Chapter 11
Karen stumbled alongside her cousin, his hand squeezing her arm like a vise. He rushed her forward, pushing and shoving, enjoying the way she nearly tumbled head over heels more than once. Karen was feeling giddy, hysterical with the thought of having more torment and humiliation forced upon her. She pushed the stray hairs from her face, staring wide-eyed at her uncle and cousin. Savages, all of them were savages, rutting like pigs in the gutter, loving their own filth. She looked around again. All the cabinets had been opened. There were blades and whips and devices that looked well-used and lovingly handled. How man other young women had been lured in here and tortured?
"Stop!"
There was a huge double-framed instrument standing in front of her, the top outside frame some eight feet above the cellar floor. The inner wooden box was attached to the outer at the middle by two small round pegs driven through the sides. She could tell immediately that the device could be swung around three-hundred-sixty degrees. At both the top and bottom of the inner frame were leather thongs, now hanging loose.
"Up-in there!"
Uncle Billy pushed Karen forward between her shoulder blades, guiding her up. Carefully the girl stepped onto the frame, bracing her hands on either side. Davey directed her to raise her arms, her cousin standing on a small crate in order to reach the upper restraints. Karen was used to his now. She stretched her hands up, not even wincing when she felt Davey looping the leather around her wrists, snugging the thongs tight. Uncle Billy moved down below, sliding the restraints around her ankles. The girl was spread in a broad X, her body firmly supported in the inner frame. Karen looked questioningly at the two men. Turning her head to one side, she could see the hazy basement windows turning a rosy color, an indication that it was dawn. Strangely enough, the blonde teen felt a second wind, a new breath inspiring her as she stood there waiting for their new horror.
"Take a good shot of that-wait!"
Uncle Billy dipped into one of the boxes and he pulled more screws out, attaching them to her nipples and letting them dangle. Karen groaned. How the heavy weights pulled at her tits, distending them as she stood spread-legged on the frame. Davey took several shots, the popping light temporarily blinding the girl. She blinked, shaking her head. Another picture finished the set. Uncle Billy stepped forward again, while Davey put down the camera. He reached up, smiling at her, that hellish grin that sent shivers racing up and down her spine. Karen curled her toes against the rough wood, feeling him move the frame back several degrees, then forward. She felt her body bow out, first to the rear, then out forward. She groaned, the tension increasing on her wrists and ankles each time he moved the inner section of the device. Then with one hard flip, he twisted the frame forward until it was parallel with the floor. Karen's body whipped forward, stopping abruptly with the frame. She sagged forward painfully, her wrist and ankles nearly dislocating from the sudden violent stop. Her head spun as she dangled there, her body bowing down at the center. Her tits were slapping together, her nipples long and hard.
"We've given it to you all the way, Karen, enemas, generator, ass-fuckin', the whole range of shit we got down here. And you still dig more, still want more."
Uncle Billy reached around and he cupped both hands around her ass-cheeks. She felt his fingers and thought maybe he was going to finger-fuck her ass-hole again. She twisted in the grip of those thongs, waiting to feel something enter her shitter. Instead, Uncle Billy pulled his hands off.
"Heat up the poker. We're gonna see how much spunk the bitch has."
"No, no!"
Karen saw Davey pulling something out, something long and black, about one and one-half inches in diameter-a branding iron! Uncle Billy was moving between her splayed thighs, telling her to relax her ass as he pulled down his pants and whipped out his cock. She felt the rough brushing of his Levi's against her inner thighs. He was spreading her ass-cheeks apart once more, leaning forward, bracing his hands against her lower back. The added pressure hurt her spine as her body sagged yet farther toward the cellar floor.
Davey, meanwhile, was sliding the poker through a frame, into the high flame of that old Coleman lantern. He was turning it around, watching as the tip slowly heated up. Karen could see now that it had a broad circle with some design running through it.
"Uh!"
Bill's prick was in her ass in a flash, his cock fucking into her bowels, spreading her shitter apart easily. His prick was embedded in her ass by now, his balls resting lightly on the top swell of her ass-cheeks. She cried out again, her hair splashing against the floor.
"We're gonna brand you, baby, brand you like a fuckin' cow. Hey Davey! Come on and take a shot of this bitch like this--and keep my face out of it. Get a good shot of my cock, though, and her ass."
Davey left the poker in the fire for the moment, picking up the camera and shooting two pictures of his father's prick in Karen's ass-hole. The girl groaned, knowing that each blink of the light sealed her fate more firmly. She would never be able to report them, to escape them. She would be at their beck and call.
Uncle Billy fucked forward hard, the force of his cock in her bowels and the weight against her back propelling her down toward the floor. Karen thought the leather thongs would surely snap. But they held firm.
Davey put the camera down once more and he went back to the poker, taking it by its leather-wrapped end and turning it around to insure even heating.
"Oh, God, no, no!"
In spite of all she had gone through, Karen wasn't ready for this. She hadn't been permanently scarred. But this would leave a mark on her thigh permanently. And yet the thought of something like that happening to her made her clit tingle.
"Okay, Son, I think she's ready."
"Oh, God, Davey, don't do this! Oh, please!" Karen wailed, staring round-eyed at the heated poker. She could already feel the searing touch of the heated iron against her flesh.
Uncle Billy held her ass, his fingers keeping her round, firm ass-cheeks spread widely apart. Giving her several hunches, the big stud felt as if he were going to rip her ass-cheeks apart from one another.
"I could have Mm stick that thing right up your shitter. They used to do that in the old days, you know that?"
"No!"
Karen nearly fainted at the thought. Bill emphasized his point by drawing his prick out until only his double-lobed cockhead was embedded in her ass. He tugged outward, watching as the girl's thigh muscles tensed at that movement. Grinning, he shoved halfway back in, leaning heavily on Karen. Again, the girl felt the double weight of their bodies tearing at her wrists and ankles. Davey was standing there now, having just pulled the iron from the fire.
"Bring it over here," Bill said.
Davey understood. He hefted the heavy instrument in front of the girl's eyes, bringing it to within one inch of her face. Karen felt the terrible heat. At one point, it licked into her nostrils, singeing the hairs of her nose. The young teen screamed.
"Oh, no, no, no!"
If she could have torn from the thongs, she would have. How her muscles strained and tugged! The leather squeaked and groaned from her wild efforts. Uncle Billy fucked her more savagely, turning on as the girl writhed madly in her bonds. Davey brought the iron around back, his father pulling up from the girl to give him room. Karen stopped her twisting. She felt her body shivering from terror as all her concentration was focused on the back of her thigh. It was there Davey was hefting that branding iron now. She pulled her arms and legs, the muscles and tendons bulging against her sweaty flesh.
"Nooo, Davey, please, don't do this to me! Oh, you're going to brand me for life!"
Karen sobbed hysterically, her legs twitching, her body bowing down even more while the double-framed instrument groaned at her moves. Davey took another step forward, his father pulling his rod out a little more. The poker brushed over the near-invisible blonde hairs on her legs, burning them to the skin. There was the faint aroma of burning hair in the air.
"Yaghghhhhhh!" she wailed.
Karen screamed at the slightest touch, the slightest indication that her cousin was going to burn her. Davey then moved the poker up to her ass, letting the disc hover over her ass-hole.
Karen trembled more mightily, her skin tightening as the disc dropped lower.
"I'll pull out, Son, and you can shove that thing right up her shitter."
"Noooooo!"
Karen was breathing with raspy breaths now, her head spinning with panic and terror. She shoved her ass backward, jerking from side to side like an epileptic! Her tits slapped together as her body revolted against the idea of being tormented any further. Davey brought the iron back down to her thigh, letting it dangle around an inch from her flesh. The anticipation of waiting to be hurt, of waiting to be burned, was horrifying. A pulse leaped at her throat as Karen felt the bile rising in her tightened gut. Davey laughed, then finally dropped the cooling but still hot disc against her flesh.
"Eagghghghghghghhhhh!" she screamed.
Karen felt sick. The sudden touch of the branding iron against her thigh stung her nearly into unconsciousness. Karen jerked her knees and arms as if she could somehow escape the awful agony. The smell of her burned flesh and the burning agony of the branding iron nauseated her. But at the same time her mind exploded with an odd kind of ecstasy. Pleasure and pain merged in that mad, white-hot moment. Her clit tingled, exploding again and again while Davey pressed the disc against her flesh.
When Davey took the branding iron away, a large round circle with Uncle Billy's initials had been burned forever in her flesh. While she sobbed, Bill finished his fucking, drilling his cock hard and fast. In a moment he was shouting, slapping her injured ass while he dumped his hot load of jizz in her ass.
Davey was next. While her uncle took several more pictures, the young stud climbed onto the girl, pushing the inner frame down a little more until her head was nearly touching the floor. In this way, he fucked her cum-smeared ass.
"Yeah, thanks, Daddy. Goin' in after your cock sure makes it easier ass-fuckin' this little slut."
Karen hung there, sobbing in pain, her pride and self-esteem in ruins while her cousin fucked her ass-hole raw. His fingers reached down around her clit, continually strumming her little fuck-nub until the blonde teen was yowling once more with lust. Pain and delight, how they came together so violently this time. The stinging bites of her cum took her breath away as Cousin Davey fucked his prick into the soft silken confines of her shitter.
They both came with violence. When Davey was through, he carefully backed out of the device, reaching but and uprighting the inner frame. Karen sagged there in her bonds, the back of her right thigh still burning violently from the savage branding. Looking up, she could see the broad pink bands on her wrist flesh, the results of all the bondage.
"These pictures will keep your mouth shut," Uncle Billy said, sorting through the photos. "Davey, take 'er down. Gotta put somethin' on that burn to keep it from getting infected. You're ours now, baby, ours!" Uncle Billy tapped one edge of a picture against his chest. "That means whenever we say roll over, you do it. When we want to fuck you, Karen, we'll do it. You don't have any choice in the matter, understand?"
Bill walked up to her as his son was unfastening the thongs binding her ankles. He grabbed her hair, jerking her head up until she looked at him dumbly. Karen nodded her head, feeling exhaustion overtake her.
"Good. Now we'll take care of you until you're better. Then we'll think of something fitting to end your vacation with us, kind of a nice memory to take back to the city until you come back here again."
Karen fell into her uncle's arms sobbing, almost too tired to walk. Uncle Billy guided her up the stairs, at times feeling her cunt and ass. He never tired, it seemed, of mauling her body and pawing her tits. The thought that she would be forever in his control frightened the girl. Reaching the kitchen, Karen slumped completely into Uncle Billy's arms." He scooped her from the floor, carrying her the rest of the way to her bedroom. But wasn't what he had done pleasing to her, too? Hadn't she enjoyed it when he or Billy had fucked her cunt and ass-hole while she was bound to one thing or other? Fucking, that's all that mattered to her. Even now, cradled in her uncle's muscled arms, she could feel her cunt warming to his touch. She could have laughed for joy, in spite of the pain and fatigue nearly blinding her. And she was his. His brand was on the back of her thigh. She would never take it off, even if she could.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed.
How her cunt was going to spasm again and again under the control of her uncle and cousin. Fucking was the only reason for being, she thought as she began to fall asleep against her uncle's chest.