Mother's into Sado-Mazo

CHAPTER FIVE

Cori had prayed that her mother would come here soon. Perhaps Rhonda would be able to see through what was going on and free her. But Rhonda had been evasive, saying she would come up the following afternoon, and there was little Cori could do to get her mother here. Uncle Jim, though anxious to see Rhonda for his own reasons, didn't really mind having another day to torment Cori. After the awful hosing down, Cori had lain in the mud while Uncle Jim strode down the hill and fetched his half-conscious daughter. He carried Cindy back to the house like a sack of potatoes, leaving her draped over the steps of the front porch.

"You, come here. You stay there."

Cori slipped from the muddy lake, sobbing, trying to clean herself off as best she could. Uncle Jim turned around several times and laughed at her plight, leading her around to the side of the house, where he bent over a low mound in the yard and pulled open a set of horizontal double doors. It was a fruit cellar. He nodded toward the stone steps below.

Cori was in no mood to argue. Exhausted, humiliated, all the girl wanted to do was get away from her horrid uncle. Quickly, she rushed by him and nearly ran down the cold steep steps, feeling her naked asscheeks jiggling against one another. She wanted to ask him for a blanket, anything to stay warm. But he would only hit her again, she thought.

Once in the fruit cellar, she huddled in a cold corner against the shelves of fruit jars, feeling her heart sink as the dampness in the air made her bones ache. She thought about what she had endured, about the water stream that had made her climax right in front of her uncle's eyes. He had beaten Cindy, then worked on her.

The young teenager drew into a fetal position, resting her chin on her knees while hugging her ankles tightly with both hands. At times, Cori thought she could hear the skittering of tiny claws across the floor. The thought that there were rats in the cellar here made her flesh crawl. Cori pulled her feet in harder under her ass, shivering, wondering how long Uncle Jim would keep her here.

What seemed like hours passed without a word from Cindy or her father. Cori relaxed, her thoughts drifting from this awful farm where she was imprisoned. The young blonde thought of her home, of the comfortable bed she would be resting in now, the coverlet drawn up tightly against her chin while through the half-opened door she could hear her mother busy in the kitchen. Dozing, the girl thought about warmth, about the soft, fuzzy feel of the blanket tickling her chin.

And then suddenly the dream was shattered. The crashing sound cut through her reverie, startling Cori awake. Uncle Jim was coming down the stone steps. He was worse than rats, she thought grimly, pressing her spine against the wall behind her. "No… don't…"

She was trembling, her head shivering as she curled her toes against the cold floor. Jim stood there, pushing his fingers through his hair, swaying unsteadily on his feet. Cori knew he'd been drinking. Maybe she could catch him off guard, she thought to herself with a grim smile. Drunks were usually sloppy in their moves.

"Up!" he demanded.

When she hesitated for a second, Jim roared, jerking one hand down and curling his fingers in her long hair. Cori clawed her fingers up against his wrists, digging the nails into his flesh as he tore more strands from her scalp. With a scream, Cori unfolded her legs and twisted herself into a standing position. He laughed at her cries and whimpers, dragging the teenager to the steps and pushing her forward. Cori stumbled, stubbing her toes against the stone steps while her hair splashed across her face. Regaining her balance, she swept the hair from her eyes and crawled up, her tits dangling down and slapping against one another. Uncle Jim was right behind her, pinching her ass and laughing again as she squealed like a stuck pig.

When she crawled out into the yard, Cori looked back over her shoulder, spotting Uncle Jim climbing up the final step. Flight! She could race away from him, rush into the woods and hide out there until morning. Then, perhaps, she could head off her mother before Rhonda drove into the farm compound. Cori didn't care what her mother would think at that point. She just wanted to get out of here, to escape from this madness.

"Don't even think it," Uncle Jim said, noticing her second of hesitation.

Cori's heart sank as she felt his callused fingers gripping her wrist. He led her around to the back of the house again. There it was, that muddy lake she'd been wallowing in only hours before. Cori shrank from the mess, feeling her flesh crawl.

Uncle Jim led her into the kitchen, then down another set of steps to the basement beneath the house. Cori wanted to ask him about Cindy. She cocked her head to one side, hoping she would catch some sign of her cousin's presence. But there was nothing.

In the big basement, Uncle Jim reached up and switched on a bare overhead light. Cori blinked her eyes, shading them while backing away from her uncle. He had a knife in his right hand. Cori cringed, her mouth opening as he came toward her.

"Over there… on the crate."

Uncle Jim bent over, never taking his eyes from the trembling teenager as he turned over a battered wooden crate, then kicked it over in her direction. Cori shook her head, backing away into the darkness while crossing her arms over her naked tits. The knife. Her nakedness. The crate. She was terrified what the combination would do to her.

"You heard me, you little slut! Down!" His voice was loud, threatening. Cori still shook her head but found herself bending to his order.

Shuddering, Cori brushed away one tear that had escaped from under her long blonde lashes, and then she dropped to her knees. It was as if she were going to have her head chopped off. Uncle Jim moved around her, pulling both her hands back and telling her to keep them there poised atop her ass.

He was busy getting something from the workbench. Rope! She could feel the hemp twisting around her wrists, binding them together tighter and tighter until she felt her fingers growing numb and icy. Cori groaned, looking around and watching Uncle Jim smiling grimly. He pushed her head back down, forcing her to drape herself completely over the crate. Cori knew she had to be arousing her uncle. She found her ass shoved back and out at an obscene angle, her cunt and shitter completely exposed. She pulled her ass back in, realizing she was shaming herself in this dreadful way.

"Nice knife. You saw it? Be surprised what something like this can do, even with a dull blade like this one has. You wanna look at it closer?" Cori shook her head, twisting her bound wrists together and feeling sweat start to bead on her helpless body. Then her heart nearly stopped as she felt something cold against one side of her face. It was the knife, she knew, rubbing back and forth across her flesh, pressing into her cheek, then rubbing over her nose. She crossed her eyes, staring at the awful blade until she thought her heart would crash through her ribcage. Uncle Jim laughed at her reaction, watching her body shiver and tremble against the box as he pulled the blade back until it was pressed against the back of her neck.

Cori whimpered again. She could feel the chilly, rusty, steel against her warm flesh. The girl let out a small moan, shifting her position on the floor and feeling the splintery wood of the box against her belly. Stiffening her back, Cori drew her knees together as if that would somehow protect her. She felt so naked, so vulnerable with the terrible pressure of that cold blade against her flesh.

Letting out a gasp, she could feel something else that felt oddly out of place. Her cunt was starting to tingle, the cuntlips growing swollen with blood while her clit slowly began to stiffen. She rolled her ass lightly up and down, feeling a growing slick rub of her pussy folds. She hoped her uncle didn't notice her curious little movement.

"Used this for a long time," he said with a chuckle, turning the knife around so the sharpened edge was against her soft skin.

Cori let out another whimper, her knees brushing up against the box while her asscheeks separated, clenched, then separated again in an uncontrollable spasm. It was all Cori could do to keep from pissing in fear.

"Could cut through wood with it at one time. Shame I haven't kept it up. But then again, I've got more of 'em in the house. That ought to be real nice for you to know, right?"

He laughed nastily, pushing the knife back and forth, making Cori feel he was about to cut her throat at any time. She let out a little fart, bringing a laugh of approval from her uncle. Uncle Jim kept on talking, talking about the knife, about how it could cut open things, bringing the knife down from her neck to the upper portion of her back. She shivered, working her shoulders back, feeling her nipples standing up at attention, the nubs rubbing teasingly against the splintery wood. Uncle Jim left a small narrow white line on her flesh as he drew the blade down her back. He traced the small bumps on her spine with the tip of the knife, drawing it down in a broad arc to her full thighs. That was when Cori panicked.

But she strained to be silent, knowing her uncle derived more awful pleasure from her cries when she screamed out in pain or fear. But it was so hard not screaming out anything right now. He could shove the blade into her and end her life at a moment's notice. Stories of young girls being found brutally murdered went through her head as she crouched there helplessly, the ropes burning into her wrists. And now he was sliding the knife down her body. Cori couldn't help it. She turned her head to one side, resting her cheek against the box and let out a cry of despair. "You dig this, don'tcha, baby? You really like this almost as much as fuckin', right? You like gettin' hot cock in your pussy? Most girls your age do," Uncle Jim said, bringing his right hand around her hip and rubbing his fingers up into her asscrack.

Cori flinched, her ass bobbing up and down as she felt her flesh crawl with horror. His right index finger was poking into her cunt now, jabbing in until the ragged nail was scraping painfully along the slick pink walls of her pussy. Cori let out another cry of despair, trying to tuck her ass away from him. He stopped in a moment, his finger touching a firm solid wall of flesh inside her cunt channel.

"Well, I'll be damned!" he whispered, poking the flesh harder, watching as Cori jerked away and cried out in pain. "You're a fuckin' virgin! You ain't never been with a man, huh?"

"N-n-n-no," Cori sobbed, feeling this discovery would work more against than for her.

"Well, that's gonna change real fast. Ain't right for a young lady like you not to know what a man feels like… a real man," Uncle Jim said, slapping her ass once more while still tracing the outline of her thighs with the blade.

"Oh, Uncle Jim, no, don't… please don't…"

"Fuck you? Come on, gal, say it. Say it!" he commanded.

The blade slipped down a little more. Now he was tracing the outline of her thigh, pressing in more firmly as he demanded an answer.

"Don't fuck me," she whispered, feeling tears burning her eyes.

"Sorry, Cori. You're just gonna have to put up with your of uncle and his ways," he said with a cruel laugh.

She shivered, feeling the sharpness of the steel driving her half mad. She could hear him breathing deeply behind her, his weight pressing up against her ass. He was moving up more closely, watching as the knife slipped around her asscheeks. Cori wanted to sink from sight. She could feel him spreading her knees forcibly apart. The wet, sticky line of her cuntal crack was exposed all the way now, the blade dangerously close to that soft, vulnerable area. Cori let out another shout, bobbing her ass away, feeling as if she were going to die from terror.

She worked her wrists back and forth until she felt something wet trickling over her fingers. Blood? Sweat? She didn't know. The young girl stopped struggling, concentrating on survival while he brought the knife up against her asscrack.

"Noooooooo!"

Uncle Jim was drawing the blade down to the bottom curves of her ass, twisting it around and rubbing the flat of the cold steel blade between her cunt and asshole. Cori was sure the slightest move would ruin her forever. She knelt there without making a single move, even holding her breath at times.

In a moment, the knife was gone and Cori sagged with relief, letting out a whoosh of breath. Then the chill was back, this time right over her cunt. Cori let out a cry, her spine stiffening while her pussy sucked in air and spasmed uncontrollably. Cori thought she would go into shock from the feel of the knife against her pussy that way. He was moving the knife along now, the tip tracing the edges of her cuntlips. She bit her lip, her nostrils flaring while her throat felt dry.

"No, don't cut me, Uncle Jim! Please, don't do that to me!" she whimpered.

"Don't worry about that, sweet pea," he chuckled. "There's no way I'm gonna throw you away… just yet, anyway."

Cori could feel a trickle of her cuntal juice seeping from her pussy, oozing down her thighs. She shifted position on the crate, hearing the boards groaning from her weight. Uncle Jim was moving the blade back up, up until it was pressed flat against her cunt. It was as if someone had put an ice cube at the center of her hot cunt. He pressed the blade from the bottom junction of her cuntlips to her clit, pricking the spongy, stiff little nub. Cori shivered, biting her lower lip again, wishing this would be all over as she felt her cunt cinching down on the offending knife. The sharp, rusty edges of the blade bit into her pussylips.

"Owwwwwwww!"

There was nothing she could do to stop the spasms racing through her cunt. Uncle Jim rocked the knife up and down, pricking the tip against her clit continually. He was watching her, studying the way Cori rolled her ass, made her buns clench against one another like two white fists.

The teenager felt millions of hot sparks showering into her cunt from that pricked clit. Curling her toes until they cramped, Cori jerked her ass up and down, rubbing her tits and finding that she liked the way her nipples frictioned over the rough surface of the crate. Her back arched, making her open her cunt more.

"Man, gonna be fuckin' into that pussy! Gonna be fuckin' into it and make you a woman tonight," Uncle Jim chanted again and again.

The constant touch and chill of that blade sent jolts of incredible pleasure searing through the horrified girl. She became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her pricked cuntlips as more and more juice burned into them.

"Uhhh… ooooohhhhhh!"

Cori felt the tip of the blade pierce her cunt folds. The hot, searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill. She felt her cuntlips catching fire again and again as the juices stung all through her pussy.

She closed her eyes in defeat, remembering the way her uncle had fucked her mouth, and then had washed her down like an animal while beating her cousin. How she hated him, hated herself for all these feelings coursing through her like hot lava.

"Man!"

He was behind her now, his hands pulling her asscheeks apart, his stubbly face brushing the inner curves of her buns. Cori opened her mouth in shock, feeling her uncle fitting his mouth to her pussy. She squirmed uncomfortably. He put his squirming tongue down into her cunt and licked deep into her fuck-hole until he was petting her cherry with the tip. Cori wasn't sure what was worse, this or the horrid knife that had cut into her cuntlips. She felt that tongue stroking her cunt deeper, the tight, raw hot itchy feeling deep inside her pussy growing more and more concentrated.

The ropes burning into her wrists added to the lewd excitement racing through her. Again, her ass tightened then relaxed as his tongue fucked deep into her cunt. It was as if someone were strangling her. But Cori knew better. It was her own excitement racing through her, taking her breath away as she leaned over the crate and took her uncle's tongue up her cunt.

In a moment, Cori was shoving her ass back at him, feeling him suck hard while his tongue fucked in and out of her pussy with fast, fluttering strokes. Cori couldn't believe what was happening to her down there. And now he pulled away, licking his chops while bringing his hands down and slapping her naked ass until the asscheeks glowed with scarlet.

"No!"

The knife was back, sliding from asscheek to asscheek while he stabbed one thumb into her asshole. Cori shrieked, bobbing her ass around, feeling that awful digit digging into her shitter and making her asshole hurt that way! She twisted her belly over the crate, stabbing herself with more splinters as she felt that awful finger fuck in knuckle-deep.

"Okay, baby, this is enough fuckin' around. Gonna go in and take care of that cherry. Then it's gonna be smooth sailin' for both of us."

"No!" Cori screamed, trying to struggle up and escape.

Uncle Jim struck her hard atop her head, knocking the teenager back to the crate and holding her against the top.

She heard the knife dropping to the basement floor. He was going to do it, going to fuck out her cherry!