Chapter 4
Joe changed the dial setting again, moving it past the rinse setting and turning it to hot wax. He dropped the stream for a moment, leaving Ellen high and dry. She ground her teeth together, feeling her climax slipping away from her. She groaned, working her hips, squirming against the wall and rubbing her cunt over the cinderblocks in a vain attempt to cum. It was futile, and she cried out in frustration.
It was back, but this time the sensation different, more sexy. The slick mixture of wax and water glistened over her flesh, heating it even more than before! Ellen threw her head back, pulling away from the wall, her tits stretching out parallel to the floor while the clamps chewed relentlessly into her nipples.
Ellen cried out when Joe directed the stream right at her tits, making them shiver with the force. Then it was back down to her cunt again, this time the blast opening the cunt folds around her cit. It felt like a huge mouth sucking and licking at the top of her cuntal gash. Ellen groaned, tensing herself to rush her orgasm. But then Joe played the water around her ankles.
She screamed with frustration, not caring what the men thought of her now. Spreading herself for the invading stream, she felt the vulgar thrill of the rushing hot water splashing over her shitter, then back around her cunt. Her organ was there, just out of reach. Ellen strained, lowering her raised hips. She had to have the water on her clit. She needed that last tiny bit, that little shove over the edge. Then she would be able to take care of herself.
"Huhhbbhhblih!".
Joe moved quickly, grabbing the wand and shoving it hard up against her asshole. At first, Ellen didn't know what had hit her. She felt the hot metal tip, the harsh spray of water. Then she realized he had stuck part of the wand up her ass, giving her an incredible enema. Her belly bloated, swelling with the hot waxy water cascading into her ass guts. Ellen screamed again, her voice shrilling past soprano while her legs jerked out like those of a frog. Her knees smashed against the wall, scraping painfully while she swatted back with both hands. Her fingers slipped along the hot metallic surface of the wand as she tried to pull the thing from her ass.
She could feel her bowels distending, cramping with the sudden onslaught of hot water while her cunt clenched like a fist, frustrated from its orgasm by the attack. It was mad, completely insane, what was happening to her! Joe worked the thumb-like nozzle deeper into her ass while keeping the water shooting into her. Ellen felt her stomach turning over, her belly cramping into painful knots while her thighs ridged; She would disgrace herself, shitting all over the floor while this horrid man kept fucking her ass with that dreadful wand.
Ellen felt herself wheeling completely out of control. She wanted to scream until her throat went raw. The water up her ass the gut-wrenching cramps in her bowels and cunt were sapping her of energy. She writhed against the wall, her nose flattening against the cinderblocks.
Then the wand was gone, yanked from her ass and moved around until the water was smashing into her cunt once more. The sound of the spray all around her drowned out the laughter and obscene remarks from the men. Ellen strangled on her sobs, feeling her ass ring start to spasm in time with her clit.
Yes! Yes! this time, they were going to let her cum! Ellen nearly screamed with relief and joy, dragging her clawing fingers over the wall and staying there. Her skin felt painfully tight, stretched over her bones while her joints throbbed. The hardness of her tits hurt. But it was a good hurt, a nice feeling of pain while her pussy clenched like a tightening fist.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Ellen cried, choking on her own spit.
She was cumming, climaxing with a hot violence she had never known even in the best days of her marriage. The naked, orgasming woman stood on her toes as if she wanted to climb up the wall. Ellen stretched her arms high over her head, dragging her fingernails against the rough surface as she came and came and came.
Only when the water stopped flowing from the wand did the woman start to come down from her high, her arms collapsing while her knees threatened to give way. She forced herself to remain on he feet, feeling the tearing pain of the clamps against her nipples. Moaning, Ellen felt the world slipping from her and fought to stay in it. She couldn't faint..., not now, not with those clamps that would rip her nipples off if she fell to the cold floor.
Joe threw the wand down onto the cement and scratched his chin.
"I'd fuck her now, but she's pretty well winded," he said, his lips curled into a smirk.
"Yeah. Wait till we get back to the place, and Ed gives us some ideas. She'll come around, especially when she sees her kid there." Still standing but dazed, Ellen felt someone removing the iron clamps from her nipples. She groaned a thanks, then' fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Someone scooped her from the wet concrete and carded her back to the pickup. Her head lolled.
Ellen caught glimpses of the street light on the corner, a yellow caution light blinking regularly on and off at the other side of the deserted intersection. There were no sounds, no cars, no people. It was a place, she thought, where the men could get away with a thing like this.
They bundled her into the truck, stashing her dress and under things under the seat. Joe took the wheel, glancing in his rearview mirror, then guiding the truck from the car wash and back onto the street.
Ellen had no idea how long they had driven, the lights and traffic all seeming to be a blur. She concentrated on the dreamy glow that still warmed her. Her cunt felt so warm, so nice, especially now that the pressure was off. She was still amazed at the power of her climax. And no man had even touched her! What on earth was going on in her mind? Why bad she reacted in this strange, wonderful way? She wrinkled her forehead, smoothing her palms on her naked thighs and feeling terribly vulnerable.
Then thoughts of Cindy came to her mind, and she felt her heart contract with fear. There would be time enough to think over her curious reaction to the torture.. But her daughter was still in danger, perhaps undergoing the same kind of wretched treatment from this Ed they talked about.
Ellen steeled herself, ready to endure anything as long as she could get her daughter free from these maniacs.
"Okay, baby, this is the end of the line," Joe said, switching off the engine.
Chris pulled out a coarse blanket, throwing it over her shoulders after stepping from the truck. Gingerly, Ellen slid out, her feet step ping onto gravel. Wincing, she walked toward the. large, dark two-story Victorian house in front of her. They were somewhere in the foothills of Los Angeles, a-neighborhood that was being cleared half-heartedly by the city and state for a new freeway. Most of the homes had been moved or leveled for the highway.
Joe was behind her, pushing her roughly between the shoulders and nearly knocking her to her knees. Ellen brushed the hair from her eyes, looking around the abandoned and ill-kept property. A tall wooden fence leaned precariously to one side near collapse but still keeping prying eyes away from the house on all sides but the front. She could see darkened shapes of junk protruding from the tall grass waving in the breeze. What was most ominous, however, was the complete absence of any other occupied home in the area. Down the street, she saw the large square shape and guessed it was another home still standing in the genera! bleakness. But there were no lights.
Joe threw open a door in front of her, one that led to the cellar. Ellen gathered the blanket around her tits, carefully descending the wooden steps. When she had nearly reached the bottom, the woman found herself staring into a tall, bearded man's eyes.
"So, the boys brought you here okay," Ed said, an ironic smile twisting his lips. "A little worse for wear, maybe, but what the fuck."
"Where's Cindy? Where's my daughter?" she said coldly, surprised at the strength of her own voice.
Ed's eyes twinkled at the question. Ellen could have scratched his eyes out, but she waited impatiently for his reply.
"Oh, she's safe enough on ice, you might say. Right now, we've got something better to talk about than your daughter."
"Why are you doing this to us?" Ellen demanded, unable to keep quiet.
"Because I like doing it. Because the guys out there like doing it. An4 from what I've seen of your daughter, she likes it, too."
"Liar!" Ellen screamed, her chin quivering while her gaze darted about in the dimly lit cellar.
"No one calls me that. No one," he said, gripping her by the chin with his thumb and forefinger.
Ellen thought he would shatter her jaw. The blanket slipped from her shoulders, falling like a parachute to the floor. Ed looked down at her bare tits and loosened his grip, his lips breaking into a wide grin. He had noticed the bite marks all about her nipples.
"You boys been samplin' the merchandise on the way over, huh?" Joe and Chris had just stepped down into the cellar and were grinning.
"The car wash," Joe said.
Ed laughed. "That damned . place gets more quarters from us than from regular people. She perform?"
"Like a champ, man. This bitch is real hot, real hot for a good workout."
"Good. Get the gag. We're gonna see just how good this slut can dance." The men were moving all around her, the only one remaining standing being Ed. Ellen consciously drew her hands over her cunt, wanting to grab the blanket and cover herself but terrified of making one move. Chris was back first, stepping behind her and shoving something against her lips. Ellen fought back, closing her eyes and twisting her head from side to side. It was awful tasting and hard. Someone was pressing fingers against the two junctions of her jaw, sending shocks of pain into her skull. Ellen cried out, then felt the rubber ball pressed between her teeth, shoved down until the pitted hard surface rolled over her tongue. She gagged, her throat tightening painfully while her chest heaved.
No, no! Ellen knew she couldn't vomit or she would drown in her own puke! Tears spilled from her widened eyes as she struggled against Chris behind her. Clawing her fingers upward, she began tugging at the leather straps hanging from either end of the ball as the young stud tried fastening them together behind her skull.
"Get her hands! Man, she's gonna fuck things up if we don't tie her up!" Joe shouted.
Ellen still struggled, seeing the dark-haired guy running up with two long strips of rope. While Chris tied the leather straps together that held the gagging ball in place, Joe grabbed her wrists and pulled them back behind, dropping one length of line while whipping the other around her hands. Ellen felt the rough hemp biting into her flesh, chafing her skin as the big man wrapped the rope figure-eight fashion around her wrists tightly.
In a moment, she could feel her fingers growing icy and wanted to tell her captors that they had cut off her circulation. But the gag prevented her from making all but the most muffled of sounds.
Ellen bit down on the rubber ball, pressing the tip of her tongue against the filthy surface in an attempt to push it from her mouth. . But the straps held fast around her head as the saliva built up in her throat Ed walked up to her, fishing a lighter from his shirt pocket and flicking open the silver top. He was humming a country-western tune, his eyes narrowing as he flipped the flint wheel. Tiny blue sparks flew and a longish orange flame burst from the top. Ellen held her breath, staring at the fire and wondering why he had done this. Joe was still behind her.
He let his voice drop, moving the fire around to the other nipple, then down to her cunt. She screamed through the gag, pushing her ass back against Joe's crotch. There were whispering, crackling sounds, the sounds of her blonde cunt hairs burning and turning black under the fiery attack. She folded one leg over the other protectively to hide her cunt. Joe held her steady, his breathing growing mere labored as the lighter's fire moved up along her belly, singeing the nearly invisible blonde body hairs in its path.
Ellen let out another strangled sob, her forehead creasing while her toes curled against the cold concrete until they cramped. Thoughts of her daughter temporarily disappeared as she twisted her wrists against the binding ropes, wishing she could sink into the earth anything to get away from the pain.
Ed touched the tip of the fire against her right nipple, laughing as Ellen jerked back and nearly knocked Joe off-balance. He gripped her more firmly, pulling her hands back and down until she thought she felt something pop in her shoulder. They were purposely hurting her as much as they could. Ed stepped around the groaning woman, keeping the fire lightly touching her flesh and watching as she shrank away from the flame as much as she could. Then. he brought the fire down to her ass, letting the flame flatten itself against the rounded cheeks of her ass.
Ellen squealed, jumping free and finding herself pitching forward onto the floor. Without her arms free to balance her, the woman pitched headlong onto the concrete, banging her forehead against the floor.
"Get the bitch up, and let's have some fun. with her," Ed said.
Again Ellen felt hands pawing her, gripping her round her upper arms and pulling her to her feet. She leaned heavily against Joe and Ed, who dragged her forward, steadying the woman while Chris was fumbling with something on the wall. She heard a rubbing sound above her but kept her head lowered, squeezing her shoulders together and trying to get her breathing under control. They were fastening something to the rope binding her wrists to one another. Then Joe stepped back and said something. Immediately she felt her wrists being pulled up the small of her back while squeaking sounds filled the room.
Ellen caught sight of Chris turning a small winch clockwise. Snapping her head up, the woman saw a set of three pulleys screwed tightly into the ceiling, the rope threaded through the wheels and coming down behind her. They were going to hang her from the ceiling! Ellen cried out, biting down hard on the ball. The rope was stretching her arms back and up, the resulting tension sending shocks of pulling agony through her shoulders. She bent over, jerking her ass up, standing on her toes in a vain attempt to lessen the pressure. Nothing worked. There was only the steady increase of tension around her upper arms.
Unnfnnfnnfffff!" Her wrists were halfway up her spine now, her arms refusing to bend back any father. The pulleys groaned from the added weight as the rope grew taut and Ellen's feet swung clear of the floor. They were going to hang her up like a piece of meat! And bow that awful rope was threatening to tear her arms from their sockets! "She looks pretty nice strung up that way. You can stop it now, Chris. I don't want the bitch swinging all the way from the ceiling," Ed said, stroking his beard thoughtfully.
Chris locked the winch tightly, checking the rope then moving up to his buddies.
"Whatcha gonna do now?" Joe asked.
Ed said nothing, stepping to a tall green metal cabinet to the right and opening the dented door. Ellen followed his hands, seeing strange looking things hanging. from Various hooks inside. He paused for a second, then fished out a multi-thronged riding crop, the leather ends knotted. Slamming the door shut, the big man snapped the thing in the air, the thongs crackling noisily against one another.
Ellen swung gently from the rope, her body twisting first to the right, then to the left, her shoulder sockets throbbing agonizingly with the pulling pain. She blinked the tears from her eyes, searching the room once for some sign of her daughter before another surge of pain took her mind from that thought.