Chapter 7
"Please, no more, no more," Cindy begged, shaking her head from side to side.
Ed was holding that riding crop again, touching the young girl's tits with it. Ellen sat there, exhausted from having swallowed all that fizz. She brought one hand down around her chin, cleaning herself while she watched with a held breath. No. They wouldn't whip her daughter in front of her! Oh God, only that was missing from this horror. Then Ed smiled, turning toward Ellen.
"I'll bet you were one of those moms who never struck their kids. . . all that psychology shit, right? It's time to try something different now. Never too late." He threw the whip down at Ellen's feet. She stared at the weapon, not believing what she had heard. Whip her own daughter? Cause her more pain than she's suffered already? And to do it in front of these leering men who wanted nothing more than to humiliate them both? "No!" she cried.
"You heard me. You don't have a choice," Ed snarled, picking up the crop and thrusting it into her belly.
Ellen grunted, falling back, her fingers gripping the ribbed handle. It felt warm, almost comfortable in her fingers. Shaking the hair from her eyes, she looked up at Ed and saw he was implacable. Cindy hung there, shaking her head slowly, mouthing the word "no" to her mother. The thought of striking her own daughter sickened Ellen. Scrambling up from the floor, regaining her balance, Ellen dragged the thongs of the crop along the floor, standing in front of her terrified daughter. She thought of bringing the crop down over Ed's leering face. He deserved it. So did the other twos Instead, she raised the weapon and brought it down sharply across Cindy's thighs. The girl shrieked, her legs kicking out.
"That's the way! Harder, harder!" Ed demanded, his hands on his hips.
"No! Momma, no, no, not" Cindy begged, her eyes wide with fear.
"I have to, baby I have to," Ellen moaned, looking into Ed's eyes and seeing the wild gleam burning.
She shuddered, bringing her arm up. The leather whistled through the air, biting into Cindy's belly just above her navel. The girl shrieked her head snapping forward while the air blew from her lungs. Again and again, Ellen whipped her daughter, trying to bring the whiffing leather down on the more supple parts of her body avoiding spots where she could cause serious injury.
But the girl didn't notice her mother's care. She screamed obscenities down at Ellen, calling her every name she could think of while her body jerked and bounced out the creaking pulleys.
"That's it! Make her know she's getting a good beating!" Ed urged.
Ellen found herself caught up with the contagious wildness of Ed and the others. As much as she had tried to fight back, she now found herself brought into the excitement. For a change, she was inflicting punishment on this poor girl, even if the girl was her own daughter.
"Yaghghghhh!" Cindy cried.
Ellen felt her pulse quicken while her body grew damp with perspiration. She felt a warm flush making her cheeks burn and her belly hot. Spreading her legs apart for better balance, the woman whipped Cindy again and again, the leather starting to leave long red marks on the girl's flesh. In a moment, she found herself enjoying her daughter's shrill screams of pain.
When Ellen appeared to grow tired, Joe switched on the box, making the dildo come alive in Cindy's cunt once more. The blonde teenager shrieked, her legs kicking Out and twitching while her tits bounced up and down more savagely than before. Ellen dropped the whip, falling to her knees and stretching her clasped hands out to Ed.
"Please, please . . leave her alone. Don't make her endure this anymore," she begged, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Ed cursed, seeing that Cindy had already passed out. He could only see the whites of her eyes, and her body merely swayed from side to side, even with the full current sparking through her emit. Cutting of the voltage, he walked over to the still, hanging girl, pulling the dildo from her pussy, then ordering Chris and Joe to bring her down. Ellen murmured thanks, hugging herself, wondering if she would ever be able to forgive herself for having beaten her own daughter like that.
"Take the garbage back to the rooms over there," Ed said, checking his wristwatch. "Separate rooms. Don't want 'em moanin' away together and gettin' all mushy. They'll have plenty of time for that later." Joe dragged Cindy away, her toes scraping over the floor while Chris manhandled Ellen. She sobbed, keeping her face away from her daughter, wondering if Cindy would ever forgive her for the horror she had caused her. With a shove, Chris pushed the woman into a small room, slamming the door behind her. There was only silence, the silence in which she could think about what she'd done. Falling onto her knees, Ellen broke into sobs, wondering how she could ever forgive herself.
In another room, Cindy came to her senses slowly, trembling. She could still almost feel that awful thing in her cunt, shooting out sparks, making her pussy ache and quiver while she endured the savage beating from that whip. That had been the hardest thing to endure watching her mother gleefully beating her, bringing the weapon down again and again against her flesh until she finally passed out from the overload of' sensations.
What Cindy tried to push from her mind was the fact that, just before she had fainted, she had cum and cum hard. Her mother's whipping had pushed her over the edge. The men hadn't noticed, and Ellen certainly was unaware of it. Rut Cindy had felt her cuntal muscles snap shut on the electrified dildo, drawing the thing farther up into her fuck-hole and milking at it.
Cindy rose from the floor, scratching her head and feeling weaker than ever. It seemed Eke ages since Joe and Chris had abducted her from the sidewalk and dragged her here. How much had happened to her! What a different girl she was now! Then footsteps coming up to the door made her shrink back and push those uncomfortable thoughts from her mind. She would have more than enough time to think of them later. Right now she felt herself shrinking from the sounds of those boots, feeling like a bug about to be squashed. Ohhh, if only she could somehow transport herself away from here and be safely in h& bed! That thought made the teen feel even worse. She bit down on her pouty lower lip, drawing her hands over her tits and bringing her knees together.
The door flew open and a stream of yellow light flooded into the daftness. Cindy shielded her eyes, seeing that it was Chris.
"The other guys are upstairs havin' a beer and congratulatin' themselves on what they done," he said, wiping his nose with one hand. "I got better things to do down here than drink." Cindy wished he would change his mind. She curled up more tightly in the corner, wishing she could sink away from the blond guy. When he came toward her, she began to moan, her body shivering as if she had felt a deathly chill come over her.
Chris liked seeing that in a woman. He kicked her foot, hearing her cry out. Then he raised his left leg, placing the heel just below her throat. She jerked her hands up, holding them protectively over her windpipe just as Chris dropped his heel against her.
He kicked her flat, pressing down until her head banged the floor. She fought against the foot, her legs kicking up, hitting him against the shins while her fingers clutched at the rough Levi material. She pushed with all her might, writhing under the pressure while Chris turned his boot and pressed the filthy sole against her lips.
"Come on and lick it, baby. That's the way, lick my boot real nice and clean." Cindy nearly retched at the thought of doing what he said. But as the seconds ticked by, the pressure against her throat increased. She had no choice. The memory of that terrible electrified dildo in her cunt told the teenagers these men would stop at nothing to get their way.
She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and licking the filth from Chris' boot tip. He laughed, watching her, moving his boot around, instructing her 'to clean out the wells with her tongue. At least, Cindy thought, the pressure against her windpipe had lessened. He was more concerned about watching the dirty black leather being cleaned with her tongue and lips. Three times, the girl turned her head, spitting out the vile mixture of spit and dirt while she held her belly with both hands to keep from vomiting.
"Good dog, baby, good dog. Man, you missed your callin," Chris said with a laugh, watching as Cindy finished lapping the second boot. He pulled his feet away, watching the girl spit out the last mixture, then scoot into her corner, hoping this would be the end. "But we still got some time. I got me a set of clean boots. Ain't got a place to go yet, but I need somethin' else cleaned out." He winked, motioning to the girl to follow him.
Cindy wiped a tear from under her eye and started to get up. He stopped her with a palms down gesture.
"You're so fuckin' good at lickin'. You're gonna get outta here on all fours, like a bitch dog. Come on, baby, come on," he said with a low laugh, clapping his hands in front of him and backing out of the worn.
Getting into a crouched position, the girl began crawling forward, her tits pulling sexily down from her upper chest. When she put her right hand forward, Chris came down with the heel of one boot, crushing it against her knuckles. Falling to her face, Cindy begged him to take his foot away, but he increased the pressure. Raising his other foot, the young stud kicked her in the face, 'pressing the filthy sole against her lips. Cindy twisted her face away from his foot, shouting again, collapsing to the floor as she thought for sure he had broken her hand.
"Come on, get up!" Chris shouted, dragging her head up by her hair and pulling her forward.
Cindy sobbed, getting back on her hands and knees, her fingers hurting from the injury. The young blonde crawled that way into the large room, warily eyeing the pulley assembly she had become all too familiar with in the past few hours. Groaning as Chris pulled her hair to the right, she followed.
"Over there," Chris said.
He pulled her to the right, dragging Cindy over the floor until she felt her chin bang against something. Looking down and focusing her eyes, she found herself staring into a filthy toilet bowl. Rearing back, the girl didn't care if strands of her hair were tearing from her scalp. She kept pulling from Chris, even though he grabbed more hair and' twisted it around.
"Hey, bitch, you're gonna do what I want even though you don't like it. Now come here." Thank God, there was no shit in the toilet. But Cindy thought she could smell pin in the fetid water. Chris dragged her back go the open bowl. He had her chin pressed up against the front of the rim now. Holding her shoulders, he kicked her knees up against the then grabbed her hair once more and started pushing her face toward the water. Cindy balked, her hands jerking up and gripping the tip of the toilet bowl. She pushed up with all her might, doing everything she could to prevent him from dunking her face into the water.
"You're gonna lick it clean, you understand? You're gonna be my toilet bowl cleaner for the night."
"No, no!," Cindy nearly retched at the thought. Her arm muscles bulged as she fought against the pressure. But her resistance was useless. He was pushing her down into the mess, his right hand gripping her neck now while his knees wedged her body tightly against the stool. In a moment, her hair was dipping in to the water. Her nostrils flared, the sour bile rising iii her throat as she saw her reflection in the still, yellowish water. Her breaths stirred the surface.
Again, Cindy tried to twist her body away from the big guy above her. But nothing could prevent the inevitable. With one push, Chris shoved her face into the piss-stained water.
Cindy felt the cold wetness cover her face. It was like diving into a pool. Suddenly all the sounds around her had been drowned out. She heard a faint gurgling around her ears while the filthy liquid splashed around her eyes and nose. She gasped, feeling the resulting bubbles tickle her chin and cheeks. Her fingers still gripped the toilet bowl lip, working against the slick porcelain. She was vainly trying to lift her head from the water.
Chris pulled her head out after a few seconds of submersion. Cindy twisted her head around and coughed, spitting out the foul mixture. She smelled something awful and realized to her dismay that it was her. He was laughing at her, pressing his knees even harder against her body to keep her steady while his fingers never left her neck. When Cindy trje4 reasoning with him, saying she would do an$'thing if he let her go, she got another dunking.
"Ungngnffff!" This time she had prepared herself somewhat, having sucked in a deep breath before having her face pushed into the toilet bowl once again. This time Chris kept her under the foul water longer than before. She began blowing out small breaths of air as her lungs began to burn. Her fingers slipped along the outside of the bowl while the water was starting to fill up her ears and nostrils. When he kicked her, the girl found herself blowing out all her oxygen. She was suffocating, drowning in this filthy toilet bowl! Her knees went out from under her as she clawed at the smooth porcelain, struggling once more to pull her head from the filthy liquid.
"Don't like it down there, I thought you'd dig somethin' like that... real kinky, real neat. There's more for you too, bitch. You're gonna dig it," he said, pulling her head from the bowl and dragging the coughing girl away from the toilet.
Cindy felt the room spinning round her as she sucked in air to feed her lungs. She had nearly drowned in that horrid toilet. And he was obviously going to do more to her. She felt her naked ass dragging over the concrete, her knees striking objects and turning them over. Chris didn't seem to care what was happening around them. He had his mind set on something else, pulling her after him like an old sack.
"Hey, what the fuck you doin' down there?" Ed shouted from above.
"Just finish your beer. I ain't hurtin' nothing," Chris called back.
"It's not true! He's killing me!" Cindy shouted.
But her plea was met only with cruel laughter from upstairs. He pulled her a few. feet more to the left, then droppe4 her to the floor. Looking up, Cindy found' herself near an old fashioned bathtub. It stood against one wall, its surface supported by four lion-like legs that were brown with rust. For a moment the girl thought he was going to give her a bath, which she needed now in the worst way.
"You like to scream and shout, eh?" he said, his face darkening.
For a moment, Cindy thought he was going to hit her with the back of his hand. She had been struck so many times this evening she was growing numb to it. She almost wished he would hit her so she could show him how she defied pain.
"I'll give you something to yell about. When I'm through with you here, you won't be able to stop shouting." He reached for her wrist, his face close, his boot heels rubbing hard against her knees. "When I'm through with you you'll be yellin' for somethin' like a prison. It would be better than you'll get here." She could hear more laughter from upstairs.
Obviously, Ed and Joe approved of what Chris was doing. Cursing, he dragged her up until she was half-standing, half-kneeling, her back against the tub. With another push, he knocked her down into the bottom, her legs scissoring overhead while her arms flailed out to either side. She whimpered, her taut asscheeks flattening against the cold, hard surface. Immediately, Cindy scooted back, her heels near the drain while her spine pressed against the curved surface.
"Stay where you are. There's no place you can run to, anyway," Chris said.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered, her lower lip trembling as she looked around and wondered what he was going to do. Chris tore off his boots and pants, turning around and dropping them behind him. Cindy cringed, the cold porcelain sending shudders through her. She could feel the skin around her nipples tightening, making her nipples stand out while goose bumps broke out all ova her tits. Tucking her knees back against her tits, she watched him as he finished undressing. Moving away into the shadows, Chris kicked several things from his path, turning on a sink faucet. Cindy could hear the water running, could hear him gulping it down. When he returned, his prick was partially hard, swinging as he walked.
"Now, you do what I tell you. Understand?"
"Yes, yes," she whimpered.
He was so young, so handsome, and yet so evil. He had learned from the others all too well. And as he climbed into the tub, standing in front of her, Cindy could only guess as to what new horrors lay in store for her.