Chapter 7
The minutes tickled by slowly. The temperature in the cold fruit cellar dropped, but the woolen blanket managed to keep Karen warm. She huddled in a corner, her legs tucked under her naked ass as she thought of the day's events. They had raped her brutally. And what was worse, she had enjoyed it. Even the beatings had had their pleasant edge. Karen shrugged her head between her shoulders, feeling shivers of revulsion mixed with shudders of pleasure race through her. Things were happening too quickly for her to understand them. Her uncle and cousin were pushing her along a path she both wanted and dreaded.
There was a claw-like skitter of some small animal that had stopped near her. She drew her feet in a little more, hugging the blanket tightly around her shoulders. It would be just like her uncle to leave her here to deal with this awful creature. Karen leaned forward, straining through the hazy darkness to try to see anything. Her heart beat wildly as she thought about the possibilities that awaited her.
"Oh!" she gasped.
That skittering sounded again. Karen shrank in against a corner, her eyes darting about the room wildly. Her stomach growled. She hadn't had anything to eat in a while. Moving the blanket around her throat, she thought about taking a nice warm bath, as well. How good it would be to be back at home safe in her snug, warm bed rather than crouching here naked in her uncle's cold fruit cellar.
Hearing footsteps, Karen jerked to a sitting position, her fingers nervously clutching at the blanket. Looking outside through that small, high window, she could see that it wasn't daylight yet. How long had they kept her down here? In a moment the heavy wooden door of the fruit cellar grated open. Someone had switched on the light. Karen shielded her eyes from the glare. The bright shaft of yellow hurt after so many hours in complete darkness. She squeezed her fingers together, feeling her heart skip a beat.
"Okay, up, Karen. We're ready for you."
The young teen refused to move. She sat there, her head bent slightly to the floor. Davey walked in and lifted her by the arms, dragging her from the cellar. She kept her head down, her long blonde hair falling over her face. Uncle Billy had turned on all the basement lights. Looking through her curtaining hair, Karen tried to adjust her eyes to the sudden glare. Her uncle's fingers tightened around her upper arm as Davey pulled her forward toward the far wall. They stopped, Karen's eyes rolled up. She saw a horizontal wooden bar hanging approximately six feet from the floor, suspended by a single chain attached to the ceiling. Davey moved to a pulley device nearby, lowering it until it dangled directly over her head.
"Raise your hands, both of them," her uncle ordered.
Karen hesitated, and was rewarded with a sharp slap across her face. She shook the hair from her eyes, pulling her arms up, feeling the insides of her wrists touching either side of the pole. Both Davey and his dad worked quickly, using two lengths of brown leather thong to bind her wrists to the rod. Karen groaned, watching them loop the leather around in two double-figure-eight knots, cinching the material tightly against her flesh. The muscles in her arms strained from their upright position. But Karen was still able to stand with her feet flat on the floor.
"You've been laying in that damned place for a while. You've got cum on your pussy," Uncle Billy said, pointing to her cunt.
Karen blushed furiously, trying to twist her cunt away from his view.
"I can't have a niece of mine walking around like that."
Immediately, Karen once more thought of that warm bath, that snug bed back in LA. Then she realized she was being stretched here, stark naked, hung from the ceiling, her body vulnerable to any sort of attack her uncle and cousin could imagine. Karen shivered, moving to one side to hide her pussy from their lewd, staring eyes. The belt marks on her thighs showed.
"That's what we're going to do here, Karen. We're going to hose you down."
Her Uncle Billy had attached a long black rubber hose to one of two faucets in a double-sink washbasin to his right. Davey was tightening the fitting, then looking toward his father for direction. Uncle Billy held the nozzled end, then nodded his head, gripping the hose tightly with both hands. There was a breathless moment's pause. And then the water gushed out, smashing onto Karen's rib cage.
She opened her mouth in surprise, her feet slipping on the wet, slick concrete floor. More than once she felt them slip out from under her. But the pole above her kept her from tumbling to the concrete. The chain rattled from the violent moves of her body, while the hot water played up and down her body. Karen screamed, the water splashing up to her face, making her close her eyes. Droplets stung the insides of her nostrils. Her long blonde hair was tangled around her throat, soaked with the water.
"No, stop this!" Oh, please!"
They were going to drown her if they kept this up.
"This is how they clean the pigs for the market. You ain't much better," Davey said, his voice rising over the roar of the water.
Karen glanced at him. The water slashed down at her ankles, knocking them back. Again, she fell, her arms tugging tight against the wooden pole. Karen groaned, the leather straps rubbing against her already injured flesh. The pulling, painful weight shot through her arms, taking her breath away. Karen struggled to move her feet forward to take the weight off her arms and shoulders. Then Uncle Billy moved the stream down, down to her crotch. The touch of that stinging water against her clit set up a lusty flash fire in her crotch. Karen let out another gasp as that blast of erotic sensation nearly paralyzed her.
The water was just hot enough to make Karen perspire under it. She rolled from side to side, her belly tightening along with her cunt. Her long hair flew back when Uncle Billy moved the stream up to her throat. Karen then brought her feet forward, curling her toes, rubbing them against the warming concrete. The chill she had experienced in the fruit cellar was gone. All that hot water had taken away the ache in her bones. The young girl inhaled sharply, almost enjoying the hot stream now shooting straight up between her thighs. Bill then shot the full stream against her right thigh, forcing her body to turn around.
"Ahhhhhh, iiiii!" she wailed.
Uncle Billy had moved around, too. Now he was blasting the water right against her ass, making her ass-cheeks jiggle, droplets shooting into her ass-hole. Karen's eyes rounded, her knees buckling at the sensation of the stream in her shitter. The girl let out a sharp cry, hunching back at it involuntarily. That blast was like a huge tongue driving into her ass-hole, then licking down, down toward her cunt.
"Oh!" Karen gasped, her seal-slick body dangling like a piece of wet meat from the ceiling.
She still tried to turn sideways to keep her face away from her uncle. Karen was terrified that he would move the water up to her throat again and cut off her breathing. Uncle Billy moved back, still gripping the black hose tightly. He kicked its length to one side, bending his knees to get better leverage. Karen turned around and saw clouds of steam rising from the cold floor. She saw the savage brightness of her uncle's eyes. And then Karen caught sight of something rather odd. Her cousin
Davey was attaching another hose to the other faucet. Then Uncle Billy moved the stream back down to her clit and cunthole. He was moving the stream back and forth, making Karen shake and shiver her hips shamelessly. She couldn't hide the rising lust burning in her pussy.
"Hey, Son! Get a load of this! She's fucking the water! She can't even turn off for a second!"
"Told you, Dad. This one don't stop for anyone. She's one hell of a hot little mink to fuck. Man, she'd probably take on the whole fuckin' football team if we could get 'em down here!"
Their cruel words shredded her already shattered pride. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust, letting her legs spread farther apart. If there were some way she could hide her cunt from them, she would. But the cruel thongs kept her arms straight up, her arms supporting her dangling body at times, while her feet slipped and slid.
"Nooooo!"
Uncle Billy was moving around rapidly now, shooting the water up her ass-hole, then moving around and sending the stream right into her cunt. She loved the flapping feeling her cunt lips made when the stream splashed into her pussy. It was then Karen threw back her head and let out groan after groan. She couldn't hide the sexual heat from her eyes any longer. Davey was right. She was a bitch, a whore, a slut who couldn't hide her growing lust.
The lowering clouds of steam in the room rose around her, making her perspire even more. Karen blinked the tears from her eyes, even while her nipples stood out straight and red. She bit down hard on her lower lip. No matter how much the hosing had aroused her, she didn't want her uncle and cousin to see her starting to cum.
Yes, she was going to climax with this awful water spraying into her pussy. That would surely send them laughing at her, deriding her, stomping her into the dirt. It wouldn't be long, either, until she felt her cunt going off. Karen could feel the unmistakable hot, itchy tension in her rubbery cunt. There was the slow opening and closing of her cunt muscles. She could feel that sharp ache turning into something much more intense around her clit, while her nipples throbbed in time to her clit. Karen let her head loll forward, then fall back, her eyes going out of focus. No, this wasn't the strong kind of climax she had had with her uncle. But it was powerful enough, strong enough to take her breath away. Her toes curled, her fingers cramped.
Karen twisted her hips, seeking out the stream. It was starting to feel more and more erotic. Her wrists rubbed against the pole, tugging at the thongs. It was almost as if she were looking for more pain, more sensation to heighten the feeling rumbling and erupting in her cunt. Her tightened thighs shivered, her chest rose and fell mightily. She was rutting, strung up from the ceiling, her own uncle directing that heavy stream of water right into her pussy. And there was nothing she could do to stop him! "Uhhhhh, ooooooowwwww!" she cried. Her feet slipped back on the floor once more, making her body dangle and bounce against the wooden pole. The chain groaned above her, threatening to come apart from the weight. Karen screamed, her knees bent, her feet flailing helplessly along the floor. The lewd hot mass of sensation in her cunt accelerated, sharpened as the water beat steadily at her clit. She could feel her pussy tightening, milking at the stinging water.
Karen wanted to feel the tremendous sensation of cumming once more. Her brain simmered, her body tightened. She could feel the start of that pulsing, vibrating release that would tear through all her muscles. She gritted her teeth, trying to force herself over the peak. A quick move of her uncle's arm swept the water across her tits, then back to-hercunt.
"Man, oh, man, she looks like she's gonna make it," Davey said, moving up to his father, gripping the hose in both hands as well.
"I'm gonna make sure she doesn't cum yet," Uncle Billy said.
The water toyed with her tits now, forcing her hot hard nipples into her tit flesh. Karen screamed, feeling the hot tight ache in her cunt slip down. She was going to cum. And then the tension that had nearly pushed her over the edge ebbed. The young teen growled with frustration, tossing her head from side to side. The full underswell of her tits throbbed under the hot flow.
"Uhhhhh, oh, no, no, don't do this to me! Oh, God in heaven, don't!"
The stream moved down to her cunt again. This time, the blast opened the flesh around her clit. It felt like a big mouth sucking and licking at the whole top of her cunt-mound. Karen cried out again, her nostrils flaring, her throat tightening as scream after scream shrilled from her lips.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
The force of that hot water had aroused every square inch of her hanging body. The teenaged girl had never felt such extreme need to let go. Even the insides of her thighs ached for the release only orgasm could give her.
Karen wanted to cry-out to her uncle to bring her off. Instead, she hung there, rutting and growling, hoping he would keep the hose on her cunt now. And, oh, how the whole top of her cunt was tied in knots of hunger. She was waiting for that last bit of tension, that last bit of pressure that would push her over the edge. Her hips rolled and circled, looking for that last small bit of sensuality.
"Now!" her uncle shouted.
There was the sound of more water rushing. Then Karen felt a blast of cold water hit her cunt dead center, while the hot stream hit her right in the face. Karen could feel her cunt clenching like a fist, the walls slapping together as they clamped down on thin air.
The combination of hot and cold was painful, and she could hardly breathe. The water was beating at her throat, then smothering her face, the drops shooting into her mouth and up her nose. Karen wailed, twisting her head to one side, sucking in as much air as she could.
"No, oh, nooooooo!"
When the cold stream blasted over her tits, Karen thought the freezing temperature would strangle her. Behind her, she could hear the water gurgling down a nearby drain. Her whole chest spasmed, battling against the awful chill of the second hose. She heard her uncle and cousin laughing. But nothing mattered. All the girl wanted was to have those awful, powerful streams stop.
"Ohhhhh, please, oh, no, don't, you don't know what you're making me feel!" Karen wailed, staring tearfully at her uncle.
"Not my fault you're ruttin' like this, honey. It's something in you. I'm not making you feel anything. You're doing it yourself," her uncle said accusingly.
It was true. She felt herself spinning totally out of control. The water and the gut-wrenching burst of her climax wouldn't let her regain any sort of command of her mind and body. It was going to happen. In spite of the hot-and-cold treatment she was getting, she could feel her cunt rising back up in temperature. She was writhing on the ropes, her feet kicking out, her cunt lips rubbing against one another.
"Yaghghghghhh!" she screamed.
"She's gonna make it, Son. Yeah, she's gonna cum pretty fuckin' soon."
"Yeah, just like that! Man, never thought I'd see anything like it."
There was more laughter. But the sound of the water drowned it out. She rolled and jerked, feeling the two streams blasting against the spasming rings of her ass-hole and pussy. Karen strangled on her sobs, her breath shortened by the spasms preceding her cum. The bright steamy room seemed to darken.
Karen clawed her fingers against the wooden pole and leather thongs. No, it couldn't be happening! And yet she could feel her pussy tightening again and again, convulsing as her climax began against the spraying water. "Noooooooo!"
Karen wailed, her body swaying as her wrinkly areolas tightened until the whole surface of each tit hurt from the compression. Karen cried out, her head snapping from left to right, her tits bouncing on her chest. Another powerful spasm smashed through her cunt, taking the air from her lungs. The girl bellowed, her knees jerking up from the force of her climax. Oh, if only she could have something harder, something thicker and longer in her pussy, other than that stream. Still her Uncle Billy played his hot water up and down, up and down against the top part of her wrinkling cunt. Knots of tension exploded, sending bright streamers of delight racing from her pussy to her brain.
Karen actually tried climbing onto the hanging pole. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes wide, every square inch of her body tense with sexual excitement. Her arms and legs spasmed and shivered while the room round her darkened and dimmed even more. Suddenly Karen felt everything around her crack down. She heard her cousin shout out something to her.
Karen only moaned, her head dropping onto her chest. She felt unconsciousness sweep over her as her pussy contracted violently one more time.
The black peace her violent climax had brought was a blessing. Karen didn't feel them turn off the hoses and remove the thongs that held her hanging from the ceiling. She had dreams, erotic dreams about her uncle and cousin. More than once, she saw them dressed hideously in some leather outfit, each one beating her with whips and crops. How the stinging of the leather aroused her. Rather than cry out in fear and pain Karen saw herself twisting in delight, wallowing in her agony, glorying in it.
Such dreams as these drifted through her mind until she finally awakened. At first she thought she was back in the fruit cellar. Then Karen realized something was in her mouth-a gag! She blinked her eyes open immediately, tightening her jaws and feeling her teeth sinking down into something soft, yet firm, a rubber ball of sorts. Then the girl realized someone had inserted a small latex ball in her mouth, the gag affixed to her skull by a leather strap buckled behind her head. When she tried to move, Karen realized that she was still bound. But this time the bondage was different. The girl realized she was on her belly, the cold wet concrete rubbing against her damp flesh.
"Hey, she's awake!"
"Yeah, time to get up, Karen. Never saw a broad knocked out by her own cum. Man, you're one hell of a fuck, any way you slice it. And that's what we're gonna see-just how much you can take. Call it a scientific experiment," her uncle said.
When Karen tried to move, she realized she'd been bound head to foot once more.