Chapter 5
"Ahhhh, oh, God, God, don't, oh, no, take it away!"
Uncle Billy moved the flame closer to her ass. Davey held the Coleman while the two watched the fire lick into Karen's ass-hole. The girl screamed again, flinching upward, her body trembling with pain and horror. Her screams rose higher. And strangely enough Karen began to feel something else as well. Her clit was starting to quiver. The pain in her ass somehow was triggering another reaction quite different from fear or agony. The nerves in her cunt were racing with the flicking of that flame.
"Ygaghghghhhhhh!"
Karen strained at the rope. She jerked up and down like a roped puppet. Davey moved the fire up to the top of her ass-cheeks, letting the flame kiss her rounded curves, then slipped the Coleman back down to her shitter. Oh, how much she wanted him to take that dreadful fire away. But at the same time, how much she wanted someone to touch her cunt, her tits, her ass. She bit down hard on her lips to keep from shrieking out her need. How she wanted Davey or her uncle to finger-fuck her once more. Perhaps someone would mount her and stick his prick in her, the image of being fucked again, of having both men fucking her at the same time raced through her mind as the licking flame singed her flesh.
"Uhhhhh, yaghghghhghh!" Karen cried, twisting and jerking her hips shamelessly. Uncle Billy rose, watching her as his prick grew harder. He grabbed her ass, spreading her ass-cheeks widely apart.
"You're gonna feel it all over now, baby. You're gonna feel it licking right into your cunt if I can do it," he threatened.
When Karen felt her uncle's fingers jerking her cunt lips apart, she groaned. The flame was raking her plump ass-cheeks now. It almost felt like the playful slap of a boyfriend. She started to weep. Uncle Billy let her go, stepping back to watch her humiliation. Then laughing softly, he had his son turn up the flame. The long orange tongue of fire rubbed and brushed up against her ass, reddening her flesh. The teen groaned, jerking on the ropes and begging once more for mercy. Her uncle kept her ass-cheeks spread apart, passing the flame in and out of her asscrack.
"Oh, stop, oh, God! You're hurting me! Oh, God, no, no, noooo!"
Uncle Billy stood up, reaching around and sticking his forefinger into her cunt, while Davey moved the flame back and forth over her asscrack. Karen groaned, cinching her eyes shut tight while she felt his finger wriggling its way into her fuck-hole. The rubber-like rim of her pussy cinched down hard, milking at the invader. Uncle Billy held her down, sliding that finger down, down until his knuckles were pressing into her soft, hot cuntflesh. Karen let out another howl as the fire licked deep into her shitter.
"Ooooowwwwwwww!"
"You like this, baby. You like this, all the fire, all the fuckin', isn't that right, Karen?"
"No, no, not true!" she gasped, barely able to pronounce the words.
"Liar!"
He slapped her hard across the face, still pushing his finger deep into her cunthole.
"I can feel you down there. You're all warm and wet, just like a woman should be. But you need something like this," he said, nodding down toward the lamp, "to get you going."
"No, no, no!"
He began stroking her clit, making Karen snap her knees toward one another, while she jerked her ass up once again from the table top. She writhed, crying out as the flame seemed to burn deeper. It was like the lust burning in her pussy, driving all thoughts from her mind except those of fucking. Davey was laughing, moving the fire now down a little farther until the flame was singeing some of the blonde cunt curls poking down from her pussy. He was getting too close to her cunt! The thought of that fire tickling into her pussy both terrified and excited her. More juice seeped from her velvety cunt slot, wetting down her cunt curls as the fire licked up a little farther. The blonde teen let out another howl of terror, her pussy spasming shut on the wiggling finger.
"She's going for it, Son. She can't keep her pussy from licking my finger."
"See what happens-now!"
Davey spread her ass-cheeks a little farther, now brushing his fingers up against her pussy. Karen could feel both men touching her, feeling her up. She groaned through her chattering, clenched teeth. And then the flame itself was licking at her pussy. Karen opened her mouth, a rush of air escaping over her teeth. The pain, the horror had stilled her voice for the moment. She stared round-eyed at the ceiling, her nostrils flaring as her chest tightened. She was concentrating on that fire, her mind centering on that horrid flame that was licking now just below her pussy. Again Davey brought the Coleman lantern up, letting the fire flick in and burn more of her cunt curls. Karen let out a howl, her throat aching from the effort of screaming so much.
"That's it, Son. I think she's had enough of the fire for now."
Davey said something in disappointment, then pulled the Coleman lantern out from under the girl. Karen sighed with thankful relief, feeling him push the board back into the workbench. She was gasping in air now, feeling a bit more relaxed as she rubbed her injured ass over the wood. That awful fire had nearly burned her cunt to ashes!
"Now you know we aren't screwin' around, right Karen? We mean business here. Son, gimme a cigarette. I want the little girl here to know we mean to get serious," Uncle Billy said, his face darkening cruelly.
"No, oh, no. I know you're not joking!" she gasped, her voice a throaty whisper. Not more burning. Oh, God, not more pain, not so soon after that dreadful fire singeing her cunt and ass-hole!
Bill took a pack, handed to him by his son, easing one cigarette out. He slipped it between his lips, his son lighting it with a match. Karen wrinkled her nose. He was blowing the smoke in her face. She could smell the burned sulphur from the struck match. It was like roasting in hell, she thought as she kept her gaze glued to her sadistic uncle.
"You know, I felt your pussy really tightenin' up when Davey was down there burnin' up. your ass," he said, taking a long drag, then letting out a thin trail of smoke toward the ceiling. "You were goin' nuts, movin' that ass back and forth while I was fuckin' you with my finger. You like pain, don't you, Karen?"
"No, no, you're crazy!"
She stared at him, her breaths becoming shorter, raspier. Uncle Billy took another drag, then held the cigarette lightly between his thumb and forefinger and brought it down between her legs. He smiled, moving the cigarette up until the glowing tip was singeing the girl's blonde cunt curls black. Karen whimpered, a scream about to explode in her throat. She felt the small but intense, concentrated heat curling into her pussy like a tongue. Jerking her head up, Karen watched with growing terror, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. She curled her fingers, feeling her muscles cramp with the growing tension.
Karen strained to be silent. She didn't want to give her uncle and cousin the pleasure of listening to her cry out in pain and fear. But the strain was becoming too great for her. She tried cringing away, the heat from the cigarette starting to redden the flesh around her cunt. Bill moved the cigarette away. He positioned it over the stretched tendon of her left inner thigh, the glowing coal making her flesh sweat and grow pink. Karen writhed against the ropes, feeling them rubbing her damp skin raw with the resulting moving friction. He touched the glowing head of the long white cigarette, dragging it along the line of her tendon.
"Mmmmmfmmmfmmffff!" she groaned.
Karen still tried to keep the scream down. She was tensing her body now, feeling the awful burning shoot into her brain. And then with a whispering crackle, the curly hairs around her pussy began to burn again. The smell of the singeing hair added to the smell of the tobacco. Karen wanted to die.
"No reaction," Bill said with an air of disappointment. "Maybe up here."
Uncle Billy pulled the cigarette from her cunt-mound, moving up up to her left nipple. Again Karen felt the intense heat. This time it was around her tit tip. Uncle Billy was grinning at her with that hellish smile once more, his son standing on the opposite side pinching her right nipple. Karen jerked her head from side to side, first looking pleadingly at Davey, then shifting her gaze to her uncle. Then Uncle Billy dropped the burning tip to her hard, half-inch long red nipple.
At first there was nothing. Karen felt the light pressure of the cigarette against her rigid nipple. Then there was an icy sensation, quickly followed by the searing pain she had felt seconds ago in her ass-hole. Her forehead wrinkled and a scream exploded with a vengeance. "Eeeeeyiiiiiii!"
Karen cinched her eyes shut, tears flowing from under her long lashes, while her body trembled mightily. She pressed up against the restraining ropes, her spine arching away from the table top. Karen thought her bones were crushing from the agony that ripped through her nipple. Oh, God, God, please let me die now! Karen begged silently.
"That's enough of that," Bill said, pulling the cigarette away from her nipple.
Karen fell back against the table once more, staring with growing hatred at the father-son team of sadists.
"No, baby, we don't want you screaming so much," he said, slapping her across the face. "You're gonna give me a headache. Besides, there isn't anyone around here who's going to hear you."
"Yeah, and if they did, they'd probably come right in and join us," Davey commented.
Karen thought of the others. Yes, she could well imagine Davey's friends, Hank and Greig, lining up outside. She watched as her uncle pulled the Coleman lantern completely out from under the table, turning down the flame completely. He then opened his Levi's, shoving them down to his ankles and stepping from them. Davey followed suit. Karen gasped, her cunt tweaking with excitement. Uncle Billy's prick was big, a little thicker, a little longer than his son's. What she saw dangling from between his legs astounded her. She shuddered, twisting again against her bonds. She wanted to run away. And yet at the same time the girl wanted to spread her thighs even farther apart and take on both father and son.
"But you've got to wait for this," Bill said, scratching his balls and fondling his cock.
Uncle Billy bent down, picking up the belt he had pulled earlier from his trouser loops. He curled it once more in his hand, drawing the smooth surface over her thighs. Karen screwed her eyes up and looked questioningly at her uncle. Weren't they going to fuck her?
But Uncle Billy only drew the doubled belt over her thighs, grinning at her once more. She saw his straight white teeth appear just behind his black bushy mustache. Her heart contracted. In spite of all the evil things he had done to her so far, she had to admit he was handsome. At the same time, Karen felt her cunt muscles contracting, squeezing out yet more juice from her fuck-hole. Bill looked down and noticed the dew dotting her singed pussycurls. He smiled more broadly.
Cocking his arm back, her uncle brought the belt down between her thighs. The makeshift weapon struck her clit.
"Eaaaaeeeaayyghghghhhhhh!"
Karen shrieked, snapping her body up like an over-taut bow.
"Hurt, Karen? Did you feel that one?"
"Oh, yes! Oh, please, don't, not again. Not the fire, not this! Oh, no!"
Uncle Bill rubbed the belt against his stubbly chin, surveying his niece's lithe, white body wriggling there atop the workbench. He saw the ropes tightening, the hemp stretching as Karen pulled and yanked at her horrible, restraining bonds. She was staring at him with those same wide, rounded eyes, tears of fear glazing them. Again Bill brought his arm up, waving the belt high in the air. Davey drew back, working his fingers over his prick as he, too, slipped his Levi's down over his ankles and stepped from them.
"Uh, ow! Aghghghghhhh, eyyyiiiiii!"
Again and again, Uncle Billy brought the belt down, striking her across the belly, her tits, then finally her thighs. Soon Karen felt herself nearly become numb to the smacking blows. Working himself into a frenzy, Bill stepped around to the head of his niece, letting the belt straighten, then draping it around her throat. Karen gagged, feeling the leather pressing against her windpipe. Bill had gripped either end of the belt and now was pulling down against her throat.
"No, oh, no, don't! Don't strangle me! Oh, God, don't kill me!"
She looked into her uncle's hellishly glistening eyes. He was going to kill her. This was going to be the ultimate in sadism.
"Noooooo!"
The leather tightened around her windpipe. Desperately, the girl tried to suck in air with wheezing, rattling sounds. Her mouth hung opened. Her nostrils flared, burning with what little oxygen she could draw. It was so horrible, suffocating this way and not being able even to move her arms or legs! The room began to swim around her. Just as she had given up hope, Uncle Billy slipped the belt from her throat, letting it fall with a clatter to the floor.
"This is fun, baby. Don't you think we're all havin' some fun?" he said.
Karen didn't answer. She was coughing and gasping, trying to fill her lungs with the air. Fires of hell raged through the girl as she stared at the two men.
"Davey, bring that box of screws over here. I want to see your cousin in 'em."
Karen lay quietly, thanking God there were some moments to rest. In a second her cousin returned with a large brown wooden box. She could hear metallic things rattling in it.
"This'll make you feel even better about fucking. Most girls dig it," Davey said, pulling out several screw-like devices.
Karen stared curiously at them, wrinkling her forehead in surprise as she watched her uncle select several and lay them carefully between her spread legs.
"This one's the first," he said, holding up a clamp shaped something like an earring, then bringing it up against her right cunt lip.
Karen shuddered at the cold metal, her knees jerking slightly, her ankle pulling against the rope. She dropped her head the moment she felt the clamp cinching down on her cunt lip. Uncle Billy began screwing the object tighter and tighter. He had her pussylip trapped in the screw, and in a moment he was pulling it against her right thigh.
"That's good."
Bill smiled as the girl gritted her teeth in pain and humiliation. The pulling sensation was as agonizing as it was degrading. And now her uncle was taking a second screw and doing the same thing to her left cunt lip.
"You're openin' her so much, Dad, you could drive a bus through her," Davey laughed.
"She's still tight down there," Bill said, poking one finger into his niece's pussy to make sure.
Karen let put another whimper, feeling his finger gouging deep into her cunt. "Ohhhh, no, stop!"
Uncle Billy pulled his finger out, sniffing at it and grinning down at her.
"Hot cunt-juice. Man, honey, that means you're really into this! She's so steamin' now, I bet she'd fry up a couple of cocks real fast."
Next her uncle took several screws a little smaller than the first, attaching them to her nipples. He was careful with the right tit tip, the one he had burned lightly with his cigarette. She clenched her fists, her fingernails digging into her sweat-damp palms.
"Now we're starting-okay, Karen honey? Your uncle's gonna fuck you good. Davey, you can get her in the mouth if you want. You said she-likes that."
"Oh, yeah. Gonna break her jaw with my cock," Davey grunted.
"No, ohhhhh!"
Uncle Bill crawled on top of her, his mouth hungrily searching for hers. And when his mouth found her lips, he bit down, chewing on her lips, drawing some blood.
"No, no, don't-don't do this, Uncle Billy, don't fuck me!"
But something else inside her was begging the big man to fuck her. She could feel his hard, hot prick rubbing up against her thighs, poking into her cunt. The more she screamed, the more Bill slapped her across the face. Now she could feel a wonderful heat flaming through her body, a flame as hot as the one that had seared her ass.
"You wanna get fucked like a wild woman? Okay, baby, that's the way you're gonna get it."
Karen rolled her eyes up just in time to see her cousin dangling his prick in front of her. Oh God, it was a nightmare-or dream-come true!