Chapter 7

"Ned?"

There was no sound. She was halfway down the stairs when all the pounding stopped. She held her breath. Her heart felt heavy as it pounded against her chest. Maybe he was in the downstairs bathroom, relieving himself. Just the thought of him standing there with his fingers gripping his prick made her shiver. Putting one hand to her chest, she finished walking down the stairs, squinting through the darkness to see if her cousin were still there.

"Ned?"

Still no answer. It was strange. Her foot hit the concrete while she still held onto the wooden handrail. There was an unpleasant musky odor in the basement, the kind of smell most cellars had when they weren't cleaned too well. Allison wrinkled up her nose and was about to climb back up when she heard something.

"So, you decided to come on down?"

It was Ned, stepping under one yellowish light hanging from the ceiling.

"Yes. I thought...well, it was kinda boring up there, and I thought we could talk...or something."

Her voice dropped suggestively. She didn't want to seem so obvious, especially to her own cousin! She flushed red, thanking God it was so dark, Ned probably didn't notice. Glancing up, she saw him staring at her, a slightly mocking smile on his lips.

"Come on. I wanna show you what I've been working on when I'm not out. Mom doesn't know about it." He beckoned to her while backing up.

Allison shrugged and followed, pushing aside an old blanket he had put up to block off one part of the cellar.

"Oh, what is it?"

She stopped some ten feet behind her cousin, wrinkling her forehead in curiosity at the strange wooden object in front of her.

"Oh, something to have fun with. like I said, mom doesn't know it's down here."

"Oh, I won't say a word," Allison said, examining the strange contraption.

It was all wood-something like a large picture frame. It was attached to a larger surrounding square of wood by two rounded stakes driven in at the sides, so it could be rotated. There were rounded metal things attached at the top and bottom of the inner frame, although from her vantage point, Allison couldn't tell what they were.

"What's it used for?" she asked, starting to move toward her cousin.

"Wanna see?"

Allison stopped, her heart beating more savagely than before. There was something in his tone of voice-that certain catch between words-that reminded her of Jack. He'd spoken that way just before he'd jumped her and fucked her. She stopped, watching Ned rub his nose, look to that odd contraption, then look back at her.

"I...dunno," she said dully, shrugging nervously.

"Come on," Ned said, stretching out his hand.

Allison started toward him, feeling strange about the whole situation. And then, when his fingers gripped her wrists, she thought twice again, pulling back, her ass angling out while her arms and legs tensed.

"Come on. Nothin's gonna bite you," he said, dragging her toward the object.

"You mean your mom's never seen this?" she asked, her eyes widening. There were cuffs, attached to the top and bottom of the construction. "How could she miss it? I mean, your pounding around and dragging the materials down here and all that?"

"She's wrapped up in that dumb library," Ned said. "Besides, she thinks I'm makin' something for my mountain hiking. I guess mom's not worrying what I do down here as long as I'm not on drugs or something. Too bad she doesn't know what's really going on."

Allison felt a chill rush up and down her spine. She tried once more tugging her arm from her cousin's grip. But he was still holding onto her firmly.

"What do you mean?" she asked, seeing an unnatural light suddenly flicker in her cousin's blue eyes.

"Oh, some of us guys-the ones who go out on the hikes and all that-well, some of us kinda formed a club. It's special, you see, and we get girls and...you know, Allison. You're from L.A."

"No, I don't."

The blonde teen felt her cunt flesh tighten and grow hot.

"Fuck 'em, man. But we've been doing that for a long time. Some of us have kinda...branched out into doing something different. Now do you understand?"

She was beginning to. It was Jack all over again-Jack with his brutal stare, with those brightly burning eyes that promised so much and delivered even more! Again, she tugged back, but this time, not so violently.

"No, just let me go, Ned. Please. I'm tired. Besides, your mom's gonna be coming home and..."

"She's at those dumb meetings 'til about midnight. It's only eight," he said, glancing down at his watch. "Too bad it's a little late, or I'd call up some of the guys and have 'em come over. They're probably conked out now, in the sack. That's okay. Gives me more time with you."

He gripped her wrist more tightly, pulling her toward the frames.

"You don't know what you're doing. Please, Ned, don't!"

"Get you outta those clothes first, then...then we'll play."

"Oh no, don't! Don't do this to me!" she cried, feeling his arms span her waist like iron tongs. She twisted in his grip, half of her wanting to escape, the other half wanting to see what was going to happen.

"I can see you're real hot, man, real hot!

You wanna know what this is about, right."

"No, I don't!"

She felt his hands roaming up her back, unbuttoning her blouse-felt his calloused fingertips rubbing up against her flesh. This had happened to her only a few hours ago. Just a few hours ago, another man had pulled off her things, had flung her down and fucked her. And once more, she was letting it happen. Only this time, it was worse, far worse! This was her own cousin!

"Stop!" But her protest was weak, a lie, and Ned could see it.

He laughed through his teeth, pulling off her cotton blouse, then shoving his fingers up under the tight elastic band of her bra and unbuckling it. She sighed, resting her head against his throat as she felt the cups sliding off her tits and falling to the floor. Inhaling sharply, she moaned, feeling Ned's hands push into her tits and rub over her stiffened nipples.

"So you don't wanna find out about me-about this, huh? Shit, what a joke!"

The next moment, Allison felt his lips pressing hard against hers. His tongue was stabbing into her mouth, and she could feel the hot bulge of his cock trapped in his jeans. It was pushing against her belly. He was so tall, so big. And she was more than a little afraid of what was going to happen. But once more

Allison felt herself swept up in currents of emotion she didn't understand. The girl was willing to try anything. No, more than that! She wanted to try everything he could throw at her. Her nerves, her emotions demanded that.

"You...you're taking a chance...such a chance," she moaned. Allison didn't know what her cousin had planned for her. But she wanted it, wanted it all.

He passed one arm over her shoulders, pinching her flesh, then running that hand down, down over the curves of her body, feeling every inch he could while he left her panting. Next, Allison felt her skirt coming off, floating down her legs, collecting in a puddle of cotton material around her ankles.

Her panties were next. She felt his hands sliding down into her briefs, pushing them down. Gasping, she felt the damp silk peeling away from her cunt lips.

Then fear and shame struck her as it had stricken her with Jack.

"No, no, we don't know what we're doing. Oh, this can't be happening," she cried, pulling away and turning around.

Ned still had her gripped by one wrist, his face now a mask of lust. Allison was blushing furiously. She was naked, stark naked! And her cunt was swollen and hot, dripping like a piece of ripe fruit left in the sun too long. Juice was seeping from her velvety cunt lining, dotting the curly blonde hairs protecting her pussy. Could he see her growing arousal? Could he smell her pussy? Again, she tried pulling away.

"Come on, Allison. Come on up here," Ned said, pulling the reluctant girl forward.

She moved forward, her ankles bumping against the outer frame painfully. She watched her cousin's attitude change with each passing second. He was growing more insistent, more violent. She could see it in his eyes, in that hard, hot stare he was giving her. Yes, he knew she'd be down there. Sometime during dinner, sometime during the conversation upstairs, he had guessed at what she was like, what she wanted. And now he was going to give it to her.

"Please..."

"Just get the fuck up there and raise your hands. Yeah, like that-over your head."

Allison did as she was told, standing just behind the bottom board of the inner frame and raising her arms high over her head. Her tits rose and fell heavily on her chest with each ragged breath she took. Ned moved around to one side, reaching up and pulling each iron cuff down. There was a screw to the side of each cuff that opened and closed the device. The iron bands themselves were attached to a hook driven in the top frame board by several links of chain.

Allison watched with a trembling lower lip, both excited and terrified beyond words as her cousin opened both cuffs, slipped her wrists into them, then snapped them shut. With a squeaking metallic sound, the screws were turned slowly until the iron was pressing hard against her flesh.

"Okay, now the feet."

The same device with small modifications was attached to the bottom of the frame. Stepping carefully onto the inch-thick piece of wood, Allison shivered as she felt the iron cuffs snap tightly around her ankles. Again there were screws and links of chain to adjust for slight variations of height.

"Yeah, just right."

So this is what boy scouts and eagle scouts led to! Allison remembered stories about how good Ned was at fixing things, about how good he was at arts and crafts. Well, it certainly showed up here. She was bound hand and foot.

"What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered, peering down at her cousin.

Ned was moving around, examining her body. He stopped behind her, tracing his fingertips along the soft swells of her ass cheeks. She shivered, letting her head fall back. She could feel the sweep of her hair over her lower back.

"What happened here, Allison?"

She had almost forgotten about the marks left by that belt. During her shower, she had peered around her shoulder into the mirror. There were still long red marks left by that awful leather belt Jack had used to tenderize her ass.

"Nothing," she said, a flash of shame rushing through her mind.

"Looks like somebody got to you before me. Who was it?"

But she would rather die than tell. Ned would find out about his mother, about the things she was into. No, she couldn't shatter the family.

"Nothing. Nobody. It was an accident I had a couple of days ago and..."

Ned laughed, shaking his head from side to side. Swinging back one arm, he jerked his hand forward, smashing his palm and fingers hard across her ass. She squealed, her eyes rounding while her body jerked forward. The chains rattled, and the frame shuddered as the wood and metal kept her body in place.

"You don't think I'm gonna buy that one, do you? Baby, someone really laid it into your ass."

Allison shivered again. Ned was sliding his fingers up and down her asscrack, his jagged finger nails getting close to her shitter. He was touching it! He was actually rubbing the tips of his fingers against her ass-hole! She groaned, her knees bending slightly while her chest shot out. Her tits slapped together while the cords in her neck stood out.

"like that, huh?" Ned said, looking down and rubbing his crotch.

"No, no, I don't."

She felt one finger growing more bold than the others, stiffening, pushing up hard against her wrinkled shitter. Her ass muscles tensed, relaxed, then tensed again, forcing the white shiny ass cheeks to flex. More fuck juice began to seep out of her hot fuck hole. The chains above her rattled ominously as Ned's right forefinger began to push even harder.

"Oh!" she cried.

"What are you...ohhhh, Ned! Don't, don't do that to me! Ughhhhh! Oh God!"

Allison felt her teeth rattling as his probing finger wriggled its way up her ass. The terrified girl felt the iron cuffs biting into her wrist and ankle flesh. It was just like what happened to her aunt several nights ago. But then, Aunt Joyce was bound only with pantyhose. Here, Allison found herself stretched across a vertical wooden rack, her ankles and wrists bound by iron cuffs.

"Ohhh, yeah, bet nobody ever stuck anything up your ass-hole, right?"

"Ahahahh!" Again, the blonde teen jerked forward, her tits flying out, then slapping wetly against her chest.

Allison felt her knees buckling as his finger wormed its way up her ass. He had it up to the second joint! She could feel the knuckle pressing against her violated shitter lips. Her face turned beet-red, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks and forehead. She was taking short, raspy breaths to fill her lungs. And all the while, that awful finger wiggled in and out, each time, going in a little deeper!

There was a creaking sound. For a moment, Allison thought she was losing her balance. She seemed to be pitching forward. But the increase in tension on the wrist and ankle cuffs indicated that the frame was being rotated forward. She could feel her body bowing out, her tits jiggling as she breathed with an increasingly irregular rhythm. Her hair fell forward, curtaining her face as the inner frame she was bound to made a sixty-degree angle with the floor.

"It's the first time I ever used this," Ned said, watching the girl's terror increase as he kept his finger up her ass. "Bet mom'd have a fit if she ever found out what I was makin' and what it was for. Some of the girls we go out with dig this kinda shit."

He slid a second finger next to the first and started to shove it into her ass-hole. Again, she realized what was happening and clenched her shitter muscles. It was no use. Her cousin only pushed that much harder. She was only hurting herself. With a sigh, she forced herself to relax.

"Ohhhh..."

"Yeah, better," Ned whispered, feeling her shitter muscles growing soft, pliant.

He shoved the second finger in up to the first joint, then moved forward while pushing the inner frame a few more degrees forward.

Allison gasped, the iron cutting more severely into her flesh as her body bowed out from the wooden frame. Her tits were dangling, the crimson points hard, throbbing, itchy! Twisting around as best she could, she looked at her cousin. He didn't have that animal look of Jack's. But there was definitely something there, something evil and cruel sparkling in his eyes. She felt the two fingers twisting around now and bent her knees, trying to squat as if she were taking a shit, to ease the painful pressure throbbing in her ass. Ned saw what she was trying to do and laughed.

"Not bad. We'll see how you'll take it when you get a prick shoved up your ass!"

"What?"

The frame tilted forward a few more degrees, this time nearly putting her parallel with the concrete floor. The blood rushed to her face while her hair nearly touched the floor. Her spine ached from the awkward bowed position of her body, while her ankles and wrists throbbed painfully from the tension. Ned was still twisting his fingers around in her shitter. Then, suddenly, he yanked them out, making her yelp with pain.

It was as if he had yanked out a fistful of her guts with that move. She tensed her ass-cheeks, trying to jerk her thighs up. But gravity and the cuffs kept her in one place. With a groan, she sagged back down toward the floor, her nipples hurting so much, she nearly cried for Ned to touch them, to suck them.

"Now we get down to business," Ned said, pulling out his T-shirt and starting to unzip his Levi's. Allison shuddered, guessing she had once again graduated to another level of degradation.