Roped mother, raped daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Betti Watson felt that hot, shiver tinge spasm through her virgin cunt as she rocked her slim hips from side to side on the chaise lounge. Her electric-blue bikini bottom was snuggling up against her hot, swelling cuntlips, the silky material rubbing so nicely against her milky-soft pussylabes. The sensation was shockingly good, even better than the way those two patches were getting her stiff, rose-pink nipples going.

It was awful feeling this way, especially right at the home of her very best friend, Tina Anderson. But there it was, making her breath a little shorter while the sensitive places between her toes tingled like mad. Thank goodness, she thought, she had on her dark sunglasses. No one knew she was staring at Jack Foster. He was a rebel. That was what Tina had said, giggling all the time. Betti was sure Tina would have let him fuck her if he were interested in doing it. Instead, he just came around all the time, hanging around the big two-story wooden house and talking with Tina's brother, Joe.

"Yeah, some nice pussy around here." The whispered words drifted to Betti. She wasn't supposed to hear that, she knew. But how the words made her flesh crawl with excitement and delight. To think, two men were talking aloud… fucking, and right in front of her! Tina was inside the house now, making some lemonade. That was when Betti heard more of the conversation.

"You know, I've lot some real good stuff at my folks' garage. They ain't home for the next two days. C'mon, Joe, don't be such a pussy. It's damned good booze."

Betti turned around, peering over the top of the lounge chair just in time to see Jack and Joe disappear through the back garden gate. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should say something to Tina. But something went off in the blonde teenager's head, something that urged her from the comfort of the chair and sent her tiptoeing down the alley, her rubber sandals making hardly any noise.

She could see the youths disappearing into a small garage just one block down the street. Oh, what a naughty thing they were going to do – drinking on the sly!

Betti drew close to the garage now, feeling her heart beating so fast she thought it would tear through her ribcage. She could hear them laughing inside, the sounds of bottles clinking reaching her ears. Betti peered through the window, seeing Joe taking a long swig from the bottle. It was getting darker, the sun having set behind the Santa Monica Mountains. She would have to go back and get a sweater or something. But Betti was still curious as to what the boys were really up to.

Studying Tina's brother so hard, Betti didn't bar the soft shuffling sound of Jack's boots until he was right behind her.

"Oh!"

She lurched against the wooden siding when she felt the flat of his right hand smack her ass hard. Betti spun around, her cheeks burning with shame as she rubbed her stinging asscheeks. "Sneaking around and spying, eh? You gonna tell Joe's folks?"

Jack's high-cheeked, ruggedly handsome face was twisted into an ugly sneer now. Betti felt the icy grip of fear tighten around her heart as she looked around, hoping against hope a car would meander down the narrow alley.

"N-n-n-no, I just… I was just kinda curious, that's all."

Jack's lips curled into a sardonic smile as he dropped one hand down to his crotch. Betti couldn't help herself. Her eyes followed that hand, watching as the fingers curled under his fly and squeezed a heavy roll of cockmeat starting to tent up the front of his faded jeans. God! He wasn't wearing any shorts! Betti drew away from the young stud.

"I think I'd better go," she whispered, feeling her throat tighten even more.

"Hey, no. You wanna see what's inside? Then come on in."

Betti winced, feeling his strong fingers pressing hard into her upper arm. He dragged her around the garage, pulling her without regard to how she stumbled over the uneven flagstone pavement. Betti pulled backward half-heartedly, feeling so guilty over having been caught peeping.

"Betti? What the hell?"

Joe was clumsily pushing the opened vodka bottle under a cushion, obviously surprised at seeing his sister's best friend here.

"She was peeping around. I think we gotta teach the brat a lesson she won't forget." Betti didn't like the sound of Jack's voice. She didn't particularly like what she was hearing. Joe looked confusedly at his buddy, his head cocked to one side while Jack flipped the lock. Betti felt terribly naked, her hands automatically drawing in front of her pussy while she folded in her upper arms to hide her be tits. "You know," Jack began, sauntering up to Betti and drawing the backs of his fingers over her jaw, "I got a gang, a real nice group of boys who don't take any shit from little pussies like this."

"What?"

Betti was horrified. Never, ever had anyone called her such a horrid name before. She backed away, her bikini-clad ass flattening against the garage wall behind her. He was moving one finger under the thin elastic band holding those two patches up against her still-rigid nipples. She could hear the chance in his breathing, see the added glow in his eyes. Joe was watching open-mouthed behind his buddy, his eyes wide while Jack toyed with Betti for another moment.

"Oh!"

Betti felt the top of her bikini fly from her tits, dangling now like a piece of string from Jack's fingers while her tits flopped down on her chest. She flushed beet red, flinging her hands around her naked tits and looking desperately at her best friend's brother. Surely Joe couldn't just sit there and watch this! Jack suddenly grabbed her wrists and pulled them wide apart lowering his head and biting her right nipple.

"Ow!"

Betti struggled, her feet scraping painfully along the concrete floor as she felt his teeth sinking into her sensitive tit-tip. She screamed again, her ass jiggling and bouncing against the cinderblock wall behind her. The girl feared he would bite her nipple off. Somehow she managed to get one hand free and slapped Jack hard across he side of the face.

"Little slut!"

He repaid her three times over, swinging his left hand down knuckles-first and smashing his fist against the side of her face. Betti let out a groan, fearing he had shattered her skull from the force of the blow, her knees giving way as she sank to the floor.

"Hey, man, go easy on her," Joe said.

"Remember what we were talkin' about? About how some girls really like it rough? Let's just see how fuckin' rough this little bitch likes it."

"Ow!"

Jack was curling his fingers in Betti's hair, dragging her from the corner of the garage as her feet strung out behind her. Her eyelids fluttered while a pulse exploded in her throat. Betti wanted to scream, but knew that would only infuriate the young stud hurting her.

"There."

He dropped her in the middle of the greasy floor. Betti pulled herself up, feeling the black slime dirtying her body. She grimaced, trying to wipe her hands on something and finding she was only making herself dirtier with her moves. She started to get up. But Jack was waiting for her to make a move like that, cocking his right foot and thrusting his booted foot hard against her belly.

Betti let out a whooshing sound, pitching back and doubling over. She wheeled halfway around, her hands clutching at her throat while her lone blonde hair spun out around her narrow shoulders. Gradually the girl managed to regain some of her breath.

"Now…"

He smacked her back down against the floor one more time, placing the heel of his boot up against her chin while rubbing the filthy sole against her mouth and nose.

Betti gagged, bringing her hands up and trying to push the awful thing off. But she felt him increase the pressure when she tried that. Groaning with disgust, the girl let her arms drop to her sides and tasted the awful filth. She gagged attain when Jack rubbed his boot back and forth, scraping the rough sole over her flattened lips.

Betti squirmed her body lightly against the floor, feeling the bikini bottoms snuggling up tight against her cunt. There was no more excitement. There was no more curiosity. There was only fear, terror and pain shooting through the girl like a narcotic as Jack pressed down harder, making her twist her head to one side. She gasped now, her throat tightening while terror gripped her heart like an icy fist.

Jack took his foot off her face for a moment, reaching down and slipping his callused fingers under her bikini bottom. It took little effort for him to rip the flimsy nylon from her cunt.

Betti let out a little cry, feeling the last shred of decency torn from her. They were going to rape her here in the garage, fuck her cherry to pieces! She started to cry, the hot tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she continued to lie there helpless under the big stud. So, this was how she was going to lose her innocence! The horror and shame of it spasm through her, making the teenager ill.

"Get up."

He twisted his fingers in her hair again, jerking her head-up and pulling until Betti found herself scrambling for her life. Her feet stumbled over one another while her knees shivered for support. Her tits slapped together as Jack pulled her hair fast to his classic 1967 blue Mustang. He flung her against the car, her thighs banging against the fender while her tits flattened across the cold smooth finish. Jack was holding her by the back of the neck now, his fingers pressing into her flesh while she leaned over and fought for what courage she could muster.

"Like to spy on girls, huh? You wanna get fucked, baby? Is that it? Is that why you came out here all decked out like this? To get some cock?"

"No, no, that's not true!" she protested.

Jack looked at her thoughtfully, then shook his head.

"That's not what I think, baby. I can see fuckin' written all over your damned face. You want cock, and that's lust what you're gonna get."

"No! Oh Joe, help me! Don't let him do this to me!" Jack struggled with her, slapping her several times until Betti finally stopped her wild screaming. The harsh blows across her face took some of the fight from her as she struggled to stay conscious, her tits flopping madly against one another. With one back-handed blow, Jack knocked her half senseless across the hood of his car, pushing her up against the windshield and leaving her there for a moment. Ordering Joe to keep an eye on her, he swaggered over to the work bench, pulling open the center wooden drawer and fishing around for a moment or two before returning with four C-clamps.

Betti felt the windshield wipers cutting into her back flesh. She started to prop herself on her elbows and received a sharp blow across the face for that effort. When she tried rolling to the right she felt Jack's hands grabbing her shoulders, pulling her up, up, until he had her stretched out on the roof of his car. It was so odd lying like this, her feet dangling over the back while her spine pressed against the cold top. He pulled her back a little, and her blonde hair fanned over the windshield as he climbed up to the top and crawled around until he was kneeling on her shoulders.

His weight made the girl err out, snapping her head from side to aide. Peering up through tear-stained eyes, Betti could see his prick was hard, pressing up against the front of his Levi's until she thought the cockhead would burst right through the stretched material Jack took one of the clamps and tightened the screw until there was only half an inch opened. Bringing his hands down, he slipped the device over her right nipple, twisting the screw once more until it was crushing the nub in its grip.

Betti screamed, her eyes rounding while the cord in her neck stood out. She pounded her fists against the car's roof, her body squirming and twisting under Jack. He ignored her, ignored Joe's concern as he brought the other damp around and tightened that screw over her left tit-tip. Jack let the devices slip to either side of her body, distending her tits and making the pressing pain against her nipples even more intense.

The strong girl sobbed, choking on her own cries, the roaring of her pulse deafening her to early everything except her screams. Sliding down a few feet the big stud brushed the backs of his fingers against the soft blonde fuzz curling over her cunt. Betti cringed away, her thighs tensing while her legs squirmed against the roof of the car.

She bit her lower lip, feeling the flames of shame flare across her cheeks. No one except her mother and maybe Tina once or twice had seen her this naked! And here was this man gapping at her pussy, feeling it, touching it. He stuck in one finger, the jagged fingernail scraping along her sensitive cuntal membranes, Betti let out a groan, dosing her eyes in defeat and embarrassment while curling her fingers until the nails bit into her sweaty palms. She squirmed her asscheeks against the roof of the car nearly forgetting about the pain throbbing through her tits while that awful finger wormed sickeningly through her virgin pussy until that nail brushed up against her cherry.

Jack stopped, his eyebrows rising as he stared at the helpless, bound teenager in amazement.

"Man, you're still a fuckin' virgin! What do you do? Suck cock all the time? Or do you take cocks up the ass?"

Betti was too sickened by her fear to answer the awful question. She drummed her legs against the back of the car as she felt that finger pressing in, the nail pressing painfully against the bunched soft flesh that kept Betti still in childhood.

He stopped for a moment, cocking his head to one side, then slowly drawing out his finger. Betti let out a sigh of relief, feeling her muscles relax all at once with relief.

Then she felt the cold steel of the clamp against her right cuntlip. He was fitting that thing on her, slipping the C-clamp onto one pussylip, then twisting the screw until the steel was biting painfully into her soft, puffy cunt flesh. Betti knew screaming wouldn't help. This guy seemed to thrive on her cries. Instead, she bit down harder on her lower lip until she could taste blood, resolved to not make one sound while he slipped the second clamp onto her opposite cuntlip and screwed the device tight.

The clamps pulled her pussy wide open, revealing the rich pink moist cuntmeat that made Jack lick his lips. Again he fucked one finger into her cunt, slipping it down, down until the tip speared into her cherry. And again Betti struggled to keep her cry down, the pain akin to that of being stabbed with a knife.

"Uh!"

Jack pulled his finger out of her pussy, sniffing at the tip and grinning down at her.

"Virgin or not, you got some of this juice flowin' outta you, and that means one hot cunt. You'll see," he said with a wink.

Betti was afraid to move one muscle as he slipped off her body and jumped to the garage floor. She could hear him opening the hood of the Mustang, then rattling around the front of the car. Her back and shoulders hurt from the awkward position she was in. And the clamps seemed to be living things, biting into her nipples and chewing down on them while her skin chilled to the cold automobile steel Jack was back in a moment with something large dangling from his hand.

"We'll see just how good you are at takin' things – you know, like pain and all that." Betti rolled her head, catching sight of Joe, who was grinning at her. He had gone over to the other side, forgetting their years of friendship and thinking only of his cock! Betti could have screamed at him, but soon found she had other concerns to worry over.

Jack had a pair of jumper cables in his hand – big yellow ones, the blade jaws of which brushed over the rings biting into her nipples. She eyed them warily, her pulse leaping into high gear. What oh what were they going to do to her with that awful thing?