Daughter degraded

CHAPTER TEN

The hours dragged on. Cindy had caught sight of one or two other girls being led past her door. She had found several chinks in the wood and she had watched them shuffle by their heads bent low, their eyes glazed with defeat. How long had they been there? The young blonde tried to remember any stories about missing girls in the area.

"Awwwhwhhh!"

And then there were those terrible sounds, sounds of the girls crying out for help as those awful men did things to them.

It was maybe three hours after the last episode that Jack came back.

"We got something for you, something you're gonna enjoy. But first come on," he said, taking her by the hand.

Cindy had been back in her tiny room, huddled in a corner, trying to hide herself. It was impossible, of course. She knew they would be coming for her, telling her to do some other perverted act.

Jack dragged Cindy down that horrible long hall again. They passed the front room. There she could see Joe and Don naked, their bodies humping against something. The loud strangled, gagging sounds told her some unfortunate girl was there, her body being violated in some awful way.

"Here."

He was leading her down wooden steps. It was a fruit cellar or something. Standing where she had been told to, Cindy watched blankly as Jack pulled out several long pieces of rope, then told her to put out her arms. The young man carefully bound each wrist with a two-foot piece of rope, cinching the knot tightly around her flesh, then repeating the action with two more pieces around her ankles.

Bending her back, then telling her to sit on her ass, Jack attached the ropes around her wrists to long spikes driven into the wooden shelves lining either side of the narrow cellar. Next came her legs. Soon Cindy was suspended spread-eagled two feet above the dirty, concrete floor.

Jack nodded, biting his lower lip with excitement. Yes, this was how he wanted her – bound and helpless, jiggling like a piece of meat hanging from a butcher's hook.

Cindy watched helplessly as the big stud undressed, then fished around in one of the shelves, pulling out a Coleman lantern. Working the levers at the base, Jack managed to get a good bluish flame going.

"You like heat?"

Cindy shook her head violently from side to side, her eyes riveted on the flickering flame.

"That's all right," he murmured, toying with childlike fascination with the lantern. "What I'm gonna do is somethin' I dig. Man, the others up there don't understand. They don't have to. I pay 'em just to help, not to think. But this, man, this is a trip."

He was patting the lantern while staring at her. Cindy cringed. He had something planned. He was only playing with her now – then when the horror of what he was planning to do became apparent, she shivered. The girl saw his dick rising as he saw her terror growing in her eyes.

"No, oh no, don't… please."

Her tits rose and fell rapidly while her nipples became hard. Why was she reacting this way? She should be begging him not to hurt her, to take that terrible thing away from her. But instead, she was just watching the flame with fascination, watching Jack's dick grow thick and hard, rising slowly up. She wanted to scream at herself, scream at the awful degrading position she was throwing herself into.

Instead, Cindy just lay there, waiting for him to make his move.

"Yeah, yeah."

The sight of the girl's helplessness, of her terror, of her strange sexual need made his balls twitch. The little slut was reacting to this bizarre torture as he'd hoped she would. Cindy was becoming a good little slut, a good little fuck. And before he was finished, she would obey everything he told her to do. Yes, she would make one hell of a picture story he'd sell to the fat old perverts out there.

"Nooo."

Cindy sobbed as the weight of her own body pulled at her muscles. She twisted back and forth, trying to ease the strain. A cramp passed from her hamstrings to her biceps. It was awful, painful!

"Good, huh, baby, good!"

Cindy begged him to loosen the rope. But Jack ignored her. He was squatting in front of her, his eyes fastened on her cuntal mound and the round slope of her buttocks. A few hairs along the bottom slope of her pussy curled under her asscheeks. Not even the darkness in the cellar could bide the swell of her ass and thighs.

"Oh baby, baby, I could cum all over you right now," he whispered, trailing his fingertips over her ass.

Cindy shivered, pulling at the ropes once more in a futile escape attempt. She didn't want him cumming all over her. She didn't want to feel his jizz exploding on her body, on her tits, in her ass. All she wanted to do was go home, get out of this insane asylum.

But she was also aroused, her pussy swelling open, dripping with juice. That was something she couldn't hide from Jack. He rose. When he moved closer, she flinched. She knew he was getting ready to carry out whatever insane act he had devised. Horror at what he might do to her was coupled with the growing excitement about what it might be. Jack lifted the glass sheath of the lantern.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"What do you think?"

His lips curled up into a cruel smile.

"Oh no, don't… don't hurt me. You're going to… oh God, not that! Oh please, not that!"

Suddenly Cindy knew what he was going to do!

Burn her! He was going to put that fire to her flesh, to disfigure her for life!

The girl writhed in her bonds, puffing at the ropes until they chafed at her wrists and ankles. It was insane, crazy! No wonder he didn't want the others to see him. They might have actually shown some type of pity toward her and stopped him.

"Help! Oh God!"

Her face was a mask of terror as Jack moved the lantern from the shelf toward her. He squatted, moving carefully so as not to spill the lantern. Cindy twisted her head around, her eyes wide, her nostrils flaring. Her flesh glistened with sweat while her scalp crinkled with terror. A draft chilled her crawling flesh as Jack slid the lantern under her buttocks. He watched her carefully, fiddling with the key. At times he turned it clockwise, increasing the length of the blue flame.

"Noooooo!"

Cindy cried out, arching her back. She tried spreading her legs apart, pushing them against the rotting shelf wood, trying to raise her buttocks above the licking flame.

"Noooo!"

"Come on, Cindy, digit. YOU dig it, don'tcha?" He was going to brand her ass. Her screams became louder and louder while her fingers clawed at the air. It was hot, so hot down there! It was hot enough to singe her flesh.

Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth a tight scar while she jerked and pulled at the horrible ropes. She tried twisting her hips again to escape the licking heat. The flame flickered. It was like scalding feather, waving and brushing across her jiggling buttocks. Her cries turned into strangled gurgles as the pain ebbed. Now it was turning into something else, a kind of warmth that seemed to ease her pain and fear.

Her clit was tingling, while her cunt started quivering. The nerves in her pussy raced with the steady licking of the fire.

"Ughhhh!"

The blonde girl was changing, changing in her attitude to what was happening under her. Her body wanted more, actually desired more stimulation. She wanted Jack to touch her tits, her ass, her cunt. She bit her lips to keep from screaming out her wild need. What on earth was going on in her mind? How could she possibly enjoy this?

"Get it, baby, get it on."

Cindy wanted him. She felt she had to feel the power of his cock. But it was too terrible to admit this, to shout it out. So all she could do was bite her lips and twist and turn, jerking her hips shamelessly with all the abandon of a hot nympho!

Jack sat and watched, rubbing his cock, feeling it grow hot and hard between his fingers. He had to have her pussy. But he wanted to drag this out, make the girl pant and gasp for sex before he did anything more to her. He had rarely come across someone who was into this kind of shame and torture – especially a girl this young. But Cindy was a true find and he was going to milk out every second he could from the girl.

"Unhhhhhh!"

He moved between her legs, squatting down. He jerked her cuntlips apart, watching as more juice oozed out, wetting his fingertips. It was so greasy down there he could hardly get a good grip.

"Man, hot, real hot," he breathed.

The fire raked her buttocks, making Cindy twitch and jerk once more. She started to cry. Jack let go, enjoying her humiliation. Then, laughing to himself, he reached down and turned up the flame.

"Noooo!"

The sudden increase of heat turned a portion of her ass dark red. She groaned, jerking at the ropes and begging once again for mercy.

"You ain't gonna get no help here, baby, no help at all."

Jack swung her hips back and forth. As her ass passed over the fire, a trail of red cut across her asscheeks. He kept her swinging, and she shrieked and screamed, the fire biting deeper.

"Don't do this to me! Oh God, don't!"

Jack was holding her steady now over the fire, spreading her outer labes apart again.

"You dug my cock before, baby, now love my finger."

He shoved a finger into her cunt, his strong grip keeping her buttocks over the fire. He stuck the digit into her cunt, wriggling it around, scraping the slick folds and hollows. Cindy was going crazy. She twisted and raved with agony and delight. The fire was doing strange things to her.

"Yeah, yeah, nice and hot and tight, just like I remember it. Man, you're one hell of a little slut, you know that?"

"I am not!" she sobbed.

But what was she, then? Hadn't she turned into something like a nympho now? And with that twisting finger she was growing hotter.

"Yeah, you dig the pain and pleasure trip. And, man, we're gonna milk that for as much as we can get."

The words made Cindy shiver.