Chapter 6
The torture earlier that morning had certainly been bad enough; but what was happening now almost made Ann look back longingly on the lewd breakfast. At least that torture had been sexual, with humiliation blended in, but now her situation was one of excruciating pain.
After breakfast, William had taken her from the dining room and led her down dim hallways then down a winding stone staircase to the deep depths of the mansion. There, a dungeon-like basement had waited with new promises of torment and shame.
Ann's arms and shoulders now ached from supporting her weight in a set of chains anchored to a pulley high over her head. Her wrists were sore from the metal clamps that bound them, and the skin had started to chafe.
She hung naked in the middle of the vast basement, her legs draped downward, her bare toes only just touching the floor. At first, she had been - when William had left her alone, but now it had been at least two hours and it seems like long, lonely days had passed in pain. Somewhere above her, she knew, on the main levels of the mansion, the Bradley clan was going on about its collective life while Ann was bound in what passed for their dungeon.
She groaned, trying to lift herself in the chains. She couldn't decide whether it hurt worse with her arms straight or bent. When she dangled down with her arms straight, the pressure felt like it would tear her shoulders from their joints. But when she lifted herself to bend her elbows, her muscles quickly weakened and began to cramp horribly. So she let them go straight and dangled, for a while, looking down at her tits. There were Stew bruises on the mounds and the size for the tips of fingers. Sweat leaked down across the tops of her tits. Their perspiration drew marks on her chin, neck and chest through the dried pussy-juice left by Ruth Bradley and her daughter.
And this time Ann's groan was one of deep shame rather than of pain. Wallowing in the strong sense of guilt she'd carded through all of her life, she knew that what she had felt up in the dining room when she was eating Teresa's pussy was terribly, terribly wrong.
When Ann had licked the young girl's body, it hadn't been only food that excited her. Unwittingly, she had found herself responding to a driving lust. By the time she had pressed her mouth over the pouting, hairless pussy-hole, she hadn't given a damn about eating the sausage, and even less about George fucking her hard in the ass. She had eaten the sausage out of Teresa's cunt to get it out of the way so she could furiously suck and tongue-fuck the little pussy-hole until it had climaxed right into her face.
Behind Ann, a door opened, casting a soft light into the dim room. The sudden noise startled Ann and she jerked furiously in the chains, Then she realized someone was in the dungeon-like basement with her, and she almost cried out with relief.
"Thank goodness!" she exclaimed. "Oh, please, take me down!"
Candle-like lights into the walls suddenly lit. The door slammed with a loud snap. But then silence. No voice or vision told her who had entered.
"I'll be good!" Ann cried, trying to twist in her chains to look back over her shoulder.
Her wrists were scraped by the clamps and her shoulders felt like they were pulled out of joints, but she still couldn't see. And the silence grew to a threat.
"I'll do whatever you say!" she gasped, becoming more frightened by the second.
The relief that had flooded through her when she heard the door open was completely gone now, and the possibility of rescue had turned black and grim.
"Oh, please" she cried again, chills running down her spine. "I'll suck your cock and lick your balls, and even beg you to fuck cock up my ass!" Then, realizing there was no assurance that the visitor was male, she added: "I'll tongue-fuck your pussy-hole and worship it until my belly is full of your juices! Please let me down and "I'll lick your tits until you can't sit.
But there was no response except for the click of hard leather heels on the stone floor. Someone was approaching her naked body from the rear.
"I'll do anything!" Ann wailed, almost out of her mind with fear. The muteness was more threatening than harsh words could ever be. "Just give me a cock r cunt to suck! Oh, please, please!"
When a voice finally curled around from behind her, it offered no relief.
"Oh, you'll do all of that bitch!" Ruth Bradley whispered. "You'll even eat shit out of my asshole if that's what I decide you will do!"
Ann's mother-in-law stepped around in front of Ann's naked, trembling body. Ann gasped, and her fright peaked even higher when she saw how the older woman was dressed. Gone now was the calm matron of the family who had presided in a robe over breakfast that morning. Here now, instead, was the most wicked-looking individual Ann had ever seen in her life, and the sight scared her so much that her bladder let go and she pissed down the insides of her legs, Hot, stinging piss streamed from her cunt-hole to wash down both thighs. The piss ran down past her knees and ankles to splash loudly from her heels onto the stone floor.
The older woman was dressed was dressed completely in black leather, from the thick, spiked collar around her neck, down to the boots with heels at least six inches high. Long leather gloves reached up past her elbows, and the tops of the boots were high above her knees. Parts of the fingers and palms were cut out of the gloves to give her a firm grip on whatever she might hold, and there were sharp metal studs positioned on her knuckles.
The leather garment that clutched tightly at her body was unlike anything Ann had ever seen. It had thick straps that crossed the shoulders, but circular holes for the tits had been cut out. The firm, succulent tits of the older woman shoved through to poke hard, deeply roughed nipples out into the room. Against the blackness of the leather, the tit-flesh was remarkably creamy, like white cakes with cherries on top.
The leather covered her stomach as well as the sides of her hips, but there was no crotch at all to the garment. The hole in the leather between her legs circled upward in front to reveal the full bush of fiery cunt hair that Ann had been forced to bury her face into. And when her mother-in-law turned around to go to a cabinet built into one wall, Ann could see the woman's full ass-cheeks rubbing together as Ruth walked.
Ann could feel the sadistic waves flowing through the room from Ruth Bradley. Every inch of Ann's naked body trembled and began to ache just from seeing the horrible woman.
The cabinet door opened and a long, snaky whip was taken out. Its handle fitted into Ruth's hand like it had been made for her grasp. As she carried it back over toward her frightened, naked daughter-in-law, she let the lash ripple on the floor and trail along behind.
"Now, cunt!" Ruth spat into Ann's face when she stepped up to within inches of her daughter-in-law's bound body. "There's a few things you're going to have to learn! And one of them is that you're here for the pleasure of the family and not for your own! Nobody told you that you could enjoy yourself when you were eating my little girl's pussy!"
"Oh no, but I didn't!" Ann cried. "I was just hungry! I had to eat!"
"Filthy liar!" Ruth hissed and slammed an open palm against the side of Ann's naked body.
The skin stung from the blow and mad Ann grimace in pain.
"Now we're going to start out little conversation all over again!" Ruth said as Ann gasped air into her lungs. "You were told to lick food off her body and eat out Teresa's cunt-hole, but nobody told you that your own pussy could go slick!"
"I couldn't help it!" Ann sobbed, her chin falling to her chest. "I'm so terribly, terribly ashamed!"
"You ought to be," Ruth said sternly. "You're not allowed to enjoy eating pussy or cock in this family until you're accepted as a Bradley woman!"
Ann's mind whirled. She had meant she was humiliated over eating pussy at all, but the older woman seemed to be telling her that her guilt should have come from enjoying eating cunt-hole too soon. Apparently, the family thought it was perfectly okay to snack on hard cock and leaking pussy as long as you were an accepted family member.
"So you're going to have to be punished like a little bitch dog!" Ruth hissed into Ann's face.
Ann groaned, fully aware of what the punishment would entail. Her mother-in-law hadn't taken the whip from the closet to draw pictures in the dust on the floor, and it didn't take a genius to understand that.
"Don't use the whip!" The young newlywed pleaded with her mother-in-law. "Please don't beat me and I'll do everything that you say! I'll even promise to cry and hate it when you make me eat out your cunt!"
"You still don't understand, do you?" Ruth asked. "Whether you agree to it or not, you're going to do all those things anyway, bitch! Your offer doesn't mean a thing! You're going to cunt-lick and be beaten, and you better get used to that! Right now, I'm going to whip your naked flesh raw for enjoying yourself this morning, then I'm going to take you down and piss all over your face!"
"Noooo!" Ann moaned as Ruth backed away from her and moved around out of sight.
The frightened, bound woman could hear the whip rustle on the stone, then snap up and cut through the air before it lashed across the back of her waist.
"Aaaeeeiii!" Ann screamed, her body thrashing in the chains.
A Horrible, burning pain drew a scarlet line into her flesh. The next lash came across her naked ass, searing both of the ass-cheeks at the same time.
"I can't stand it!" Ann shrieked, feeling a pain she'd never even known existed. "Please don't hit me again! It's torturing me!"
"You'll stand it, all right!" Ruth shouted as her right arm cocked the whip again. "The whip and a whole lot more before I'll ever accept your nasty cunt in the Bradley family!"
The lash branded Ann again. The blow crashing into her ass. The scarlet lines in her skin criss-crossed. Pathways all around the back of her body were being cut by the evil blackness of the whip. Again and again the brutal thing bit and tormented her as Ruth snapped the lash with all of her strength. When the whip sliced across Ann's upper back, the tip wrapped around her side and snapped savagely against the side of her naked left tit, making the mound bounce violently all around her chest.
Then, when several seconds went by without another slashing blow, Ann hoped withal of her heart that the savage beating was finally over. But Ruth was simply changing positions to one where she could lash the front of her daughter-in-law's body.
When Ann saw her husband's mother standing slightly to the side and aiming the whip at her tits, she began screaming at the top of her lungs. But all of the screaming in the world couldn't stop the bite of the terrible whip. It cut cross both of her tits, savaging both of her nipples at the same time. Ann was sure the tit-nubs had been torn from her flesh, and she was surprised to see them angry and red, brutalized and beaten, but still obviously in place. In horror, she watched the next lash land and slice across the skin of her stomach. Immediately, a scarlet line erupted on her belly.
And still the beating went on as the young woman continued to wail. Again and again, her tits and stomach were lashed, then the whip moved down onto the fronts of her legs. But finally the lash grew still for a minute and Ann feebly lifted her chin from her chest. Her mother-in-law was standing directly in front of her, the coils of the whip curled up near her feet. There was a demented, sadistic smile on Ruth's face as she stared wild-eyed at the naked, tortured young woman.
"We can end this beating anytime that you want!" the leather-clad woman hissed at Ann. "All you have to do is spread your legs apart and ask me to whip you once right on your tender pussy-slit!"
Ann was horrified, at the evilness of the thought, and immediately her thighs snapped together to protect the delicate flesh of her cunt. She remembered well how severe the pain had been when Travis had spanked her pussy with the belt, and the whip would increase the agony by a lot.
"You're not going to ask?" Ruth whispered in a voice filled with bitter laughter. "That gives me a little more time to see if my whip can tear your nipples from your tits!"
Ann's mouth fell open as she watched the blows again. The whip curled around her mother-in-law's legs, then leaped up. The tip of the leather whip reached her abused right nipple before popping against the swollen bud with a loud crack.
"Aaaeeeiii!" the captive woman screamed. Her eyes watched the end of tit and she was surprised to see that the nipple was still there. But before her amazement could sin completely in, the whip was snapping at the nipple of her left tit.
Ann sounded as if she was drowning in pain. Her bladder let go again, and hot piss streamed down the insides of her legs for the second time in minutes. She knew that neither one of her tits would survive even one more brutal blow, but her mother-in-law appeared ready to beat Ann through the rest of the afternoon and well into the long night.
Before Ann could thing about it, her legs spread apart. Her toes left the ground and her hips levered up the weight of her legs. Her crotch flared open, spreading her cunt gash wide.
"Whip me in the pussy!" Ann screamed, wild-eyed with fear of the coming pain.
As soon as the terrible words were out of her mouth, the whip snaked around on the floor and leaped up to strike again. This time the lash was directed underhand by the woman in black leather, and the tearing tip of the whip popped when it reached its limits, the timing and distance were perfect, and the crack of the whip seared into Ann's spread pussy. Her cunt-flesh was savaged, the pussy-meat completely red, and her cunt-hole gaped open in shock.
"Aaaeeeiii!" she screamed, and her legs clamped together, almost catching the whip between as the long lash dropped to the floor. Ann's whole body was leaping and bucking in the wrist-tearing chains as every muscle and nerve inside her went completely out of control. Never before had she known pain so severe, not even when her nipples had been whipped.
There was a clanking far above her and Ann noticed that, the whip had grown still. She searched frantically around for her mother-in-law. She finally spotted Ruth standing by the wall moving the lever to the chains. Slowly, Ann settled down until her feet were flat on the floor, and, as the chains grew even lower, she collapsed to the stone. Her body jerked and twisted and her legs splayed out from her battered pussy-flesh. Even the pressure from her own cunt-lips caused her pussy gash to ache.
Ruth walked over to the moaning, writhing woman and stared down at Travis' new wife. This little bitch had dared to join the Bradley family. Ruth had done so herself decades ago, lasting through the brutal punishment and pain, and she was committed to see that Ann suffered no less. And now there was one more humiliation she had promised the naked little bitch, so, as the young woman grew still on the floor, Ruth lifted one foot over onto the other side of Ann's neck and began lowering her pussy toward the face still racked in pain.
Ann saw it coming and remembered Ruth's words. But she had no strength to try to twist away.
Ruth's red-haired, furry pussy began to flare open, revealing the hot, juicy cunt-lips that Ann had been forced to lick.
Lower and lower the cunt came and wider and wider it stretched. Finally it stopped, just six inches from Ann's nose.
"No!" Ann shrieked when she was the first glistening drop of piss.
The piss splashed directly in the tormented young woman's face, stinging her eyes and scalding her skin. The strong smell of piss swarmed into her nose only a fraction of a second before the flood of stinging pee followed the aroma straight up both of her nostrils.
Ann gasped at the feeling of being drowned, and her moth flew open, only to have piss wash hotly inside. She coughed and gagged on the hot liquid, then finally swallowed it down, feeling it burn clear to her stomach as her mouth was filled up again.
And while the piss was still flowing, Ruth wiped her pussy all over the young woman's face, finally settling her cunt down over her daughter-in-laws mouth to piss strongly into the gasping throat. More and, more of the heady liquid was gulped down as Ann fought desperately to keep from drowning in her mother-in-law's piss.