. Joe was forcing her up, forcing her to kneel, keeping her arms rigid and at her sides. He barked orders, calling her all sorts of filthy names as he draped two broad leather straps over the tops of her shoulders, the rest of the bridle falling down the center of her chest. A small cold brass ring to which the two straps were attached made her flesh pucker up with goose pimples. "There."
Joe pulled the straps tightly down over her shoulders, adjusting the ring so it hung just at the bottom swell of her tits.
"Gonna be a good horse, baby, a good horse," he snickered.
Angie felt renewed humiliation rise in her as Joe adjusted the center strap leading down from that cold ring between her tits. She felt the leather press excitingly against her belly flesh, three more straps dangling loosely at the bottom from another ring.
"Yeah, you're gonna be all tied up and ready for a good ride."
A wide cross-strap slipped around her thighs just above her hipbones, fastened by a broad buckle just at the base of her spine. Two smaller ones hung down, gripped later by Joe and pulled around to either side of her cunt lips. Hooks at the backs of these attached to the rear lower buckle. A long narrow strip of leather leading from the woman's spine up to the top shoulder straps completed the device. Joe adjusted the rings and hooks, tugging on the bottom buckle to make sure the narrow thigh straps pressed hard against her swelling cunt lips.
While Joe was dressing her in this encasing device, Angie began to feel her pussy growing hot and tight all over again. The thought of being restrained, of being held captive in leather made her gasp. And the way her pussy was reacting! Needles of sharp, piercing heat bit into her clit, bringing a warmth Angie had wanted these past few days.
"Now, gotta hook you up to something to really make you feel this, baby."
Joe had taken off his t-shirt, revealing his sweat-stained chest. From the tone of his voice, from his rapid breathing, Angie could tell he was as excited as she was. Sliding one hand under the right top strap, Joe led the reluctant Angie across the basement floor, her bare feet aching from the cold concrete. They passed the water heater, stopping by one of three pillars. He was holding her against the cold surface, her shoulders pressed squarely against the support. Glancing up, Angie noticed three eyehooks screwed into the large wood support beam overhead.
"Keep your fuckin' hands at your side, baby," Joe warned.
Angie cringed, flattening her hands and pressing her fingertips against her flesh. A rush of fear and pleasure rippled through her no cunt, making her both apprehensive and expectant as to what was about to happen. Joe kept an eye on her, moving to one wall and sliding off several lengths of chain with various hooks and rings attached to them. "Turn around."
Angie did as she was ordered, keeping her head down, feeling him fumbling with the brass ring between her shoulder blades. The rattling behind her was nearly deafening, the heavy links slapping against the backs of her legs and ankles painfully. A sudden weight on the upper straps told her that Joe had attached the links of chain to her harness.
"Now, we're gonna have ourselves a ride, baby, a good, high ride."
Angie still stod there, the chains pulling hard at her. Joe moved a stepladder behind her, taking the chains up from the floor and tugging them up. She felt the pressure of the leather pulling against her upper chest. The woman looked up and watched as Joe slipped the two long links of chain over the eyehooks. Step by step, he dropped down, always pulling at the chain, the links clattering slowly over the iron hooks. Angie grunted, feeling the leather harness tightening up against her body. He was going to string her up like some piece of meat! Her arms hung limply at her sides, and her fingers fanned out as she curled her toes.
Yes, she was being hauled up, the chains pulling her off the floor.
"Ooooffff!" she coughed.
It became harder for her to breathe, the restraining harness acting as a kind of choke device. The small leather strips around her cunt lips were pressing into her pussymeat, stimulating her, making the juice flow more hotly from her fuck-hole. Angie began twisting from side to side, her toes leaving the floor. Joe secured the chain link when her feet were about three inches from the concrete. He moved the ladder away, standing in front of her with his legs spread widely apart. The leather was cutting into her flesh now, leaving long red marks while the juices from her pussy slicked down the black material around her crotch. A dizzying, buzzing sound filled the woman's head.
"But we gotta do somethin' for those tits," Joe said, his eyes brightening as he studied her. "Yeah, they sure need some attention."
Again, he moved to the wall, taking two smaller linked pieces of chain from the hooks and moving up to Angie. The woman's eyes widened again, studying the tiny clamps attached to the ends of those links. Pinching one open, Joe raised his right arm, affixing the bright metal clamp to her right nipple.
"Yeeagghghehheee!" she screamed.
The painful pressure of the clamp biting into her nipple made the woman kick her legs forward, her head snapping back, tears forming and welling up in her eyes. Joe waited for her to calm down, her arm muscles knotting as she tried climbing the chain holding her off the floor to get away from the hot pain burning into her nipple.
"Now the other one."
Angie clenched her teeth, closing her eyes, struggling to keep silent as the cold clamp chewed down on her left nipple. Still chuckling, Joe stretched the chain out, the pressure pulling her tits away from her chest. How purple and distended her nipples were becoming under this torment! Reaching out, he attached the free end of the small-linked chains to two more eyehooks screwed into the low ceiling. There she hung, her nipples clamped and tugged out, her body trussed in leather, tilting forward, obscenely open to any sexual attack. And all the while, her cunt ached for prickmeat.
"Yeah, that's the way you belong, baby. You belong tied up, roped, in leather!" Joe muttered, moving again to the wall and studying the various devices hanging on the wall. His hands stopped at a long black riding crop.
"Now I'm gonna heat up that pussy ... the way I'll be, you'll dig it."
Joe picked the crop off the wall, winding the thong carefully around his right wrist. Angie waited, horrified at what she guessed would happen. Her spirits sank as the chains rattled above and behind her. As she hung there from the ceiling, her body stretched, stretched enough for her to touch the floor on tiptoe to ease the pulling pain in her arms.
Joe moved around, prodding at her left tit with the end of the crop. Angie shuddered, feeling the leather and metal tip press into her warm tit flesh just under her nipple. Joe laughed softly again, rolling it around, A shiver of hot sensation fluttered from her nipple to her spine. Angie pressed her toes against the floor. Her tits began to swell teasingly as the strain on her arms eased.
Joe walked in front of her, the tip of that crop trailing over the full underswell of her tits. He was playing with her, toying with her mind and body. She could tell that his cock had grown even more, standing straighter against his trousers. Then suddenly the tactic changed. With a sharp, violent move, Joe slashed the crop hard, managing to hit both nipples with ease. Angie squealed, her head snapping back, her along blonde hair washing over her shoulder blades. The hot sting made her teeth rattle in her head. Setting her jaw, the woman slipped her head forward again, staring heavy lidded at her tormentor below.
"Good reaction, baby."
Again Joe drew his hand back, sending the crop crashing into her lower belly, then snapping it down again, making a red X on her flesh with the little whip.
"Unnhhhh!" she gasped.
Her hands flew out protectively over her injured skin. Joe rapped her knuckles hard with the crop, nearly breaking them with the force of that blow. She pushed her arms behind her, rubbing her injured hand against her ass, feeling the cold brush of the leather against her knuckles. Again, Joe struck just under her kneecap with the middle of her crop. He pulled her away from the support column, letting her fall back, striking her head against the concrete pillar and nearly knocking her senseless.
Joe let her hang there for several more minutes, trailing the tip of the crop over her belly, hefting one tit, then the other.
"Baby, this is one hell of a turn-on," he muttered.
Joe reached forward, curling his fingers around several strands of her cunt hairs, then yanking his hand to one side. Angie thought someone had set her pussy on fire. The tearing, pulling sensation sent hot knives of torment through her as her body twisted and bounced on the clattering chains. The blonde woman began gasping loudly, her face flushed with excitement and fear as Joe rolled the torn hairs between his fingers, grinning up at her.
Sagging in the chairs, Angie was about to beg him to let her go. Her shoulder sockets were aching, feeling as if they would tear from the weight of her hanging body. At times she could support herself by straining her toes downward and bracing her body on their tips. But Joe kept hitting her, knocking her from side to side, making any kind of stable position impossible. Then the big man struck her just under her kneecap with the middle of the crop. Angie's ankle jerked to the right. Grabbing it, Joe pulled her away from the support pillar behind, then flung her back, twisting her foot away from his belly.
Angie slammed against the table, the back of her head striking the column. She rebounded forward, her body aching, the flesh tight against the restraining leather harness. How her head ached and spun as she swayed from left to right like a pendulum. Again her body swung backward, striking the column knocking more sense from her head.
"Let ... let me go, Joe. Oh, please," she sobbed, her tits flopping wetly against one another.
But Joe was too far gone to listen to anything. He lashed the crop over and over against the soles of her feet, sending hot shocks of pain radiating up her legs to her cunt. Angie screamed, jerking her hands down, trying to do something to break the blows of that horrible instrument. She kicked out, trying to evade the whistling crop. Her long blonde hair dangled over her shoulder blades as the woman wailed and shouted. "Ughfhhfhhhghhg!"
Now the arch of her foot was his target. Joe slowed his beating strokes, timing them to hit just when the woman didn't expect it. The sensitive skin of her foot felt as if it were bleeding. Screaming again, Angie jerked her head from left to right violently, doing all she could to stop the bruising swings of that crop against her body. She felt the leather slicing into the white flesh of her ribs and belly.
She managed to get her toes down to the floor once more, easing the strain off her back. But Joe was ready for that. He beat at the backs of her knees, the full fleshy columns of her thighs, then moved around and stuck her jiggling ass-cheeks with a savage glee. Angie could hear his breath wheezing and whistling, mixing with her own cries as that awful crop smacked her flesh again and again.
"Take it, baby, take it 'til it burns your fuckin' butt."
Her ass was on fire. Angie thought she felt her skin splitting under the savage attack. The blazing pain in her ass radiated to her cunt, making her clit respond strangely, violently to the beating. Juice oozed from the seepy lining of her pussy, trickling through her forest of blonde cunt hairs, oozing down her whip-striped thighs. Angie yammered for mercy, jerking her body again on the chains, expecting no help or kindness from Joe.
"Ohhh, no, no, you're ... you're going to kill me," she stammered.
"Yeah, baby..."
She swung again on the chains, her toes brushing over the concrete floor again, her eyes focused on the dirty, unfinished ceiling of the basement. Sinking into complete despair, Angie let herself dangle, her head lolling back, her ass-cheeks relaxed and opened.
"Oh, yeah, baby..."
That move was what Joe had been waiting for. With a quick step around to one side, the big stud jerked his arm up, bringing the crop down with a slashing overhead stroke. Angie heard the whistling sound behind her and braced herself as best she could. There was a sudden flash of heat followed by a tearing, ripping sensation through her asscrack. The tip of the crop caught at her ass-hole, stretching it out of shape, making it feel as if he had set her shitter on fire!
"Eaggghghghghhghhgggg!" Angie screamed, her throat sore from the constant yelling and shouting. The incredible pain of his assault on her ass-hole blasted up, nearly crushing her spine, shooting finally into her brain. She jerked convulsively on the chains, the top of her cunt-mound wet with her shooting juices. Another blow just above her clit sent a shower of sparks into her cunt.
This couldn't go on, it just couldn't. Angie couldn't survive much more, she felt. She shoved her ass backwards, trying to get away from the crop Joe was now trying to screw into her pussy. She felt the blunt tip puckering her cunt lips inward. Her pussy slowly stretched and tried to accommodate that big lifeless thing. The woman's eyes rolled up into her head as the rough leather scraped against the sensitive flesh between her inner and outer cunt lips.
"No, oh, no!"
"Ain't gonna waste you on this, baby," Joe said, yanking the crop from her pussy with a loud sucking sound. Angie felt as if her pussy were turned inside out from that sudden move. A twisted, lusty feeling in and around her pussy told the woman that all Joe had done to her wasn't simply painful. He would make her feel the maximum amounts of pleasure and pain before he let her go.