Roped mother, raped daughter

CHAPTER TWO

Jack quickly damped the jumper cables' jaws onto the tit rings, fanning out the rubber cable over her body before pulling it backward over the windshield. He tugged at the device, pulling her tits back, back until the rounded bottoms were pressing against her chin. The pain was awful, exciting, sending spasms of agony through her tits!

Betti twisted around, inching back until her head dangled completely over the windshield, strands of her silky blonde hair tangling in the wipers. Rolling her eyes back, Betti could see even from her upside-down position that Jack was moving the cables around to his car battery. He had just attached the ground. Now he was tying with the red cable, looking at her, seeing the terror pulsing through her. Just as she was about to jerk up and pull the horrid cable clamps from her tit rings, Jack brushed the top of the metal against the positive terminal of the car battery.

"Yagh!"

It was as if someone had punched her with a hard fist! Her body jerked, her legs kicking up and out while her spine arched as if it would break. Her tits flopped together while her lips twisted apart to let out a short, sharp scream. Betti had never felt anything quite like that before. It had knocked the wind from her as she lay draped across the top of Jack's Mustang.

"Here, take this and rope the slut down before she jumps off."

"How?" Joe asked.

"Goddamn it! Just slip this fuckin' thing around her ankles, run it through the car, then tie her other ankle to it." Joe did as he was ordered, looping the line around Betti's right ankle and cinching it securely with a figure eight before throwing the rope through the rear opened window, catching it on the other side, and drawing it through to tie it to her other leg. Betti felt the rope biting down onto her ankles, the sensation not nearly as painful as the clamps biting into her cunt and nipples.

"You enjoy that, baby? You like gettin' a little juice up your twat?"

"No, don't! You'll kill me with that!" she cried, her eyes wide with tenor.

"With a car battery? Come on!"

But Jack screwed up his eyes in thought, dangling the damp again over the positive terminal before letting the metal touch it. Sparks flew, sputtering sounds filling the air seconds before the harsh current crashed into the girl's bound body.

Betti jerked spasmodically against the top of the car, her legs pulling outward against the restraining line while her head jerked and bounced against the windshield. Her eyelids fluttered wildly while her muscles bulged and cramped. The perspiration flowing from her pores made the conductivity of her flesh all the more intense. The current flowed more freely, sparking across her nipples, turning the bright pink nubs into purplish stubs sparking against the biting C-clamps.

Her cuntlips were puffing up, sparking and spasm with the heavy current. She could smell the pungent aroma of something burning, something smoking. It was her own cunt! They were burning up her pussy with that damnable electricity, watching her body jerk and bounce. "Uhhhh…"

The current was off once more. Betti sagged against the top of the blue Mustang, her legs draped against the back while she sucked in air for her aching lungs. She was exhausted, her brain buzzing and humming from the heavy electrical assault. She raised her head slightly, sure she would see two black stumps where her nipples bad been. No. They were still there, hard and thick against the clamps. But they were a dark purple now, the color of passion, Betti thought ironically.

As the teenager started to move a little more, she heard a clanking sound, followed by the current tearing through her body a third time. "Eaghghghhghghhhhh!"

Spit stood out like diamonds on her lips while her tongue rolled back, threatening to choke her. Betti's eyes widened as she rolled and pitched her thighs, the clamps chewing into her cuntlips and nipples. It was as if some awful beast were stalking inside her, ripping at her organs. Her bones almost rattled, the joints aching from the amperage tearing through her body. The blonde teenager screamed again, her body jerking up, slamming down, then arching up once more like a bridge span. She was rigid, stiff and shaking from the killing current while the two young men watched her with stiff, throbbing cocks.

"Uh!"

Jack pulled the clamps from the battery, reaching up and tearing them from her tit rings. Betti wanted to mutter a thank-you but found she was far too exhausted even to moan. Jack kept her roped to the top of the car for the moment, enjoying what his buddy had done on the spur of the moment.

Joe was leaning against the trunk now, staring right up into the girl's pulled-open virgin cunt. He was fingering his hard-on through his jeans, his eyes glazed and burning.

"First time you ever seen a cunt, boy? They're good, real good when they're in hot action. And I'll bet this little slut's sot one helluva hot pussy and don't even know it… yet!" Betti writhed against his strong hands, a sob escaping from her lips. She still ached from the electrocution, her nipples feeling as if they had been ripped from her tits while her cunt throbbed with a delicious kind of pain. She was staring at the two men who held her tight against the car roof.

It was a clicking sound that brought Betti back to life. She looked up, peering over her high-riding tits only to see Jack with a long switchblade in his right hand. She had seen him playing with the thing in Tina's back yard, holding Joe's fascination as he flicked the weapon in tight little spirals into a tree trunk. Now he was holding the steel blade straight up, the glistening point nearly touching the top of his forehead. He moved between her widely spread thighs once more, lowering the knife blade until the steel touched her inner thigh.

Betti strained against the ropes, holding her breath while staring wide-eyed at what the man was doing. He turned the blade, letting the cutting edge rest lightly against her flesh. Then he drew the knife up, barely touching her skin. A long white try followed the weapon while Betti's flesh quivered at the touch. She strained against the ropes, her hips moving against one another while her head shook from terror.

He drew the knife up, up, finally touching her cunt with the flat of the blade. Betti felt a breath explode from her lungs as she fell back against the roof of the car. Straining against the ropes until her thigh muscles cramped, the girl tried wriggling back, tucking her cunt away from the threatening knife. But Jack followed her closely, standing the blade up on end and touching her clit with the pointed tip while he rocked it from side to side.

Betti lay stiff, a slight tremor rippling through her quiet body. She expected the blade to come cutting through her cunt at any second.

When Jack pushed the sharp edge of the blade against her cuntal mouth, Betti lost control, feeling piss bubbling from her pussy.

"Damn!" Jack exclaimed.

Thank goodness! She felt the blade slide from her pussy in an instant, hearing Jack's muffled cursing as he wiped his hand against his Levi's. Quick as a striking cobra, he was back on the car, jabbing his fingers into her mouth and forcing her to lick the remains of her own piss. Betti gaged, tasting the vile piss with her tongue while her belly cramped and turned over in revulsion. Jack jammed his hand down farther banging her head against the windshield until the glass nearly cracked. She felt faint, her skull aching from the constant, relentless attack. He had one hand around her throat now, squeezing her windpipe slowly while still forcing her to lick at his soiled fingers.

The hand was abruptly gone from her neck. Turning her head, the girl coughed and spat. She barely had time to recuperate.

Jack reached down to one side, ripping the antenna from his car and tearing it from the base. He whipped the weapon through the air with a hissing, whining sound, bringing the thin steel down hard against her shoulders.

"Yaahhhh!"

It was as if he had slit open her flesh with the switchblade. Betti shrieked, feeling the hot stinging pain bite across her right shoulder and down to her tit. The whistling continued, this time the antenna smacking hard across both tits just above her pulled nipples.

Betti screamed, her body slamming against the car hood. She twisted her body around as best she could, her less wrapped around one another. Jack slashed the antenna down across her belly, leaving a long narrow red mark just above her navel.

Betti screamed, and her legs jerked up and pulled maddeningly against the restraining rope. The line bit into her ankles, leaving low pink marks that started to turn purple as the whistling antenna smacked down again and again against her belly and tits. A particularly stinging blow bit into both nipples, the wire antenna clanging loudly against the C-clamps.

"Yaghghhghghhhhh!"

"Hey, man, somebody's gonna hear her," Joe said, looking nervously through the dirt-stained garage window.

"Naw. Ain't nobody around here. Garage's too far back."

But Jack stopped the whipping, drawing one hand across his sweat-dripping forehead and throwing the antenna to the floor. Betti lay panting atop the car, her body whip-striped, her cunt pulled open, her tits chewed and pinched by the awful clamps.

"Let's fuck the bitch! She's gonna have that cock now. I think I've warmed her up enough," Jack said.

Betti wasn't so hysterical that she couldn't understand what they were going to do with her. She felt Joe fiddling with the rope around her right ankle.

I'll kick them both, she thought to herself with a grim smile. I'll smash their balls when I get the chance.

She was pretending to be completely limp while Jack slipped the rope from around her left ankle. She readied herself, tensing her muscles ever so slightly as the pulleys started pulling her down from the car's roof.

"Watch it! The bitch is feisty!" Jack warned. Betti managed to drive one foot into Joe's face before Jack pulled her down roughly to the gage floor, purposely crashing her skull against the door handle of his Mustang. Betti crumpled to the floor, one arm draped over her head while her legs flew out from under her and she skidded halfway under the car. She felt Jack's boots crushing her knuckles as he moved around, reaching for her arms and dragging her out from under the car.

"Stupid bitch! Thought you could get away with something like that? Where the fuck did you think I came from anyway?" Jack snarled, shaking her violently.

Joe was picking himself up, rubbing the back of his neck while staring angrily at the hapless Betti.

"I tell you, it don't do no good bein' nice to a slut like this," Jack snarled.

"Yeah, see whatcha mean." Joe was still rubbing his neck when Jack threw Betti over the hood of the car, pressing her chafed wrists on either side of the hood ornament. He held her pinned with his groin to the front fender, his cock-bulge rubbing scratchily against her naked ass while he roped her wrists to the steel horse ornament.

Betti squirmed and cried, tears flooding from her eyes while her knees beat painfully against the fender and tire. She heard jangling sounds behind her and knew the stud was pulling down his pants. It was when she felt something very hot, hard and insistent rubbing into her sweaty asscrack that the girl realized she was really going to be fucked.

"No!"

She shouted and screamed, tiny farts of excitement escaping from her asshole while she jerked madly against the rope around her wrists. The girl cringed at. Jack's hard touch, her skin crawling with revulsion as she felt his hard prick rubbing up and down, up and down, sinking into her asscrack and forcing her buns apart. His knees were digging into the backs of her legs while he moaned happily into her ear. She felt him biting into her earlobe just as he pressed his fat, mushroom-shaped cockhead against her asshole.

Betti's mouth opened, a rush of air escaping from her throat as she realized with panic and horror what was actually going to happen. She shook her head violently, her hair splashing over her white, shocked face while she pulled at the restraining rope until blood oozed from the parting skin.

She felt her tight asshole spreading acheingly under the steady pressure. He was going to fuck her in the ass.

"Whore, slut," he murmured, his hipbones knifing into her ass as her cuntlips flattened against the smooth, cool fender.

It was horrid what was happening to her – horrid, and strangely exciting. Her big tits were flattened against the car hood while her nipples, stretched and sore from the damping and the whipping, puckered into two hard points.

It was with a piercing shock of agony that the girl felt Jack's prickhead spear into her asshole. "Yaghghghghhh!"

Betti snapped her head back, shocked beyond belief that this was happening to her. The pain made her piss again, the yellow piss staining her aching inner thighs as he fucked into her ass. He knew what she was doing, knew that she was losing control of herself once more. And that made it all the more delightful for him.

Jack lowered his head, biting at the nape of her neck. He jabbed again and again, each time dragging out tearing moan from the ass-raped teenager. The scalding agony radiating out from her drenched asshole took away her breath again and again as he dug his fingernails into her sore asscheeks. It was like having a huge fist being pushed into her ass guts, tearing her apart, rummaging around in her body as she felt the obscene slickness of her cuntlips against the car. "Man, gotta have some of that mouth." It was Joe, his Levi's long having been pulled down and discarded. Still wearing his white athletic socks, the young man scrambled around and jerked her head up by the hair just as he'd seen Jack do.

Betti opened her mouth again to shout, only to find it stuffed with his eight-inch fucker. "Good move, man. Good move," Jack said, shaking the sweat from his forehead. "Fuck her mouth while I fuck her ass."

"Uhfhhfhffff!" Jack had fucked his cock halfway in before puling out a few inches, making her feel as if he were dragging her guts out. Then he stopped, grunting and biting once more while burrowing his fucker down deep into her ass. Betti cried out, snot oozing from her nostrils while Joe fucked his prick down her throat. His leathery balls slapped against her chin while he held her head and fucked her face.

Hot, spicy sensations pricked through her raped asshole, tingling at her clit while Jack's cock split her ass wide open. She felt the pain spreading higher in her ass, reaching around to her cunt and making the unplowed fuck-hole crinkle with a odd, delightful feeling. The whipping, she thought, had been easier than this. At least he had stopped, hadn't stuck anything into her. Now he was fucking her au, moving his prick faster and faster, the sliding motion seeming to set her whole ass on fire! Her legs and arms spasmed against the car while she tasted more and more of the flowing, salty precum bubbling from Joe's cock.

Jack looked up, watching as his buddy come into his own and worked his powerful naked thighs faster. Betti coughed and gagged, tasting more and more of the plum washing over her tongue. Her cheeks puffed out with every downward cock-thrust, her ass riding high up against Jack's fucking prick while the cummy feeling between her thighs built up more and more. Heat sliced into her loins, making Betti more wild as she tasted the first big glob of cum gush from Joe's cock and spatter down her throat.

"Yeah, man! Fuck, Jesus fuck! Cummin' in the slut's mouth!" Joe groaned, his eyes closed while his body arched back.

"Yeah, get that butt ready, baby! Gonna… uhhhhmmm!"

Betti sobbed, feeling the drag of her cuntlips milk more juice from her fuck-hole. She wasn't cumming. But the heat of her pussy surprised her, considering what they were doing to her body. Jack was ramming his cock up her ass, filling up her bowels now with his hot jizz while his fingers reached around and twisted the rings still biting into her nipples. She had been raped, raped in the mouth, raped in the ass. It didn't even matter that she still had her cherry.

"Man, that's rood, hot ass," Jack sighed, pulling his softening prick from her cummy asshole.

Joe had already slipped his cock from Betti's mouth and was looking a little guilty as he pulled his Levi's back on.

"Hey, kid, don't worry about it. We're gonna have ourselves a real nice time with this little bitch and she's gonna enjoy it – probably more than we do. Right, bitch?"

Betti lay fiat atop the hood of the Mustang, nun oozing from her mouth while more jizz trickled from her stretched shitter. Her whole body sagged, stretched by gravity. A gurgle escaped from her cum-filled asshole as she wondered what she had gotten herself into.