Roped mother, raped daughter

CHAPTER FIVE

"My brother? Are you sure, Betti? That's too weird to be true."

Betti clinched her fists, still feeling how that big cockhead fucked into her asshole. No, she wasn't imagining things. Although she hadn't told her friend everything, she had told her enough to startle the brunette into coming with her.

Both girls were crouched behind the garage having ducked behind the dumpster when the side door opened. She could hear scuffling, muffled groans, then the slamming of a door.

A woman, they thought, was running and stumbling away from the garage, rushing for the front yard.

Betti breathed a sigh of relief. They weren't discovered yet. She peeped above the garbage container, catching a glimpse of the strangely familiar silhouette as it ducked around the corner.

"Who…?" Tina started to ask.

"It doesn't matter. When they go, we can get in. Then you'll see for yourself," Betti whispered.

They waited for what seemed like an eternity, Betti biting down on her lip until she tasted blood. What she wanted to taste was revenge, revenge for having been ass-fucked that way, and for having had a seamy inner self revealed to her.

Finally, the pulleys left, laughing softly, shuffling in the direction of the street.

Betti spoke in a low voice, grabbing her friend by the wrist and puling her behind.

"Come on. They're gone. You won't believe this."

Tina whispered something, her feet moving reluctantly under her as Betti crept in the shadows until she reached the side door. The boys had locked it. But with a few rattling moves, the lock gave way and the door opened.

Everything was dark, odd shapes hanging from the walls as the two girls crept in. Tina gasped, her hand striking something while Betti groped in the darkness for a light switch.

"Is it safe?" Tina asked nervously.

"I don't have a choice."

Betti flipped on one light, the yellow glow immediately flooding around them. Gasping, Tina put both hands to her mouth, looking around in disbelief.

"MY brother… my brother's involved in this? I mean, Jack's fun and fast, but… but this? And they actually raped you here?"

Betti felt her cheeks redden. She wanted to tell someone about it, about the cruelty, the kicking, the beating, and finally the ass-fucking. But she just couldn't get the words out – at least, not yet.

"I've gotta tell my mom. I've gotta tell her about Joe or…"

Tina's words were cut short as the two girls caught sight of movement in the doorway. It was Jack, back from the dark with his buddies behind him. Joe was peering over Jack's right shoulder, looking a little sheepishly at his surprised kid sister.

"Hi, Tina!" Joe said.

"Shut up, kid. They were spying on us. Just like that lady. We gotta teach 'em again. And look who's back – little missy who likes to get her ass reamed out."

"Betti!" Tina gasped.

"Don't believe them, Tina!" Betti snapped, agonizing as she looked around for an escape route.

"And we're gonna do it some more, this time with your friend watchin' and even takin' part. You'd like that, wouldn't you baby? The more the merrier!"

"No!"

Something snapped in Betti's head. She had brought her friend here as a witness to what had happened, not as someone who would laugh at her later. She broke from the girl's side, rushing to the door with her fingers curled as if to scratch out Jack's eyes.

He turned in a flash, watching as the girl tried to flee past him like a charlie tank. The youth was on top of her in a moment, leaping at her back, striking his knees against her lower back. Betti scrambled madly, screaming and clawing at the air as she felt the boy's power overwhelming her. She could hear Tina crying out in the background, begging her brother to stop this.

But no help came. A sharp blow between her shoulder blades knocked Betti to her knees.

"No, no, no more!" she protested dully, feeling weak from the force of that blow.

When she felt someone trying to tug off her black-and-white striped jersey she screamed, clawing her fingers back at the offending hand. With a furious yank at her hair, Jack pulled her head back and hit her jawbone. Betti thought he'd broken bones, the resulting crashing pain sending her reeling off to one side. The screaming stopped, her cries dying out slowly as the pain around her head throbbed.

"Now we'll show you just how we expect you two to behave… at least, around us." Betti's head lolled, her brain working at half power. She hardly heard what was going on. She could hear Tina protesting vehemently, her arguments turning into cries as the sound of smacking blows punctuated her protests. Yes, they were working her friend over. But there was little Betti could do. She passed out finally, her knees giving way…

How long she was out, Betti had no idea. When she awoke, she found herself bound to a large support pillar. A leather strap encircled her waist, cinched so tightly she could hardly draw a breath without feeling some pain in her chest. The restraints held her firmly against the timber, her wrists secured with half-inch line behind her back. Moving her fingers to get some feeling back in them, Betti felt her nails brushing against her naked ass. Yes, they had stripped her naked, stripped her naked and bound her up against the harsh wooden column behind her. "My God…"

Betti raised her head, peering through her curtaining blonde hair. She saw cords had been drawn under her armpits, then over her shoulders to be crossed behind her and knotted tightly. After a few attempts, the girl discovered she could hardly move, while breathing was an effort in itself. Her tits were thrust forward provocatively, although no man was around her right now to hurt her. She tried to move her feet, then peered down and saw that her ankles had been corded with two firm bands that bound both her feet in circle-eight fashion.

She groaned, twisting around in her bonds, feeling the ropes cutting into her flesh as she moved about and tried to let some blood back in her cold, numb limbs.

Turning, she saw Tina next to her. She examined the girl, seeing that she too had been roped in a similar way. None of the boys were here at the moment. There were bruises on the girl's face and neck, while a long cut extended from her shoulder to her elbow. They had played rough with Tina, despite the fact her brother was in their sick little gang.

"He did that," Tina sobbed, blinking the tears from her eyes as she nodded down at the wound. "MY own brother, calling me all sorts of filthy names before…"

"Oh, Tina, I'm so sorry. I should have had your father come with us. Or maybe my mother. Oh God, but if she ever found out… oh, I'd die."

"We might do that, right here," Tina said glumly, closing her eyes in defeat.

"No, don't say that! They may do… things, but they won't do anything like that. Never!"

She tried to give courage to the girl, feeling her own sinking. She talked to Tina, trying to keep her occupied while she racked her brain to think of something, anything to keep going. Footsteps at the doorway made Betti groan.

They were back, back to cause more mayhem while she and Tina suffered.

"Well, don't they look fine. I think I'm gonna try this one attain. The other screams too much for my blood," Jack said, sauntering up to Betti.

The other youths filed silent into the room. They moved to the side, closely witching Jack like pupils of a master. Betti looked at them glumly, realizing she and Tina were the class project.

"Now, what would you say if I told you your old lady was just here, gettin' fucked and likin' it all?" Jack said, his thick lips curling into a sick smile.

That familiar silhouette! No, no, it couldn't be! Betti spat in his face, struggling against the bonds, her muscles bulging against the ropes.

"I knew you'd react that way," Jack said, wiping the spit from his eye and reaching in his pocket.

"You're filth! And you want everybody to be down on your level. I won't go. I won't slide down with you," Betti said, feeling as if she had won this round.

She had other thoughts, however, when she saw Jack puling out his lighter and giving Joe a hand signal. The boy knew what that meant, disappearing in the dark only to reappear with a candle.

"Fucked your mother with this just recently. I'm gonna see if the two of you are alike."

"You lie! You all lie!" Betti said, her voice cracking as she thought of that all-too-familiar shape shrinking out of the garage. No, it couldn't have been her mother! Jack ignored her idle threats, lighting the tip of the candle and waiting until a long orange flame drew up gracefully from the blackened wick. He was chuckling softly, looking down at her pussy and waving the flame back and forth, back and forth, inches from her eyes.

Betti could feel the heat from the fire against her cheeks. Something was happening again in her, something she found agonizingly disgraceful as she stood there bound to the column behind her. She was feeling arousal, her cunt starting to twitch while her pink nipples were growing stiff once more and starting to tingle in that delicious war.

"No, take that away from me! No, don't!" she cried, shaking her head violently.

Jack's eyes gleamed as they always did when he knew he had a victim trapped in his lair. He brought the foe up to. Betti's nose, the flame singeing the tiny hairs while burning her flesh a light pink. Tina struggled, her eyes widening as she watched her friend writhing against the unrelenting ropes. Betti drew her head back, her eyes crossing while she gurgled out a cry of terror and pain. He was going to burn her eyes out! Oh God in heaven, he was going to blind her, just as they had during the Nazi concentration camp era.

Then Jack began lowering the fire while still staring at the young, shivering girl. He brought the candle flame down, down until it was near her right nipple. Betti again felt the heat, her body pressed hard against the splintery upright wood, her ass flattened against the pole while she dug her fingernails into the wood. Her nipple was starting to swell in a moment, Jack brought the candle flame up closer, letting the tip of the fire brush lightly against her tit tip. "No, eaghghghh!"

Betti twisted and writhed madly, her body straining so hard against the ropes the hemp threatened to cut through her sweat-glistening flesh. He was almost burning her nipples off, letting the tip of the flame flick across her nub, then move down around to the bottom circle of her areola. Betti rose on her toes, – struggling against the ropes holding her down, her arms threatening to break against the restraining hemp. Jack moved the fire down, down until it was burning the fine light-blonde fuzz coating her belly. She strained to be silent, her lips a tight scar. When she let the fire flicker into her navel the girl let out a howl.

"Eaghghhhh!"

"Stop it! God, Joe, stop it! How can you let them do that to your friend?" Tina cried.

"Shut up, baby, or I'll burn you at the stake, too!" Jack snapped.

Tina grew quiet, turning her head away as the smell of the burning flesh next to her grew nauseating. Betti drew in gulping breaths of air as Jack brought the fire up to her left nipple, letting the flame eat away at the tip until she yammered for mercy. Her cries had no effect, Jack moving the fire down to the full round bottom of her pendulous tit.

Then he made a violent move, one Betti would never forget. She felt the fire leave her nipples and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she felt something awfully hot burning through her cunt. God in heaven, he had the candle dawn around her pussy!

"Nooooo!"

Jack was shoving the candle up into her cuntal thicket, the flame burning her blonde pussy hairs. Betti shrieked, throwing her head back, banging her skull again and again against the pillar behind her. She cried and sobbed, the flame licking into her fuck-slot, then burning the curly blonde hair protecting her juicy little cunthole. Again and again, the girl screamed before Jack finally pulled the candle back an inch.

"It's a shame. You've got a nice pussy… real nice. It's soft and warm, and nobody's plowed it. Yeah, a real virgin. I like that idea," Jack said, looking around briefly for approval from his buddies. "I like fuckin' with a Goddamned virgin. Of course, she's no virgin up her ass anymore."

"Betti!" Tina gasped.

Betti nearly fell through the floor. She surely would have felt more shame if Jack hadn't passed the candle between her legs again. The smell of her singed pussy hairs seemed to be an aphrodisiac to him. He was waving the burning candle an inch from her cunt now, watching as the orange flame left the curling golden pussy hairs black.

"No, no, yaghghghhh!"

It wouldn't end. He dappled her cuntal thicket with the melting wax, watching as more and more of the molten goo dripped into her cunt. It was too much to stand. The girl twisted and sobbed as the flame licked once more at her reddened cuntlips. The heat lanced into her pussy. The helpless girl babbled, her words disappearing in the froth of her horror as the fire burned more and more of her cunt hairs.

It came, then, as a surprise when she heard a hissing sound. Suddenly the fire was out. Looking down, she saw that some of her cuntal juice had dripped onto the candle's burning wick, putting out the fire. She was aroused – hot and aroused, as excited as anything! What on earth could be making her sweet little cunt this hot?

"Man, oh man! I'm gonna give it to you, baby," Jack said.

Betti tensed, knowing her gyrations and screams had set her glands in motion. She was panting, her nipples red not only from the burning flame but also from her own lewd excitement. The ropes, the harsh words, everything was making her so hot!

"Betti! What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything!" Tina asked.

"She's too fuckin' hot to talk, that's why, bitch," Jack snarled.

As Jack taunted the sobbing Tina, Betti wept with fear and guilt and lust. She was exposing herself this way daily all sorts of horrible things and feeling them while the men mocked her. He turned, putting his heavy hands on her shoulders while Joe walked up and loosened the bonds around her wrists.

They were pushing her down, down, her knees bending until her lips were even with Jack's groin. He pushed his cock-bulge up against her hips, rubbing them with the rough jean material. He unzipped his pants, puling out his stiff fucker and rubbing it up against her nose and mouth.

Kathy gasped, smelling the sour odor of his sweaty crotch. He was enjoying her mounting terror, her growing disgust. He moved in, reaching down and pressing his fingertips slowly and hard against the sides of her jaw until Betti opened her mouth with a groan.

"No, no… uhhhhh!"

He slipped his prick in. The taste of the sweaty slimy thing made the girl choke. He slapped her face twice to keep her from retching. The weight of his fat meaty cock scraped her lower teeth. He felt that and warned her of a savage beating if she so much as tried to bite his cock.

"Oh God, Betti! No, no, don't do this to yourself! Oh, God!"

He was sawing his cock back and forth, his breathing growing uneven while he tugged at her hair and drew his knees up against her flattened tits. She yielded to him finally, her mouth filled with his cockmeat. The blue veins wiggled against her stretched lips.

As Jack moved back and forth, her cunt pulsed while her cuntlips dripped with more and more juice. It was as if some awful demon had taken over making her feel terrible, guilty things while he fucked her mouth. She tried not to choke.

Jack fucked her mouth faster and faster, finally letting out a choked cry as his jizz jetted into her throat.

Betti gagged, nearly vomiting as the warm cum spilled into her mouth, the slime oozing down her throat to her belly. She coughed, spit and cum frothing around the corners of her cock-stretched lips.

"Good, good head, bitch, real good," Jack groaned, smoothing his hands around her skull while cramming his prick all the war down into her throat.

Betti groaned, defeated once more.