Chapter 1
"Wow, what a creepy-looking place!" Kathy Ellison drew her bright-yellow raincoat tightly around her body, peering through the sheets of rain nearly blinding her eyes. Her feet sank in the soft mud around her.
"It's the only place around here, though, Kathy!" Jan Ellison said. "Boy, dad's gonna give it to me when he finds out what I did with his car." Jan turned and looked at the new blue Cadillac Seville now resting like a beached whale in a roadside ditch.
"We'll talk about that later. Come on, let's run up! Maybe it's deserted and we can stay there alone till the rain stops."
The girls ducked their heads, tightening their grips around their raincoats and rushed through the swirling heavy rain toward a large stone Victorian home on the other side of the road. As Kathy had said, the facade did look forbidding. Sitting atop a small rise and surrounded by nearly four acres of empty fields, the structure was something straight from an Edgar Allan Poe story. its three stories leaned somewhat to the south, most of the windows having been shuttered from the light. Kathy was the first to reach the porch, carefully picking her way up the stone steps and rushing under the sagging porch roof. Jan followed quickly, pushing back her yellow hood and shaking her long brown hair free.
"God! I don't think I've seen it rain like this for years!" the perky teen brunette said.
"Dad's gonna really be steamed when he hears what we did with the car. You shouldn't have taken the keys and driven all the way out here," Kathy whined, looking around at the bleak countryside. There were no homes she could see, although in the blinding rain she couldn't even make out her father's car some two hundred feet away
"Come on, let's see if someone's home," Jan said, ignoring her sister and curling her fingers into a tight little fist. She hammered politely at the large wooden door. "1 don't think anybody lives here it's too weird," Jan said after some time. Reaching down, she rattled the doorknob and found it was un-locked. "We're in luck."
The two girls entered the large dark house, walking into the cavernous hail before them. Immediately they saw that someone indeed did live there. There were signs of life. Beer cans and wine bottles were strewn about the badly carpeted floor. What furniture there was was sadly torn and neglected. The smell of some-thing terribly unpleasant hung in the dank air. For a moment Kathy thought standing in the rain would be preferable to finding shelter in this horrible place. A clap of thunder shaking the building to its foundation made her change her mind.
"Maybe there's a phone," Jan said, slipping the coat off and draping it over a nearby chair.
"I wouldn't count on it. This place is super weird, Jan. Come on, let's wait out in the car and "
Her words froze in her throat as the sound of something coming down the stairs caught the girls' ears. Both Jan and Kathy turned, their flesh crawling as a large dark shape lumbered down the circular stairs in front of them.
"Trouble?
You gals sure just barge in without even waitin' for me to come to the door."
Kathy flushed red with embarrassment. She gave her sister an I told you so stare as the big man came down to them.
"Our car broke down," she began, feeling her voice tremble as the owner of the house came forward. "It's out there in the road in a ditch. I guess we were driving too fast in the storm." Kathy's voice died on her lips. God, he was handsome! She moved a step back, feeling something like a sensation of panic and pleasure sweep over her.
"I'm not gonna beat you," he said in a soft voice almost like apurr.
Kathy nearly forgot her sister was right there, watching her. it was amazing. Right there, in front of everyone, she was having that feeling again, the one that had given her so much trouble in the past few months. That tight hot little itch was starting up again, getting more concentrated as the handsome man stared at her with his black eyes. Kathy knew she should be explaining further about why she and her sister invaded his privacy. But all she could do was stare back into his eyes.
. . I know that. it's just that I know we should've waited or something. But it was raining so hard and . . . and . . .
The girl shivered. Her body was doing such funny things. Now he raised one hand, placing it on her right shoulder and rubbing the fingers against the side of her neck. The tips of her tits were getting so hard she thought they would poke right through her bras Her cunt was so hot, making her pink panties so sticky wet against her outer cuntlips. When she felt her clit popping to the surface, Kathy backed away from the warm, exciting touch. What was it in this man that made her react that way so suddenly? It was as if she were possessed! The blonde teen dropped her gaze, wiping her damp palms on her dress and stealing a glance at her confused sister. Jan rubbed her wrinkled forehead, mystified by Kathy's behavior.
"We did wait, but no one came around," Jan piped up from behind, tilting her chin and stepping up to her trembling sister. "We thought nobody lived here. And that's easy to see why."
The big stud threw back his head and laugh-ed, revealing a double row of white, square teeth. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Shaking his head from side to side, he stared with amusement at the two girls.
"We don't live here. You might say we just use it every now and then. Real estate company don't care what we do . . . just as long as the rent's paid. I think they're gonna tear it down in a year or somethin' for some kinda project for the Feds. Meanwhile, we use it."
We? There were more people here? Perhaps not. Jan couldn't hear anyone moving about the upstairs or around her.
"Excuse me, but we're a little cold. Can we stay here for a while? We'll call my dad and he'll come and pick us up."
"Ain't got no phone. Ain't got nothin' up here `cept electricity and plumbing. Guess you'll just have to wait it out.'
Kathy gave her sister a silent look of displeasure, then shrugged and slipped her raincoat off. There was a large marble fire-place yawning in front of her. The chimney was probably choked with soot and garbage. Jan moved around to the dusty couch and sat down, Kathy joining her while still keeping an eye on the big man
"Jack's the name . . . Jack Kane. I live up in Bakersfield, but come out here to Fresno every now and then," he said, pulling up a chair and slouching into it
Again Kathy felt that strange, hot tingling between her thighs as he talked about himself. His red lips curled in sardonic amusement as he saw her discomfiture. Did he know? Could he tell her cunt was dripping with juice, swollen open with desire? It was so wrong for her to feel this way. Her mother had told her time and time again only bad girls got excited like that. But Kathy couldn't deny the feelings.
They took her over before as they did now, making her move her pert little ass back and forth over the sagging, dirty sofa cushions. As she stared at the man's thick black beard and his full matching mustache, the teen couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have that mocking mouth kissing her. What would it be like to have those hands holding her while his legs pinned hers down? She had heard about fucking from lots of girls at school. But to imagine a guy really fucking her was some-thing foreign to her thoughts. Kathy was so ashamed of her feelings that she had never told her sister Jan about them. Again she turned to her sister, seeing the girl wasn't as disquieted by Jack as she was. Stiffening her spine, Kathy sat back on the sofa, desperately trying to cool down the feelings burning between her legs.
"I've got some coffee up. That'll warm you up.
Kathy sighed with relief as Jack got up from the chair and slouched away toward what she guessed was the kitchen.
"Let's get out of here," Kathy whispered, leaning toward her sister. "It's too strange. I don't like it.'
Jan shrugged, rolling her eyes up to the ceil-ing and smirking back. "And where else are we going to go? The field? Listen to it."
Kathy pricked up her ears. The storm seemed to be getting worse. The gray light was dimming even more while the wind whistled around the house. She shivered, feeling a wave of damp coldness spread over her flesh.
"I guess not. It's just that he makes me feel really funny," Kathy said.
"He's creepy, all right. Fits right into the house. But he's not Dracula or something. Come on. The storm'l be over in a while and we can maybe get him to help pull the car out."
Kathy hoped so. Thoughts of her father's displeasure at them for sneaking his new car out for a joy ride faded under the present problem of Jack and his unseen friends. He came back with two cups rattling on chipped, dirty saucers. A can of beer was tucked under one arm. Accepting the hot, steaming drink, Kathy watched as he ripped the tab off the can with his teeth, glugging down several swallows of the brew while keeping his eyes fastened on her and her sister. She felt him undressing her with his eyes, caressing her tits, touching her thighs, spreading them open so he could touch her pussy.
and they'll be around pretty-damned soon-if the rain lets up," Jack was saying.
Kathy wasn't paying too much attention.
Her eyes flashed over his body. She liked the way he was built-stocky, his chest so thick and powerful he looked like a weight lifter. He was young, maybe in his early twenties, with a full head of black, uncombed hair. He kept on talking about the area, hooking one foot up on the chair in front of her and hitching his Levi's into his crotch. Kathy saw his cock pressing against the faded blue material and felt her heart skipping a beat. His prick was so big, so very long and thick! Her cunt was doing all kinds of crazy things right now. What would it be like to feel something that long and thick squeezing through her pussylips? Would he take a long time getting his cock in? Some of the girls said their boyfriends drove them crazy when they put their pricks in real slow. Kathy shook her head, spilling some of the hot coffee on her lap.
"Want a rag?"
"No, that's all right," she said in a low, throaty voice.
She took another sip of the coffee, feeling her composure snapping again as she stared at those piercing eyes. There were subtle hints in them, hints she couldn't understand yet. For a moment Kathy wanted to rush away into the howling storm outside. But she remained, feel-ing strangely tired now.
"Something wrong?" Jack was tensing his arms, watching with growing interest as Kathy put down her coffee and rubbed her forehead with her fingertips. How her flesh seemed to burn. And a thickening fatigue seemed to be spreading through her mind. What on earth could be happening? Turning, she saw Jan had fallen asleep! Flashing a quick look at Jack, she shook her sister lightly.
"Jan?"
The girl's head rolled around her shoulders. There was nothing, not even a grunt, nothing except the sound of steady, even breathing. She'd been drugged! The thought made Kathy's heart skip a beat. Pushing one hand down beside her ass, Kathy tried getting to her feet. But it was as if her muscles were paralyzed. She fell back to the sofa, her head spinning dizzyingly around. A buzzing sound seemed to take over her brain.
"Just relax, baby. You can't fight it, Jack said.
His voice echoed in her head. She tried again to get up, slid forward on the couch, then tumbled headlong onto the floor. Sprawled at her sister's feet, Kathy crawled along the carpet, digging her fingernails into the moldy carpeting for traction. Jack was laughing at her, nudging her rib cage with the toe of one boot as she shivered and tried making her way to the door. It was useless! The room spun around and around in her head, finally crash-ing down onto her as Jack rolled her onto her ass with his boot.
What strange, erotic dreams Kathy had during her blackout. There were shadows chasing her, all of them men, all of them with long, thick cocks. She could see their pricks bobbing up and down, swinging as the men ran after her. It was so hard to run! Her muscles ached and strained with the effort. But, all the time, her cunt burned and itched. She wanted those men as much as she feared them. Then one man outran all the others, stretching out his hand and grabbing her roughly around the arm. When he spun her around, she could see he was Jack! His eyes were still laughing at her, his cock brushing up against her pussy while his fingers bruised her upper arms. It was impossible to struggle against him. He slapped her, shoving her to the ground, then throwing himself atop her.
At that point, Kathy found herself floating to the surface of consciousness. She moved one leg up, finding her knee brushing up against something wooden. Wood all around her. Forcing herself awake, the teen realized she had been stripped naked. In a second, Kathy saw she had been imprisoned in a wooden box of some sort, like a mummy case. She could hardly breathe inside, her breaths pumping back against her cheeks every time she exhaled!
"Oh God!"
She was standing straight up, her shoulders and tits touching the splintery wood. Kathy flushed red in the awful privacy of that case. He had seen her. Jack had taken off her clothes, touched her all over before putting her into this horrid box. Jan! What had become of her sister?
"Hey, you awake?" Jack was hammering his fists against the wooden box, making ears ring with the banging sounds.
"Why are you doing this to me? Lemme go!
Oh God lemme go!"
There was that mocking laugh again. Then there was no sound. Fear gripped her, making her heart pound so hard Kathy was sure it would .tear right through her rib cage. Had he raped her while she was unconscious? There didn't seem to be any change of feeling down there in her cunt. That same vague itchiness was there now, although somewhat subdued by her growing terror
A faint scraping sound brought her around. It was then that the girl realized there were small round openings all around the case. Jack was pushing something in. Blinking, Kathy could see small round dots of light seeping in.
"Wh ... . what are you doing to me? What are you.
Kathy stopped short, feeling something very sharp and pointed touching her throat. A needle! Her eyes widening, the terrified blonde teen snapped her head back, banging it against the strong wood behind her. Jack was twisting the needle. She coughed, closing her eyes and wondering if he were going to kill her. Sweat broke out all over her body, trickling down her tits and nipples. The needle withdrew.
"Thank God." Kathy felt herself sagging. Surely she would have fallen to the floor in a faint if she could have moved. But the case kept her standing up, her knees pressed hard against the front panel. There was another scraping sound!
Her body shivered hard against the box, her fingers curling until the nails bit hard into her sweaty palms. The second needle slipped in, advancing toward her nipples. Again Kathy tried jerking her body back against the rear panel. But of course there was no room for movement. There was the feeling of a hot pin-prick just below her right nipple.
"OwwwwwW!" Kathy screamed loudly, clenching her eyes shut. Her face bunched up and reddened as the pain around her nipple increased horribly. No one had ever done anything like this to her before.
"Oh no, stop this! Stop this!" Kathy screamed, the needle threatening to puncture her nipple's flesh. Again and again the frightened teen pounded her fists as best she could against the wood. The sound of her hammer-ing resounded like cannon shots in the tight-fitting mummy case. The needle lingered for another moment, twisting around, pricking her flesh until Kathy was sure she would feel blood. Then it went away, sliding from the case. The girl sighed with relief, licking her dry lips
A third needle, this one screwing into a hole somewhere behind her. Kathy felt a small rush of cool damp air against her right asscheek. She set her jaw, her teeth grinding against each other as the pinpoint nicked her assflesh. Her knees flew forward, hammering against the front panel of the case. Snapping her head back, Kathy let out another cry of horrified disbelief and pain. A fourth needle slipped in, pinching her other asscheek. Jack was twisting them with both hands, drilling the points into her flesh. The girl could feel her skin pucker-ing inward, resisting the needles but threaten-ing to break at the slightest increase of pressure. She held her breath, a scream caught in her throat.
Jack was sliding the needles back and forth, back and forth, a kind of fucking rhythm. The thought of fucking here and now made her clit twitch once more. Something was happening to her, something the girl couldn't understand.
Kathy wrinkled up her forehead, confused at the mix of feelings she had now. Fear and fucking. Terror and sex. They were somehow combined to form a sensation far more power-ful than the separate components. It was so complicated, so strange for her
Jack must have moved around to the front of the case. Another needle twisted in some-where below her belly button. Kathy arched her feet, her toes aching from the position she was in. Perspiration trickled over her high-riding tits and down her sides as the sound continued.
Oh, God, he was going to pierce her cunt with those things! Kathy yowled, hammering her fists once more against the case so hard she was sure the wood would splinter under her hysterical attack. Two of the pins slipped for-ward, digging into her swollen cuntflesh and making her spine curl forward in reaction. Again and again the little blonde teen threw her head back, striking the rear panel of wood. The needles were pricking her outer pussylips mercilessly. What was worse was the excite-ment they drew from her as well as the fear. This searing, dizzying agony made her body shake violently.
"Oh stop this! Stop owwwwww!" the girl bawled, feeling for certain she and her sister had entered into the halls of hell!
Kathy thought she would faint. She prayed she would lose consciousness as the needles continued to stab at her juicy cunt. She shouted, tears streaking her flushed cheeks while Jack continued to push the sharp weapons against her pussy. Finally, when the teen thought she would lose complete control, the needles withdrew as quickly as they had entered. Kathy murmured a prayer of thanks, leaning heavily on the front panel. There were sounds of latches being unfastened. The mummy case opened suddenly and a burst of cool damp air washed against her flesh. Jack caught her as she tumbled forward, her hair falling over her face.
"Oh God," she murmured, her hands press-ing against his massive chest.
"God ain't here. He ain't never gonna be here, honey. When we get through with you and your fuckin' sister, you ain't gonna know no god but us."
Kathy weakly twisted against him. She was stark naked and this man was pawing her!
She felt his callused hands smoothing over her body, pinching the white, supple flesh around her thighs. There was nothing she could do about this. He was dragging her away from that awful case. For that, the girl was grateful. Her legs twisted together, her knees knocking against one another while she struggled for balance. Shaking loose hair from her eyes, Kathy looked around. They were below ground, she thought. The stone walls were so damp they glistened while a wet chilliness hung in the air. The room reminded her of those stories of medieval castles. Strange black iron objects hung on the wall, hideous-looking things that made the girl shrink inside.
"You a virgin?"
"Y-y-yes," she stammered, feeling her heart contract coldly at the question.
"Too bad. lt's gonna hurt for a while. Maybe we can do something to make you feel better about it, though," Jack said thought-fully.
He dragged her farther into the room, her toes scraping along the bricked floor painfully. Again Kathy tried struggling to her feet. But Jack's arm wrapped tightly around her waist kept her from regaining her balance. Suddenly the blonde teen felt her knees strike a solid object in front of her. Twisting her head around, she saw it was a rack. It was one of those stretching racks the Catholic Church used during the Inquisition, the teen guessed, to extract confessions from prisoners. Kathy stared dumbly at the instrument of torture, then rolled her eyes up to Jack. He was smiling cruelly, his eyes narrowing while a slight tremble of the lip let her know he was growing more and more excited over her terror.
"You know what this is, baby? You know what it's used for?"
He shifted his holding position, rolling her around until her asscheeks flattened against one edge of the rack. Kathy drew both hands up to her tits, covering her nipples while folding one leg over the other to try to hide her cunt. She shivered with embarrassment and fear as Jack continued to talk.
"They used to use it a while ago to stretch folks out. Pretty damned painful, I'm told. Lots of people just didn't make it."
Kathy shivered again, trying to stand up from the rack. Jack shoved her back down, his hands gripping her by the shoulders.
"Just lay down, baby. Lay down if you don't wanna get smacked real hard."
Kathy watched him, her heart beating crazi-ly as she did as she was instructed. She stretch-ed herself on the surface of the wooden rack, her shoulders aching from the cold hardness of the top. Jack busied himself around her legs first, strapping worn leather thongs around both ankles, then tightening the metal buckles so hard the teen winced from the pressure.
"Oh, you're hurting me!" she cried, her face bunching up in pain.
"That ain't nothin'," Jack retorted, smothering a wicked laugh.
He moved to the head of the rack, pushing Kathy down roughly once more, then telling her to stretch her arms high above her head. Whimpering, the girl did as she was told, pressing her knuckles against the splintery wood table. Kathy felt the restraints attached to her wrists, then pulled back until the tendons in her upper arms stretched against her flesh. She was completely helpless, bound to that awful contraption. Tilting her head back a little farther, she watched as Jack knelt down, inspecting several gears under the table's surface. The big man leaned forward, one hand dropped down to a scuffed wooden handle protruding from the right side of the rack. He nearly pressed his face against hers, his fingers tightening around the handle.
"Now you're gonna feel what lots of folks before you put up with on this thing."
The rack shuddered. Kathy blinked, shifting her asscheeks against the rough, splintery surface of the table top. Gears were grinding and squeaking under her. And the thongs were pulling her wrists and ankles in opposing direc-tions! The table was lengthening, tugging at her body, pulling at her spine. Kathy's jaw opened for a scream. But only a rush of air escaped over her front teeth. She snapped her head up, only to smash it down against the rack's surface.
"Owwwwwwwwww!"
Jack stopped for a moment, locking the gears in place. Kathy shivered at his touch as he brushed her tits with his fingers.
"Nice tits, baby. Any guy at your school ever tell you that? You got one hell of a nice pair of tits."
Jack dropped his face, opening his mouth and engulfing one red nipple. Kathy shut her eyes in disgrace, wishing she were dead. Stretched on this awful thing, a throbbing pain getting worse in her arms and legs, the girl now had to suffer the humiliation of this man touching her. She groaned as she felt his teeth nibbling at her hard tit tips. He was tickling the tops of her tit with his tongue too, sucking with his lips, then chewing down with those large square teeth until Kathy arched her spine and let out with a high-pitched shriek.
"That's it, baby!" Jack cried excitedly, sliding both hands around her hips and press ing in with his fingertips. He was pinching her thighs, slapping her sides while biting down on her nipples even harder than before. "That's it, keep on screamin', as if that'll do you any good. Ain't no one around, `cept your sister, who's gonna hear you. But keep it up!"
Again Kathy screamed as Jack bit down on her other nipple. He sucked hard, bit, then. sucked hard again, laying the half-inch long nub with his tongue. She shuddered and moaned, turning her head away, blinking away the hot salty tears while Jack worked on her thirty-four-inch tits.
"We'll try again."
Pulling away, the big stud wiped his mouth with the back of one hand, then dropped his fingers to the handle once more. The gears unlocked and began squeaking against one another again. Kathy ground her teeth together feeling her muscles and tendons stretch. The throbbing pain turned into a pulsing agony. Her feet bent downward as the leather thongs chewed into her ankles. Again the boards under her began moving, pulling at her body in opposite directions. The girl thought she could hear her bones separating. Her knees rattled while she begged with all her strength for Jack to let her go.
"Oh no, don't! Eaghghghghhhhhh! Oh, you're going to kill me with . . . ughghghhgh with this!"
He laughed, turning the handle again, making the gears grind against one another. Kathy's mind reeled, the pain bleaching all thoughts from her except the excruciating pain scorching through her body right now. She jerked her head from right to left, the blonde hairs plastered to her dampened cheeks and forehead. She heard something cracking. Was that a bone, or just a piece of the rack? Jack cursed, hitting the gears with his fist.
"Damned old piece of shit ain't workin' right. Well, that's all right."
There were more rumbling sounds. The hard tension of the thongs around her ankles and wrists eased, then finally stopped altogether. Kathy sighed, closing her eyes and nearly breaking out into hysterical laughter with the relief. She moved her arms and legs tentatively and found some freedom of movement. What-ever had happened had saved her from the agony of more stretching.
"It ain't over yet."
Jack could read her mind. Lifting her head from the rack slightly, Kathy tried peering through the darkness surrounding them. Only a dim yellow bulb illuminated the area immediately around them.
"You're gonna meet your new boyfriend pretty fuckin' soon," Jack said, vanishing into the darkness.
Jack emerged from the darkness, unwrapping a long tapered iron at least three feet long and one inch wide. The handle was hard leather, ribbed to fit easily in a man's hand. At the tip was a grooved disc at least one inch thick. Perspiration dotted her forehead all over again as Kathy stared wild-eyed at the weapon. it was one of those things she'd seen hanging on the wall when he'd dragged her from that awful mummy case.
"It's like a cockhead . . . a dildo," Jack explained, running one hand over the cold surface.
The words made her flush red. In spite of what he'd done to her so far, she still could feel shame at the dirty words he'd flung at her.
"I'm gonna drive this thing up your cunt right up to the handle," Jack laughed, tapping her right big toe with the cold disc. "Gonna pop your cherry with this mother, baby."
Kathy blinked her eyes in disbelief. Surely he had to be joking. He wouldn't stick that rod up her pussy!
"No, oh no. . ."
Jack was savoring her terror, laughing at her fright~ as he kept sliding the dildo lovingly over her thighs. She flinched at the touch of the cold iron, drawing back as best she could while the thongs still held her firmly to the rack's surface.
"And I think you're gonna like it. I bet you're hot even now," he said, drawing the dildo up to her chest. Jack moved it up to her tits, hefting one of her boobs up toward her chin. "That nipple. Looks like it's gonna explode. `Course, I been suckin' on it for a while. Maybe that's why."
Jack hefted the iron up again, swinging it from left to right as if to test its weight. The sound of the rod wooshing through the air made Kathy weak with terror. She wanted to faint. But something kept her conscious. She moaned and turned away.
"I won't hurt you. . . too much," Jack sneered.
He was smoothing the back of one hand over her cuntal thicket now, pressing his knuckles against her swollen flesh until juice seeped from her crooked pussy crack. Jack raised his eyebrows, his sensuous mouth curl-ing with amusement. Kathy could have died from shame! He was toying with her, rubbing his fingers over her pussy, drawing juice from her hot little hole. And there was nothing she could do to stop the rising excitement. Then, twisting his hand around, h‡ grabbed a hand-ful of her blonde silky cunthairs and yanked them from the roots.
"Eaghghghghh&~" it was as if someone had pricked her pussy with a dozen hot needles! Kathy squeezed her asscheeks together, jerking her thighs up so hard her tits slapped together, then letting them fall back down again with a wet, smack-ing sound. She breathed with short, labored pants, her eyes wide and watching.
"No, no, no!"
Her negative pleas came in breathless moans as Jack forced her outer cuntlips apart and shoved the disc in. Kathy snapped her head back and let out another shout as the cold iron kissed her hot cuntflesh. No one had ever touched her down there! This maniac was raping her with the iron rod! Kathy tried draw-ing her knees together, but the worn leather thongs held firm, pulling against her ankles and keeping her from moving very much on the rack. Her body shivered as more sweat oozed from her pores and glistened on her white flesh. Jack was twisting the rod around now as if it were a screwdriver, just as he had twisted those needles before.
Kathy felt her cunt slowly filling with that hideous iron rod. He pushed in harder. She screamed, the cords sticking from her neck while diamonds of spittle dotted her purple lips. Her nostrils flared while she worked her fingers mindlessly against the thongs cutting her wrists. Jack kept the disc inside at the same depth for a while, giving it little jerks now and then which resulted in gasping groans from the helpless blonde.
He raised the handle, rubbing the rough iron surface against her clit. Kathy thought some-one had touched her with a live wire. Her body tensed, the muscles hardening and bulging against her damp flesh. Her knees shivered while her asscheeks tensed, relaxed, then tensed again in a milking motion. The girl could feel her velvety cunt walls buckling in from arousal while her pussy muscles cramped down shut on thin air. An air bubble escaped from her pussy, popping through the flowing fuck juices that oozed into her asscrack. Again the girl screamed. But this time the shout wasn't totally in response to pain and humilia-tion
"Take it." Jack rammed the thing in, press-ing the disc hard against her cherry. Kathy's eyes bulged, her nostrils flaring even more while her cheeks puffed out. She was blowing out air rapidly, her teeth chattering from the pressure and pain between her legs.
"No, oh no, no, no!"
Kathy rolled her head from side to side, bit-ter tears leaking from her eyes. She could feel the small wall of her cherry tearing from its footing under the relentless attack of the iron rod. Jack was grunting, sweat streaking his flesh as he twisted the dildo a little more and leaned down hard. Kathy's body snapped against the leather restraints again.
He'd done it. In one second Jack pushed the iron dildo through, piercing her cherry, driv-ing the weapon all the way into her cunt. Kathy screamed and shouted madly, her bones rattling at the awful pain. Again and again Jack fucked the rod in, twisting it up, pressing the iron against her clit and making her shiver with pain.
"Yeah, that's it, that's it, baby, that's it little girl," he panted, pulling the dildo slowly from her cunt.
Kathy whimpered, biting down on her lower lip. Raped! Her cherry torn from her. And by what? That awful rod! There had been no lover, no tender words, no reassuring caresses from a man who would take away her inno-cence. No. There was nothing but this rack, the leather holding her to it, the rod, and this maniac torturing her until she nearly fainted from pain.
"Yeah, a real virgin. At your age most of the girls have been fucked pretty often. You're somethin' special. Wonder if your sister's cherry. I'll find out soon enough," he muttered.
Her eyes fixed on him.
"You heard that simple pleasures are the best, right, baby? That's all I'm gonna ask from you. Just the simple shit."
He picked up the iron once more, leaning it against the rack. Again Jack disappeared in the gloom surrounding them. Through a cracked, dirty window nearby, Kathy could hear the storm raging outside. There were sounds of heavy scraping over the bricked floor. Kathy raised her head once more and saw him pulling a large object toward her. On closer examination Kathy saw it was a large Coleman stove atop a small bench. Jack moved it to within four feet of the rack, stopped, then turned and switched on the gas. She could hear the gentle hissing from the jets. A struck match, a bright glow, then the bluish light coming from the Coleman. Jack took the iron and raised it, sliding the tip over the flame.
"Oh no, no, no. . ."
Kathy tugged at the thongs again, suspecting what he was going to do to her. Branding! She was afraid to speak, even to think of what was going through her rattled mind. The terrified girl watched as Jack paced, waiting for the iron to heat sufficiently. He cracked his knuckles, glancing at her from time to time to check on her growing discomfort. Licking his lips, Jack peered down at the poker, watching the tip reddening.
It was a nightmare, a horror she would awaken from. This couldn't be happening to her. People weren't like this, hurting other people this way. The Nazis had left the earth nearly forty years ago! People were more educated, more compassionate, more.
"It's ready."
The simple words were like whip cracks to her. Kathy whimpered, watching as he dropped one hand and lifted the iron to examine the tip.
"Yes," he hissed.
The tip was dark red. The shaft closest to the disc was white while the rest was an ashen gray.
"No!"
Her cry bounced off the wall unnoticed.
"Please, I'll do anything, anything."
Her head shivered. The spasms passed down her narrow shoulders, her tits drawing up. The peaks were still stiff and glowing from the sucking and biting. She clawed her fingers against the rack's top, not believing he was going to hurt her with that thing, and yet pre-paring herself for the burning agony as best she could.
"Sure you will . . . especially after this,"
Jack said, raising the poker above the hissing Coleman and moving it over her nipples.
Kathy watched the glowing tip as slowly it descended toward her tits.