Chapter 6
They were all loathsome! Nancy thought that again and again as she stared through the tears blurring her vision. How they had mistreated her daughter Ellen! Nancy felt as if she had walked into a scene of medieval torture when she saw the girl trussed up that way. She had thrown herself onto Gus, scratching his face with her fingernails, kicking at him with all her frail strength. The two men had laughed at her even while her daughter begged Nancy to stop.
A sharp blow to the head, and Nancy had lost consciousness.
Now, when she awoke, she found her daughter strapped to a small stool, a broad black leather band cinched around her waist while her shoulders and head dangled over one end. Someone had drawn her arms forward, roping her wrists to one of the four legs of the stool tightly with half-inch line. What was worse, Nancy thought, was the way her daughter's legs were stretched out and up from her body, her ankles encircled by a set of cuffs and pulled widely apart from one another by two sets of overhead pulleys. She was wide open, her cunt exposed, the young pink pussy-lips visible through the bush of her cuntal hairs.
Nancy stared at her daughter, feeling faint as she watched the helpless teenager. She started to call out to the young girl. But then the woman realized someone had shoved a ball gag into Ellen's mouth, making speech impossible. Gus was standing to one side of Ellen, trailing one finger down her body until it came to her cunt. Ellen was squirming, moaning through the gag when he touched her pussy.
Nancy started to move, then realized just how tied up she was, herself.
"Stop it! Don't touch her!" Nancy cried hoarsely.
They had roped her to the wall, her arms stretched to either side of her body crucifixion style. Two small clamps kept her ankles spread apart and fastened to the cold cinderblock wall behind her. She filled her lungs once more with oxygen, screaming out at the men to leave her daughter alone.
Hal stopped for a moment, leering at Nancy, then getting down on his knees between Ellen's spread, raised legs and dropped his face into the girl's cuntal thicket. Nancy felt sick, listening to the wet, smacking sounds of his lips against her daughter's pussy while the youngster cried out through her gag. The young girl was bouncing against the stool, tensing her legs until the tendons bulged against her flesh. There was nothing she could do. Helpless, the blonde teenager writhed as much as she could while Hal kept wriggling his tongue deep into her cunt.
Nancy raged wildly against the wall, infuriated that someone could be doing this to her daughter right in front of her.
"Shut that bitch up just like this one," Hal said impatiently. "I can't concentrate with her yammerin' like that."
Gus agreed, shuffling to a large red cabinet and pulling another ball gag from the top drawer.
Nancy shut her mouth, setting her jaw firmly as she watched him approach. No! He wasn't going to shove that thing in her mouth!
Nancy jerked her face away from him, but Gus took hold of her jaw, forced her lips apart, then pushed the foul-tasting latex red ball into her mouth, fixing it to her skull with a large band of white masking tape.
Hal, meanwhile, was back to feeding on Ellen's cunt, making the girl groan when he started inserting his fingers into her pussy. Nancy could tell easily now that her daughter's moans were those of joy as well as of fear and pain.
"Let's see just how hot the little slut is. Mom can watch from over there," Hal said. "You know, your old lady's here, watchin' you perform. Man, she's hot! Nearly burned my tongue with her pussy. That shouldn't be too much of a surprise to you, eh, baby? Bet you burned ol' Gus's cock with your pussy. Runs in the family."
While Hal was insulting Nancy, he had pulled out a large pocket knife, pushing a small button and laughing softly as the six-inch blade snapped open with a click.
Nancy's eyes rounded while a pulse leaped at her throat. She started to whine through the gag, tugging at her restraints, not caring about how the cuffs were chafing her wrists. He was going to cut her daughter open, gut her like some farm beast! Nancy groaned loudly, biting down on the ball gag as she tried to warn her daughter.
Ellen jerked her head up just in time to see the glistening blade reflecting the overhead light. She could see her mother naked and bound against the wall, her eyes bulging, her face white with terror. Instantly, Ellen knew what her mother's fears were, and they became her own. She writhed on the stool, nearly breaking her lower back while Hal lowered the blade out of sight. She groaned through the ball gag, shaking her body and nearly upending the stool she was roped to. She gasped, her toes curling as she felt him running the point of the knife through her cuntal hairs, then bringing it up along the underside of her thigh to her toes. If she hadn't been so frightened, it would have tickled her.
Hal moved the blade around, bringing it within view of the fear-stricken teenager. Ellen gasped as he moved the knife around to one of her tits, pressing the flat end against her nipple. The shocking chill of the icy metal against her warm, stiff nub made the girl rock her hips against the stool. It was so wild, so... so unimaginably good... and at the same time, horrible! Then Hal brought it up to her throat, threatening to cut through the flesh and open her neck.
Ellen let out her breath, afraid to inhale, preferring to lie there and feel the life go out of her slowly from lack of oxygen rather than take any chances. Hal laughed at her fear, bringing the blade back down to her forearm, where he sliced a thin line across the flesh.
"Hhfhfhhfhffffff!"
Nancy screamed again through her gag, rattling against her bonds as she watched her daughter being hurt.
Ellen screamed as well, trying to inch away from the sharp pain but finding movement impossible. They had roped her all too well before Gus had left for her mother's house. When she felt the blade again, the teenager thought her sphincter would fail. Yes, that would be the ultimate degradation, shitting all over herself in front of these men and her mother.
Looking up again, she saw Hal licking his lips. Red blood oozed from the stripe on her arm. What were they going to do with her? Ellen shook with absolute terror, thinking of all the grotesque stories she had read about mutilated girls found in roadside ditches by hikers.
Hal eased over her, peering down at the helpless roped girl, licking his lips like an attacking wolf. She could hear him breathing a little harder, turned on by her helplessness. Ellen wanted to sink out of sight. Her mother was viewing all this, her own mother, roped there naked against the wall! It was enough to make her want to die rather than endure this. But there was nothing she could do. She could feel the wet gash of her pussy exposed the awful way it was, totally naked in front of everyone's eyes. Ellen closed her eyes in shame, feeling her heart beat wildly.
"Uhhhfff!"
She felt it, felt the sharp tip of the knife slide against her asscheek. The arc it followed went from the outer curve, up toward her waist, then slowly down to the sensitive spot where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased and grew sharper as the point slid closer to her cunt. Ellen wanted to weep, to scream as loudly as she could, to do both. But she knew the slightest move might push that blade right through her skin. She had felt a sample of what he could do to her. The cut on her arm was enough. No. She wasn't going to give him an excuse to slice her up like lunchmeat!
Ellen shifted slightly on the stool, tugging at her legs as the cuffs cut into her ankles. That discomfort was nothing compared to the pain she now felt as he began cutting her flesh slightly with the knife. She jerked her head up, watching with bulging eyes as Hal left long white marks on her flesh. He was barely scraping her skin with that surgically sharp knife. But she could still feel the slight pain and knew he was threatening her, teasing her with what he could do! The girl trembled, her head bobbing from side to side while she thought her heart would surely break through her ribcage.
And when Hal brought the knife down to her cunt once again, Ellen felt her cunt hole suck in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the blade traced along the outer lips of her pussy labes. The terrible vulnerability of her pussy terrified her. She bit her lip, her face twisting into a mask of concentration while her asscheeks clenched and unclenched. At times the girl was tugging at her legs, bending her knees as much as she could, pulling her ankles painfully against the restraining cuffs. She cried out through the gag yet again, chewing on the latex ball while her lower back throbbed from the awkward position she was bound in. He was pricking the tip of the knife against the base of her clit, making the girl wonder if he was going to cut off the tiny nub.
The knife was suddenly gone. Ellen sighed with relief, sagging against the restraining ropes while she let her legs sag against the overhead chains. The girl felt a trickle of warm juice seep from her cunt hole. And for the first time during this ordeal, she realized she had been aroused by that awful blade! What on earth was she turning into? And right in front of her mother!
A chill froze the young girl, making her jerk up from the stool and twist her legs against the restraining chains. He had the knife blade pressed hard against her wet pussy slit, rocking it from clit to bottom, then back up her cunt gash again.
Ellen thought she would lose her young mind at that touch. She screamed and screamed, her muffled cries mixing with those of her mother.
Hal was careful, rocking the big switchblade down, pressing the tip harder against her clit hood, making the teenager gasp around the big ball gag. The pressure on her cum-center made a shock as sharp as the knife itself shoot right through her like a bolt of lightning. Her back arched, making her cunt open more eagerly to the big stud. He laughed, rocking the knife again, pressing it harder against her clit until she sounded as if she were about to go berserk.
"Yeah! A bitch, bitch pig like all the others," he muttered.
Nancy screamed wildly, jerking her head from side to side, feeling she could tear her arms from the ropes holding them to the wall. She couldn't believe men were capable of doing something like this to anyone, let alone her sweet daughter!
Ellen screamed as loudly as she could, chomping down on the gag, feeling as if her mind would blow to pieces in a moment. Hal muttered horrible obscenities at her, keeping the knife against her pussy while staring at her. His eyes were hard and fixed, pale-gray pools of evil boring down into her while he kept that knife threateningly close to her clit. Ellen thought she would faint. Only the delightful joy flashes from her clit making her cuntal muscles spasm shut against the sharp blade kept her conscious.
Again and again, he moved the sharp knife. The continued touch and chill of the broad blade sent streamers of shocking lewdness through the terrified girl. She became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cuntlips. The stinging cunt juice dribbling across the tiny wounds made her clit swell even more. Ellen found a hotter, more intense lust whirling around in her belly. Instinctively, Ellen knew it was impossible to fight with herself. Something had been unleashed within her, something that made all of this somehow fascinating.
"Make 'er go for it!" Gus encouraged, rubbing his prick through his jeans.
"She's doin' it all by herself, like a good little girl, right?"
He laughed at her, his foul breath making the whole scene that much worse. Ellen's pulse raced. She opened her eyes and saw Hal hovering over her once more. He had opened his faded Levi's and was stroking his prick with one hand while the other moved the knife around on her cunt. She groaned again through the awful gag, feeling the tip of the knife slicing through her cunt folds. The searing, hot pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct touch. Ohhh, how her clit and cuntlips felt! It was as if they were on fire! The constant rush of pussy juice across and into the tiny cuts was like acid rubbed into wounds. Her head throbbed from the confusion of terror and delight.
"Man, she's gonna burn this ol' blade with her pussy," Hal sneered.
That kind of talk made her cunt juice flow even faster. Ellen could feel the rising of a hot flush on her cheeks, her tits, her belly. The fiery feeling in her cuntlips and the fear of the man's knife wound her excitement higher and higher.
What was happening to her? Once more, her body was betraying her, rutting like some animal in the fields while her mind told her this was all wrong!
Hal dragged the edge of the knife back, back, stinging a groove down to the edge of her cunt. The buzzing, spinning electrical flashes from her clit eased for the moment. But the fear of having her cunt slashed open still remained, making her chest heave mightily. She shoved her ass back as much as she could, rocking her body from side to side while she tugged against the cuffs holding her wrists to the stool.
Then in a moment the blade was back, pricking at the brown-pink puckered ring of her asshole. Ellen felt her face flush, feeling the pricking of that awful thing against her asshole. She felt her asshole spasming as did her cunt while her pussy blew out a tiny fart of hot air.
Hal seemed fascinated by this reaction, poking the tip of the knife harder against the rim of her asshole.
Ellen gasped with the shock. The pinprick stabs forced the rubbery ring of her ass inward, breaking the skin. The same forbidden pleasure she had felt after shitting from a spicy meal rose deep in her guts. It was almost more than she could stand. And she knew Hal was reaching the limit of his endurance, as well. He was panting heavily, still jacking at his prick. His fist flew over the hard-muscled cockmeat while he poked the sharp tip of his knife into the puffy outer edges of her cuntlips, then into her ass buns. Ellen rolled her hips against the stool while she felt sweat rolling from her neck over her jiggling tits. The cuts he left were like tiny fires in her skin. Her entire cuntal area blazed with the heat and stinging pain. Ellen's nervous sweat trickled into the small wounds, making them burn and itch.
"Stupid bitch! You love it, don't you? The more I throw at you, the more you want. Then take this, baby-a real prick!"
Ellen felt the blind stabs of his cock against the sides of her cunt. The fat, conical cockhead burned past her clit and slipped into her hot, sucking cunt hole. Ellen thought it was like finally scratching an itch.
That long, thick cock fucked into her cunt hole like a fat, greased finger. Hal laughed then moaned, reaching down and grabbing her tits, kneading them cruelly while swearing at her. Ellen loathed the man whose prick was raping her, scratching all those delightfully tense areas tingling in her pussy. She thought of the way he was fucking, topping her like an animal, raping her in front of her mother. The images made her even hotter than before. She tried hunching back hard against him, but found the ropes too strong. She whimpered, trying to stop the dreadful chain of thoughts tumbling around in her head. She tried to clench her cunt muscles tight enough to stop his driving fucker.
Hal thought she protested against her own enjoyment, and fucked her more wildly. He twisted her nipples viciously, raising her tits from her chest, then lowering his head and chewing on the nipples until she howled with agony, fearing he would tear her nipples with his teeth.
Ellen sobbed. The bruising fingers on her nipples and his biting teeth made every ounce of her heavy tits ache. She wished in a way he would tear the aroused nubs off her tits. That would stop the fierce heat they sent to her clenching cunt.
"Ahhhhhhffffff!"
Hal's fingernails clawed at the rims of her nipples. Ellen grunted and sobbed with the pain, rolling her head against the edge of the stool while enduring the scratching agony in her nipples. In a moment, the furnace throbbing between her legs exploded with the overload of sensations tormenting her. The whirling knot of lust in her crotch had won!
She was cumming, climaxing under this animal while he continued to hurt her. She could hardly keep her sanity as she came and came, hearing Hal's increasingly wild moans as his cock jerked and then exploded cum into her pussy.