Chapter 5
Rudy and Serena removed her from the stocks long after Abram had finished his rape of her ass and had disappeared somewhere back into the bowels of the mansion. They fed her and gave her water to drink, then they led her down one of the dark halls to a room she had not seen before. It was filled with large devices, containers and crates, but the one they led her to seemed the simplest of all. At least until they locked her inside.
All four walls of the strange thing were made of glass, rising six feet from the slanted concrete floor so that Cindy had more than enough room to stand. A large concrete cone rose between her feet, forcing her legs apart as she straddled it. In the base of the cone were drains.
Set into each of the glass walls were several mountings at various heights for water and air guns, the nozzles much like those found in a dentist's office door, but now she painfully bumped into one with the cheek of her ass. She twisted away from the offending piece of metal only to scratch another one across the skin of her back. Looking at one carefully, she watched it move as the youths sat in chairs on opposite sides of her and tested a panel of buttons and handles that looked much like the butts and triggers of hand-held guns.
Then they smiled at her as a jet of boiling water splashed against her stomach.
"Ouch!" Cindy yelped and slapped a hand into the scalding liquid on her skin.
Then another hard, narrow stream of the burning fluid nipped the cheeks of her ass. Her hand swiped at the spot, trying to wipe the hot water away.
"We were just testing the equipment," Serena purred. "The game hasn't even begun."
"What . . . game?" Cindy asked.
"It's no fun scalding you just anywhere," Rudy answered from across the glass booth. "So the only thing that counts is when we hit your tits, pussy or asshole. The asshole is the best-the hardest shot-of them all, so we get three points for that."
"Points?" Cindy almost screamed. "You mean you're going to burn me for just a silly game where you get points?"
"The water's hot enough to hurt, but not enough to do any damage," Serena explained as if that made everything all right. "After all, if we miss all three of the targets, we even lose a point, so it's not like you have to protect everything."
"Just your tits, cunt and ass!" Rudy laughed sadistically and sent a jet stream of boiling water splashing into her left tit.
Cindy groaned and wiped at it, trying to get rid of the scalding liquid.
"That's not fair!" Serena demanded. "You didn't give me a warning that you were about to start!"
"No rules!" he whooped and shot a jet onto Cindy's other tit.
Cindy looked down at him in disbelief as both of her palms smothered the surface of her abused tits. Then, suddenly, her asshole was on fire, and hot water trickled down the backs of her legs.
"Three points!" Serena yelled gleefully.
Cindy whirled to put her asshole out of range. But no matter how much she turned, she was always facing some of the threatening jets while others aimed at her butt. The hands of the youths danced over the buttons, arming new spigots to follow their targets.
A new burst, spat out in a hard, narrow stream, licked along her pussy lips and Rudy shouted out his new claim. One of Cindy's hands dipped to cover the sudden pain, but exposing one of her tits. Within seconds, a new jet of fluid exploded across her bare nipple. Her other hand slipped across in reaction, and hot water splashed over the titty it had just left.
"Noooo!" Cindy wailed, her arm covering her chest while her other hand hid her cunt. "It's too hot! It's burning me!"
A boiling stream drilled right into her still-tender asshole.
Cindy jerked erect. But covering her ass with her hand did little good since it left her pussy completely exposed. Rudy was quick to punish her there and to claim his additional score.
Cindy wanted to stand, to just let them have their way, perhaps taking some of the fun out of the game. She knew that her clamor and twisting from the pain simply drove them on by providing the thrill. Points really meant nothing; it was her pain and fear that was their reward. But no matter how much she resolved to stand stiff, tight-lipped and unprotected, a jet of boiling water burning against her cunt or ass broke down her determination. Once again her hand would dive and her body would whirl only to meet a brutal stream from the other side.
Before, there had been agony, shame and restraint, but it had always linked directly to sex. The cattle prod had been a way to force her across the desk, and the stocks a method to bind her while Abram raped her ass.
This was completely different. There were no cocks or cunts to suck or lick, and she was not being held in place for some other variety of rape. This game had only one purpose-to cause pain and fear.
And that realization seemed to take something out of the game for the two youths. No longer was Cindy afraid of the water jets-she knew that they would hurt her and she tried to protect herself the best way she could. One arm crossed tightly across her tits, while her wrist protected her cunt with fingers crawling past her crotch to lace across her asshole.
The youths could squirt and burn her almost anywhere on her body, perhaps even the base of her titties, but she denied them the most sought-after targets of her nipples, cunthole and butt. Long minutes had passed since either of them had shouted claims of their points, and the jetting water became only an occasional event. Sopping wet, but reasonably undaunted now, Cindy had been the winner of the game.
It was only a short time before they removed her from the booth. Both of them were disgruntled but unwilling to admit aloud that Cindy had beaten their machine. For the first time since she had come there, the young girl's confidence was returning and she had a defiant lift to her chin.
But her two young captors weren't ready to concede anything to their captive just yet. They walked her, one on each arm, across the room, then pushed her up a ladder attached to the side of a large vat. "We're going to let you go swimming for awhile," Rudy explained with a wicked smile.
The top was only five feet up, but the large container was obviously sunk into the floor. About three feet below the rim, the surface of the water lay deathly still.
Cindy turned back to Rudy, who was perched on the ladder just behind her naked ass.
"It's loaded with minerals in it," he told her, urging her up over the rim. "As long as you lay on your back real still, you can't help but float. It's just like the Great Salt Lake-you almost have to work at it to sink."
The vat was six feet by four feet with walls of smooth metal. She had no way to guess how deep. A short rope ladder led down the closest inside wall and Cindy stepped out onto one of its flexible rungs.
A foot dipped into it, and the water was pleasantly warm, not too much cooler than when she would step out of her bath. The rope ladder ended eighteen inches below the surface. She stepped off the bottom rung and sank feet first, slicing through the surface of the water headed for the bottom. One hand trailed upward so she could judge its depth.
Her head went under and the water bitterly stung her eyes. Then her toes struck bottom and ended her plunge. It was more than six feet deep and the water covered her head by at least a foot. There was nowhere that she could easily stand.
She broke back through the surface with hands searching for the rope ladder. Her .eyes were completely blurred from the stinging liquid, and everything looked like it was still underwater. When her hands came up empty, she twisted to the other wall in case she had inadvertently turned during her plunge. Still nothing.
Kicking with her feet to stay afloat, she pawed at her eyes with wet hands, hoping to clear them enough to see the rungs. Finally a tunnel of vision returned and she glanced about. Then she looked up. Rudy was holding the rope ladder high in his hands as he leaned back over the edge.
"I told you we wanted you to float, not just jump in then crawl back out. If all we wanted to do was to get you wet, I could have used the water hose for that."
He draped the ladder back over the outside. It would do her no good now, she thought irritatedly, as she tread water. Maybe the rim wasn't too high.
Her hands flurried in the water, swirling against it while pressing down. Her shoulders and chest broke the surface and she kicked furiously with her feet. She climbed above the surface like a porpoise, finally reaching her peak with the surface slightly above her waist.
She lunged forward, slapping at the smooth metal wall. Her fingers fell a good six inches short of catching the rim. She sank back in, water flowing over her face, causing her to sputter and her eyes to blur.
Quickly she rolled over onto her back and spread her arms and legs. She floated along the surface. He hadn't been kidding, she thought, as the rebounding waves of her previous motion slowly died. The water was so chemical-laden that it was no effort to float, and it felt like she was stretched out on a warm, comfortable waterbed.
"See how easy it is," he chided her from his perch above the rim. "I told you that you could float with no problem as long as you lay real still. If you jerk around, you're going to sink, but you know how that works. The trick is to see how easy you can take it no matter how much you want to twist about."
Cindy was sure there was more to it than that, but, for the hfe of her, she couldn't figure out what.
She forced herself to relax even more and felt the upward pressure of the heavy water buoying her even higher on the surface. The top of her head nudged against one of the walls, but just the wiggling of her fingertips was enough to float her gently away.
It was almost pleasant, she decided, certainly more relaxing than anything she had seen at the school. It was unbelievable that they would put her into something so easy, which actually gave her a chance to rest. After the rape of her asshole that morning, followed by the jets of boiling water, the time in the vat almost seemed like a vacation to the battered young girl.
Cindy smiled to herself. She could lay there all day if she had to.
A click in the wall near her feet caught Cindy's attention, and she raised her head slightly so she could see. Just that small amount of change in weight distribution caused her hips to sink, but there was enough buoyancy to keep her afloat.
A foot-square panel in the wall opened three inches above the surface of the water, and Cindy looked back through to see Rudy's grinning face. The hole was in one of the short sides of the vat and Cindy could envision another just beyond the top of her head. That way, no matter which way she turned to get herself afloat, they would be able to peer up her body from a spot by her feet.
A hand reached in holding a stiff feather and Rudy stroked it across the sole of her left foot. It tickled, causing Cindy to roll slightly, but she kept her head and dunked the foot under the water. It came up all wet and, when the feather retouched it, the tickling device was quickly matted and damp.
A new feather and the other foot, and Cindy dunked it too, amazed at the childishness of the game. It would take something more than that to make her go under.
Rudy's arm jammed through the opening and he drove his hand beneath the surface. Six inches down he swirled it, pushing strongly at the water to disturb it inside the closed container. A low-rolling wave hit the opposite side of the vat and rebounded to bump into more agitated water. The surface began to splash against the walls and created small breakers that crashed against each other from opposite directions. Water poured over Cindy's arms and legs, and one surge broke across her face.
Afraid she would go under, Cindy kicked violently, aiming the sole of one foot directly at the opening, creating a large wall of water.
The wave broke against Rudy's arm, but much of it flowed on to crest against the wall. At least a gallon of the water poured through the breach and splashed the boy good. He jerked and lost his grip on the ladder and crashed to the floor with his arm whipping back out of the hole.
Cindy spread her arms and legs until she almost touched the side walls, then she arched her back to ride out the rough water. Slowly Cindy stabilized herself atop the gently rolling surface.
She giggled, her laughs ricocheting off the confining inner walls. No matter what they had done, she had been ready for them.
Rudy's next thrust came with a long, clear plastic tube that traveled through the hole until its tapered end was poised three inches above her stomach. It was only about three times as thick as a straw, and, as she watched it, the tip appeared darker than the rest of its length. Then she was sure that something had moved.
Focusing in more sharply on the end of the piping, she could see that the undulation was a mass of small bodies. Ants!
The boy puffed on his end of the tubing, blowing the small insects all over Cindy's stomach and the lower part of her tits. As soon as they landed, they began to scamper in all directions. One of them even began climbing the mountain of one tit.
Cindy sucked in a deep breath then reached for her toes, bending at the waist and plunging underwater. As soon as she felt her body awash, she straightened up and kicked out with her feet. She paddled back to the surface.
Once again she was bleary-eyed from the chemicals in the water and was only able to separate light from darkness. But she didn't need to see what Rudy was up to, because she heard his puffing breath and felt the insects land on her skin.
Panting in another breath, she dove under the water again. This time she sank several feet before she could break her watery fall.
Long seconds later, she broke through the surface like the hull of an overturned boat. Another puff and the scratchy, tiny claws were at her again and, almost automatically, she drove down again. Her reaction had been too quick. She barely had time for half a breath and her jerking was so violently that it drove her ass clear to the bottom of the vat.
Starved for air, she didn't have time to float back to the surface so she gathered her legs under her and pushed from the bottom. Her head broke free, but she had no sight as she splashed onto her back. Arms winged sideward to give her some balance, and her legs parted and drove her toes clear to the side walls. Precariously, she found her buoyancy and began to float.
Something stabbed her cunt.
The aim was true and the end of the plastic tube drove two inches into her tender hole. Then a wind puffed into her pussy, and the ants were splattered against the inner walls of her pussy.
There were ants in her cunt!
Dozens of the little pests were scrambling about the tender skin inside pussy, working themselves into a frenzy among the folds of her cunt.
Cindy screamed as her hands rocketed to her pussy, but the sudden release of buoyancy plunged her under the water. The top of her head bumped painfully against the side of the vat as she sank. Bitter water rushed into her mouth and flowed into her nose, gagging her as she tried to cough.
Her hands ripped from her cunt and fought against the water as she tried to claw her way back to the surface. Her right tip bounced against the bottom of the vat as her feet scrambled against one of the side walls. She shoved with her toes, banging her shoulders sharply against the other side before her head finally broke through into the air.
Laughter echoed around the inside of the container and mocking words fell about her head like rain. All of her senses seemed harshly disconnected as she gulped air back into her tortured lungs. Pinpoints of pain erupted in her pussy as if someone was pushing needles into the walls from the inside. The ants had clawed futilely to escape their moist trap and now they were biting her cunt-flesh.
Cindy shrieked, shoving fingers deep inside her cunt to try to kill the nipping pests. But it felt like hundreds of stings and her fingers couldn't reach anything but a few.
She plunged again. Water washed over her mouth and she had to gulp it down. Her nostrils burned from the salt. Her pussy was a cave of sparking pain. She tried to gasp air, and she swallowed a cup of the vile, bitter liquid.
Once again her head broke through and her lips sputtered a fountain of saltwater, then parted in a howl that filled the entire room beyond the chamber. Her hands were still locked on her cunt, her fingers chasing the tormenting insects inside her hole. Then she went down again, air bursting from her throat to explode large bubbles on the surface.
She was drowning, and the inside of her pussy was on fire. She could fight neither adequately because of the torture to the other. Her quest for air drove her feet against the bottom of the vat while her hands clawed at her cunt.
Then hands grabbed her and dragged her from the vat. The back of her heels scraped across the rim and tore skin from her flesh. But her mind didn't care. She was sucking air wetly through her lips, filling her lungs with life-saving breath. Her ass landed heavily on padding, and she threw her head back against the mat. Her knees bent and her legs jerked.
Deep inside her cunt, dozens of the little insects were on a rampage, scurrying about and biting her flesh. Something long, thick and plastic thudded onto her stomach and she grabbed it in desperation. It whipped back between her legs and shoved the huge shaft up her hole. The end of it banged against the back of her pussy, pinning and killing a nest of the ants.
She lay crying loudly, humping up to meet the violent thrusts of the dildo in her hands. And, without thought or sense about her, she pounded until the horrible biting insects were nothing but mush.