S&M mother

CHAPTER EIGHT

Two long weeks had passed since the last session.

It was all Cindy could do to hide her injured wrists from public view. She'd taken to wearing long sleeves, bathing her sore flesh in private, always worrying that her mother would discover her wounds. But soon she realized her mother too was acting secretive. She was dropping things, especially when the phone rang.

And now and then Cindy caught Marie rubbing her shoulders as if she'd been struck from behind. Cindy knew that feeling. Her shoulders ached too from the awful treatment she'd endured under the hands of that man.

Billy had transferred to another school without a word of warning, baffling some of his teammates and teachers. But Cindy blushed when she heard about it. The kids all looked at her, figuring it was some romantic quarrel that had broken him up. But Cindy knew better. He had been tested, he felt, and had failed in his manhood.

Somehow, Billy's departure made Jack more attractive in an insane sort of way.

It was the beginning of the third week, just when she was leaving the gym after helping to decorate the walls for Friday's Halloween prom when she ran into Jack.

He was standing in the doorway, leaning heavily against the molding while he looked casually at the orange and black decorations overhead.

"A buddy of mine told me I had to be careful around you. Said I couldn't trust you. Is he right?" Jack said, his voice low and threatening.

Cindy nearly fell through the floor, hugging her black notebook against her tits while looking over her shoulder to make sure none of the kids noticed them.

The other kids were all gathered around laughing at something in the corner.

Cindy slipped into the shadows, careful to keep a distance from the big, handsome janitor. She started to open her mouth to speak, then thought better of it. Let him take the lead.

"I'm not going… to say anything," Cindy said hesitantly, feeling her heart sinking.

He was after her again. She could see it in his eyes. They were hungry, savage, like the eyes of a wolf. Her flesh crawled while her heart beat so wildly that she thought it would tear through her chest.

"Good. You're gonna come with me then," he said, taking her by the elbow and pulling her after turn.

Cindy resisted, pulling back, her face blanching with fear.

"But my mother…"

"You'll call her and tell her you're at this fuckin' thing," Jack said, raising his voice.

One of the girls turned around. "Are you okay, Cindy?"

"Uh-huh, Lisa. It's all right," Cindy called back, waving cheerfully.

"Good. That's real good, and smart. Now call her and get ready."

Cindy could have said no. She could have run back to the gym and sought help. But instead she walked quickly to the phone and dialed home, breathlessly telling her mother about her extra work and not to worry because one of the girls' fathers would drive her home.

Jack smiled, taking her once more by the elbow and dragging her down the dimly lit hall.

No one was around as she shuffled behind him, dropping papers as she stumbled toward the door. Cindy was surprised they were outside now, heading for a small blue van. It was Jack's van.

She sat quietly, her hands in her lap as he swung the door shut, started the engine, then steered the mini-van south toward Brad's.

When they arrived at the house, Cindy was too frightened to talk.

There were lights on in the front room. She could see movement through the drawn shades over the large bay window.

He opened the door for her, pushing her books to the floor and dragging her in. It had happened so quickly.

Whoever was inside had already stepped to one side as Jack shoved the young teen in.

Cindy stumbled, tumbling to the floor and rolling to one side. She drew her legs up quickly, scooting back until her spine was pressed against a brown wing chair.

"So, this is the hot little slut you were talking about when we had Marie over."

Marie? Cindy froze, staring wide-eyed at the two men over her. No. It was a coincidence, she was sure. Her mother would never ever be caught with people like this. She was far too good, far too square for this kind of thing.

"Rope 'er up and take her downstairs to the playroom. I've got the other one coming over. Seems she had a change of plans and can make it after all…" Brad said, tapping the toe of his boot against Cindy's side, then hefting it savagely against her lower ribs.

Cindy cried, doubling over, feeling as if her ribs were cracking under the blow. The young girl could hardly move.

Brad kicked her again, driving the toe of his boot right up into her asscrack this time. Cindy jerked forward, her arms flying out to either side of her body while her knees dug into the rug. She curled her fingers, digging the tips into the soft carpeting as she struggled to catch her breath.

Jack bent down, scooping her up from the carpet and half-carrying, half-dragging the gasping teen. Her arms dangled down, her fingertips scraping over the floor as she felt his hands pushing into her belly.

They were taking her down a narrow staircase now. She could smell the dampness and guessed it was some kind of cellar. Brad was busy taking off her jersey, the material frictioning against her nipples.

Brad stopped for a second, hefting her tits, cupping the rounded bottoms and squeezing them. He made her pink nipples stand out, something Cindy blushed furiously about.

"And modest too," he observed ironically. "Yeah? Wait 'til she gets a cock in her. She don't stop cryin' then!"

Cindy felt her body shivering again. She stood there, feeling Brad's fingers pulling down her skirt, then gathering around her panties and jerking them to her ankles. He was obviously pleased with what he saw. His hands couldn't stop pawing her, his fingers busy stroking her pussy until the girl felt that prickly heat start to tingle all around her clit.

She felt her knees rubbing against one another as they pushed her back, upending her until she found herself flat on her ass, stark-naked, her back pressed against the cinderblock wall behind her. The floor was filthy – grease and oil that reminded Cindy painfully of her ordeal in the school basement.

She stared hotly at Jack and wondered for one mad moment if he were going to piss on her once more. The thought made her shudder as she drew her legs up under her ass.

"Get the water hoses. But first let's get the bitch secure."

Brad and Jack worked quickly, holding Cindy against the wall while roping her wrists to two small rings.

Cindy watched as Jack slipped half-inch line around her tight wrist, looping it through the metal ring and securing it with a figure-eight knot. Brad did the same thing to her left arm, cinching the rope tight and drawing her arms out far from her body.

Cindy moved her naked ass back and forth, feeling the wall behind her. They left her legs free.

Jack moved to one side, quickly returning with two candles. He lit them, giving one to Brad. The janitor held it in front of Cindy, the girl flinching back, her eyes blinking rapidly while her tits rose and fell rapidly.

"She likes pain… and heat, man. She likes anything that sets her cunt going," Jack mocked, bringing the fire up to within an inch of her face.

Cindy let out a gasp, her chest tightening as she felt the glowing heat against her cheeks. The fire was reddening her flesh, making her breathe with raspy gulps. She could smell something more than the burning tallow however. It was her own cunt burning with excitement. The smell of her pussy was growing stronger and stronger as Jack knelt and gently stroked her curd.

"You've got such a pretty slit, and the hair over it's like silk," he hissed, the candle trembling in his fingers. "It's a shame if something happens to that sweet tight, hot, little thing. And it smells real good too."

Brad laughed, bringing his candle down to her tits.

Cindy cried out again, feeling the hot stinging heat of the fire flickering close to her nipples. Her long pink nipples erected, the flames reddening the areas around her areolas. She felt her shoulders rubbing against the cinderblock wall while her brain seemed to buzz wildly. He was watching her closely, his lips pressed tightly together as he brought the fire up to her right nipple and let the orange pointy end of the flame finally brush over the nub.

"Eaghghghghhghh!" Cindy threw her head back, slamming her skull against the wall while her feet danced wildly on the floor.

The hot fire was burning her, singeing her nipples!

Jack brought his candle up to her thighs, making tile teen scream again while she drew her thighs together, folding one leg over the other.

The men laughed, Brad moving the fire from her nipple for the moment, then bringing it back to her other nub. Again the teen shrieked, her fingers clawing at the ropes.

Cindy thought she would faint. The pain became excruciating around her burned nipples.

Brad moved the flame back and forth, back and forth, letting the orange tip of the fire burn into her tit-flesh. It was more than the girl could bear. Again and again Cindy begged them to stop.

Brad moved the fire up to her nipple and let the flame kiss her flesh. She screamed, her yoke shrilling, as she jerked away from the horrid fire.

But the big man was always ready for her, ready to bring that fire back to her tit-tips.

"No!"

Jack brought his candle up when Brad finally took the fire from her tits for the moment. She felt the warmth again and sighed, feeling despair settle over her. She saw his eyes glittering with joy and excitement. She felt the fire against her shoulders, then moving down her belly. He purposely kept the flame near her flesh, singeing the fine blonde fuzz that covered her tummy.

It was when he brought the flame down toward her cunt that the teen began to worry once more. She wrinkled her forehead, beads of sweat forming once again while perspiration oozed from under her arms. She took in huge, gusting breaths while her toes curled against the basement floor.

As he brought the candle between her legs, Cindy looked down and saw his prick swelling against the front of his Levi's. The smell of her singed cunt-hairs was like an aphrodisiac to him. He grinned at her, his smile becoming more and more hellish as the fire licked up her rippling thighs and burned her flesh even more.

Jack waved the fire inches from her cunt.

Cindy's jaw was set firmly, pulses of terror and excitement leaping through her throat. She was feeling delight once again, even as the fire toyed with her clit. Burning wax dripped from the candle, dappling her cunt with tallow while the heat seemed to advance up into her cunt.

Cindy twisted and sobbed against the ropes, her hair curtaining her flushed face. Now that savage sharp heat was lancing into her cunt as his prick had done so many times. The helpless girl shivered as the flame seemed to envelop her inner cuntlips.

"Oh please, no, don't… don't burn me!" she pleaded.

There were more crackling sounds, sounds that told the young girl that they were burning more of her pussy hairs. She could smell that odor, and it sickened her.

Turning, Cindy gasped, feeling the flame burning her inner thighs once again. She tensed, her body shuddering.

Cindy let out a whooshing sound as Jack brought the fire right up to her clit. The tiny organ shrank back while her legs beat against the wall. Juice oozed from her cunt, drops dripping onto the candle and hissing it dead.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Jack muttered, turning the extinguished candle around and examining the blackened wick.

"Here, try mine," Brad said.

Jack took the second candle and held it up to Cindy's face for a moment, bringing it down rapidly and shoving it, flame and all, up into her cunt.

"Yaghghghhghhh!" she screamed.

It was as if someone had pushed a blowtorch into her cunt!

Cindy's legs shot out, her arms knotting up in awful spasms while she snapped her head back and let out a series of savage yells. She thought she was going to pull the walls down the way she was jerking her arms. Her cunt was burning! They were setting her on fire!

Her knees snapped together, her thighs rubbing violently against one another while more juice flowed from her pussy.

"She's out."

Cindy passed out from the horrid pain that clawed its way like a wild animal into her belly. The flame had extinguished itself almost immediately in her hot, tumid pussy. But Cindy had thought it would burn on forever, engulfing her entire body.

Her nightmares were interrupted by a cold smashing sensation around her head and belly. She awoke with a start, coughing, her hands round her belly, her damp hair plastered to her skull.

She was crumpled on the floor now, the ropes having been removed. At first Cindy looked down at her cunt, terrified she would find nothing but a swollen, burned mass of flesh. But, thank goodness, the men had been more careful than she'd thought. Her cunthairs had been burned away. But everything else was all right.

She sighed with relief, pushing her wet hair from her eyes and looking around. They were there, the two of them holding something in their hands. Cindy let out a sharp cry, crawling away while shaking her head. At first she thought they were holding automatic weapons pointed right at her head. Soon, she thought, she would feel the dull thudding of the slugs in her belly.

Then something happened that took her breath away.

A blast of hot water smashed into her ribcage, just as savage and powerful as the kick that she'd received from Brad.

Cindy struggled to stay on her feet from the initial blow. She slid on the wet floor.

"No!" Cindy glared at them, covering her jiggling tits with both hands.

Then the next blast of water caught her unawares. The water hit her around her ankles, knocking her down to the floor.

Cindy tried to struggle back up once more. But Jack was directing the stream at her crotch.

It felt so good after that fire that had nearly burned her cunt away. She felt her cuntlips fluttering open while a lusty flash of fire exploded around her clit.

Cindy doubled up, her mouth opening wide as that blast of water paralyzed her with erotic delight.