Chapter 6
Ellen woke up on the floor, one leg crossed over the other, her right arm draped over her face. At first, she didn't want to move, afraid someone might hurt her. Opening her eyes cautiously, she peered through her long lashes and discovered she was in the dark. Breathing quietly, she focused her sight and hearing, listening for the slightest indication that there was another human in here. Nothing. Ellen moved cautiously, feeling the terrible cramping ache in her shoulders from that awkward hanging position she had been in.
Stifling a moan, the woman brought her arms around, wincing at the pain. Yes. The rope had been slipped from her wrists. She was free at least, as free as they were going to let her be. Straightening her body, Ellen rolled onto her ass, stretching her legs and arms, puffing the cramped muscles back in place.
The horror of everything that had happened to her crashed in on the woman like a bomb. They had raped her fucked her in the ass. And all the beating bad shattered her mind, her self-respect. Ed and his buddies bad treated her with less respect than a cockroach.
And still, Ellen thought with a despairing sigh, she bad seen no sign of her daughter. Were they playing with her mind? Was Cindy really here? Ellen groaned, putting her head in her hands. If only she knew where her daughter was! Cindy, meanwhile, was having problems of her own.
Joe and Chris taunted her with images of her mother being strung up and ass-fucked.
Cindy tried closing her ears to the awful remarks, bringing her knees together so at least the men would stop leering at her cunt. Yes, she could hear the screams and cries of her mother while Ed was beating her. She could hear the dry smacking sounds of the leather riding crop against her mother's flesh. And then.., then came those odd shrieks. They sounded as if they came from a small animal being devoured alive! Cindy shivered, thinking of her mother and wondering what on earth they were doing to her. Would they make her an orphan? Her mother certainly sounded as if she were dying! They had dragged Cindy from the small closet she'd been pushed into earlier. Lying there on the floor, Cindy saw the pulleys where her mother had hung. Desperately, she looked around, but she saw no trace of Ellen. Had they killed her? Were they that sick? She didn't think so. But then again, they could have made a mistake, a miscalculation in their beating and killed her. She wanted to ask. But fear of the truth kept her silent.
Chris and Joe were talking to Ed quietly in the corner, nodding in Cindy's direction from time to time. The girl felt like some odd animal being studied, and she wished they would get on with what they wanted or let her go. They had shamed her, raped her, fucked her, ripped what was left of her modesty from her. The girl knew she would never be able to look in the mirror and find a respectable girl staring back. They had turned her into their private whore! "Let one see what the other does. That should loosen 'em up a little," Joe said with a malicious gleam in his eyes.
"Good idea! Bring the bitch back in here," Ed said, backing up toward the young girl.
Cindy panicked, scooting back, her body rubbing against the floor like a snake's. She didn't want her mother to see her like this! Surely she would know what had happened to her daughter, and that thought made Cindy want to die of shame. Fucked! Fucked in this horrible way. And her mother would know everything! There were more scuffling sounds, cries of protest coming from the other end of the large underground room. Cindy heard her mother's voice and shivered, rolling onto her side. Ed kicked her brutally in the face, pushing her onto her back and keeping his booted foot on her tits as Joe and Chris dragged in the protesting Ellen.
"Cindy! Oh, God, what've they done to you?" Ellen screamed, struggling against both men who held her by the arms.
"Mama... oh, please don't yell at me!" Cindy cried, tears of shame rushing down her flushed cheeks.
Cindy inched her arms together as much as she could to hide her nipples. But she knew the tell-tale marks and welts on her thighs told her mother everything. She wanted to die as she heard Ellen scream wild accusations at the men holding her.
"You're shitin' me, baby," Joe said, slapping the woman hard across the face. "You keep yellin' like that, and I'm gonna give you somethin' to keep you nice and quiet."
"Hey, let's give the little girl a taste of what the old lady went through," Chris said, brightening as he looked up at die hanging pulleys.
"No! Don't! God in heaven, don't do that to her. Sweet Jesus, I'll do anything, but uhhhh!" Joe slapped her again, this time sticking three fingers into her mouth and forcing her jaw down until Ellen thought he was going to rip it from her skull. With a savage punch in the front teeth, he knocked her head back, warning her again not to say one word.
Cindy did nothing, terrified that her mother would suffer awe if she were to protest. Meekly, she let them scoop her from the floor, dragging her to a point just below the pulleys and forcing her to stand. She felt like a whore standing there naked, berths exposed in that dreadful way, hot cunt wide open, waiting for another fucker. She said nothing as Ed brought the rope down ad fastened it around the ropes binding her wrists together. Chris moved back to the winch and turned it until Cindy began to stand on her toes.
"Keep it there. I don't wait the little bitch stretched thin,'! he said, watching Cindy's pulled tight high above hot while her tits flattened against her upper chest.
The girl sobbed, trying to twist away from her mother's steady gaze. It was impossible. "Now, let's see a little action," Ed said.
Joe shrugged, walking up to Cindy, then bringing a doubled fist down hard into her belly. The girl shrieked, her bead snapping back. Ellen screamed as well, struggling against Ed who had taken over the job of holding her prisoner. When Joe slapped Cindy to the mat, the girl lost control of herself, pissing onto her thighs and making the men laugh. Cindy groaned at what they were doing to her, blinking away the tears of shame as she hung there suspended from the ropes by her wrists. The puddle of piss was around her toes.
"Since she's so hot she's gotta piss every time she gets somethin' round her pussy, maybe we ought to see what she's gonna do with some real action on her," Ed remarked.
Both women watched as he picked up an odd mechanical device. Cindy thought it looked very much like a man's prick. But there were all sort. of strange-looking tiny brushes poking up from the pink plastic coating. Sticking from the flat end were two black wires twisting around one another and winding up in a small steel box.
Ed picked up the dildo and looked from Ellen to Cindy, then back to Ellen again.
"I think you're the one who'd enjoy this more," be said with a smirk. "But it's time the little slut learns what this is all about. We'll have less problems later "Don't . . . don't hurt her," Ellen whispered, the words dying on her lips.
Ed walked up to the teenager, holding the contraption at the wired end. He waved it in front of Cindy, pressing the tapered head against her nose and laughing as the girl shivered and shreak from the device. With a quick mow, he spread her cunt lips apart pushing three-quarters of that odd looking dildo into her pussy.
Cindy's face went white, her jaws slackening at the sudden penetration. The girl jerked her knees up, banging them together while bouncing on the ropes. God, how those tiny brushes hurt! Cindy felt the bristles cutting into her cunt flesh, scratching up into her pussy while that broad-nosed dildo stretched her tight little cunt more and more. Swinging from her wrists like a pendulum, Cindy sobbed balefully, wishing she could somehow push that awful probe out of her cunt.
Ed pushed a button at the end of the small box, and all hell broke loose. Cindy's mind exploded while her body jerked and danced obscenely on the rope. Her legs kicked apart constantly while her head jolted and jerked. Spit frothed from her moth, bubbling over her lower lip and oozing down her chin while the cords stood out on her neck. She tried screaming, but found herself gagging on her own saliva. It was like having an animal clawing and tearing through her pussy; Those tiny brushes were wired for current, twirling around at the same time they sent electricity sparking into her cunt.
Cindy could smell something burning. Her cunt hairs were smoldering from the amperage! She threw back her head and shrieked like a damned soul in hell, her muscles flexing and spasming.
"Stop it! My God in heaven, stop it!" Ellen gasped, not believing what she was watching.
It was horrid, seeing Cindy jerk about like that. The girl's tits flopped up, striking her chin while her chest heaved mightily. It looked as if her bones were shattering from the current while her cunt continued to burn under the electrical assault. She screamed again, and her eyes glazed over and rolled back in her head..
Ellen's body trembled with an involuntary shudder at the awful sight.
There were the men standing there, laughing at this horribly sick scene while she was held there, unable to help her own daughter! Cindy was begging for help, screaming for mercy while the current made her cuntal muscles spasm shut and drag that horrid device even deeper into her pussy hole.
Ed released the button on the box and Cindy slumped on her ropes, her head hanging down while her long hair curtained her flushed face.
"Come here," he ordered Ellen.
Ellen felt the restraining hands drop from her shoulders immediately. What did he want of her? She moved a step, hesitated, then looked at Cindy, and moved another step. She couldn't antagonize him... not now, not with that horrible thing shoved into her daughter's cunt. Later she would have her terrible revenge. But now Ed was in command. When she drew closer she saw that the big mans prick was stiff, pressing hard against his fly. What was he going to do, Fuck her in front of her daughter? Would that make him feel like a man? Once again she fought back the desire to tell him what she really thought of him. That would come later.
"Get down on your knees and suck my cock," he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanking her face up against his. She could feel his beer-tainted breath pumping against her nose. "And do a good job of it, or you can change places with Cindy here." Ellen had suspected it would be something like this. She saw her daughter open her eyes and peer down at her mother in surprise. They all wanted to humiliate her in front of Cindy, as they had humiliated the girl in front of her. When the pain became too great in her scalp, Ellen bent her knees, feeling herself ease down to the floor while Ed freed his cock with his other hand.
"Uh!" she gasped.
There it was, the long-dreaded cunt-splitter sticking straight out from his open Levi's. She stared at the thick hard-on jerking in front of her, droplets of pre-cum oozing from the piss slit. She had sucked cock before. She had done it many times with her husband, and had had some wonderful experiences with cock-sucking. But this was a rape, a degradation in front of her own daughter, who hung in front of her tortured and half out of her mind with pain and fear.
Ed pushed his cock closer to her face, demanding once more that she swallow his cockmeat.
Defeated, Ellen remained on her knees, open big her mouth and tilting her head back a little. She felt the fat cockhead slipping over the tip of her tongue, jerking up against her upper teeth, then sliding into her mouth. Ed sighed, his hands dropping to the sides of her head as he bent his knees slightly and pushed his prick in.
Ellen swallowed, tasting the salty, bleachy flavor of his pre-cum. After a few moments, she swept her tongue along the underside of the fat prick shaft, tickling the underside of his prickhead, then moving it around the top until she had the big stud groaning like a helpless baby.
For the first time since they had dragged her here, she had one of them under her control. He was helpless, his knees shaking against the sides of her head while his belly tightened with excitement.
"Yeah, baby, that's it, move that hot mouth ... uhhhh, man, oh man, you got good ways to do this, bitch! Man, you've had lots of practice" Ed crooned, smoothing his fingers aver her hair.
He was fucking her mouth faster now, making his hips back and forth, sliding his cock over her tongue until the cockhead brushed over her tonsils and flattened against the back of her throat. Ellen had to tilt her head to one side then in order to breathe, the fat prickhead blocking her throat. She felt his balls pillowing up against her chin while her fingers were pressing her head harder and harder. She moaned, her tits flopping together. Altering her movements, Ellen twisted her head about, feeling her cheeks puff out each time Ed fucked his cock deep into her throat.
Ellen could hear her daughter moaning. Yes, yes, she knew what she was doing embarrassed Cindy. But there was no choice. She remembered how her daughter had looked bouncing on that rope, that horrid dildo causing her all that pain. She had to protect Cindy. She saw movement to her left and caught sight of Chris and Joe watching her !ips move. They wanted her too, but they knew Ed had her first.
In spite of her loathing for these men and what they had done to her and her daughter, Ellen was starting to feel that warm, tight sensation again radiating out from her pussy. She brought her hands down to her cunt, peeling back the outer pussy labes with her thumbs and stroking the hot, slick flesh of her pussy. Were they watching her? Had they noticed? She didn't really give a damn. She groaned again, licking her tongue over the top of his cockhead, then poking the tip teasingly in his piss slit to draw out more of the delicious-tasting pre-cum. Her hair fell over her face while she fucked one finger down deep into her cunt. She felt the tiny muscles start to respond, the cunt wails snugging up against her probing finger while her clit throbbed itchily against her right thumb. Sighing, Ellen pulled back her head, flicking her tongue rapidly over and over the spit-slicked prickhead before plunging back down and flattening her nose against the man's hairy groin.
"Christ! She's gonna go nuts with my rod," Ed gasped.
He was hammering his crotch against her face now, his fingers spread alongside her skull while his knees caught her head and kept it in place.
"Take the fuckin' box. I wanna hear that bitch scream again," he said, nodding to Joe.
What had he said? Ellen stopped her cock sucking, opening her eyes just in time to see Joe with that horrid metal box in his hands.
In a moment, she could hear Cindy shrieking once again. They were torturing her once more, sending voltage through her while laughing at her bouncing body.
But there was little Ellen could do. Her cock-sucking had given her daughter a respite. But now it was business as usual. She let her head fall back down once more, sliding the flat of her tongue along the bulging ridge through which Ed's cum would shoot in a second. She kept curling her tongue around the cock shaft, teasing his prick until the big stud sounded as if he were going wild. Her fingers began flailing around the soft, moist pink flesh of her clit, teasing the tiny organ.
Soon, her daughter's cries had quite a different effect on Ellen. Pumping her mouth back and forth, filling her throat with the big man's prickmeat, Ellen found herself growing more and more aroused until she almost wished one of the men would knock her to the floor and fuck her to death while her daughter watched.
"More! Give that little bitch more current while this slut sucks me off! Fuck, man these two are somethin' else!" Ed cried out, his head thrown back.
Ellen held his fat prick and pumped it in and out of her mouth. She clamped her lips tightly, spit frothing out from her lips and dribbling down her chin. It was wonderful, the best feeling ever, doing this! He had her down on the floor, trapped between his knees, degrading her by fucking her throat while her screaming daughter was being electrocuted above her.
Cindy was going out of her mind, her body bouncing up and down, her cunt feeling as if knives were tearing through the cunt wails and pulling her guts from her body. She looked down every now and then, certain she would see blood flowing from her violated fuck-hole. And there, there was her mother, kneeling down, finger-fucking herself, sucking that man's prick! How she hated Ellen right then, wishing she could kick her in the face. Another jolt of electricity stronger than the others tore the thought from her mind. Only the sheer agony of having her cunt fried had reality for her. Throwing her head back, she screamed like a dying animal.
"Suck it. Come on, baby, suck... uhhhh, yeahhhh!" Ellen felt the spurts of jizz spattering against the back of her throat. He was filling up her mouth with his hot cum, keeping his hairy crotch sealed against her flattened lips while his balls pumped more and more hot cum down her throat. She coughed, gagging on the thick jizz, feeling it start to slime down her throat to her belly. Good! She had placated him. Perhaps now he would release her daughter from the agony of being shot through with all that voltage.
"Man, good! Hey, cunt the juice out from that bitch over there," Ed said, his forehead wrinkling with irritation.
Joe switched off the voltage, and Cindy hung limply from the ropes. She looked down at her cum-drinking mother, fighting back the desire to scream. There were no bad people here at least, among the women. The men were to blame, Cindy realized. She and her mother were only victims. And God only knew how much longer they could remain live victims.