Whipped raped daughter

CHAPTER SEVEN

Tina shivered, her knees slipping on the rough surface until they bled.

Bart was going for her right tit with his awful knife. She could feel him moving the knife up against her nipple. The girl groaned, tossing her head from side to side, feeling her hair whipping across her face. He was bringing the sharp edge down the full length of her tit.

"No, no, no!" Tina screamed, making the other men laugh.

The knife made a tiny slit in her smooth, rounded tit. She beat her heels against the earth, scattering gnarled brown and gray twigs. When she felt the sharp blade again, Tina let out another shriek, twisting around and puffing wildly at the rapes holding her arms to the frees.

The knife was tracing a line back to her nipple. Bart was taking his time, enjoying her terror and the feel of her sleek, warm body writhing and twisting under him.

The girl screamed, honor filling her mind.

"The bitch loves it," Max said.

"She likes anything. Better keep her away from the dogs. She'd probably fuck them!" Bart gasped, pushing the blade tip against her nipple.

Tina held her breath until her mind swam. All sorts of pleasure-pain feelings shot through her body, making her thump her legs against the log more wildly than before. She squeezed her ass, bearing down on her bloated clit.

Tina was shameless, not caring any longer how she felt or looked in front of the leering men. Her face was contorted with lust. Her eyelids were clenched while her cheeks were sucked in. Bouncing her ass up and down, she looked as if she wanted another hard, fast fuck.

Bart laughed, then brought the knife right to the center of her cunt, pressing the pointed tip against her clit. The girl shrieked, her muscles knotting against her sweaty flesh while the cords stood out in her throat. Her puffy cuntlips clenched against the sharp, cutting edges, slitting themselves while sparks of incredible delight exploded from the tip.

Tina bobbed her ass up and down, grunting through her clenched teeth like a pig rutting in the mud. Bart kept the blade up against her cunt for a moment, then brought it down in a slow circle, tracing the tip against her flesh until the cold steel was up against the back of her knee. He stopped, putting the blade back in its sheath and shoving it into his pocket.

"I don't want her gettin' the idea she can cum when she wants," he said, getting himself under control.

Tina wept, shaking her head from side to side. She could have screamed. She pulled wildly at the ropes, hatred filling her veins and bubbling through her brain as Max untied her arms, then held them tightly behind her back.

"She's a wildcat!"

"We'll see just how much spunk she's got when we get her back to the house."

Tina sobbed, her hair curtaining her face as Bart shoved her forward, keeping both hands behind her back. She stumbled forward, remembering once again the sound of her mother's voice drifting through the woods. That thought made her grimace once more.

That was all she needed, Tina thought grimly as she saw the lights of the house appear ahead. Tina groaned, wishing they would drag her back to the tree and fuck her again.

"Nooooo!"

Someone was running around in small circles, stumbling, then regaining her balance. At first Tina thought it was Kathy. Then she focused her eyes and shook the hair from her face. But the woman was taller, more mature.

Then a shock ran through Tina's body. It was her mother, Francine Mathis, and she was pushing her hair away, keeping her arms close to her body, and beating off the hungry fingers reaching for her. Her thighs jiggled with the violent moves, her tits swinging out and slapping together while the men hit her ass and punched her belly. One particularly nasty punch struck Francine in the back, knocking the wind from her.

Tina watched in horror as her mother collapsed face-down onto the ground, her arms stretched in front of her. She was digging her knees into the soft dirt, trying to get up as another man ran up and kicked her hard in the ass. Her legs flew apart, her body falling back, to the ground with a thud.

Tina screamed, thrashing around in Bart's arms, kicking back, wanting to run to her mother.

"Stop it! God in heaven, stop it!" Tina screamed as she saw her mother start to writhe.

"Tina my God, what've they done to you? What's going on here?" Francine asked, blinking her eyes clear.

She pushed her hands in front of her, rising from the dirt and peering up at her daughter. She felt as if the world had suddenly changed and become something totally unfamiliar.

"We're takin' you down to her friend! You're next on the menu, baby! Watch her," Bart said.

"She's my mother! Don't don't do anything to her!" Tina screamed, twisting her head around as they dragged her away.

Bart didn't seem particularly surprised by the news. His fingers tightened around her as he and Max pulled Tina up the porch steps and flung her into the living room.

"Your old lady, oh? We'll have to work something out special for that! Meanwhile, down you go!"

Francine's cries died out as the man dragged Tina to the head of the basement stairs and pushed her down with one shove. She flew through the air, her body half-twisting around and tumbling down into the blackness of the cellar.

Flailing her arms wildly, Tina felt a railing and grabbed hold of the splintery wood, cutting her palms while banging her ankles painfully against the steps. She wheeled around, her body crashing into the stone wall to her right. She managed to stop her fall, clinging to the handrail, hearing the men thudding down after her.

"Come on, come on!"

Bart pried her fingers from the support, shoving her down the final steps to the floor. Tina backed away, looking around her while Max flicked on a small overhead yellow light. Immediately, she was aware of someone else in the small room. She could hear a muffled groan and the sound of a body moving.

They pushed her forward a little farther. Soon Tina could make out something stretched from floor to ceiling. It was Kathy. Tina stopped dead in her tracks.

Kathy had been tied to a broad, spread-legged frame.

Her wrists were strapped tight to the ends of a bar above her head, her ankles pulled apart and chained to two ringbolts cemented into the floor. The pole had been pulled up as high as it could go, stretching Kathy's naked body.

The girl was staring at Tina, her eyes glazed with tears. Undoubtedly, Kathy would have said something. But a red rubber ball had been pushed into her mouth, held in place by a broad black leather strap. She twisted around as much as she could, her muscles bulging against her lightly tanned flesh, her cunt exposed, while her tits were flat against her chest.

Kathy was in pain. She had been raped, beaten, then finally tied up. Her face reddened as Tina continued to stare open-mouthed at her.

"She was talking and screaming too much! This is as good a place as any to put somebody on ice! And that's just where you're gonna be! We've to some talking with your old lady up there," Bart said, pushing Tina.

"No!"

The girl balked, pushing back and shaking her head. She didn't want her mother involved. She didn't want Francine to endure what she had. "We gotta make sure she ain't brought nobody around, understand?" Max screamed. "Get 'er up," Bart said.

Max held her while Bart slipped a length of line around her wrist. Standing on a small wooden chair, he slipped the rope to another that dangled from a pulley assembly bolted into the ceiling overhead.

Stepping down, Bart moved to the right and tugged down at the end of the pulley rope, stretching Tina up from the floor. She stood on her toes, her right hand strained high tow her head. She felt the thin line cutting into her wrist. Her muscles ached from the pulling tension. A frightened look shadowed her face as her arches began to ache from the standing position. Flashing a glance at Kathy, the blonde teen wondered what was next for both her and her friend.

"Now we do something more interesting." Bart said with a grin.

Neither of than wasted any time. Max and Bart pulled out a series of devices from various small metal cabinets, discussing which should hewed and which should be ended for now.

Bart rose trout his squatting position, walking over to the wall and pulling on the pulley rope once again. Immediately Tina felt the tension increase around her wrist, the line jerking her higher off the floor, until her toes swept over the cracked, cold cement.

Tina winced, letting out a small cry as the rope cut off her circulation in her fingers. Her body was twisting around like a side of beef, her legs kicking instinctively while her long blonde hair swept over her back. She let out another groan, her knees striking one another. All thoughts about her cunt were gone. There was only pain now pain and the fear that more was to come.

"Let's work on her with this!"

Bart secured the rope around a horizontal bar bolted to the stone wall, taking a brown leather strap from Max and securing it around the girl's right ankle. Tina shuddered at Bart's touch, feeling the buckle tighten around her flesh nearly as firmly as the line biting into her wrist.

Max secured a similar device around her left wrist while Bart raised and bent back Tina's leg, fastening the bands together with a single link. The weeping, trussed girl hung from one wrist. Her other wrist and one ankle were joined at her lower back, her left foot dangling without support.

"She don't look comfortable, Bart," Max said, rubbing his nose with one hand.

"Yeah, real strained. I got somethin' for that, though."

Tina watched, tears blurring her eyes. Bart produced a triangle of wood, shoving it directly under her free leg. It was high enough that the foot could find a resting place on the rounded point. But she soon realized that to rest her weight on the triangle was more painful than hanging by her wrist without support. She shook her head, looking blank-eyed at the ceiling, hearing the steady groan of the ropes which held her body prisoner.

"Now, to keep you girls company, I've got somethin' special for you," Bart said with a grin, winking at Tina.

Max laughed.

"You," Bart said, indicating Kathy with a nod. "You are gonna find this somethin' really special. Get the gag for blondie!"

Tina didn't fight the ball Max shoved in her mouth, pushing the tip of her tongue against the filthy latex surface to make sure it wouldn't roll back too far against the back of her throat. She felt him fastening it behind her head, securing it the same way Kathy's gag had been secured. What interested Tina more was the device Bart had pulled from a tall green metal cabinet to Kathy's right. At first she thought they were jumper cables. Then the girl realized they were two long, steel dildoes at either end of the yellow double wires. A third double wire led out front the center.

Kathy's eyes rounded with interest, her muscles working against her glistening flesh as Bart fucked the first metal cock into her cunt. The girl shrieked through her gag, her head falling back while her jaws clamped down against the rubber ball.

Tina watched the way her friend twisted in her bonds, thinking, that her movements were almost beautiful, restrained as they were by the tight ropes.

"Now, for the bitch!"

Bart uncoiled the wires, holding the second dildo by its base and pushing it into Tina's cunt. Tina had had enough time to feel herself warming to the situation. Now, roped to the ceiling, feeling her body filled with pain, she began to feel something more pleasurable racing through her veins.

She winced, her cunt snugging up tight against the invading dildo as Bart shoved the thing halfway into her. They were going to pass electricity through her again. This time, Kathy would have the feeling of voltage pricking her flesh as well. The young girl sat down harder on the ball, watching as Bart attached the third double wire to the small generator, bending over, then switching on the machine.

Tina tensed, beads of cold perspiration dotting her forehead while a tremor passed through her jaw. She watched Kathy. The girl had managed to overcome her humiliation and follow the wire with her eyes, soon realizing what was going to happen.

Kathy screamed, jerking her arms against her bonds uselessly and snapping her head from side to side as she bounced on her ropes. Bart laughed, throwing the switch and sending a steady, buzzy current into the wires.

"Unnnhhh!"

Tina sighed almost happily, her body trembling from the amperage as her cunt went into gentle loving spasms. Kathy, however, was destroyed by the current, her body shivering as if it were being beaten. The men liked that, scratching their groins while they saw the brunette spasms again and again against the ropes.

Tina chomped down on her ball, nearly swallowing it as she felt the first climax sweep over her cunt.

"Let's leave 'em here! We got the old lady to worry about upstairs!"

"Mmmffff!"

Her mother again. Tina wanted to call out to them, to beg them to leave her mother alone. But the ball, kept her from saying a thing. Helplessly, Tina watched the men walk out, the door closing with a thud overhead. She heard the squeaking of the floorboards, then nothing. There was only the steady humming of the generator, and of Kathy's groans.

She looked at her friend, her body shivering as if she were having a fit. There was nothing she could do. Helpless, Tina hung there, the rope cutting into her wrist, her legs kicking back and forth, the sparking dildo making her pussy tense, relax, then tighten up again against the big steel prick.

She tossed her head angrily from side to side, her face grimacing as her foot sought the triangle. She tore at her bonds, her shoulder and wrist on fire. Thank goodness for the dildo inside her cunt, making her clit stand up and shiver with pleasure. At lest that took her mind off her agony for a few moments.

Tina hated the thing under her foot, hurting her arches more and making her bondage more than if it hadn't been there in the first place. Steadying herself for a moment, feeling the current ripple through her young pussy and making her cunt tremble and squirm up against the cold steel once again, Tina rolled her eyes up toward the ceiling, wondering about her mother.

Francine was having her problems in the yard. When Bart and Max had returned, they told the woman in detail how they had trussed up Tina and Kathy. Horrified, Francine covered her mouth with both hands. She drew back from the men, still finding it difficult to believe her daughter would have become involved with people so depraved.

"Your daughter's enjoying a steady fuck downstairs. We might put you on the same thing later. But right now, we gotta figure out what you can take," Bart said.

"No! Animal!"

Francine lunged, leaping up from the ground like a tigress and hurling herself at the big man. He laughed, knocking her back, then beating on her head until she crouched in the dirt defeated.

Sobbing, Francine wanted to die. She couldn't believe what was happening to her and her daughter. It had to be some horrid nightmare, a dream from which she would awaken safely in her own bed.

"Gimme some matches!"

She heard the command, then saw a sharp flame shoot up into the night air. Immediately Bart brought the flame down to her cunt, while Max and another man were holding her down by her arms.

More hysterical shrieks of agony ripped from her throat while the cords in her neck stood out. She twisted and writhed, her, legs drumming against the wet ground.

When they touched her cunthair with the fire, sending the curly fur blackening into ash, Francine thought she would faint. She lost control, piss spurting from her pussy and wetting down her thighs. Some of it landed on the blazing hairs, putting out the fire, making the men laugh.

"Good, real good, baby! Yeah, you're the mother of that slut downstairs! You're the only one who could pull that kinda shit!"

The stench of burning hair assailed Francine's nostrils. Her eyes stared down at the flaming crotch, her body shivering with revulsion at what was happening.