Chapter 3
Awful, hideous dreams! Susan found herself in a strange world, roped and bound, the lines cutting into her flesh cruelly. And there were men all around her-faceless men, all with big, hard cocks. How her cunt drooled for those men! How her pussy ached for cock! But the men were all laughing at her, spitting at her, mocking her. Some had long leather whips and snapped them high in the air. Susan turned and tried running. But her legs were so heavy. The harder she tried, the more useless it was. And there they were, chasing her, striking her, making her pant for escape and yet gasp for their pricks ... "Uhhhhhh!"
Susan awoke, her body slick with perspiration.
She thought of what had just happened, blinking her eyes open. That strange fucking machine. She had never heard of anything like that before in her life! And her cousin Jack had made it-that long hideous thing that had fucked the dildo in and out of her cunt, sandpapering it until the tip had finally torn through her cherry. She had been fucked, and fucked hard. What was worse, her own cousin had engineered the tearing out of her cherry. It was an awful nightmare, one she had a difficult time understanding. This was supposed to be a short, friendly visit. Susan was a guest in the house. Nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened on her visits here before. And yet this one was turning out to be a visit to hell.
"Ohhhhh
She was still bound. But something had changed. Immediately Susan realized she was no longer on the fucking machine. The dildo had been pulled from her cunt. She was on a table now, her arms still tied behind her. Her uncle's workbench. Opening her eyes a little more, Susan found she was staring right into Jack's eyes. Her heart sank. "Awake, eh?"
Susan closed her eyes in defeat. How much time had gone by? Minutes? Hours? And where on earth was her uncle? How could he be at that meeting so long?
"You sure had one hell of a cummin' time with that fuckin' machine."
"That's not true!" Susan spat back, feeling a rush of shame redden her cheeks.
"Yeah, sure. You were bouncin' your ass around on that thing, baby, wantin' to swallow all that dildo up. And the way you were lookin' at me and my cock, man, you would've gobbled that mother up fast!"
Susan hated her cousin now. She felt a flash of anger cut through her. If she could have, she would have shoved a knife right into his flat belly. As it was, all the teenager could do was lie there and endure his insults.
"But now we're gonna have some more fun. Yeah, and then I'm gonna feel that cuntmeat snuggin' up right against my prick."
Another position. More bondage! Susan raised her chin from the table, watching as best she could as Jack produced two double sets of cuffs. They were fleece-lined, something that made the girl sigh with relief. At least there would be no cutting sensations against her wrists. Jack kept the ropes fastened around her arms for the moment, moving down to her ankles where he attached the cuffs tightly. Then the young stud moved to her wrists, unfastening the rope.
"Gonna beat that fuckin' silly head of yours in if you try anything."
Susan had no intention of doing anything. She had seen the brutality of her cousin and didn't wish to challenge him further at this point. Besides, something inside her was making her stay, making her lie there and wait to see what Cousin Jack would do to her. He had said something about fucking her with his prick. Oh yes, yes, there was definitely something in her that wanted to feel that big cock. What was there to lose, anyway? Her cherry had been ripped away. There was nothing more for her to do except sit back and enjoy. And then Susan thought about that train of thought and shuddered at her own perversity. What on earth was happening to her? "Comfy?"
He had pulled her right arm back until her fingers brushed up against her right calf, clamping the cuff around her wrist. Jack moved to the other side of the table as Susan lay there, nearly tumbling off the bench. Catching her, he fastened her left arm in the same fashion, her body now forming a large U on the table. Her arms hurt her terribly while she was positioned like that, her hipbones rocking against the bench. Jack moved around to the girl, catching her chin between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing hard.
"You look good this way, baby, real good. In fact, it's a good way for you to suck some cock."
Susan blinked her eyes open wide, not believing she had heard what her cousin had said. Sucking his cock?
"Gonna open that pretty little mouth and take my prick?" Jack sneered.
Susan closed her eyes. She knew what she had wanted to say. But she also knew Jack would beat her if she disagreed. He snorted in triumph, kicking over a small wooden crate and standing on it. When the girl opened her eyes again, she found her nose was level with his half-opened fly. Jack was teasing her once more, playing with his zipper, rubbing his crotch until she could make out the distinct outline of his prick. His cock was long and hard, the fat cockhead throbbing up against the faded blue material of his Levi's. In a moment a small dark wet stain appeared at the head of his fucker, letting Susan know just how hot her cousin was for her.
Jack opened his fly fully now, unbuttoning the top button of his jeans and shoving his Levi's down to his knees. Immediately his cock sprang up-thick, heavily veined, at least eight inches long. It brushed up against Susan's face, making the girl groan once more. Instinctively, she tried wriggling back on the bench, but the grotesque restraints kept her in one place. Jack bent his knees slightly, rubbing his wet cockhead up against her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead, and finally her lips.
"And if you think you're gonna score any points by tryin' to bite down or something, forget it. I'll knock your fuckin' head around if you try it."
Susan felt his fingers fanning out around her ears, the dirty ragged nails scraping around her face. He was pressing his palms against her jaws, indicating he wanted her to open her mouth. Reluctantly, the girl complied, shutting her eyes and swallowing hard. He was going to do it, make her suck his prick.
Jack rested his cockhead on her pouting lower hp for a moment, watching her face register the disgust and fear and excitement she felt racing through her body. Susan could taste the bleachy flavor of his pre-cum washing over her tongue! It made her swallow even more. Looking through her loose hairs the girl could also see his balls-large, hairy, leathery things hanging from his crotch. He jerked his powerful hips forward, rubbing the side of his cock up against her nose.
"Come on, baby, eat my cockmeat. Yeah, it's gonna be good, shovin' my cock down your throat."
He growled more loudly, his grip on her skull tightening.
Susan parted her lips, spreading her jaw wide to take in the cockmeat. Her cousin muttered something, then bent down a little farther to sink his cock into her mouth, Susan could feel the hot rubbery cockhead going in, sliding in, moving over her tongue. That hot, salty cock flesh was brushing over her tongue, filling her mouth. The pre-cum began bubbling freely from his piss-slit, making her swallow again and again until her mouth and throat were coated with a film of it.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh, suck that cock," Jack moaned, twisting his hips back and forth, making his prick churn around in her mouth.
Susan swallowed more and more, finding it difficult to breathe and suck his cock at the same time. She could feel that throbbing cock brush over the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out. Her tongue moved over the sides of the cockshaft as he had told her to, flicking at the thick cum tube, working over the tight scar where his foreskin had been cut away.
"Lick it, man, lick it, suck it! Get it good, baby! Get my prick! Suck that cockmeat, take it down your fuckin' throat," Jack muttered, driving his prick in and out, in and out in much the same motion as that fucking machine.
"Nfnnfnfnfffff!"
Spit frothed around the corners of her lips, dribbling down her chin. There were times when Jack fucked his cock in far, flattening his balls up against her face while poking his cockhead into the back of her throat. Those were the times when Susan thought she would gag and choke to death on his cockmeat. She coughed then, her nostrils flaring as she struggled in vain against the restraining cuffs.
At times the girl forgot about the mouth fucking she was getting, concentrating on the pulling sensation on her arms and upper legs. Her spine began to hurt her too, bent back in that grotesque position. She tried rocking forward then backward, anything to try to ease the pulling strain. But nothing worked.
Jack noticed her dilemma and laughed. "Not too comfortable, eh baby? You're gettin' your mouth fucked by my prick and you're not havin' a good time. That ain't right."
Jack stopped for a moment, letting his prick rub up against the roof of her mouth, then slowly pulling the spit-slicked cockshaft from between her lips. He sighed heavily, rubbing his cockhead once again over her lips before putting his prick back into his pants.
"That was good, baby, real good. You keep doin' shit like that and you're gonna have as good a time as I am."
He moved around to the side of the table, Susan's eyes following him every step of the way. She didn't trust him.
Jack picked up the length of rope that had fastened her arms together earlier and looped it around the right set of cuffs, stretching it taut until it reached the opposite set. He was binding them together, still keeping both legs far apart enough to provide what he considered to be the proper amount of pulling strain. The rope formed a kind of handle now, one which he was about to use cruelly.
"What are you doing now?"
Susan couldn't help asking the question, her eyes wide and inquisitive. She shook her head violently, watching her silent cousin as he stood atop a chair and looked at the ceiling directly over her.
"Yeah, it'll hold," he muttered.
"What? What will hold? Oh God, Jack, please, don't do more to me!"
The girl's mind reeled at the awful possibilities. Jack stepped down from the box and sauntered back to the fucking machine. For a terrifying instant, Susan thought he would take her over there in this helpless position and torture her further with that thing.
But he was only going over there for more rope. He came back with a long piece of half-inch line, checking it for weak spots as he approached the bench.
He stood on the box, looping the rope over something. Twisting her head around, the girl saw a small pulley fastened to one of the overhead support beams.
"I got all kinds of toys down here, baby. You shouldn't be surprised."
"No!"
"Now, gonna see some real swingin' around here."
Jack looped the rope around the line holding her wrists and ankles together. Sliding it in the center so the girl would rise evenly from the table's surface, Jack moved to the back and began yanking.
Immediately Susan felt the pulling tension. The overhead rope tightened the one between her wrists and ankles, drawing her legs together. In a moment she felt her arms pulling back until she thought something in her shoulders popped. The rope was hauling her off the bench, suspending her in the bent-back U position. He had her several inches from the table now as he fastened the rope to a small stake driven into the wall.
"Now, you dig that? That got more tension for you, baby."
"Ohhhhhh!"
Susan snapped her head back again, feeling the silky wash of her long blonde hair over her upper back. It was the pain of the damned. Every move she made caused her more agony. There was no position she could get into to ease the killing pain. She hung bent back there, suspended inches from the bench, her joints throbbing and her muscles aching.
"Aw, that's a shame," Jack said, reaching out and pushing her forward like a pendulum.
"No, don't ... uhhhhhh!"
She swung back, her body edging up against her cousin's. Jack reached out, cupping his fingers around her tits and squeezing hard. The girl's eyes bulged out as she felt him pinching her nipples cruelly.
"Eaghghhghhh! No, stop, stop it! I can't. . . can't take this!"
Jack threw back his head and laughed, squeezing her tits again until the teenager squealed, then backhanding her twice to shut her up. Susan ended her pleas with a series of pained sobs.
"Oh God, God, don't ... don't hurt me anymore, Jack, please, don't ... "
"You know," he said, tilting his head in one direction, then the other, "it looks like you're a little cold. You could use some heat, baby."
Susan shook her head, begging her cousin not to do any more to her. She could only imagine what he was talking about. Again the red box, again the sound of his hands rummaging around. He returned with a small kerosene lantern, the glass cracked and jagged.
"This is gonna warm you up," he said, climbing onto the work bench after unfastening the overhead rope from the peg. "Gotta get you up a little higher for this."
Susan heard the rope groaning, felt a shower of dust and wood chips against her back as Jack pulled on the rope once again. She groaned, her shoulders throbbing from more weight while her body swung obscenely from left to right. She rose inch by agonizing inch, the muscles ridging against her flesh while her tendons strained. She swung now at least fourteen inches above the bench's surface. It was there Jack secured her, jumping back down to the floor and reaching in his pocket for some matches. Twisting the small key to the left, he adjusted the lantern, then struck several matches before one took.
The girl panted, swallowing as her belly sagged slightly toward the lantern. As the wick caught fire, Susan could feel the warmth rising from the glass chimney. Jack smiled at her recognition, adjusting the flame a little more then pushing it forward carefully so as not to spill the fuel. He was going to brand her, right here in her uncle's basement! Susan threw back her head and screamed the shrieks of the damned, her body jiggling obscenely on the overhead rope. The pulley groaned, threatening to pull from the beam.
"You keep doin' that and you're gonna crash right on this thing. You want that, bitch?"
Susan calmed herself, feeling a pulse leap at her throat. He was turning that flame up again. It was hot enough now to singe without raising blisters. She writhed and twisted and tried raising her hips to escape the licking flame. Looking down she saw it-yellow and orange, leaping out from the glass chimney, licking up toward her belly. Small beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead as Susan's cries became gurgles.
"Uhhhhhh, nooooooo!"
He moved the flame up, up toward her cunt. It was there he left it, letting the fire begin to burn back her pussy bush. Susan thought she would go out of her mind.