Chapter 3
Ellen Beddingfield had had her problems in life a husband who had walked out on her ten, years ago, a young daughter to raise on her own, neighbors' smirks to ignore as they wondered who she was sleeping with while Cindy was away at camp. No one believed the truth that she had devoted her life to her child.
And now, as she stood in her living room, her fingers crashing the white paper, it seemed as if her entire life had been smashed without warning by some terrible, filthy fist. The two men standing in front of her and blocking the doorway confirmed her worst suspicions. They had kidnaped her daughter, and now were demanding she go with them to see Cindy. What was worse was the leering way they eyed her, their eyes seeming to see right through her clothes and peer at her cunt and tits.
Ellen looked at the taller of the two a shaggy-haired muscular blond with snake tatoos on his arms. She had seen him before. Someone with that hard, Nazi-like face and body would be hard to forget. But where? She stiffened, dropping the paper on the floor.
"When?"
"Right now, lady," the blond said, rocking back and forth on his heels impatiently.
"Yeah," the other dark-haired guy said, his lips curling into a slick smile. "You don't wanna leave her with Ed too long. Who knows what that sicko's doin' to her right now?" Ellen's eyes rounded, her pulse quickening as she thought of her daughter being harmed by these animals. She didn't know why they were here, why they had stolen her daughter. She could only think of Cindy being in these men's hands. She had to rush to her side, no matter.
what the risk. It was her duty as a mother.
"All right," she said breathlessly, turning from the men for a moment. "Let me get my bag." She could hear them laugh softly as she gathered up her handbag and returned to the doorway, the keys to her car in hand.
"My car. We'll take care of gettin' you home later," the dark-haired one said, his hand tightening around her right wrist.
"Hey Joe, go easy on her," the blond said, his eyes narrowing.
"Come on, Chris, let's get the flick outta here before the old lady starts freakin' out on" the other man said, kicking open the door.
Ellen knew she could still call out for help from the neighbors, but instead kept her silence, drawing the purse more tightly to her tits as she walked between the two men. A sense of excitement, something she had never had in her humdrum life, began to creep into her mind as she walked down the narrow drive to a small blue pick-up truck parked in front.
As she climbed in on the passenger's side, the woman thought about her life about her failed marriage, about all the projects she had started to improve her mind that somehow ran out of steam. The most exciting thing that had happened to her had been her husband's departure.
And now.. . and now she was being abducted and taken to some place where her daughter was prisoner. As very real as the danger was, Ellen couldn't help but feel a pleasant kind of arousal stimulating her as her ass sank comfortably into the black bucket seats.
"Let's go, man," Chris said, sliding in next to her while Joe started the engine.
A strange, warm tingle began to glow in the center of her tightening cunt. Why was she starting to get worked up right here, wedged between these two young men while the truck began edging forward down the darkened Street? She moved her hips slightly, feeling the smooth, soft surfaces of her thighs rubbing against one another while juice seeped from her pussy and wet her panties. Ellen dug her fingers into her purse, biting her lower lip and trying to gain some control over herself. It was terribly wrong to have this kind of feeling in this situation. But the heat throbbing between her legs just wouldn't go away.
Ellen sighed, turning her head and looking first at Joe, then at Chris. They were terribly handsome, if crude. The thought that one of them, or perhaps both, might want to fuck her flashed through her mind. It made her cunt itch that much more; and Ellen tried to shove that thought away.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, noticing her voice had dropped a bit lower.
"That's our business. We probably should've blindfolded you when you left, so consider yourself lucky," Joe said, brushing a lock of black hair from his forehead as he watched nervously for police cars.
Ellen thought about screaming for help. But who would listen to her? With the noise of traffic and the way people were today, others would just think she was some drunk woman out for a good time with two men! They drove on, threading their way through the thinning traffic until Ellen found herself in a neighborhood of few street lights and fewer homes. At one corner, she spotted a run-down self-service auto wash. Two of its three stalls were dark, while a badly blinking yellow light illuminated the third.
"Hey, Chris, remember that bitch from up state.. .the one who gave us all that trouble last month?" Joe said, taking his foot off the accelerator as they approached the auto wash. "Yeah, we took cue of that little snot right here," Chris answered, looking closely at the old car wash.
Ellen felt her pulse increase. Joe was turning the wheel, guiding the car up a small ramp and alongside the car wash. He switched off the engine, shoving the keys in his pocket.
"We wanna show you something," Chris said, sliding from the truck and grabbing hold of Ellen's wrist. She pulled back, feeling safer in the truck. Why wouldn't they take her to her daughter now? She braced her feet against the floor and pulled back, twisting her arm while grunting with the effort.
"No!" she cried, bending forward and biting Chris hard on the lower arm.
He cried out, still holding her tightly while bringing his left fist down hard against the side of her skull.
"Uhhhhh!" Ellen felt the crushing force of the blow send her into semi-consciousness. The woman collapsed onto the seat, barely feeling the fingers curling around her wrists, the hands lifting her from the truck and dragging her head-down toward one of the darkened wash stalls.
"Take her dress off. Gotta strip the bitch naked for this," Joe said.
Ellen weakly protested, her head buzzing and spinning like a top from the savage blow. She lost one shoe as the men pulled her into the stall, Chris pushing her up against the damp cinder block wail and holding her with one hand. Ellen felt his other hand unzipping her dress, pulling the garment down off her shoulders, then down her hips until it puddled around her ankles. She came to life the moment he ripped her bra away. Ellen screamed, trying to cover her naked tits with her crossed arms.
Joe, the bigger of the two men, turned Ellen around and pulled her arms down roughly. Reaching up, he pinched her nipples, making her yelp in pain. She backed away, pushing stray strands of her blonde hair from her eyes. There were steady dripping sounds all around her, lights from the nearby street reflecting from the wet surface. Ellen looked around wildly, trying to find some mode of escape. Chris had run around to the other opened end, standing there spread-legged, his hands out to either side of his body. They had blocked her, caged her like some wild animal. There was nowhere for her to run! Still Ellen backed up, her skin growing tight from the damp cold all around her. She felt her nipples puckering up while goose flesh exploded all over her body. It was futile to run, she thought, surveying the two men pressing in on her. Still she backed up, pressing herself against the walls and wishing she could sink into the floor and disappear.
"Get her over there . . . by the clamps." Chris ended the little play, taking her by one arm and pulling her back toward where the change box was fastened to one wall. There were two long sections of chain about two feet apart. At the lower ends, two black clamps were fastened. When Ellen looked up, she saw the words "For Floor Mats" stenciled lightly on the cinderblock wall.
They threw her hard against the wall, Chris holding her firmly by the neck while Joe took one clamp and opened it. For a moment, Ellen didn't know what they were going to do. Then she felt the cold brush of the damp metal against her throat, then sliding 4own to her tits. Peering down, she watched as Joe spread the jaws of the clamp even wider, then let it snap shut on her right nipple.
"Yaghghhghhhh!" She snapped her head back, her eyes rounding until they nearly popped from her skull. The rusty teeth bit cruelly into the tender tit flesh, making her think that the men were going to tear the nipple off. She twisted around, quickly discovering that the more she moved, the more pain she caused for herself. Whimpering, Ellen felt the sharp teeth of the clamp bite down harder into the long, twitching nipple.
"Now the other one."
"No, no, don't. . . oh, God! You're hurting me!" she wailed, feeling the brush of the second clamp against her left nipple.
Nothing would stop Joe, however. Opening the damp, he let it snap shut on the fit tip. Ellen let out a shrill cry, her voice bouncing off the damp walls of the car wash. They had her clamped to the wall like an animal, the teeth of those horrid instruments chewing into her sore tits like the fangs of some nasty little animal. When she backed up a little, her feet slipping on the floor, the chains lifted her tits from her upper chest, crating more painful pressure against her nipples. Ellen moved back, her belly flattening against the rough surface of the car wash walls. She would have to remain still, or she would cause herself more pain than she could bear.
"That's the way most women gotta be. You know, tied up, kept quiet," Joe said, reaching up and pulling the wash wand down from the overhead rack.
Ellen stiffened, hearing the metallic sound. The large wheel overhead starting turning as Joe dropped six quarters into the machine. There were gurgling sounds, then the sound of water sputtering through the hose. In a moment, Ellen felt the tickling spray of warm water against her ankles.
"Uhhhh!" The ticklish spray turned into a blast of hot water smashing into her ribcage. Joe had moved around to her right side, gripping the long wand with one hand while directing the water right at her. Ellen screamed, shaking the hair from her eyes as the big stud played the scalding water up and down over her body. She struggled to stay upright, feeling the awful pull of the chain and its clamps against her crushed nipples. When he switched the dial for soap, however, it became apparent that standing up would be more difficult. She felt the hot suds slick down her body, turning the floor around her into a slippery surface. Her feet slipped back and forth, her toes smashing into the wall while the clamps still held her nipples firmly in place.
"We used to clean pigs like this down on my aunt's farm in Arkansas," Joe said, directing the spray right into Ellen's face.
He eyes burned from the attack while her nostrils filled with the industrial-strength detergent. Ellen turned her face away, coughing and spitting up the awful wet mixture That was trying to fill her lungs. Joe dropped the stream down around her ankles, playing the spraying water about until he succeeded in knocking the woman off balance.
"Yaghghghghhgbhhhh!" Ellen braced her arms against the wall, her fingernails clawing against the cinder blocks. It was all she could do to keep from crying out again as the chains pulled her tits up from her chest, stretching them while distending her nipples. For a moment, she hung there like a tortured criminal, the clamps tearing into her nipples, stretching them while her body flailed about.
It was only with a great effort that Ellen managed to swing her legs around, bracing her knees against the wall while clawing her way back into an upright position. She panted like a dog, turning her face away from the spray as she tried to clear her head. When Joe sprayed her ankles, obviously trying to overturn her again, she turned and glared at him, summoning enough energy to spit in his direction.
"She's feisty," he said with a laugh. "I like that in a bitch. Man, can't stand it when they whimper around like we owe 'em somethin'.
Come on, let's get this slut goin He dropped the stream to her belly, splashing the water against her flesh until Ellen could feel her stomach cramping from the heat. And then Joe found pay dirt, dropping the stream a few more inches until it hit her sensitive cunt flesh like a hammer. She felt her cunt lips opening up, fluttering against the steady stream. The water had ironically set up a lusty flash of fire on her clit. Opening her mouth, Ellen let out another cry. But this time, the scream was a mixture of pain and an odd kind of pleasure that had begun to spread through her body. The growing erotic sensations and her sense of guilt paralyzed her, making the woman snap up against the wall while those terrible clamps still chewed into her nipples.
"Ooooooo..." She rolled her hips up against the wall, trying to get her cunt away from the moving stream. Her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders as she drew her arms up, trying to slip the clamps from her tits.
"Touch those and we'll knock the shit outta you with this mother-fucker!" Joe threatened, waving the spraying wand high in the air and sending an arch of water all over the stall.
"Hey! Watch that, fucker!" Chris cried out, backing away while brushing the soapy water off his shirt and Levi's.
"Gettin' too excited, I guess," Joe said, moving around again and shooting the hot stream right up between her long thighs.
Ellen couldn't help herself, feeling her body hunching back at it involuntarily. The blast of hot water against her asshole was inviting, feeling like a huge tongue driving into her ass. She opened her mouth again in shock, surprised tat water up her shitter could make her feel this way! Pressing her cheek against the wall, Ellen stood up on her toes to ease the pulling pain of the chains and clamps against her nipples. She gasped, her slick body moving up and down against the wet wall. She could feel the rough surface massaging her cunt lips, stimulating them, touching her stiffening clit. It was nice, very, very nice to feel something like that.
Joe moved around, puffing the overhead wheel that allowed him to move from side to side in the dark stall. Ellen looked around, seeing the two hunky silhouettes still at either end of the stall. Steam rose from the floor, and Joe and Chris looked like apparitions risen straight from, hell. And the water seemed even more lewd than the men, toying with her body, licking and fucking her.
Now he directed the water against her fits, playing the stream against the nipples and clamps. For some odd reason, that touch eased the pinching, awful feeling of the iron teeth biting into her tits. Ellen sighed gratefully, glad of the relief while still fighting to remain standing.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned.
He was spraying her cunt again. The incredibly heavy rush of water on her cit zone and cunt hole made Ellen's hips move from side to side, then pump up and down. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust, feeling her legs start to spread apart. Was it the slick floor, now white with soap suds? Or was it her own will to want to get fucked? She shook her head, fighting down that lewd feeling once more.
Each time Ellen grew modest and tried to put her hands over her pussy, Joe moved the stream around, blasting it against her asscheeks or nipples. Th. splashing waves of the soapy hot water bounced off her tits, tilling her nostrils and choking her once more. Then it was back to her cunt. Ellen knew that it wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cant went off. She could feel the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing of her cuntal muscles. She hoped Joe would stop when she came. If he kept on, she knew she would surely go inside, be willing to do anything until her climax tapered off.
Ellen twisted her hips, looking for the stream. It was starting to feel more and more erotic. The muscles at the top of her cunt knotted up in a cramp, her cut sputtering and throbbing while her asshole muscles contracted in the same rhythm. Her legs slid again, her tits puffing at the clamps. But now the pain only added to the general feeling of cuntal heat.
Now! Now, Ellen thought, her head thrown back, the cords sticking from her neck as she readied herself for the biggest orgasm of her life!