Chapter 9
They had thrown her back into the fruit cellar. This time Uncle Billy didn't give her the blanket to cover herself. Karen threw her arms around her naked body, hugging herself tightly as she cringed in the far corner.
I've got to stay calm, the girl told herself again and again, her body pressing against the cinderblock wall. Dazed, cum dripping from her cunt and shitter, the young teen could still feel those ropes and those leather restraints around her wrists and ankles. They had done such terrible things to her. And how she had loved them! Karen felt her cunt contract, her lips curling up slightly as she thought of the way they had hung her from the ceiling. And then their hard cocks had fucked into her, making her cum so hard.
"Oh, my God!"
What had she been thinking? Karen brought her fingers to her lips, shaking her head. She should be thinking of ways of escape, or at least thinking about how horrible her ordeal had been. Instead she was feeling her pussy warming again just at the thought of what she had endured earlier.
The minutes passed. Karen trembled in the fruit cellar, waiting for the door to squeak open any time. She stared at it, willing it to open. But nothing happened. At times she could hear someone walking nearby. But then the footsteps died away. In a while, Karen began falling into a kind of stupor. She glanced up at the window. The sky was starting to turn a dull gray-dawn! They had been fucking with her all night! And how good that had been. Sighing, Karen drew her knees to her tits, huddling in a ball while dropping her arms around her chafed ankles. She was trying to keep warm in the cold, damp space.
Slowly, she fell asleep. She sank into a kind of half-dream state, her mind hovering over open fields with farm workers working in the sunshine. It was such a beautiful day. The pictures in her mind grew brighter. One of the workers came up to her, wiping the sweat from his brow. He was grinning, one hand down at his crotch. He was about to speak. Karen felt her heart beating wildly, thinking of where they could go to fuck.
"Yaghghghhh!" she screamed.
A kick into her ribs had snapped her out of sleep. Davey had crept into the room and found her dozing. Karen fell over, holding her belly while a woosh of air escaped from her lips. She was sprawled on the floor, her cheek pressing against the concrete. Cousin Davey moved up, pressing the dirty sole of his boot against the back of her neck. Karen let out a squawking sound, feeling the pressure threatening to snap her upper spine. She put her hands out to either side of her body, desperately trying to roll around and decrease the tension on her back.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
Davey pushed down harder, drawing up his other boot until it was even with her mouth.
"Fuckin' slut. You're here, playin' with yourself even when you're asleep. Man, you can't leave yourself alone, can you?"
"No, no I wasn't-that's not fair," Karen protested.
"I saw you, your hand movin' up and down, when I came through the door. Dream-in' of me and my old man? We sure fucked you good."
"Please, you're-"
"Yeah, I know, you're gettin' hurt. What the fuck else do you think's gonna happen here?"
Davey rolled his foot back and forth, scraping the heel over her neck, then drawing it back until just the toe was digging into her flesh. Karen lay quietly, breathing in and out, waiting for the next flash of pain. It didn't come. Her cousin moved his foot away from her body, reaching down and sliding his hand under her arms.
"Come on. We got more planned for you, a whole helluva lot more."
Karen groaned, every muscle in her body aching. She needed rest, sleep for her rattled mind. But neither her uncle nor her cousin would allow her to more than doze. Davey dragged her back into the basement. The overhead pulleys had been drawn well up into the ceiling, Karen saw. She sighed. At least there would be no more hanging, no more beating, while being stretched like a side of beef from the rafters.
"Here," he said.
Karen stopped, still trying to be modest by moving her hands over her cunt. She felt her head spinning around, a faint buzzing sound filling her ears. She felt her knees growing weak. Davey was holding her by the upper arm while his father was dragging something behind them. Karen felt her flesh crawl at the heavy, scraping sound behind her. She could only imagine what new horror awaited her now.
"Easy, Dad."
Karen turned around slowly, her eyes rounding when she saw the various devices standing behind her. It was like a nightmare come true. She saw a three-legged stool with a ten-inch metallic dildo sticking straight out from its center. Around the base were at least ten half-inch-long nails, half-rusted sticking up from the stool. Just in front of all this stood a pillory, holes at both the top and center for arms and legs. Behind the stool was a large dark wooden cask, broad bands of metal around both the top and bottom. A small generator atop a portable table completed the picture, the black wires dangling loosely now from the top. Karen shook her head from side to side, wondering what on earth was going to happen here.
"Get 'er up and in."
Davey held her, pushing the girl around, while his father opened the bottom half of the pillory. Karen cried out, her fatigue evaporating the moment she felt her legs leaving the floor, scooped up, then thrust through the bottom holes. Bill slammed the pillory down hard, locking her feet in securely. Davey still held her upright, now shoving his arms through the top holes, drawing back only when his father had locked that section with another series of locks.
"Oh!" Karen gasped, her voice breathless with growing terror. "Oh, no, no!"
It was never going to stop. It was nearly dawn outside. They had been fucking her all night. And now it appeared they had saved the worst torment for last! She struggled in the pillory, her arms chafing against the tight-fitting upperholes and her legs aching in their confines. Her ass bobbed up and down, the weight of it hurting her upper thighs.
"Now, ain't that a sight," Uncle Billy said, folding his arms and watching his niece bob and twitch helplessly in the pillory.
"No, oh, no!"
"Back in the old days people used to throw other people in these things, a kind of open prison for the rest of the town to look and laugh at. People like you," Uncle Billy added, pointing a finger at her. "People who couldn't keep their cunts cool wound up in here. It's kind of appropriate, don't you think, baby?"
"Oh, stop this! Please, don't make me go through any more of this. I'm sorry," Karen sobbed, her eyes looking at her imprisoned arms and legs.
The full force of her panic hit her like a runaway truck. Once more she was held captive, trapped in this awful situation. It was no better than being strung up by the wrists from the ceiling. She bobbed her ass up and down with growing fear, finally stopping when she realized nothing would get her out of this. Her head was pounding violently and her heart raced. What were they going to do to her here? What did that awful stool have to do with her? Karen twisted her head around, staring at the terrible device.
Uncle Billy was walking around to the generator now, switching it on, watching the needles in the two plastic windows jump from side to side indicating power surges. Karen turned away from it, finding she had trouble catching her breath. Uncle Billy now was pulling the cask over until it was standing next to Karen. Now the girl could see a heavy rubber hose hanging out from one end of the cask. At the free end, a small brass nozzle was attached, now lying on the floor.
"Bet you're wondering what we're going to do? I've some good beer in here, not that shit American companies make. We got a guy around here up in the hills who makes his own crap, good, stiff German beer. You like to drink it?"
"No," Karen said, her voice quiet, shivering as she eyed the cask warily.
"Don't have to, then," Uncle Billy said. "But we're gonna give it to you anyways."
Karen watched, fascinated, as her uncle took the black hose in his hand, rubbing the cold brass nozzle with his fingers. At the same time, he was running his other hand around her ass-cheeks, letting his fingers settle into her asscrack. The girl shuttered, a cry of delight and terror shaking her to her bones. Uncle Billy kept rubbing his finger back and forth, back and forth, letting the digit tease both her ass-hole and her cunt.
"You're still wet down there, still got my cum in your ass, and Davey's jizz is in your pussy. Yeah, you really went crazy hangin' like that over him while I fucked you in the shitter!" Uncle Billy said, his voice growing thick. "Now you're gonna have more fun with this."
"Hell, Dad, she'd have fun in Auschwitz," Davey cat-called.
"No doubt, Son, no doubt."
"What are you going to do to me?"
Uncle Billy shrugged. "Nothing more than what we've already been doing. You're going to have a lot of fun, but you're gonna pay for it. That's a good lesson in life, baby, and a lesson I think you're learnin' right now. There's no free lunch. You can have the ball of your life. But you're gonna pay somebody somethin' for it."
"No, no, this is crazy!" she gasped.
"Maybe so. But I never got off bouncin' around in leather the way you do. I never wanted anybody to knock me around the way you do. Now you tell what and who's nuts around here, Karen."
"Oh, God, this is so-so wrong!"
"No, baby, nothin' wrong here."
With that, Uncle Billy took the nozzle and he jammed it hard up her ass-hole. i"Aiyeeeee! Oh, oh, take it Out! Oh, God, It hurts!"
"I didn't think a fuckin' freight train would hurt her after you got through fuckin' here, Daddy."
"She stays tight. That's good," Uncle Billy said thoughtfully, working the hose deeper into the screaming girl's ass-hole. Karen saw stars popping in front of her eyes, while her ass-cheeks bobbed up and down crazily. She tried jerking her knees apart. The pillory kept them in check. She sobbed and rolled her head around, more tears of humiliation and pain streaking her cheeks. And Uncle Billy was shoving more of that awful rubber tube up her ass. She could feel the scratchy nozzle scraping along her slick bowel lining, her uncle's still-moist cum lubing her fuck channel.
Uncle Billy laughed, pushing in another inch or two of the hose before backing away.
"Now we get to the real interesting part."
She watched through tear-blurred eyes as Uncle Billy moved the generator over to her. He stopped, pushing the stool directly under her cunt. Karen tensed her thighs, jerking her ass up away from the awful dildo.
Uncle Billy slapped her ass until she pushed it slowly up, her muscles aching from the tension. There was another scraping sound as Bill moved the dildo directly under her ass, then left in there, the steel rounded tip barely brushing her pussy hairs. Karen gritted her teeth, sweat beading her forehead once more as she strained to keep her ass high in the air. It was impossible to keep that pose for long. Her muscles throbbed, aching with the strain. Slowly, fearfully the girl began to drop her ass back toward the floor. She felt the cold dildo rubbing up against her cunt.
"Now, you're going to fuck yourself on the dildo, and I'm gonna add some spice to it-two ways, that is."
Karen gasped, jerking her head around and watching with mounting horror as her uncle unraveled the black wires, attaching two of them to the bottom of the stool. They were, she guessed, being fastened to the metal dildo about to pierce her cunt.
"Now, up the old ass-hole, right to the nozzle."
"No, no!"
Karen again tried jerking her ass away, bouncing it up and down. But then she stopped, feeling her cunt spearing down onto the dildo. She thought of those awful nails at the base and once again tensed her thighs, bringing her ass-cheeks up off that awful thing.
"Now, you'll get the beer up your ass and a cock up your cunt. What's more, you'll get a little juice up both ends that'll help you take it all in. And while you're doing it," her uncle said, opening his fly and pulling out his semi-rigid cock, "you'll suck me off."
"No, no!"
Karen felt the cold steel dildo spreading her cunt walls widely apart. There was little resistance. All the cruel fucking had loosened her a little. And besides, there was still her cousin's cum oozing out of her pussy, slicking down the passage for that steel dildo. Karen started to cry, feeling the full impact of what was happening to her, how her family had turned on her in this foul way. Through eyes blurred with tears, she saw her uncle's prick bobbing in front of her, his fat cockhead turning a dark red as he rubbed his fingers back and forth over his cockskin.
"Now, come on, baby, suck me, get that mouth around my cock. Davey, you'll take care of the generator. Come on, Son! You had plenty of time to fuck with her. You'll get a chance later."
Davey stood by the generator, now bending over and turning on the spigot of the barrel. As he did, he slapped the girl's ass lightly. The biting blow added to the heat starting up in her pussy once again.
"Like this, baby?"
"No!"
Uncle Billy's face darkened. He rewarded her for her lie with a sharp slap in the face. Karen let out a cry, her hair splashing over her face.
"You won't lie to me again, at least, not about this kind of shit. I know you're turnin' on. Man, you're so hot when someone even mentions cock, you almost fall to your knees. And you're going to get your fill here, baby. You're going to go home, not wanting to see prick for at least ... two hours, you think Davey?"
The two men laughed hard. In an instant Karen felt the icy kiss of beer spattering into her shitter. Her body jerked and jumped, while her ass-cheeks bounced up and down. Her tits rubbed against the rough wood of the pillory. Karen felt her ass muscles contract painfully against the cold nozzle. It was awful, feeling that liquid swirling around in her bowels. Uncle Billy looked down at her and laughed again.
"Now enjoy yourself, baby. And remember, if you bounce too hard up and down on that dildo, you're going to taste those nails."
"Ohhhhh!"
Uncle Billy nodded his head, and Davey switched on the machine.
Karen felt something else tickling her-electricity! She was feeling that warm ticklish sensation buzzing through cunt and shitter, Karen could hear the steady humming of the nearby generator and she gasped. The faint pulse was digging into her pussy and shitter. She jerked. The jolt was hardly strong enough to do much more than raise gooseflesh. She tensed, waiting for what was surely to come.
"Now, eat my prick."
Uncle Billy's eyes glistened with lust. He wrapped his hands around her head, pulling her face into his groin. Once more, she smelled the odor of a man's hot crotch. His cock speared into her mouth quickly, making her cheeks puff out while his balls settled over the top of the pillory. He was fucking her face fast and hard, his fingers tearing at her hair, while his cock banged against her tonsils. Karen could taste the flat flavor of his cum as more bubbled from his piss-slit.
"Uhhhhh!" she moaned.
More beer splashed into her ass-hole. Karen started to feel a sense of dizziness as the beer coursed through her bowels, bloating her flat tummy. Uncle Billy rubbed his cock against the back of her throat now, his groin flattening her nose. Karen felt herself growing more and more aroused, her cunt starting to slide up and down, up and down on that dildo. The liquid flowing into her was starting to become unpleasant now. So much was flowing in that her belly was cramping.
"Another notch up, Davey," Uncle Billy ordered, nodding toward his son.
Davey turned the switch up another level. The buzzing made Karen's flesh crawl. She felt her cunt cramp down on the dildo as more electrons bit into her pussy and shitter. Her ass bounced up, her cunt hanging trembling over the sputtering, sparking steel dildo. Uncle Billy kept her face down in his groin, rubbing his flattened balls against her chin while deep-throating her yet again.
Slowly, Karen began to acquire an erotic rhythm. As the electrified steel dildo rubbed against her itching pussymeat, more juice frothed out, becoming a fine conductor to the flowing electricity. Karen tried snapping her head back. She was starting to feel herself going out of control again. Shaking the numbing thoughts of wild sex from her mind, the girl remembered those steel nails at the bottom of the dildo and jerked her ass up again.
"Uhhfhfhhhffffff!" she growled.
Davey had pushed the machine up another notch. Karen clamped down harder on her uncle's prick, sucking and tonguing, while her cunt bounced frantically on the dildo. She felt her pussymeat giving way under the onslaught of the steel dildo as she rose and fell on it like a merry-go-round horse. The hotter she became, the harder and deeper she fucked herself.
"Uh! Uh! Uuuhhhh!"
Karen felt the dildo's smooth, round head gouging against her cuntmeat, while electricity poured through her body. Oh, this was wonderful, hellishly wonderful. And this was only the beginning, she felt, as Davey's fingers trembled around the upsurge dial.