Chapter 5
Jack had blindfolded Susan shortly after having taken her down from the ropes. Because she had been screaming so much earlier, he had carefully gagged her. Now she moved her tongue around, pressing the tip against the red latex rubber ball prying her jaws achingly open. Now the pain seemed to reach a point right at the top of her head! She groaned softly, her teeth sinking into the soft latex.
Where was she? Susan remembered the sensation of having her cousin's cock slipped from her cum-filled ass-hole, the feeling of incredible relief once the cuffs and ropes had been removed from her wrists and ankles. How raw her ass and cunt felt from the savage fucking and heating and burning! Even now, after having gone through the madness, Susan found it difficult to believe all this was even happening. Jack was family, and he was betraying a trust.
He had pulled her from the table, hitting her, beating at her ass to make her move more quickly. Now Susan knew she was in some kind of confining box-like a coffin or mummy case.
Thank goodness he'd taken off the restraints from her arms. At least the warmth had returned to her fingers! But having no restraints did her little good here. There was so little space for her to move. The wood pressed up against her shoulders while her rounded ass-cheeks pillowed against the back. Susan found she could move her head a little without having her nose touch the wooden wall in front of her. She moved her legs a little, feeling her knees brush up against the forward panel. There was so little air in there. It was starting to become difficult to breathe! Small puffs of fresh air did come in from somewhere around her. But the blindfold tied tightly at the back of her head prevented the girl from discovering where.
Susan wondered what wild thing her cousin had in store for her. She could almost feel him outside, waiting for her to scream, to cry out for help even through that gagging latex ball. Why did he have her in this box? At least a half-hour had passed since he had fucked her.
And yet there was little sound coming from outside the case now. Had he left her alone, waiting for the power of silence and loneliness to make her stir-crazy? Susan moved her fingers again, scratching her naked thighs, feeling Jack's cum oozing from her violated ass-hole.
Her cunt still itched for Jack's prick, the cock she had hoped he would fuck her with and didn't. Standing there in this coffin, Susan realized her lust for Jack's cock was wrongat least, by her mother's stern standards. But Jack had done something to her, had touched some button that made her wild with desire for him in spite of the "wrongness" of it.
What was that? Susan's speculation was broken by the sound of something outside! She tensed, cocking her head slightly to the right and listening for it again. There it was! A sound, a scraping sound.
She could feel a trickle of air against her throat. Before she could assess this latest development, she felt something touch her throat. It was sharp, a pin-pricking that made her snap her head back. It pursued her, touching her throat again, just to the left of her windpipe. Susan felt beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead as she moaned lewdly through the rubber ball. God, oh God! He was going to puncture her throat if he kept on pushing that thing!
"Uhhhhfhhfhhffffff!"
Jack was twisting it, moving it around and around as if he were going to shove it through her windpipe! Susan coughed, digging her fingernails into her soft thighs and moaning again. The needle pulled back, and the young girl felt her body sag with relief. More sounds! More of those hideous scraping sounds. He was shoving two more in now, slightly lower than the first, Susan waited, feeling her nerve endings tingling while her flesh puckered into goose pimples. There they were, touching her nipples. When Susan felt the biting touch of the needles, she whimpered like a small animal, her body banging against the wood behind her. They were threatening to pierce her nipples the way the first one had threatened to puncture her throat!
The terrified girl gasped as her nipples hardened against the icy sharpness! No! No! She couldn't believe she was becoming aroused by this awful torment! But there was no denying it. Susan felt her tit tips growing stiff and hard while her cunt came alive once more. There was that itchy, hot feeling concentrated around her clit while her knees knocked loudly against the front wooden panel.
Susan chewed down on the rubber ball, swallowing the awful-tasting spit and nearly gagging while those needles continued to play with her hard little nipples. Susan sobbed, trying to sink from the onslaught. But her knees touched the front of the case. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape from those awful needles!
"Ohhhhhhh!"
They moved back and forth, back and forth in an interesting fucking motion! Fucking. It was strange she should be thinking of fucking at a time like this! But there was the thought, rattling around in her confused mind as the needles hurt her nipples more and more. Jack was moving them around her nipples now, touching the tips, then stabbing the surrounding tit flesh. How could he know what he was doing? He couldn't see where those awful things were touching! It had to be through her moans and the pressure he felt at the other end!
"Uhhfhhfhfffff!"
He nearly stabbed one needle right into her that time! Susan yammered, beating her knuckles against the wooden panel and feeling perspiration running down her panting sides. She was rocking the case with her violent moves, threatening to overturn it. She didn't care! She was helpless, trapped in that awful coffin, a prisoner to those things hurting her!
Jack left the needles barely brushing her tit tips, inserting several more down below. He was-oh God, he was stabbing her cuntal mound with those things!
Susan cried out, beating her fists once again against the sides of the mummy case with her tiny fists. The needles advanced steadily against her pussy mound, pricking her swollen cunt-meat, making her clit go into tremors of need. The small teenager snapped her head back again and again, feeling one of the needles now pricking her clit. It was too much! It was far too much for Susan to stand! This was all so horribly unreal.
But the searing agony was all too real. It made her body shake and quiver against the wood. And there it was once more, that stabbing, that fucking movement of the needles up against her pussy mound. Susan jerked her ass back, flattening her buns against the paneling while Jack pursued her with needles. These awful feelings, the ones that made her think about fucking, were returning with a more brutal, all-encompassing force, Susan thought about Jack, about that big prick, about the sensations she knew she would have once he'd fucked it into her cuntmeat. She could imagine his cock even now as those needles were twisting down into her hot red cuntmeat, sending heat flashing through her pussy. She could see those veins, that fat meaty cockhead throbbing as he shoved it into her mouth. How she had wanted that cock elsewhere!
Susan felt a third then a fourth needle prick her cunt. They seemed to be everywhere, moving, twisting, fucking in and out. Once more Susan jerked her ass back, her ass slapping wetly against the panel behind. She was soaked, wet and slick with perspiration. Two more needles were inserted after some pause, these stabbing her ass.
"Ah!"
Startled, the young girl jerked forward, impaling her cunt on those needles! With a yelp, Susan jerked back, stabbing her ass a second time on those other needles! Trapped! He had trapped her, piercing her again and again with those terrible things and leaving her no way out! Susan sagged against the front of the mummy case. She gasped and sobbed, so hot she thought she would burn up. There was no use in fighting him. Jack had won again. She would stand there, slumped against the front of that horrible thing and take whatever he gave her. There was no way out.
Just at that point of defeat, Susan heard the door squeak open. The front of the case suddenly disappeared. She fell forward, feeling a burst of cool damp air against her flesh. Someone caught her as she fell forward.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
"Had enough?"
It wasn't Jack! The voice was different! Had he gone out and brought some of his buddies here? Susan thought of all those tales she'd heard about gang rapes and wondered if she would be such a victim. It would fit. Jack thought so little of her now, he wouldn't care if he threw his own cousin to the wolves.
"She can't talk. The fuckin' gag. It's probably the best thing that's happened to her."
"Let's take off the blindfold."
Susan trembled as she felt hands and fingers fumbling behind her head. There! It was gone! Twisting her head around, she saw her Uncle Craig standing there.
"She's freaked out, Dad."
Jack was laughing at her, rubbing his chin and looking from his father to Susan then back again.
"Guess she never thought we were into this together, Son."
Son? Father? Oh God! Her uncle, her cousin-both of them were together in this horror!
"I called your mother before coming down here," Uncle Craig said, pushing her away and examining Susan with a careful eye. "Yes, can see why you were wanting to fuck her, Jack. She's a good-looking little cunt. But then again, I always thought she was-just like her mother."
"Aunt Lil's coming down here tonight?" Jack asked.
Craig nodded his head, running one hand up and down her tits. Susan shuddered, drawing in a deep breath at the light touch of those rough fingers. Her uncle was a handsome, rugged man-just like his son. And those eyes, those burning blue eyes! How they sparkled with the same wild look as Jack's. For an instant Susan wondered how her Aunt Helen had coped with these two perverts before she passed away last spring.
"Think so. I said Susan wasn't feeling well and felt she should go home. I didn't know you were going to start in on Susan so soon," Greig said, narrowing his eyes and looking disapprovingly at his son. "But now that you've started, I thought we might as well go all the way. I've had a thing for your mother for some time, now," Greig continued, drawing his fingers down to her pussy.
Susan shuddered at the touch. How awful! In spite of these terrible revelations, she found herself growing hot. Greig's full lips curled under his thick mustache as he watched the young girl shudder under his touch.
"Fear, or ... something else?" the man said.
"You should've seen her on the ropes, Dad. And that fucking machine! The one you and me put together. Man, she was goin' nuts!"
"I'll bet she was. I wonder if your mother's going to be just as live a wire as you?"
Greig was walking slowly around Susan, examining her as if she were a specimen. The girl cringed inwardly, wondering what her uncle was going to do to her.
"Let's take her over to the overhead bar. I've got a good feeling about your cousin."
"Hey, dad, the sawhorse! That'll be better for her."
Greig paused, scratching his bearded chin thoughtfully. Susan looked down modestly and saw the front of his trousers tenting up. His cock was hard, too-as stiff and hot as his son's cock. She shuddered. Two cocks, both of them hard for her!
"Okay, over there. We'll have some fun with the little slut. Your mother should be here in about ... oh, an hour or so," Greig said.
He took Susan by the arm, guiding her firmly across the basement floor to a spot some five feet from the workbench. The girl eyed the terrible table and shivered, drawing back as she saw the pulley overhead swinging slightly from side to side.
"No, I'm not going to put you back on there. Jack told me how he tied you up," Greig said, his fingers tightening cruelly around her upper arm. "It's not the most comfortable position, especially for a girl like you, unused to bondage. But you'll learn to like things like this."
Never! Never, Susan thought to herself, even though her cunt was hot enough to fry cockmeat for days! It was a fluke, something terribly wrong inside her, something made wrong by these men. But it would be all right once she got out of here. They were crazy, this father and son team. But once she escaped, things would be back to normal.
"On your back. You know that position well enough, don't you?" Greig taunted.
"Man, that's about the only position she ain't been in."
"Well, time to learn."
The sawhorse was narrow-the beam only about three inches wide. There were several straps that had been bolted onto the broad legs that braced the top beam in an A-shape.
The hard, splintery wood dug cruelly into Susan's back as she spread her legs and lay back, her head dangling over. Greig moved quickly, strapping Susan's left, then right arm to the back legs of the horse. The black leather thongs hurt her terribly. She groaned through the gag. raising her head slightly so she could swallow more of her rubber-tasting spit. Greig looped a third, broader leather strap around her waist, affixing her firmly to the top of the sawhorse. Her shoulders ached from the weight of her body against the narrow piece of wood.
"We'll get those legs up now, son. Come on and let's get her cunt open."
The sawhorse had been facing the wall. Now Susan raised her head and saw two small chains, each with tiny cuffs on the end about six feet from the floor. It was to those chains both Greig and his son Jack raised her legs. Bracing her feet against their chests, each man slipped a cuff around an ankle, tightening the brass buckle until he could hear the teenager moan.
"Okay, she's open."
Susan groaned, scraping her fingernails against the wood. It was awful, hideous! She was lying there, her ass and spine resting against the narrow top beam of the sawhorse while her head dangled behind. Her long blonde hair swept over the floor as her spine seemed to crush up against the hard wood. And her legs were stretched out, wide apart in a Y, clamped to the walls. She was bound and gagged, unable to defend herself once again. And this time there were two of them-father and son, each one trying to outdo the other in this sadistic sickness!
"I been waitin' for this for a while, Dad. I wanna crack 'er open with my cock."
Greig wrinkled his forehead and shrugged. "Go ahead, Son, I've got some plans for her mouth!"
Susan swallowed hard once more, a tremor shooting up and down her thighs. She ridged her muscles, moving her tight ass up and down against the wood as much as she could. The leather bonds! The hard, hurting feel of the wood against her spine and the small of her back! The gag! The stretched, wild position of her legs chained to the wall! Everything conspired not only to hurt her but to excite her, as well.
Again Susan moaned through the latex gag, twisting around as Jack fumbled with his Levi's, shoving them down to the floor.
"I ass-fucked the little bitch earlier. But man, I'm not to fuck her pussy, Dad."
Jack was positioning himself between her legs now, his hands spreading her wide open, his fingers pinching her thigh flesh.
She was going to get fucked, and this time by a human! There was no machine, no sandpaper cock to abuse her. This time it was Jack who was going to fuck his prick into her pussy, make her cum.
He jabbed up against her, his prick brushing along the full length of her furry cuntal slit. Susan let out a tiny little whimper, while every square inch of her flesh seemed to tingle with lust and excitement. Jack leaned forward, pressing his cock against her pussy gash. He was going to do it? Oh yes, he was going to fuck her in this wild, bondage position.
And all the time, her mother was racing from Oxnard to see about her sick daughter.