Chapter 1
"I think we should stop here," said Nancy Shepherd, pulling the car into the hotel driveway.
"Okay," Giselle replied, staring out of the window, doing her best to ignore her mother.
She looked out over the building as her mother went inside. It was an old hotel, right in the middle of nowhere, mountains all around. But it was dusk and a small road and her mother had been complaining about the driving conditions for over an hour as the steady rain fell.
Why the hell her mother had taken this road, Giselle didn't know, something about making sure Giselle's father didn't find them. Giselle was pissed off at being taken away from her father, because she liked him more than her mother. She tossed her shoulder-length blonde hair over her shoulders and waited.
Nancy came out. "So get out, come on, move."
Giselle helped her mother with the bags, and a tall, strong, barrel-chested man took them up to their room.
"I'm Oscar," he said as he left, "if you want anything, call."
"Sure," Nancy said without looking at him.
He left, but Giselle blushed as Oscar ran his eyes up and down her body as he went. A lot of men did that because Giselle had a tall, slim, luscious figure with shapely legs and a great pair of tits that always looked as if they might break out of the bras she wore.
They had dinner at the hotel and the restaurant was almost deserted. Their waitress was also very strange. She was a small, dark-haired girl who dressed in nothing but black leather. The little skirt she wore just reached to her stocking tops, and below that, her legs were encased in tight black boots. She also wore a black jacket, and it was open almost to the point where her thrusting tits could be seen.
She drifted up to the table and looked down at Giselle and Nancy with a strange airy look on her face. "Made your minds up?"
"Yes," Nancy said, "why do you dress like that?"
"Why do you dress like that?" the waitress asked.
"I dress the way people should dress!" Nancy snapped. "Does the manager know you dress like that?"
The girl giggled. "What do you think?"
"If this wasn't the only hotel in the area, I'd leave at once," Nancy said. "I'll have the chicken."
Giselle blushed.
"Anything else?" The waitress asked.
"No," Nancy said firmly.
After dinner, they went up to their room, and Giselle was watching a television program, when there was a knock on the door. It was the waitress.
"Manager said he'd like to see you. Don't know what it's about." She wandered off down the corridor.
"Where is he?" Nancy snapped, "I can't find him if you-"
"Follow me."
Nancy grabbed her purse.
"Wait here," she said to Giselle.
"What the fuck do you think I'm gonna do?" Giselle snapped back. "Climb a mountain?"
But her mother was gone.
The game show ended and a religious program came on that nearly drove Giselle crazy. She switched the television off and decided to go for a walk, despite what her mother had said.
She was opening the door when the strange waitress came up the corridor.
"Hey! They wanna see you now,"
"What about?" Giselle asked, suddenly feeling anxious.
"Don't ask me, I just run the fucking errands around here," the girl said. She walked off and Giselle had to hurry to catch up with her.
She led Giselle down two flights of stairs into a basement room, and Giselle got a horrible shock as the door was slammed shut behind her. The waitress locked the door and strolled over to a man who leaned casually against a desk.
"Here you are, Leonard, darling," she said, handing him the door key.
"Yes, take her, take her!" Nancy screamed, pointing at Giselle.
"Shut up, bitch!" The man leaned on the desk.
Giselle looked around, suddenly feeling petrified. Her mother had been weeping, her proud face shaking with terror. Behind her mother, Oscar leaned on the wall, grinning savagely. In a chair was another man in a suit, who looked like a businessman. He was in his forties, well groomed, his eyes very hard. But that wasn't what made Giselle feel so terrified. The basement was done out as an ancient torture chamber. There was a rack, a bondage wheel, ropes, whips, chains and various other pieces of equipment that made Giselle shudder.
The man leaning against the desk turned to Giselle. "Your mother has been passing phony checks."
"I told you, I didn't know the account had been closed!" Nancy squealed, her face turning white. "It must have been her! She and her father, they were both out to get me!"
"What are you talking about, Mom?" Giselle gasped, her lovely young tits heaving against the front of her blouse. "You closed out that account, I was with you, you're a liar!"
"No, I'm not, she's lying, she should pay for it!"
"I'm not going to jail for you!" Giselle screamed. "I'll get Dad, I'll-"
"Who said anything about jail?" The man chuckled, leaning against the desk. Then he strolled toward the shivering Giselle.
"Take her, she's..."
"I said, shut up, bitch!" he snarled. "You see, we thought we might make a deal with your mom. We're a normal bunch of horny fuckers around here, a bit kinky, so they say, but what the fuck?"
He spread his hands and grinned at Giselle.
"So we suggested that she might pay for the room in other ways, but she said no, and she wants us to use you." He chuckled and slid his fingers under Giselle's chin, holding her head up. "Now I think that would be a great idea, you're a lot prettier than that fat bag of a mother of yours. But I'm a man for fair play, aren't I, boys?"
"You bet, boss," Oscar said, and the man in the chair laughed.
The man, playing with the top button of Giselle's blouse, smiled. "I'm Leonard, I own the hotel. This is Ted, a friend of mine."
He pointed to the man in the chair who bowed to the shivering blonde with a great big grin on his face.
"This is Oscar and this is Adele." He pointed to the waitress. He turned back and slid his hand under Giselle's chin once more. "Do you think it's fair that you should pay for what your mother did?"
"No, no, please, I didn't know anything about it!" Giselle wept.
"I'm sure you didn't," Leonard said, stroking her chin softly, "but your mom insists. But I don't like a mom who does things like that. So what do you suggest we do?"
"I-I don't know!"
"We'll take your mom's suggestion and punish you. But, since she's such a shit, she gets double whatever you get. Doesn't that sound good?"
Nancy screamed and fell to the floor. "No, please! I've got cash upstairs, I can go and get it, we'll leave, anything but please-"
"Shut up, bitch!" Leonard demanded. "You're really getting on my nerves."
Nancy's voice sank to a low sob as she crouched on the floor.
Leonard turned back to Giselle, still holding her by the chin. "Good idea, no?"
"Please, don't-I didn't know anything about it!" Giselle sobbed.
"But how can you expect us to pass up a beautiful little fox like you?" he said, stroking her chin. "And you can get back at mom this way, think about it. Okay, Oscar, on the cross with this one, and we'll hang mom up to watch."
"Nooo, please, don't!" Nancy wailed. "I'll..."
"And gag the bitch," Leonard added.
Giselle screamed as Leonard took hold of her arm. He held her as she burst into tears, staring at the horrible thing that he was pulling her towards. It was a cross, shaped like an X, with leather straps all down the wooden arms and legs.
"No, please," she sobbed, but Leonard ignored her.
He held her arm up while he pulled a strap across her wrist and pulled it tight.
"Please, no, you can't!" Giselle wept as he grabbed her other wrist and lashed that to the top of the other arm of the cross.
She struggled helplessly as he took one of her ankles and pulled that out to the bottom of the wooden leg. He lashed her ankle to the wooden leg, her high-heeled shoe almost coming off her foot in the struggle. He took hold of her other leg and pulled, spreading her legs wide apart as he lashed her ankle to the other leg of the cross.
When she was tied up, it was a simple matter to lash the rest of her arms and legs to the arms of the cross. First her elbows, then straps held her just at the shoulders. Next Leonard bent down and tied the straps around her calves. Then her knees, and there was one more set of straps high up over her thighs. She shuddered and gasped as Leonard eased the hem of her little skirt up, revealing her lovely legs in the stockings her mother made her wear.
"Wow!" he gasped. "Look at that, stockings, how great!"
From his chair, Ted nodded in approval, his eyes fixed on the young girl's body.
"This is gonna be fun," Leonard commented as he slid the strap around Giselle's thigh, high up, well above her stocking top and just below her panties.
She shuddered at his touch, and sobbed as he went over to her other thigh and tied the strap. Giselle was utterly helpless, tied to the cross by twelve straps.
Nancy screamed when Oscar grabbed her. He hustled her to the wall and pushed her hands up until he could catch them in a loop of rope. Instantly he tightened it, holding her wrists, as he took hold of the other end of the rope and pulled, yanking Nancy up by her arms until her feet left the floor and she was shrieking in horror.
"No, no, stop this!" she wept as he tied off the rope and she hung there, her arms aching, the hem of her summer dress well up over her knees.
Oscar took a thick wad of cloth and rammed it in her mouth. Nancy's eyes bugged out as he took hold of a thick strap and pulled it tight around her face, trapping the cloth inside her mouth. She heaved in agony, breathing desperately through her nose. Oscar grinned at her and ran his hands over her large tits as they thrust out against the front of her blouse.
"Fuck," he said, "that's a nice pair of jugs, lady."
Nancy writhed, her body twisting on the rope.
"Come on, Oscar, relax. You'll get all you want," Leonard said.
He strolled up to the weeping, struggling Nancy, stroking a small whip in his hands. It had a short handle and many tails, each about two feet long and knotted. The knots were shiny with use.
"Watch this, bitch," he said, "because you're gonna get double. I don't like shits like you, trying to throw the blame on your innocent daughter."
He turned away and went back to Giselle as she hung on the cross.
"Nice," he commented.
Adele, the little waitress, came up, her eyes misty with a strange passion, her fingers running over the front of her tiny black leather skirt.
"Can I?" she gasped. "Sure, baby, we got lots of time," Leonard said.
Giselle couldn't believe what was going on. She struggled helplessly, her arms aching, her legs trembling in the tight bonds as Adele came up to her, her dark eyes feasting on Giselle's blonde beauty.
"No, please, whatever it is, please, no!" Giselle sobbed as Adele unbuttoned the front of her black leather jacket.
Giselle moaned as she saw Adele's tits emerging. They were perfectly round, thrusting out with an impudent arrogance, the nipples tight and crinkled, the areolas dark, almost fading into the creamy flesh of her tits.
"Like my tits?" Adele slid her little skirt up, showing the creamy whites of her thighs above her black stocking tops.
"Yes, yes!" Giselle babbled, staring as Adele slid her fingers over the black panties she wore, moving closer to the soft mound of her pussy with each moment.
"Good," Adele whispered, "so now I have to check yours out, don't I?"
Giselle sobbed. Behind Adele, she could see Ted, sitting in the chair, watching her with undisguised lust.
"Please, let me go! I didn't do anything! I didn't!"
Adele leaned in, her mouth close to Giselle's ear. "Think. Everything you suffer, your mom suffers double."
Giselle shrank from the closeness of the woman. Adele's perfume wafted over her, heady and arousing.
"No, no, please!" she shrieked as Adele's fingers went to the top button of her blouse and played with it.
"Don't you want me to see your tits?" Adele asked softly, her dark eyes roaming up and down Giselle's lovely figure as the blonde strained against the straps.
"No, no, please, no!" Giselle sobbed.
"Let me ask you once more." Adele snapped the button open, revealing Giselle's neck. "Don't you want me to look at your tits?"
"No, no, please, don't, I..." Giselle screamed in horror as Adele ran her fingers down and undid the next button. The blouse opened farther, showing Giselle's bra and the sides of the lacy cups.
"What a pity," Adele sighed. "Now I'll have to whip them and ask you again."
Her fingers went down to the next button.
"What! No!" Giselle shrieked in horror as the next button gave way and her blouse opened, showing her large, soft tits inside the bra-cups. Her tits thrust up, pushing against the bra, threatening to break the clasp and spring out into full view.
Adele opened the last button and pulled the blouse out of Giselle's skirt waistband. She pushed the sides of the blouse away and ran her hands over Giselle's tits in the tiny uplift bra she wore.
Giselle kept her eyes away from Adele's piercing gaze. Adele's fingers played with her nipples through the thin material of the bra, and Giselle winced as Adele lined up two of her long fingernails on each side of her nipple and tightened them a little. The pain shot out like tiny arrows, rushing through her tits.
"Please don't!" she begged.
"Baby," Adele said breathlessly, "I'm gonna do some great things to you, get all these men so horny they'll fuck your ass off, over and over and over again."
Suddenly she sawed her nails over Giselle's nipple, and the bound blonde gave a gurgling moan of pain. Very slowly, with a horrible grin, Adele took hold of the cups of Giselle's bra and began to pull, until it stretched right under Giselle's horrified gaze.
"No, please, no!" she wept as she saw the stitching in her bra begin to give way.
The clasp of her bra tore, the material ripping away, until it suddenly snapped. Adele dropped the bra-cups and her skillful fingers ran over Giselle's tits, caressing the twin tit-mounds.
Giselle moaned, her hands gripping the straps, trying to get free.
Ted got up out of his chair and came closer, gazing at her tits with open interest.
"You like these, Ted?" Adele asked softly.
"They're just perfect," he said. "Like yours."
"Mmmmmmnnn," Adele purred and slid her fingers over Giselle's nipples, pulling her tits out.
Ted stared as Giselle wept in terror. She had lovely tits, all of them could see that. They swung slightly, stretching as Adele pulled on them. Adele stepped back.
"Please, let me go, please!" Giselle sobbed.
The two men came closer, admiring her tits as she struggled on the cross, so tightly bound that she couldn't move at all.
"Very nice," Leonard said. "Okay, Adele, have a good time."
Adele came up to Giselle, the little cat in one hand, a knife in the other. Giselle stared at the whip as Adele casually slotted it into the side of the strap that held her left thigh to the cross. Then she brought the knife up, close to Giselle's face.
"Do you know what I'm going to do with this?" Adele asked, waving the blade inches from Giselle's terrified eyes.
"No, no, I don't!" Giselle whimpered.
"Fuck, I can't stand this!" Oscar yelled, his hands running over Nancy's large tits through her little dress and bra. "I gotta fuck something!"
"Oh, Oscar, you horny fucker," Leonard said in mock disgust, "you never wait. Go on, fuck the fat bitch any way you want."
"Can I have her ass?" Oscar asked breathlessly.
"As long as you don't mind us whipping it afterwards for letting you do something that disgusting," Leonard said casually, his eyes on the trembling Giselle.
"Yeahhhh!" Oscar chuckled and grabbed a tube of vaseline from the table close to him.
Nancy stared at Oscar, her eyes wide with horror as he opened his zipper and pulled his cock out. His prick was as hard as a rock and long, nine or ten inches of hard meat. Nancy shuddered, watching in horror as he spread some vaseline on it, rubbing the lubricant all over his cockshaft.
Oscar grinned at Nancy. "Gotta have this to get up your ass. Don't worry, it don't hurt half as much as the whip."
Nancy struggled against the rope, but he finished lubing his cock and reached under her dress, running his hands up her thighs, slowly, enjoying her struggles.
"Hell, you ain't that fat. You just need to lose ten pounds, we can soon do that."
Nancy screamed into the gag as his hands reached her panties. He pulled on them, heaving them down over her ass. She tried to spread her legs to block him.
"Close 'em!" he warned.
Nancy spread her legs as far as she could, which wasn't far, since her feet only just touched the stone floor.
Oscar stood up and lashed his hand across her face. Pain shot out, making her head ring. His hand came back, slapping her head to the side, sending her dizzy.
"Close 'em!" he snapped.
Nancy closed her legs at once, sobbing helplessly into the gag.
Oscar reached under her dress and gripped her panties again, this time pulling them down easily. He threw them aside, and Nancy writhed as he slid behind her. She fell helplessly against his body and she could feel the massive length of his cock pushing into the crack of her ass under her dress.
With a chuckle, Oscar eased the dress up, inch by inch, over her ass until his cock suddenly pushed into the crack of her ass.
"Now, enjoy this baby, enjoy. Ever had your ass fucked before?"
Nancy shook her head frantically, her body twisting against his.
"Its great fun, great for me at least," Oscar eased his massive round cockhead between her ass-cheeks, pushing against the tight entrance to her shit-hole.
The knife slid along Giselle's cheek, just grazing her face.
"Shall I show you what I'm going to use this for?" Adele purred.
"Please, don't hurt me, please!" Giselle whispered, her body shaking with horror.
The knife moved down and suddenly slid inside her bra-strap. Quickly the strap was cut, and the knife traveled to the other side, cutting the other one too. Smiling at Giselle, Adele grabbed the torn garment and pulled, tossing it to the ground.
Giselle sobbed, her eyes wide with horror as the knife came back.
"The trouble is that bras and things get in the way of the whip," Adele said softly, "and that pisses me off."
She pulled on Giselle's flimsy blouse and heaved. The material began to tear, and Adele was pulling the last shreds of Giselle's protection away, dropping them to the floor, exposing the blonde's luscious tits to full perfection.
"Gets better and better, doesn't it?" she purred, running her hands over Giselle's tits. "Oh, how these are going to hurt, baby, really hurt. I know, I love it when my nipples ache as if they're gonna bust, don't you?"
Giselle sobbed and pleaded with the dark-haired girl to stop, but Adele grabbed the whip and drew it up her body, stroking the knotted tails over her skirt, and then on up over Giselle's cringing flesh to her tits, the thin leather sliding over her nipples, some of the knots catching on the hard buds.
"Mmmmmmnn," Adele purred, drawing the cat over Giselle's flesh.
Nancy screamed as she felt Oscar's cockhead push at the very entrance of her ass. She shuddered at the terrible disgrace she was being forced to suffer. She was being ass-raped, helplessly swinging on the rope. She gasped as he grabbed her tits through her dress and bra and pushed his cock into her shitter, forcing the muscles to open up. Her ass surged with pain as he fucked harder, ramming his cockhead into her shit-pit, the massive cockhead forcing her tight ring of muscles open. She screamed into the gag as he held her tits in his massive hands and fucked again.
Her muscles gave way, and his well-lubricated cockshaft slammed up her ass. Her anal walls shuddered, pain throbbing out of them as his massive prick invaded her ass.
Oscar grunted as he forced his way home, the thrust of his hips heaving her up off the floor, her legs swinging helplessly as she hung on his cock.
"Spread your legs," he gasped as he let her down.
Nancy obeyed at once. Sudden sparks of pain rushed out of her ass as he fucked her up and down, reaming out her shitter with slow strokes of his cock.
"Yeahhh!" he gasped. "That's so nice! Now watch your daughter, you fucking bitch, you're gonna get all that!"
Nancy stared, almost as terrified as Giselle.
The cat swung over her daughter's tits, and Giselle screamed, just watching the tightly knotted tails moving in front of her eyes. Adele held the whip, stroking it around, waiting.
"Ooooh, please!" Giselle begged as she stared at the cat.
"Ohhhh, good," Adele purred, the cat tails easing over Giselle's tits in a hypnotic slide, "then I'll only have to give you six strokes for now, just six."
"Oh no, no!" Giselle gasped, watching the cat go up, struggling against the straps that held her to the cross.
The cat swept down and lashed right across Giselle's swelling right tit.