Chapter 9
Allison sat alone in her room, thinking about those two nights she had spent-first with her Aunt Joyce's boyfriend, Jack, and then with her cousin, Ned. Both of them had treated her brutally, had bound her up, beaten her, then fucked her. Of course, they had been careful so as not to leave any permanent marks, or marks that would show during normal daily business. But the marks they had left were marks on her mind-ones that people couldn't see, but ones that in a sense were more real than the physical ones.
Tracing one finger along her thighs, she thought of Jack, of his cock, of his brutality. And then there was Ned. She hadn't really seen him since that evening. But she had thought about him! After he had fucked her in the ass, he'd left her hanging in that awful frame. He'd beat her ass, pinched her nipples, even played with her cunt lips, making her cum a second time before he opened the cuffs and let her fall to the floor. Beaten, exhausted, she had barely had enough strength to climb the stairs back to her room.
The following day, she had told her aunt she had a cold and preferred to stay in her room most of the day.
"You just take care of yourself, dear," Joyce said, feeling her forehead for a fever. j "You seem cool, but just rest. You're here on a vacation, remember?"
Allison smiled weakly, watching her aunt slip out of the bedroom. She sighed, wondering what her aunt and Jack had done the night before. She had studied the woman's body, looking for marks, for something that would give her secret away.
That evening, she took a light supper, glad Ned had gone out with some of his buddies. She shuddered, remembering what he'd said about his friends and their girls. She could picture them in some old house or field, binding women, making them do all sorts of things before finally fucking them-in the cunt or ass-it didn't matter to them.
That night, she had tried to sleep. But her dreams were troubled. She saw her cousin chasing her, his cock stretched out hard and thick, bobbing from side to side. And to one side of her was Jack, standing there, belt in hand, cracking the leather over his head while jerking off. Wads of cum spattered against her body as she ran desperately, her hair streaming out behind her, her bare feet pounding the damp soil.
It was so hard, so impossible to get away from those awful figures. And just when they were about to touch her, she awoke, her nightgown damp from perspiration. She would find herself sitting bolt upright, her eyes rounded, her heart pounding like mad while her pussy burned.
Sobbing, pressing, one hand to her mouth and falling back onto the bed, Allison wondered just how long this awful fantasy would last. Would she always have those dreams, thinking about Jack, about Ned, hoping, and yet dreading they would come suddenly bursting through the door, demanding she satisfy their most perverse desires.
The following morning, Allison woke exhausted. Dressing quickly, the young girl was determined to tell her aunt everything and let the chips fall where they may.
But as she entered the kitchen, she saw Aunt
Joyce bustling around, humming a happy little tune. Allison couldn't bring herself to carry out her resolve. She would play the game, pretend everything was normal and happy when the world was falling to pieces.
The day passed slowly. Aunt Joyce received another phone call. From Jack, Allison guessed as she flipped through a movie magazine. She found herself smirking and desperately tried to look calm when her aunt came into the room.
"I have to go in a little early today, dear. You tell Ned to fix himself and you something for dinner. I may be back late."
Allison smiled innocently, guessing what Jack would be doing with the older woman. It was so easy for her aunt to go marching off into the arms of that desperate sadist. How could she do it, manage two lives like that? Hearing the Mercedes backing out, Allison threw down the magazine and stared at the opposite wall. The clock was ticking, the mechanical sound filling the room. That's what her life was turning into-mechanical ticking, while her aunt was off indulging herself.
Dragging herself off the sofa Allison moved to the kitchen, made herself a jelly sandwich, and looked out the window. Perhaps Ned would have surprises when he got home.
Perhaps...
The front door! Turning around, putting the half-eaten sandwich down, Allison moved toward the doorway. They were Ned's footsteps.
"Mom?"
"She's not at home," Allison called out, feeling her throat grow dry while her chest tightened. Alone. The two of them were alone.
"Oh? Back to work?" Ned asked, coming into the kitchen and looking at his cousin.
"Something like that. She said...said she wouldn't be back for some time-maybe even be late for dinner."
Allison felt so ashamed, so openly guilty. How could they be talking like this, as if nothing had happened between them? They were almost acting as if they were strangers. It was so hypocritical!
"That late, huh?"
That tremor in his voice. Allison shivered. He wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by. There was no hypocrisy in his voice now. She felt her cunt walls crimp. He was staring at her, grinning at her. There would be no one at home, no one to curb his lusts until late in the afternoon. He was like Jack in many ways-a young Jack-one still experimenting. That awful device downstairs in the basement was proof of that.
"We're gonna have some fun, then, right? I missed you last night," he said, reaching out and grabbing her by the left wrist.
Allison winced. She had done all she could to keep the cuff marks hidden from her aunt. Her skin was still raw, sensitive from the iron cuffs scraping against her wrists and ankles.
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna put you up in the frame today," Ned said, pulling her through the kitchen to the basement door.
"Oh, please, please leave me alone. I don't think I can take this...I don't think-"
"Sure you can. You want it as bad as I do," Ned said, stopping and gripping her tightly by both shoulders.
Allison felt faint. That strong, masterly, overpowering touch was sending strange signals to her cunt, to her brain. He was right. She wanted it, wanted him and everything he could throw at her. She wanted punishment, needed the kind of humiliation and degradation he and Jack were good at. She didn't know why, but she wanted it!
"That's not true," she muttered, staring at the floor once more.
Ned didn't answer. He was pulling her down those awful wooden stairs again. They creaked under her weight, and there was that damp, musty smell again! Slowly, slowly she walked down, one hand bracing her body against the handrail while the other was still held by her cousin.
Pain! Humiliation! It was all mixed up somehow with the wild pleasure she felt coursing through her pussy. She couldn't understand it at all. All she knew was that her mind was reeling out of control, wanting partly for her to escape once more, and partly for her to stay and see what awful things her cousin had planned for her.
"Strip."
Allison felt as if she were hypnotized. Mechanically, she slipped off the woolen jersey, feeling her tits rise with the material, then slap back down to her chest. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra-perhaps knowing this was going to happen.
"Now the skirt."
Down it came. Next, she kicked off her panties and sandals. And all the while, Ned stood under that horrible yellow light, his lips pulled up into a tight smile, his cock pressing up against the front of his trousers. He reached up the moment her panties slipped below her bent knees and fished out a pack of cigarettes.
"Don't smoke much, but they have their place at times," he said, tapping the opened end of the pack against his knuckles and drawing out one long white cigarette.
Allison watched nervously as he lit it, crossing her arms over one another and shivering. It was damp in the basement. Ned let out several puffs of blue smoke. She could smell the acrid aroma of the burning tobacco, the sulphur from the spent match.
"Yeah, you're just like me. Don't know why the hell I dig doin' this kinda shit," Ned said, walking over toward her and shrugging. "Me and some of the others just kinda found one another out and started that little club I was tellin' you about. Maybe you'd like to join-you know, for awhile." He stretched out one hand and ran a finger down the small of her back.
Allison trembled again, her terror mounting along with her arousal. Fear and lust. Pain and delight. How strange that they could be so closely linked.
"Man, the other guys'd dig you. You got nice tits, real nice tits."
Allison didn't like the way he was talking. That cigarette, his lowered voice, everything signaled that something awful was about to happen. She stood there while he circled her.
"I like those nipples, man. I liked sucking them a couple of days ago, you know?"
"Yes," the girl answered breathlessly, staring at the glowing tip of the cigarette. Dimly, she was aware that that thing was going to play a part in this drama.
"They get nice and long and hard when you turn on. Felt real good against my tongue, just like your pussy and cunt did."
"Please, Ned..."
He took a long drag on the cigarette and puffed the blue smoke into her face. "You know I can get those nipples good and hard and red again without even touching you with my mouth."
"I didn't know that," she gasped.
"Yeah."
And then, very slowly, Ned brought the cigarette to within an inch of Allison's left nipple. Her eyes widened, her breath catching. She was going to back away. Then she realized he would only pursue her, knock her down and probably try to burn out her pussy with that thing. She stood her ground, her tits rising and falling with her heaving chest.
Ned reached down and unbuttoned the top snap of his jeans. Then he brought the tip of his cigarette a little closer. Allison shivered, feeling the heat starting to burn her nipple. It was starting to hurt her. Sweat beaded along her forehead and the tops of her tits. But down inside, she was feeling something else. She was feeling that crazy kind of excitement, the kind that was somehow related to all the pain and humiliation she had suffered earlier.
"Ooohhhh!" she groaned.
The sight of the burning cigarette an inch from her nipples sent burning slivers of pain through her. She started back, then stopped, her chin quivering. Ned smiled even more. The sadist in him was enjoying her confusion, her mounting terror.
"Yeah."
He moved the cigarette closer and closer. And then, to her horror, he touched the glowing tip to her left nipple.
"Aaaaarrrgh!"
It was too much for her. Jumping back, covering her injured nipple with one hand, she rubbed the sore flesh, giving her cousin an injured, hateful look. The pain had been simply too much for her to handle! There had been pressure, followed quickly by an icy sensation, topped shortly afterward by a burning she couldn't believe. Every muscle in her body twitched while her nerve endings overreacted.
"No, baby, you can't do that," he said, stepping up to her and slapping her across the face.
"Ugh!"
The force of that blow sent her stumbling toward the stairs. She caught herself on the handrail, peering up at Ned. His fly was all the way opened now. She could see his wiry black cockhairs bushing out around the zipper teeth.
"You're not like the others, baby. We've got some real cry babies in the group. But you're gonna show them up. You're part of the family-strong."
"No, no..."
He was telling her something she didn't want to hear. Covering her ears, she made an attempt to climb the stairs. But Ned grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back down.
"Ooooow!"
"Lay down."
"Where?" Allison moaned, rubbing her sore nipple and injured scalp.
"On that tool table," he said, pointing to a long table with several nuts, bolts and screws on it. He swept the items off the wood, pointing to it again and giving her a look that told her he was serious.
When she hesitated, Ned took her under the arms and hoisted her onto the table, then turned around and pulled out an old green drawer from a nearby cabinet. He was fishing around, knocking things to one side, making her tremble with his delay.
What was he going to do to her? That burn from the cigarette showed her he was more than a little serious about this scene. There would be more pain, she felt, more humiliation than the other night. And somehow, that excited her wildly. "Okay, lie down."
Ned had several strange clamps in his hands-things that looked like earrings but were far too large. Obeying, Allison felt the splinters in the table top biting into her ass flesh, scraping painfully against her shoulder blades. Then he moved forward, tugging her thighs wide apart. Moving her head up, she watched as he took the first clamp and started screwing it tighter and tighter on her left cunt lip. He had her outer pussy labe trapped in a screw and now was pulling it against her thigh.
"Yeah."
Allison let out a whimpery groan. The cold metal, the tugging sensation, sent a rush of eerie feelings through her body. She was gritting her teeth in pain, wallowing her shoulder blades against the table top. Ned smiled, reached over, and took another screw, tightening it around her other cunt lip.
Her pussy labia were now so far apart, she thought a bus could fit inside. She moved her ass cheeks from side to side, feeling those splinters stabbing into the sensitive flesh of her ass crack.
"We're gonna dress you right," Ned said, turning around again and fishing in the drawer.
He came up with two large rings that had screws at the top. He and his friends had studied this art well! She shivered as he began attaching the heavy rings to her nipples, turning the screws on them slowly, watching her lips tremble.
The pain became even more intense as he screwed the rings on tightly. She groaned, pushing her shoulder blades against the wooden table top again. She could feel her rubbery nipples being squeezed grotesquely. And still, Ned was turning those awful screws, hurting her more and more. She tried not to pass out. She would fight him, feel every awful sensation, hoping that somehow it would end in the wild delight she had felt the previous times.
"Uuughhhh!"
Allison clenched her fingers into fists, digging the nails into her palms.
"Just to make sure you don't get too carried away," Ned explained, pulling out some brown twine from the drawer.
He bound her wrists to the legs of the table, careful to make sure the twine didn't touch the injured area of her arms where the iron cuffs had cut. Then he stretched her arms over her head, pulling the cord taut. It was a signal to her, a silent warning that the more she pulled at that rope, the more it would cut into her flesh. She didn't have to be told that. She remembered what had happened with those awful cuffs in that frame.
Next, her cousin tied her ankles to her thighs with her knees sticking up in the air. Attaching another piece of twine, he attached a loop to one knee, ran the cord under the table, then ran it around to the other knee. In this way, he kept her from snapping her knees together.
"Okay, Allison, now we're gonna have some fun, right?"
The girl stared up at him. Again, she was completely bound, unable to fight. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was helpless. And that feeling-the knowledge she was trapped-excited the hell out of her. Oh, you slut, slut, she thought to herself as Ned undressed and started to climb on the table.