Chapter 9
"Uhhhh... huhhhhghhfh!"
The rack was stretching her arms to the tearing point, she thought, feeling her joints aching while the straps cut bitterly into her ankles and wrists. She rolled her head from side to side, her long blonde hair sticking uncomfortably to her sweaty throat and shoulders.
Gus was cranking the ratchet clockwise, moving the bottom half of the rack outward. The straps around her ankles were pulling her legs down, stretching her body while the cuffs around her wrists held her torso firmly on the upper half of the table. Nancy whimpered, the pulling sensation through her body hurting terribly. He was stretching her, pulling her body apart! Another turn, and a terrible throbbing ache rattled through her body. Nancy let out another howl, banging the back of her skull against the rack. She hadn't recovered from the electrocution yet-and now this animal, this horrid beast of a man was almost tearing her body in half with this stretching rack.
"God no, no, no!" she cried.
Gus stopped, fixing the ratchet in a downward position, then moving up to the trembling, stretched woman. He pushed his face against hers, stroking her nipples, leering down at her.
"You gonna talk to the cops?"
"N-n-n-no. I swear it! I swear it! I promise I won't say a word," Nancy said, fighting back the desire to spit in his face.
"If you do, we'll find you-and we'll do even more to you and that little whore you call your daughter. Understand?"
Nancy nodded her head rapidly, breathless with joy. Could this be it? Could it be the end of her ordeal? She could almost feel the fresh air on her arms and face as she writhed there on the rack, the splintery wood pricking her bare ass and lower back.
"Gotta make sure you got some memory of all this before I let you go."
Memory? Hadn't what they'd done to her and Ellen been enough to fill a thousand nightmares? They would awake screaming for years, she thought, blinking the tears away.
Oh, if only he would loosen the rack just a little! How the joints around her shoulders and knees ached from the tearing pain!
Gus disappeared for a moment, coming back into Nancy's limited vision holding strange objects. They were clamps, but there were no wires attached to them. Nancy felt she would have died if they had wired her once more to a generator.
"Ohhhhh!"
They were like very large earrings. Tugging her white thighs apart, he took the first one and slipped it over one of her cuntlips. Nancy felt her cunt labe being tugged from the center of her red, moist pussy gash as Gus started screwing the clamp tighter and tighter.
Nancy gritted her teeth. The pulling sensation was uncomfortable, making her arch her spine and rub her shoulder blades against the hard wood. Now he was tugging her other cuntlips to the side and starting to screw it against her left thigh. In a moment Nancy knew her cuntlips were split wide apart, so wide she thought a truck could drive through her pussy without any trouble.
Gus started attaching heavy rings to her nipples, screwing them down hard and tight. She clenched her fingers into fists, fighting back the desire to scream. These were as bad as those awful clamps that had sent electricity into her body. Finishing, Gus moved away and pulled out his lighter again, flicking it on, then bringing the flame down to the screw attached to her right cuntlip.
In a moment, Nancy started to feel warmth radiating out to her body, becoming particularly intense and concentrated on her cunt. The heat of the flame was transferred to the ring. In another moment, the hot metal was making her cunt sweat while the woman started twisting against the cuffs holding her to the rack.
"Ahhhhhh!"
It was like something biting her pussy hard, the teeth gnawing at her cunt flesh. It was all she could do to keep from fainting. The pain was horrible, like a knife jabbing into her pussy. She shivered, her body writhing like that of a snake while the ring glowed hotly against her cunt. Then Gus moved the fire over to the other ring, doing the same thing until both cuntlips seemed to be on fire. He moved the flame from one ring to the other, heating each up until they burned mercilessly into the woman's seared cunt flesh.
"No more! No more! Take it away! No more!" Nancy shrieked.
"No more? And it looked like you were just havin' fun," Gus said.
He kept heating up the rings and watching her red cuntmeat grow wetter by the second, pussy juice oozing out protectively to put out the raging fire around her cunt hole.
Just when Nancy felt the world blackening around her, the heat ebbed. Gus had slipped the lighter up to her nipples, letting the flame start to heat those rings. She remembered how the fire had felt against her nipples, and she trembled, her teeth chattering. Yes, there it was again-the horrid pain biting into her nipple! She felt the raw, red nipple throbbing agonizingly while the searing heat bit hard into her tit.
It was almost more than she could stand. Nancy cried out for mercy, jerking her head from side to side.
There was no sympathy here. Gus only laughed at her, moving the flame again from ring to ring, heating them up until the woman thought her tits were on fire.
Through the fruit cellar door, they could hear Ellen screaming and banging her body against the door, demanding mercy for her tortured mother. Her cries only added spice for Gus. During the last of this session he kept the fire held up against one ring, heating it until it glowed. Nancy's shrieks grew steadily more and more intense until her throat was raw from the yelling.
The world blackened again for Nancy, pain stabbing into her chest, then into her brain. She could take no more. Her body stiffened, then she fell limply against the rack. She had fainted, merciful blackness enveloping her mind as Gus swore under his breath and clipped the lighter shut...
When she awoke, Nancy felt a wave of disappointment flush over her. She almost wished she had died, or at least gone into a coma. Being awake meant being available for pain and torture. Slowly, the woman cracked her eyelids open, peering through her long lashes. At first she could see nothing, although she heard the sounds of movement all around her. Ellen wasn't out yet. The door remained shut. Nancy opened her eyes and saw Gus standing there to the right, his muscular body blocking something on a stand.
She could smell something, something burning, but right now couldn't put her finger on just what it was. Her curiosity dimmed, however, when she saw what the big stud was holding in one hand. It was a branding iron. The handle was wrapped in black leather, ribbed to fit a man's fingers. Her mind reeled at the possibilities of what that thing could be used for. Then it occurred to the woman that Gus was going to use it as a dildo, something to drive up into her cunt.
"No!"
"You seen enough?"
"No, no, you can't... can't be... " Nancy couldn't finish the sentence. Her mouth was dry. Licking her lips, she stared with rounded eyes at that monstrous thing inches from her. He was either going to brand her or fuck her.
"You're not all that put off, baby," he said, sliding the iron rod under one tit and hefting it from her body. "Your nipple's swellin' up against the clamps. You're just turnin' on to the whole thing, ain't you? Shit! If I'd have known that, I'd have taken that little slut outta the cellar and made her watch her old lady get down and get dirty."
Gus laughed derisively, letting the tit fall back heavily against her heaving chest.
"You... you... " Gus raised the branding iron, swinging it up and down to test its weight, and to frighten Nancy even more. He succeeded in both. The thing whooshed around, cutting through the I shadows like a blade.
Nancy felt the air blowing against her face as she struggled against the bonds, then watched it descend slowly toward her cunt. She felt the heavy metal weight against her pussylips. The j clamps were still attached to her cunt labes, holding them wide apart. Nancy struggled, biting down on her tongue, jerking her head up from the rack and staring at the big man. She could feel an odd, itchy pulse aching through her pussy, making more and more cunt juice flood from her fuck-hole. She was betraying herself. Her own body was her worst enemy! The more he hurt her, the more she was turning on to it.
She shivered and moaned, turning her face away from that animal towering over her. Ohhhh, how cold that metal was against her moist, hot cuntmeat! The contrast made the tiny muscles cramp, trying to tug the stretched cunt labes back over her cunt hole. That strain added to the pain throbbing through her pussy as she wriggled her ass against the rack's uneven wooden surface. Again, she could hear her daughter scream.
"I won't hurt you too much," Gus said with a filthy chortle.
With his free hand, Gus grabbed a fistful of cunt hair and pulled, watching as more juice oozed from her pussy slit. He laughed, then let go, pushing the disc at the end of the rod in. Nancy screamed, shutting her eyes tightly while arching her spine as much as she could. The veins stood out in her neck while droplets of sweat broke out on her forehead. She screamed again when he twisted the thing around and around inside her cunt, making her thighs ridge.
It was worse, far worse than anything she had endured in her pussy up to them! The metal rings, the iron poker, everything was making her body ache against the straps pulling at her arms and legs! Her cries mixed with the muffled shrieks of her daughter, filling the room with an odd cacophony of sound while the big man continued to shove the poker in deeper. Again Nancy screamed, her shoulders hammering against the rack.
But this time, the shriek was filled with something more than agony. Gus was ramming that thing in, twisting and twisting it, rodding her pussy until she felt herself cumming against the fucking branding iron. It was horrid, insane, something she had not expected. She was climaxing with that steel dildo tearing through her cunt! And still it sank in deeper, fucking her, gutting a new path into the tumid muscular cuntmeat. The disc moved back somewhat, raking her clit.
She screamed again, another orgasm flushing from her cunt and spreading to all parts of her body. Nancy felt herself become all cunt-hot, wet, milking under the terrible rape. It was a final fuck. Oh Lord, it was wonderful! She wept with fear and hate and pleasure, tightening her pussy as much as she could against the brutal rape. Explosions went off in her pussy again, echoing all through her body. Each explosion built to a higher and higher pitch, a more satisfying climax. And still Gus twisted the iron, and still she came.
Then suddenly the branding iron was gone, slipped from her convulsing fuck-hole. Nancy cursed, looking through lust-glazed eyes to find Hal back in the basement, a little drunker than before. The men were talking quietly and laughing as she lay there panting, wondering what they were going to do to her next.