Chapter 8
Jack held her by the shoulders, butting his prickhead against her lips. At first Diane still resisted him, keeping her mouth closed, fearing to open her lips. But then Jack threatened her with that awful pain again. She remembered how his fingers seemed to shatter her jawbone. No, she couldn't take that kind of pain for long. Reluctantly, the girl opened her mouth, swallowing hard, ready to take that long, thick cock. It was the largest cock she'd ever seen.
"Take it, bitch-suck it down and swing on that mother!"
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Maybe if she sucked him off as well as she could they would take her down from this painful, hanging position. Her shoulder joints were aching so much she thought they would tear. Jack bent his knees, shoving his thighs forward. His prick slipped over her tongue, moving over her lower front teeth, quickly filling Diane's mouth. The young woman swallowed hard, her eyes wide, crossed as she tried to look at the cock fucking into her mouth. In a moment she could taste the bleachy flavor of his cum. Instinctively, the young girl closed her mouth, pressing her full red lips against his cockshaft. Jack gulped, throwing his head back, fanning his fingers around her face.
"Man, oh man, it's real good, real good havin' her mouth on my cock."
Jack fucked his prick back and forth in the young girl's throat. In another moment Diane felt his balls pressing up against her chin, his cock hairs tickling her nose. She smelled the hair and sweat in his crotch. That odor triggered her once more into heat. Good God, what was she becoming? A nympho?
"That's it, baby, move that tongue around ... just like that, under my cock!"
Diane did what she thought was right, rubbing her tongue back and forth over that funny thick tube that ran the length of his prick. Jack kept moaning and gasping, his fingers tightening around her skull so much Diane thought he would surely crush it.
"Fuck, fuck it out!"
Jack pulled his prick nearly all the way out, resting the fat, greasy, meaty cockhead on her pouty lower lip. Diane kept sucking as hard as she could, her cheeks caving in. At times she wriggled her tongue around against that tight scar just under his prickhead. That made Jack all the more excited. He rutted and groaned, twisting his thighs around, fucking his dick back into her mouth and keeping it lodged in her throat.
Diane could feel that throbbing cock brushing over the insides of her cheeks faster now. At times his fucking prick made them bulge out. Her tongue laved over the underside, flicking again and again against the thick cum tube. She shuddered, knowing that his jizz would be shooting down in her throat if she brought him off in her mouth.
"Do it, man, do it. Come on, take that mother down in your throat! Oh yeah, yeah, it's somethin' else havin' that slut mouth-fuck me."
Diane couldn't stop now if she wanted to. Jack was tightening his grip on her head, bending his knees a little more and fucking hard and deep down into her throat. It was all she could do to swallow her own spit to keep from drowning in it. His pre-cum coated her cheeks and throat, making her swallow more. Then he drew back slowly, watching her, fucking his prick back into her mouth while his body shuddered with lust.
"Ohhhhhhhh, clamp down hard, baby, that's it, clamp down real hard and make me feel goooooood!"
Diane did as she was told, the rope groaning above her and threatening to part. She felt that fleshy cockhead pushing back over her tongue, going farther and farther toward the back of her mouth. She inhaled sharply through her flared nostrils. In a moment his cock was back all the way in, his prickhead sliding down her throat. It was almost impossible for her to breathe! She let out a groan, shaking her head, thinking for one mad second she was going to choke to death on his prickmeat.
Jack paused, then pulled his prick out again. He fucked her mouth harder now, his groin bumping against her face again and again. At times he flattened her nose with his crotch, moaning to her, grunting about how good and hot and tight her mouth was-just like a virgin's pussy.
"Man, gonna do it! Gonna fuck that mouth and dump my load."
"Noooofffff!" Diane screamed, the thought of having that man's cum in her mouth frightening her terribly.
She could feel that cock throbbing between her lips, fucking powerfully in and out of her mouth. And then she felt a hot, milky droplet oozing onto the tip of her tongue. Then Jack shoved his hips upward, burying the blood-filled prick in her throat.
"Uhhhh ... doin' it now! Oh man, man, gonna pop off in the bitch's mouth now!"
Diane felt powerful jets of his jizz against the back of her tongue, against her cheeks. His cock was bathing the insides of her mouth completely with a flat-tasting, slimy liquid. He was cumming in her mouth! He had his cock almost to her throat and she could feel the power of his cock as it spat out the potent jizz. She was dazed, shivering there in her ropes. She closed her mouth down around the jumping prick and sucked for all she was worth. The cockshaft pulsed mightily as more and more cum shot out. She swallowed, then swallowed again. Diane could feel the sticky globs of cum clinging in her throat. She could smell cum in her nostrils.
She didn't care at this point. She wanted to suck that animal off now. It was yet another step down in her degradation. These men were leading her into hell, and she was skipping all the way.
"Do it, do it, baby, suck it!"
He was driving her mad with that gushing jizz. And nothing was down there in her pussy. Nothing was stimulating her, filling her cunt as a dangerous need began to throb down there between her bound, spread legs. She was breathing funny. It must be his cum, his prick. Diane knew that steamy strings of jizz were dripping from the corners of her lips. Jack plunged his hips up again and Diane groaned, feeling the fat cockhead pounding against her tonsils. Oh, he had filled her mouth with his cock, his cum! And how she loved it! How she loved it all!
Jack smoothed his hand over her face, rubbing his fingertips over the girl's lips, then slowly pulling his prick from her mouth.
"Man, good head. That's fuckin' good head you whipped on me," Jack said, wiping his cummy cockhead up against her pretty lips.
"Oh God, God, what have I done?" Diane whispered to herself, closing her eyes once again in defeat.
Reality trickled in the form of pain in her wrists and ankles. She felt the rope binding her, felt the weight of her body pulling down hard against the cuffs binding her wrists and ankles together. Spitting out the remainder of the spit-and-cum mixture, the young teenager waited for her next order. She knew Sam had more planned for her.
"Man, she's somethin' else. The more you hand her, the more she wants," Burt said, shaking his head. "Get the slut down. She's been hanging up there long enough. Let her rest. I need some more beer. This shit's takin' it outta me."
Diane felt the rope being unfastened, her body being lowered to the floor. Someone was untying the rope, unfastening the cuffs, then gently lowering her hands and feet to the floor. She groaned, rubbing her wrists together. How good it felt to be down from that horrid position. Sam gathered her up in his arms, pulling her along the floor. Diane was near a faint, unable to move, it seemed, without help. All the beating and fucking and sucking had taken the strength and will from her.
"Oh, don't tie me up again! Please, I don't think I could take it."
"Don't worry your pretty little head about that, baby. You're gonna be able to stand around, and no ropes this time." He grinned maliciously. "I promise!"
There was something fishy about his promise. She looked at him askance, her eyes then moving around the basement.
"Right there. That's where you're gonna be for a while."
"No!"
A coffin! It was an old wooden coffin standing back at a thirty-degree angle from the floor. Diane felt a surge of resistance rise in her. Twisting free, she limped to one side of the big stud, shaking her head fiercely from side to side. No. No one would put her in one of those terrible things. They were for the dead. And certainly Diane knew she wasn't one of those ... yet!
"No, no, don't!"
Sam grabbed her tightly around the waist, hugging her to his body. His hands were like iron bands, knocking the wind from her. Diane went wild, struggling, fighting and kicking and biting. But Sam was stronger, carrying her to the coffin. Jack opened the lid, standing to one side like some grinning undertaker. Diane kicked both feet against the wooden coffin, nearly knocking it from its prop. Sam slapped her, stunning the teenager for a moment. That was all he needed. Twisting around, he placed the moaning girl in the coffin.
Diane felt the wooden backing against her naked ass. She came to life once more, thrusting out both hands and savagely beating her fists against the closing lid. The last thing she saw before darkness enveloped her were Jack's and Sam's leering faces.
"Don't go nowhere, baby. We'll be back ... maybe," Sam said, snapping the lid shut.
"Yaghghhghhhh!"
Diane thought she would lose her mind for a moment. It was like being buried alive. All those Edgar Allan Poe stories came back to her now as she lay in the wooden casket.
She could hardly move. Outside, Diane could hear the men laughing, some of them kicking the wood and bringing cries of helpless horror to her lips. She felt the rough wood pressing against her arms. It was then the young girl realized she might suffocate in there. Again she was threatened with the lack of oxygen! Struggling, Diane managed to get her hands up to her tits. Desperately, she flattened her fingers and palms against the front of the coffin, pushing outward as hard as she could. The girl puffed with the effort, her face beading with perspiration. Nothing seemed to work. Nothing could budge that heavy pine door that remained shut in her face.
"Help! Oh, God in heaven, someone help me!" she cried.
But the breaths of her shout puffed back in her face. Realizing she was using up precious oxygen, Diane remained quiet, listening to her own breaths. She could count them and wondered how many she had left before she would run out of air.
It was then the girl became aware of tiny holes drilled into the sides and front of the casket. At times she could feel puffs of cool, damp air against her flesh. There were enough of them, she guessed, to keep her alive if she were to remain quiet. Diane closed her eyes and murmured a prayer of thanks.
"I won't die ... I won't die," she said over and over again.
Calming herself, the blonde lay back, closing her eyes and thinking over what had happened to her. She had gone to the school basement so innocently to meet a new boyfriend and finally wound up here, bound, trussed, beaten and raped by these strangers. What was more bizarre was the way she had reacted to it. Diane found herself looking forward to each new torment, each new humiliation.
She sobbed, turning her head to one side and breathing in the humid, stale air of the coffin. Her pussy bubbled, and she could still taste Jack's cum in her mouth. They had laughed at her as she dangled there bound and hanging from the ceiling, sucking cock and drinking jizz.
These and similar thoughts flashed through her mind as Diane lay there in the slanted coffin, waiting for her tormentors to come down again. In time they did. She could hear the muffled footsteps through the wood. Diane tensed, her heart starting to beat quickly again. Pressing her fingers against the coffin lid, Diane waited, her senses fully aroused as the men surrounded the casket.
Scraping sounds! What was going on out there? She couldn't hear them talking any longer. Diane lay very still, hearing only her beating heart and the rushing of her pulse.
"Oh!"
Something sharp struck her belly. She slapped her ass back against the wood, sucking in her belly. Her eyes had begun to get used to the extreme darkness. Seeing the tiny holes well now, the girl looked down and saw something poking through one of those tiny openings. It looked like a needle!
"Noooo!"
There was no answer from the outside. Whatever had tried piercing her belly was drawn back quickly. More long moments passed. Then the scraping sound began again, this time closer to her throat. She looked down and saw what appeared to be a long, silver knitting needle sliding toward her. She gasped, trying to jerk her head first to the left, then to the right. But the coffin left no room for her to move her upper body. She watched helplessly as that sharp thing edged closer and closer to her throat.
"Don't! Oh, God! You're going to kill me!" she shrieked.
At that point, Diane heard a buzzing sound. At first she thought it might have been her own overworked imagination. No. The sound was coming from the outside. There was a machine, something whirring near the casket. Diane caught the words "hook-up" and "clamps." She didn't know what they were talking about until the needle began working its way again forward. She closed her eyes, curling her fingers until the nails bit once more into her palms. When the tip touched her throat she coughed, beads of perspiration trickling down her face. Then suddenly Diane was aware of a hot sensation gripping her throat. Something was making her muscles spasm, constrict so she could hardly swallow or breathe.
Electricity! They had electrified those horrid needles! She beat her fists against the wooden sides of the coffin, her cries warped because of the electricity. There were more sounds of hellish laughter from outside. Then the needle withdrew.
"God, no, no, let me out! Please, oh God, let me out of here!"
Diane felt hysteria edging on her mind like a rolling black thundercloud. It pressed down on her like a lead weight as she heard a second needle being inserted in the opening near her tits.
"Not again! Oh, God in heaven, not again!" the girl screamed.
She could hear the steady advance of the needle. Then there was the bitingly sharp touch of the tip as it nicked her nipple. Diane let out another groan, her eyes rolling back into her head. She flattened her shoulders against the wood. She tried drawing her hands to her tits. But somehow the girl couldn't manage to move a thing. Another needle came forward, twisting in until it touched her other nipple. Someone was twisting them against her sensitive tit tips.
Then there was the feel of a light current biting into her nipples. Diane's eyes widened, her body shivering as someone increased the voltage. Her nipples burned as if someone had touched the red half-inch long tips with a cigarette! Her knees knocked against the coffin lid while her fists continued beating against the sides. Was it her imagination, or was there less and less air inside the casket? More current. Her tits ached now, the heavy swell of them starting to pull at her upper chest. She rocked her head from side to side, her body shuddering under the electricity. And then in another instant, the needles were gone. Diane sobbed frantically, wanting to sink from the onslaught. But her knees were already touching the front of the coffin. Helpless, she prayed to God this would end soon.
"Uhhhhhh!"
More needles, two of them pinching her asscheeks. The electricity bit into her fleshy ass mounds. Diane let out a howl, jerking forward, striking her forehead against the coffin lid. Stars exploded in her head as the needles pricked her, moved back, then pricked her asshole. More voltage! This time the girl felt her asshole muscles contract. Diane snapped her head back, her lips torn open in a wild scream of pain and terror. There were two more needles now touching her cunt, pricking her bloated pussylips. It was a steady onslaught, and the searing pain nearly made her faint. She heaved a great breath, feeling those savage electrified teeth tearing at her cunt and ravaging her shitter.
"Stop! Stop! God, please stop this!" Diane shrieked, her fists beating in a kind of rhythm that matched the pulsing voltage.
"Like it, baby? That hot enough for you?"
"Stop!"
More needles probed into her cunt. Her pussy muscles were going wild, cramping, snapping shut, then springing open. Her body danced obscenely in the coffin, banging against the sides. At times the force of her crazed jerky moves nearly knocked the coffin on its sides. Had one of the needles pricked her cuntlips? Diane didn't know. There was just that constant feeling of pain and pricking heat stabbing again and again into her body. She concentrated on her tits, her asshole and her pussy, where most of the electrified needles were stabbing, threatening her with permanent damage. Another increase in voltage made her gnash her teeth in agony.
"Nooooo!"
Feeling faint, Diane still banged her knuckles against the wood until they were blue. When would they stop?