Chapter 3
"Her old lady's gonna come runnin' once we start tellin' her what's goin' on with her daughter," the blond said with a laugh, opening one clamp and letting the sharp teeth bite into Ellen's nipple.
Ellen threw back her head, letting out a cry at the biting sensation against her sensitive nipple.
"We'll call 'er up... once we get this little bitch goin'. That's gonna work her up."
"Yeah, she's gonna think twice about putting the screws to Gus and Hal."
Gus attached the second clamp, twisting it around on the sensitive nub until Ellen thought he was going to tear the nipple from her tit. She sobbed, feeling the weight of the rusty steel clamps and their black rubber wires tugging at her tits. Gus took another wire, this one silver, stiffer than the others, and brought it around her thighs, slipping it into her shitter. Ellen winced, remembering the sensation she had felt when he had fucked her ass with his fingers, creating such delicious, forbidden sensations. Now she felt only the cold metal rubbing against her ass wall threateningly.
When Hal moved around to her cunt, opening the clamps and slipping them around her cuntlips, she let out another cry, nearly forgetting the cuffs binding her wrists to her ankles. The metal slipped along her cum-smeared outer pussylips, moving down to her clit.
"Now, you'll see just what can happen, baby. And your old lady's gonna hear it too."
Hal produced a small tape recorder, switching it on and placing it next to the dangling girl. At the same time, Gus threw the switch, standing by while the machine hummed and the needles inside the glass jumped silently. Instantly, Ellen felt the pulse biting into her tits, her cunt, her ass. She squirmed, her body swinging from the overhead restraints while the wires jiggled together.
"She's liking it," Gus said with a grin. "Like the little whore she is," Hal agreed, tugging at the wires and distending her nipples. "Ohhhhh!"
Ellen tried not to move too much. The cuffs were pulling her arms painfully back. Each time she swung, she thought she could feel something in her shoulder pop. But the pulsing current shooting up her ass made her thighs twitch and wriggle. Her spine ached as her tits itched maddeningly against the nibbling clamps. Ellen licked her lips, staring dully at the machine while the men laughed at her bondage.
Another notch higher! She felt the intensity of the electricity bite harder into her body, her clit starting to stand up erect from the surrounding moist pink pussy flesh while her asshole winked shut against the invading steel wire. Her belly turned flip-flops while her tits jiggled invitingly against her chest. The jolts were raising goose bumps while Ellen ground her teeth, waiting for the full force she was sure would come. Glancing down, she saw the tiny wheels turning around and around in the tape recorder.
No! She would remain silent. She wouldn't help these men torment her mother.
Again, another notch! It was all the girl could do to keep silent. She started to shiver, her cunt and tits aching. How her pussy was itching while the current continued to tease her clit and nipples. Her ass was so clogged with that wire. Ellen could feel her bowels starting to move, and she did all she could do to keep from shitting. When the current moved up yet another notch, the girl jerked and bit down hard on her tongue. Spit frothed from the corners of her mouth while her eyes started to roll about in her head. It felt as if small teeth were biting into her tits and cunt and asshole while strange, not-too-painful sensations raced through her.
Ellen felt her head starting to throb. The current was mysteriously taking away the pulling, tearing ache of the cuffs from her shoulders, thighs and hips, creating its own intensity, its own necessity. Her tits jumped when Gus turned the dial up a little more, her nipples becoming swollen while the muscles knotted in her belly, and her cuntlips felt terribly raw. Against her will, Ellen let out a groan, a sound she was certain the recorder picked up.
"Yeah, baby, yeah! That's the way, that's the way your old lady's gonna wear hear it."
"Noooo!"
She was playing right into their hands, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it! The electricity was creating a reality all its own. She was waiting for that final jolt, that surge of power that would drive her mindless with its force. She felt weak and dizzy, her mind whirling while more juice oozed from her pussy slit and made the clamps slip a bit on her outer cunt labes.
When more current shot into her body, Ellen let out another howl, jerking on the overhead restraints like a puppet. She felt sharp, cutting sensations around her tits and cunt, feeling the scratching sensation particularly around her clit. Her asshole recoiled, a fist of air bursting out and nearly shooting out the wire lodged in her bowels. Her muscles were working against her flesh involuntarily as she spasmed from the electricity. Ellen thought again of her bowels, of the way she might shit all over herself while the wires dangled beneath her. She thought about the way the electricity was raping her.
"Yaghghghg... oh, no more! No more! I can't stand it! No more! Oh God, you're... hurting... hurting meeeee!"
The recorder was picking up everything, but by this time the teenager didn't care. It felt as if some horrible animal were stalking around inside her body, clawing and biting at her, tearing at her organs until she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Man, she's gonna take the whole nine yards," Gus said, his prick throbbing against the front of his Levi's.
Ellen screamed again, whipping her head from side to side, her face red with terror and pain while her lips began to turn purple. She felt as if she had been struck with a truck as more voltage sparked into her dangling body. Her tits and cunt felt ripped to pieces by red-hot pokers while her bones throbbed from the electricity. She tried screaming out one more time. But the spit in her mouth choked down her cries.
Looking ahead bug-eyed, Ellen watched as Gus turned the dial all the way up. The pain was enormous, making her veins stick out on her neck and forehead while the smell of burning flesh invaded her flared nostrils. Coughing sounds escaped from her mouth while the clamps around her clit burned into her cunt flesh. She shuddered and jerked on her chains, twisting around, ignoring the tearing pain in her shoulders and thighs while the cuffs chafed her wrists and ankles.
When Ellen thought she would surely die from all this electricity searing her body, Gus shut down the machine, laughing as she continued to jerk and bounce on the overhead chains.
"Eagghhhh... eaggghhhh!"
"We've got enough," Hal said.
"No. Go on and fuck her now. Let her old lady get wind of what that bitch is really like when she's hot."
Ellen felt herself being lowered to the table, the cuffs being removed from her body. She was still screaming when Hal took her by the shoulders and slammed her to the floor. Ellen tried drawing back from him, but he grabbed her by the arm and twisted it until she thought he would rip it from its socket.
She screamed again and again, spitting and kicking at him until Hal backhanded her twice, knocking her halfway unconscious.
He pulled down his pants, kicked her thighs apart and jumped onto the screaming, helpless girl.
"No, no, not this! Not this!" she screamed as she felt his big hands holding her down, his prick gouging wildly at her cunt.
Ellen's cries filled the room as she felt his cock finally reach her sloppy pussy hole, pressing hard against her cuntlips, then fucking in. Arching her back, drumming her legs against the filthy concrete floor, Ellen retched as the tall, lanky blond stud began fucking into her cunt. He was worse, in a way, than Gus had been when he had raped her. Hal kept slapping her, screaming at her, calling her filthy names while his prick ripped through her bruised cunt, stinging her clit.
"Come on, baby, work that ass around! Work it up when I fuck you!"
Ellen cringed, feeling her cunt warming up to this horrid rape. And when he started reaching for her clit, the little blonde teenager felt herself going out of control. The itching force of her climax ached through her body, making her hate herself as well as the man fucking her. And when Hal began pulling at her hair, covering her mouth with his and shoving his awful tongue down into her throat, all the girl could do was moan happily. He was making her cum all the more intensely, making her body want his all the more as he gave his prick the last few thrusts and shot his cum into her pussy.
Ellen shuddered as she felt his spunk fire-hosing into her pussy. Again and again, the itchy aches throbbed through her cunt while more and more of his cum-load sprayed into her. She wanted to drown in jism, swim in the thick cock cream while Hal kept pumping his hips against hers. The more he abused her, the more Ellen wanted to have him tear into her.
When it was finally over, Hal stiffened, then pulled his cum-dripping cock out of her cunt. Ellen felt her pussy continue to quiver and shudder. She rolled to her right side, drawing her knees protectively up to her tits and closing her eyes. These horrible men had degraded her in the worst way. And now they were staring down at her as if she were some helpless little animal, watching her cum, watching her body twist and jerk in the ecstasy of solitary orgasm.
"Okay, now we can turn off the tape recorder," Hal said, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
Gus nudged Ellen with the toe of one boot, rolling her onto her belly, then working the smooth leather up into her asscrack. The teenager jerked her arms in front of her, clawing at the floor, choking on her sobs as she began to crawl toward the locked door.
Ellen felt the boot leather working up against her shitter, crushing into the lower part of her spine. Was he going to try to shove that thing up her ass?
"Okay, we've got enough now to get your old lady interested in this," Hal said, holding the tape reel in one hand.
"What... what's my m-mother got to do w-with this?" Ellen stammered, pushing the hair from her eyes.
"Everything, bitch, everything," Gus said pushing his face near hers.
Ellen drew back, her heart starting to beat quickly all over again. Every square inch of her body ached from the beating, the roping, the electrocution, the fucking. But she was doing her best to focus in on what these men were telling her. Her mother involved with them? It hardly seemed possible.
"Seems your old lady saw us do something... well, not very nice," Gus said, his German accent thickening a little as he ran his fingers gently through Ellen's hair. "We were relieving somebody of a heavy burden."
"Yeah, his wallet," Hal laughed cruelly.
"She was comin' out of a bank," Gus continued, tugging on the hairs and making Ellen squeal. "Got our license number, the whole bit. We're out on bail, but it doesn't look too good... if your mother testifies."
"But... but the man," Ellen countered, sniffing back the tears as she followed their train of thought.
"We can take care of him easy. We decided to work on your old lady first. Then we can take him apart, or work up an alibi, or both. I never thought trying to wiggle out of something could be this kind of fun, though," Hal said, rubbing his knuckles against her nipples. "So, now Gus gets a chance to deliver the tape to your old lady. I think she's gonna enjoy listening to it."
"Yeah, just about as much as I'll enjoy playing it."
"Oh, God, God!" Ellen moaned, covering her face with both hands as Gus left the room and climbed the stairs to the first floor.
Some distance away, Nancy Hunter had just hung up the phone. The police had told her not to worry-that her daughter had probably gone off with some of her friends. No one believed her when she said her daughter would never do such a thing.
Turning, the tall blonde woman bit her lower Up nervously, tapping her foot, worrying about her daughter-and at the same time trying to control the tingle in her cunt. This was no time to worry about her horniness, she told herself. But while thoughts of her daughter stayed in her mind, Nancy still felt that hot, moist feeling spread like liquid butter all over her thighs. That burning itch was getting worse and worse, intensified she guessed by the nervousness over her daughter.
Ellen was a good girl. She never would have gone off like this without at least having called her. Nancy checked her wristwatch once more. It was nearly five o'clock, two hours past when Ellen normally skipped through the door. Where could she be?
Nancy felt her breathing become more shallow and hot through her flared nostrils. She felt shakier than usual, not really herself.
She had to control herself. Perhaps a drink would steady her nerves.
Moving to the bar, feeling the rub of her swollen cuntlips over one another, Nancy grabbed the bottle of vodka and began dribbling the liquor into the silver blender when she heard the front door bell. She stopped, her lips curling into a smile. Ellen must have forgotten her keys. Well, she would get to the bottom of this right away, she thought, setting her jaw firmly and marching to the front door.
Nancy was still forming her objections in her mind when she found herself face-to-face with that horrible man she had seen in the robbery days ago.
"No!" she screamed, trying to slam the door.
But Gus was faster, grabbing the edge and flinging Nancy to the floor. She skittered back on the floor, her head banging against a table. She started to scream, then thought better of it, scrambling to her feet and running into the living room. The hysterical woman could hear Gus running up to her just as she grabbed the receiver from the cradle and began punching the numbers of the police station once more.
"You're not going to talk to anybody... at least yet," Gus said, pulling the wire roughly from the wall, then flinging the phone to the floor.
Nancy backed away, hugging her body with both hands while she watched the man warily with rounded eyes. The police had told her nothing would happen. These men would be in jail, no matter what. She wouldn't even have to worry her daughter and tell her what had happened. What had gone wrong?
"I've got something here you'll be real interested in listenin' to," Gus said.
He turned on the recorder, placing it on the glass-topped coffee table in front of Nancy. There were some scratchy pops. Then came the unmistakable cries of her daughter-Ellen screaming, the men laughing. It took Nancy several seconds before she realized Gus had made the tape recently and was one of those torturing her daughter.
"No!"
Nancy lunged for the recorder, taking the machine and flinging it against the wall "That's not nice. That fucker cost me a lot of money. You'll pay for this... just like your daughter's payin' for it."
"You animal!" she screamed, flinging herself at him and clawing at his face.
Gus laughed, taking her by the wrists and forcing her back. Nancy cried out, feeling his strong fingers almost crushing the small bones. He was forcing her back, back against the wall, his hot, stinking breath disgusting her. For the first time since he had invaded her home, Nancy felt real fear for her life. Was he going to kill her to keep her from talking at the trial? Had they already eliminated her daughter?
"Bet you're just as hot as your daughter. Chip off the old block, she is," Gus said, his lips curling up into a sneer while his black eyes bored into hers-hard, black eyes, like those of a killer shark, Nancy thought with a shudder.
"No, oh no, don't-"
"You'll be taught that you don't fuck around with guys like me and Hal and expect to get away with it."
He threw her hard against the wall, the force knocking her back and head against the plaster. Nancy heard the nearby paintings falling as her knees began to buckle and she sank to the floor. Crumpling there like an old rag, she blinked her eyes, watching as Gus began slipping his belt from his jeans.
He was obviously going to fuck her.
The thought that this man who had been tormenting both her and her daughter was going to rape her right in her own living room filled her not only with fear and hatred, but began to fill her with a weird kind of excitement as well. Nancy fought down that desire as best a; she could, drawing her legs together, patting her dress down. Looking for the first chance she could to escape, Nancy began crawling away slowly, breathing so quickly her nostrils began to burn.
Gus was aware of her moves and stepped back, doubling the belt and slapping it rhythmically against his thigh.
"You know what we were doing to your daughter during that tape?" he asked, his voice thick with excitement.
Nancy stopped, horror overtaking her as she stared up at the big man.
"Something like... this!" he bellowed.
He brought the leather belt down hard across her face, the surface slicing across her right cheek and knocking the woman back to the floor. Nancy screamed, the hot tearing pain taking her breath away. She covered her face protectively with both hands while twisting around and trying to wriggle away from the man. She grabbed hold of the coffee table, turning it over and using it as a shield to protect herself.
Oh, God, why did she have to be a good citizen? What was going to happen to her daughter? And, just as importantly, what was going to happen to her?