Chapter 2
"Eaghghghhghh!"
The belt again! When would it end? Susan banged her head up against the .water heater, her fingers turning white from the pressure as they held onto the supports. He was beating her lower back now, the long black leather belt snapping again and again against her flesh. The thick leather sizzled through the air once more, this time smashing against her shitter.
She screamed, feeling her tiny ass-hole being yanked out of shape from the force of that blow. How her ass burned! The heat tore through her loins, spreading deliciously into her cunt. Jack hit her again and again, making her feel the pain was more than she could bear. Still she held on, screaming, crying out, feeling the belt tearing into her ass. And how that burning touch, the feel of the leather searing her flesh made her want to feel the touch of her cousin's cock in her pussy. She wanted it, needed it. It was a shameful thought, one that made the young girl tremble. But all she could think of was that cock-bulge she'd seen pressing out against Jack's jeans earlier ... and his threats about fucking her. "Uhhhhhh!"
Susan squirmed and jerked, her whimpers turning into cries at times as the leather drew out more agonizing pain. Welts started crisscrossing her ass.
"You dig that, baby? You dig havin' your butt warmed up before a good hot fucking?"
"No, no, no fuck ... no!"
She tried not to cry. The leather was burning her so. But still Susan tried to keep the tears back. Maybe they would excite her cousin more. Maybe he would hurt her more. Oh why, why wasn't her uncle back yet?
"Yaghghghhghhhhhh!"
The belt crashed against her spine. Already the searing pain had shot into her cunt many times, heightening the feeling in her clit. Susan pulled herself up a little farther, pressing her forehead against the cool blue metal supports. Jack stepped back, snapping the leather up against her neck, then smashing it down hard against her lower back. He timed the strokes, making sure she didn't expect them when they crashed against her. Susan felt one blow curl around her cunt lips, the tip of the belt snapping hard against the bottom juncture of her outer pussy labes. It was as if someone had touched her with a live electric needle. The girl let out a screech, her legs jerking out like those of a frog.
More tears flowed as she turned her head and stared at her cousin. How could something this terrible be happening to her? It was some awful dream, some disgusting nightmare from which she'd awaken and find herself safe in her own bed. That fantasy was torn from her with another snapping blow of the leather against her lower back. Jack doubled the belt now, bending at the waist and bringing the smooth material of his weapon snapping up against the rounded tops of her ass-cheeks. Susan cried out again at the rapid-fire attack, her ass-cheeks jiggling against one another as the staccato smacks of the belt echoed against the basement walls.
"Uhhhhhh ... oh God, uhhhhhhh!"
He worked on her ankles now, smacking them, then bringing the buckled end of the belt up hard against her arches. Susan let out another yelp, fearing he would crush those tiny bones. The girl jerked around, drawing her legs up under her ass.
"Get ... get away from me! Oh, God! Someone call the police! Doesn't anyone hear me?" Susan screamed, pulling herself around the back of the water heater.
"No one who counts."
Jack snapped the belt against the water heater, laughing as Susan let out terrified yelps each time the leather smashed against the heater. She had crawled to the back, wedging her body in a grotesque fetal position between the heater and the wall. Dust swirled up in her nose, making her cough and sneeze while Jack prevented her from getting out.
"So, you wanna play games, huh? You wanna play that hard-to-get game of yours.
Right, bitch?"
"Lemme alone, Jack! Get out of here, please!" Susan cried out.
"We're gonna see just who's callin' the shots around here."
What was he talking about? There were no more smacking sounds, no more crashes of the belt nearby. Then Susan realized the pilot light had been turned up-a lot! The gentle hissing she had heard before was turning into a roar. Almost immediately the small dark space she had cornered herself into became an inferno. She couldn't touch the heater without burning herself.
"Uhhh ... n-n-n-nooooooo!"
Susan backed up against the wall, her toes burning as they touched the bottom supports of the heater. She could hear the water boiling inside! Would the thing explode, showering her with scalding water and killing her? Terrified and confused, Susan sucked in her tummy, covering her tits protectively while sliding out from behind the heater toward Jack.
"Knew you'd see the light," he said, twisting her arm the moment she stepped from behind the wall.
"Uhhhhhh!"
He had her down again, her right hand twisted around and pushed up into the small of her back while her wrist was curved up. She fell to the floor, her head lowered, her hair covering her flushed face. The pain shooting up from her wrist and arm made her feel faint with pain. Jack was muttering something about stringing her up, about making her pay for making him work so hard.
He had her back on the floor all the way, this time kneeling on her shoulders. She could smell his crotch, could see that cock-bulge easily now as his knees threatened to break her bones. He slapped her several times across the face, laughing while her hair splashed over her lips. Susan ground her teeth together, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a pained cry.
"You a virgin?"
Susan blinked away her tears, nodding her head up and down.
"Gonna see about that. Don't know if I wanna dirty up my cock with blood."
Jack slid back down, making Susan sigh with relief from the lack of weight against her shoulders. But her relief was short-lived. He scooped up her legs, throwing them back while shoving his nose into her pussy.
She felt his mouth rubbing up against her cunt. Instinctively the girl closed her soft thighs around his head, pillowing them against her cousin's ears as he probed her pussy. She could feel him stretching apart her outer cunt labes, pulling them wide open while sticking in one long finger. The moment he touched her cherry, she tucked her ass back in fear, feeling her belly muscles tighten and quiver.
"Yeah, you've still got your cherry. We're gonna pop that mother, but not with my prick. I got somethin' over here I been workin' on somethin' you're gonna find's real sweet for you."
Jack let her legs fall to the floor. Scrambling up, he took Susan by both wrists and hauled her up from the floor. She shook the hair from her eyes, peering around the room.
"Over here. But first," Jack said, reaching around and pulling out a small piece of quarter-inch nylon line, "I'm gonna make sure you don't try nothin' dumb like gettin' away or somethin'."
Susan shook her head, begged her cousin not to bind her. She felt horribly helpless, completely at the whim of his will as he looped the thin white cord twice around her wrists, cinching it tight against her flesh with a double figure-eight knot. "Now, we walk."
He pushed her between her shoulder blades, making her stumble, laughing at her as she regained her balance and marched in the direction he had indicated. They had walked only a few steps when Jack told her to stop. She heard fumbling behind her. Then another light switched on, making her squint her eyes in surprise and pain.
"What do you think?"
Susan didn't know quite what to think at first. It was a strange machine, she could see. But whatever was it used for? The first thing she thought of was a car engine of sorts-an internal combustion engine. There were rods sticking up, attached to a kind of crankshaft at the bottom of a long gray metal case acting as a framework for the entire machine. The rods, it appeared, could be adjusted by a series of screws attached to one pipe which slipped over a smaller one below. At the top of the outer pipe were a series of groove marks, something that made Susan believe things could be attached to each of the rods. A strange kind of car engine with adjustable piston rods. Yes, that was what it reminded her of. But then why were there those stakes on either side of the engine device? There were various places where rope or chain could be passed through and fastened. The small hairs on the back of her neck were starting to rise. "Like it?"
"I don't ... don't know what it is," she answered truthfully.
"A fucking machine," Jack answered.
"A ... fucking machine?"
"I thought up the thing after reading some weird fuck books. Sounds kinda crazy, but it works-I think."
Jack took her again, pushing her up to the machine, forcing Susan to step over the casing. Her inner thighs fitted tightly against the cold metal casing. She let out a soft cry, feeling her flesh tensing up instinctively from the cold and breaking out into goose pimples. A cold ripple rushed through her pussy as Jack took one of the braces standing on either side of the machine and brought it to her right arm. He did the same with the other, moving around behind her and sliding the pole against her left elbow.
"This is gonna make sure you don't fall off or something."
More line, more rope, more restraint! This time Jack passed the line through an eye fastened in the side of the right pole, threading it through the rope holding her wrists together and against her lower back, and finally securing it to a similar eye fastened in the opposite pole. She was fastened to this odd machine. Looking down Susan saw her cunt was directly over one of the piston rods.
"You're gonna dig this," Jack said, flashing a knowing smile at her.
"No!"
"And somethin' I thought up. This here's gonna grow on you, baby. I mean, each time it cranks around, it's gonna move up and fuck deeper."
"What ... what are you talking about."
"The attachment."
He was bending down now, rummaging through a chipped red metal tool box. She saw him pulling out one of the "attachments" she had guessed fitted onto the vertical rods. It was long and pink, the sides slick with grease. Jack looked at it, then waved it in front of her nose. Susan made a face, leaning back as far as she could. The ropes held her in place.
"Meet your new boyfriend, baby. He's gonna make you feel real nice when he starts fuckin' into you. Yeah, rodded by this monster. It's gonna take care of that cherry real fast."
"No!" Susan screamed, throwing her head back and letting out yelps as she felt her cousin's hands working up against her pussy.
He was screwing that awful dildo onto a rod, the tip of the thing barely touching her cunt. The angled part of the crankshaft on which it was mounted was down, however. Susan knew once the shaft turned, that thing would fuck upward into her pussy.
"Each turn moves that thing up a little-and a little and a little until ... well, you can guess what happens."
Susan kept on screaming, her wrists struggling against the cutting line. Her screams nearly drowned out the sound of the engine starting, the acrid smell of half-burned gasoline filling her nosrils. Susan coughed, pushing her head away, shaking the hair from her eyes and staring wildly at her cousin. She was going to lose her cherry, and lose it to this gruesome fucking machine!
Jack put it in gear, slowly engaging the wheels and letting the crank turn. In and out, in and out the dildo moved. It was still relatively short, the rounded tip slipping between her cunt lips, then pulling out with a soft, sucking sound. She stiffened her legs, arching her toes and pushing them against the floor. The girl tried to move her pussy out of reach. But the restraints from the two side poles kept her in place. Her cousin had told the truth. She could feel that thing pushing deeper into her cunt with more and more revolutions.
And Jack was gearing the thing up, making it whirl around faster and faster. The sound of the engine grew more intense, higher-pitched while the fumes swirled around her head, making the teenager dizzy.
In and out, in and out it fucked with the rapid-fire movement of a jackhammer. Her thighs were starting to ripple from the fast fucking of that machine. Susan looked down at the other rods-all without attachments, moving up and down like typewriter keys. The fast insertions were doing things to her, things that had started up when her cousin had beat her ass-cheeks ear her with his belt. Her clit was starting to beat almost in time to the rapid fucking of the machine. It was impossible to tighten her cunt against that dildo that continued to grow and fill her pussy to the stretching point. But still she could move a little, tugging at the pain-causing ropes and making sure her clit was touched each time.
Jack saw the subtle move and laughed, turning the machine up to a higher speed.
"Uhhhhhhh ... "
At times Susan jerked her body up, arching her feet, still attempting to move her cunt away from that awful fucking machine. But the ropes held, keeping her glued to the machine. And then suddenly Jack disengaged the gears, letting the engine run. The dildo had pulled out and was stopped on its down swing. Susan knew that soon, very very soon, that thing would be tearing through her cherry. She ground her teeth together, biting her lower lip while Jack pulled out something else from his red tool box.
"This is something that's gonna add a little more spice to what's goin' on now."
Sandpaper! And he was fitting strips of it onto the dildo, attaching it all around. He would tear her to pieces with that thing! God, oh God! He was crazy! Susan looked at him to make sure he wasn't joking, then squirmed like a mad woman.
"No, no, aiyeeeeeee! Oh God, God, he's gonna ... he's gonna kill meeeeee! Somebody help!"
Jack re-engaged the machine, watching as Susan's face blanched with pain and horror. She felt that scratching, that sanding, pinching, scraping sensation of the sandpapering dildo rubbing up against her pussy walls.
"Yaghghghghhhh!" Susan shrieked as the raspy dildo cut into her tender cunt flesh. She thought it was tearing her slick, tender membranes to shreds. But the hot juices flowing from her cunt greased down her pussy walls enough to prevent any real damage. More importantly was the way that thing was nearing her cherry!
Susan pitched forward, the restraints keeping her body from sliding off the horrid machine. The dildo was only a centimeter from her cherry. The girl's face took on the look of terrible concentration. And then ... and then the dreaded moment happened.
There was a hot, searing shock of agony as the dildo smashed through her cherry, ripping through the membrane and tearing it from its anchorage. Susan thought she would surely collapse in a faint from the intense pain.
"Eaghhghghghhhhhh!"
The pain increased more and more as the machine seemed to go into high gear. The awful sandpaper rubbed against the raw cuntal walls, making Susan scream harder. Her teeth ached with the agony scorching her flesh while her thighs rippled and beat against the heated motor casing. The girl found herself bouncing and jerking, her belly tightening, her ass slamming down against the outer casing while all the time the dildo pierced her cunt again and again.
"You love it, don't you, baby?"
Susan shrieked as another inch of the sandpaper dildo fucked into her cunt. She twisted as much as she could, trying to raise her cunt away from the killing pain. But all she could do was sit there and feel that thing fucking into her.
When the dildo seemed to be piercing her cuntal walls Susan felt the world crashing down on her. Was it climax? Was it just the agony of being stretched over that machine and having her cherry ripped away so brutally? Susan didn't know. She fell forward, caught by the ropes behind her. And then came blessed, blessed darkness.