Chapter 10
They had drawn Ellen out from the fruit cellar Gus had pitched her into. Now strapped to the wall opposite her mother, the girl stared down at Nancy, her eyes wide and disbelieving as she looked at the thongs holding her mother's arms and legs captive, at the rings distending her tits and holding her cuntlips wide apart. It was all the teenager could do to keep from screaming out her sorrow.
Nancy looked at her daughter and silently ordered her not to say a word. She turned away, unable to bear the sight of Ellen naked like that, her arms stretched out and held against the wall with those horrid brown leather cuffs. Would the youngster be next? After they tired of Nancy, would her daughter be the next victim here? The thought made her sick with worry as she watched and waited.
There! Behind Gus. She now saw what had been blocked. It was a bowl, a large black metal thing on a tripod. Just below, there was a big blue flame heating the bottom, the fire kept alive by a large can of Sterno. That was what she had smelled before... before Gus had fucked her mindless with the poker. But where was that rod now? She raised her head from the table and scanned the floor as much as she could. Not seeing the weapon made her nervous.
It was then she heard a scraping sound. Directing her attention toward the big bowl, she saw Hal reaching in and grabbing something. The iron! Only this time it was red hot. He stirred it around, sparks scattering upward.
Nancy shivered, he head wobbling as she stared wildly at the men. She felt her mind snapping. She was tied up, helpless, degraded in front of her daughter again. The thought drove her wild. She started to laugh hysterically, jerking against the bonds stretching her arms and legs.
Gus started to laugh, his belly rising and falling while Hal still checked the coals. And in the bowl, the coals crackled and hissed, the sparks dancing and fluttering toward the ceiling.
Ellen cried out, telling her mother to be calm while Hal kept stirring those awful coals. In a moment he raised the branding iron, examining the disc-shaped tip.
"Yes," he hissed, looking at Gus, then at the helpless woman stretched on the rack. "You want first crack at her?"
Gus shrugged then grinned, taking the iron from his buddy.
"This is the reminder I talked to you about," Gus said thickly, his fingers tightening around the handle of the branding iron.
Nancy let out a whimper, struggling weakly against the bonds as she stared at the glowing thing bobbing inches from her. The tip was a dark red, while the shaft closest to the disc was white. The rest was a dull gray, colors that burned into her mind as she fought against the restraints. They were going to brand her! God in heaven, they were going to char her flesh with that thing!
"Please, I'll do anything, anything!" Nancy shuddered. The spasms passed down her shoulders, making her nipples stiff and throbbing against the shaking metal rings.
"Sure, you will. But you're not really frightened. I can see you're just waiting for this thing. You're hot, hot for more shit to go down on you. That's just what you and that little slut up against the wall like," Gus said. "No, no... "
"We'd make a good pair... husband and wife, you know," Gus said, starting to lower the glowing iron toward her flesh.
Nancy panted through her flared nostrils, every nerve ending in her body alive to the slightest stimulation. Every sound made her jump as she watched the glowing disc come closer and closer to her body.
Gus watched her like a hawk watching his prey, lowering the iron until the rounded bottom of the disc barely touched the trembling flesh just above her left knee. The heat of the thing grew slowly. She could smell the pungent aroma of her fine body hairs burning under the intense heat. The glowing iron reddened her skin. She writhed against the strong bonds, a little sob escaping from her clenched lips.
Nancy looked from the iron to the big man's face. His eyes were glittering while he licked his lips. Then Gus let the iron drop a little more heavily against her flesh, moving it up, up along the line of one tendon. Nancy strained to be silent. But the line of pain moved closer to her cunt. With a whispering crackle, the first few curly blonde hairs on her cuntlips burned down. The smell of singeing hair was added to the smell of the coals and burning Sterno. The pain was growing more and more intense. The heat felt like a dozen blazing coals at the side of her cuntal slit. With a tearing pain in her throat, her breath went out, dragging a moan with it. Nancy felt her eyes burn with salty tears.
"Ohhhh!" the woman cried.
"Leave my mother alone!"
"Shut up, or you'll be the next on here!" Gus barked back at Ellen.
Gus threw the branding iron back into the bowl, stirring it around a little more. Nancy sank back against the rack, feeling the relief of a temporary respite. When she heard that awful scraping sound again, the woman tensed, jerking her head up just in time to see the big man bringing the iron back. This time, there was no foreplay. He lowered the iron quickly, the heat warming her knees.
"Aggghhhh!"
Once more Ellen felt every nerve alive, expectant. The glowing-hot iron moved between her thighs, barely touching the bulging, quivering muscles. The scalding heat singed her tender flesh. Her blonde cunt-hairs shriveled, smoldering down to her cunt mound. The bitter stench of the burned pussy hair and dried cunt juice filled the air with nauseating perfume.
The smell seemed to arouse both Gus and Hal. Gus's hand was shaking, the branding iron bobbing while his cock jutted against the front of his Levi's.
"No, no... " A thousand scalding coals seemed to spray into Nancy's cunt. She could feel the thing already destroying her.
Oh, God, that was what she wanted secretly. At last, the dark force that had been guiding her revealed itself-a desire to be fucked to death, to be tortured-just as long as her final sensation would be the biggest, most powerful orgasm ever experienced in the world! This man could do that for her, she thought insanely as she rutted in front of him.
"Man, she wants it! She really wants it!" Gus cried out.
"No! No, that's not true!" Ellen screamed, unable to watch her mother's obscene gyrations any longer.
"Then give it to her, man!" Hal rasped.
Gus dropped the red-hot disc on her thigh, watching as white smoke curled from the burned flesh and the room was filled with hissing. Nancy felt the ice cold, then sensed the burning heat that threatened to blow off the top of her head. She screamed and screamed, her body taut against the restraints while her legs shivered against the onslaught.
At the same time, her clit burst. The inferno burning her thigh curled into her cunt as well, finding her clit and teasing it to the bursting point. She screamed for mercy as the relentless pain went on and on.
When Gus finally threw away the poker, the thing had made its mark, burned there to stay forever on her flesh.
"Now, the daughter," Hal said as Gus licked his lips, pulling down his pants.
"No, not Ellen!" Nancy cried.
The teenager screamed, too, twisting against the bonds. But Hal was already stirring the coals with the branding iron, getting the disc hot once again while Gus unzipped his pants, kicked them off, then ripped off his white cotton T-shirt. Ellen's cries somehow slipped to the back of Nancy's mind as she saw his prick growing, pointing at her, the foreskin peeling back, the cockhead growing darker.
Gus was on Nancy in a moment, easing his fucker in, separating the drenched cunt folds, and searching out her clit. He was taking his time, relishing the feel of her pussy against his balls, knowing that moments ago he had branded her like a helpless sheep.
Nancy tossed her head from side to side, her eyes shut, her tongue darting along her dry lower lip. Her mouth was like cotton and her armpits were sweaty. How her cunt and shitter muscles pulsed! The woman wanted to cry out, but she couldn't get the air in her lungs. All that came out was a husky panting. Her wrists and ankles burned as she strained to be free.
"Gonna fuck you, baby, fuck you good!"
She moved her hips as much as she could, swallowing up Gus's prick while Hal pulled the poker out from behind her, chuckled as he peered down at the fucking couple, then meandered over to the screaming teenager. Ellen stood against the wall, flattening herself against the cinderblocks while her mother fucked her brains out on the rack.
Nancy whimpered with frustration, wanting it all. Her nerves tingled while vibrations shot off in her cunt. In a moment, she could hear her daughter shrieking, one wail higher than the other, interspersed with Hal's cruel laughter. She knew Ellen was being branded as she had been, her flesh cruelly burned by the awful red-hot disc while her mother was rutting like this. But the woman couldn't help herself. One orgasm after another came. Her pussy was like a volcano that set her belly knotting and writhing in short, rapid jerks while her ass tightened against the harsh bench under her. Gus was drilling into her soul, dredging up lusts that were forbidden to her.
"Uhhhhh!" the man gasped.
Gus was cumming, cumming hard.
It would soon be over. But even after he shot his cum-load into her cunt, his prick stayed hard. After slowing to catch his breath, he started up again, increasing the speed of his fucking. And this time, the burrowing, driving force inundated her cunt with an even greater climax.
Nancy felt herself going mad with fuck-lust, insane with delight of cumming without end. It was more than she could endure. The woman screamed, her cries again mixing with the pained shrieks of her branded daughter behind her.
When Gus was through, Hal had already toss ed the smoking branding iron back into the bowl. Ellen was weeping, dangling from the wall, her head drooping. A large smoking red mark glowed on her thigh.
The men were right. There would be a reminder there, something that would tell the women that Gus and Hal were still out there, still ready to pounce on them in case their resolve to back out of testifying faltered.
"That's enough, man. These bitches are gonna tire me all the way out," Gus said, passing one hand over his forehead and mopping up the sweat.
"Yeah, back home for both of you. And remember," Hal said, pointing a warning finger at Nancy as his buddy loosened the cuffs around her wrists, "you say one word, anything to the cops about what you saw, and this ain't nothin' compared to what we can do."
Nancy could hardly move, every muscle in her body seeming to throb with agony after Gus had pulled the leather thongs from her ankles. It would be weeks, she thought, before any of these marks disappeared. And as for the branded spot that throbbed nauseatingly on her thigh... well, that would be her reminder, her string around the finger.
A dull thud behind her caught her attention. Hal had opened the cuffs and let Ellen fall to the floor in a heap.
"Ellen!"
Nancy found the strength to swing her legs from the rack and rush to her daughter's side. She knelt on the floor, holding Ellen in her arms, feeling tears of indignation and fear in her eyes. These men! They had done such ghastly things to her and her daughter. She would show them! She would...
The stinging sensation on her thighs abruptly reminded her of the ugly realities of her situation. She would remain quiet, not say a word.
Those bastards had won, damn them!
"Mother, can we go home?"
"Yes, dear... home."
But home, she thought, would never be the same again. Always, there would be Gus and Hal lurking in the shadows. And they might descend on the women without warning, for no reason at all. Nancy shivered, unaware that the corners of her lips were curving up slightly at that prospect.