by Unknown
“Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” George grunted as he lay on top of Alana, pressing her into the couch. His big black body almost completely covered the groaning girl as his muscular asscheeks hunched up, then slammed down regularly in the air.
“Noooooooooo,” Alana moaned as George’s humping increased in speed and intensity.
At the same time he slid his hands forward and under her belly, pushing them up until he was clutching her titties. He started squeezing the soft flesh rhythmically as his ass-fucking grew into a frantic pace. Alana moaned and begged for him to cum and get it over with.
“Cumming!” George grunted as his eyeballs rolled.
The other men watched with interest as his black thighs quivered, then hunched against Alana’s asscheeks. The girl yelped and howled as his bubbling spunk flooded her bowels.
Glenda felt her stomach churn as she saw George thrash against her stepdaughter. The girl was violated in a way she’d never dreamed of. To be degraded like this, and in public! Glenda was sure that this would be a scar Alana would carry with her all the way to the grave.
As George continued to grunt while he pulled his cum-slickened dick out of Alana’s ass, Glenda begun to wonder if the two of them would ever get out of there. There was still the two hundred fifty thousand stashed in her home. But no one seemed particularly concerned over that. It was something that puzzled Glenda.
CHAPTER SIX
Glenda watched in horror as two other men slipped their cocks into Alana’s violated butt. They fucked the girl wildly, not caring how much she begged and pleaded with them to stop. Some of them were friends and neighbors of the family, men Glenda would never have believed were capable of this kind of savage. How they must have been saving up for this for months.
Finally, it seemed to be over for Alana. Cum oozed freely out of the moaning girl’s shitter and trickled down her welt-covered asscheeks as she sank into a state of shocked semi-consciousness.
Glenda realized with growing terror that they were going to turn their attentions on her next.
“What do you want? I swear I’ll get it for you, if you only tell me what you want,” Glenda cried as Sam yanked her up to a standing position.
While Alana moaned half-conscious, her buttocks streaked with livid welts and splotches from the riding crops and whips, Glenda was pushed down to the hard floor of the basement.
“We’ll get anything we want from you,” Sam said.
Then he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the room above. He climbed the ladder quickly and pushed up the top. The other man who had counted the bills was there, crouching down on his haunches and whispering: “[missing text] something to suck, you whore. Where’s the rest of the cash?” Sam asked, looking down at Glenda.
“You’re kidding! You think I’m going to tell you that after what just did? Go to hell!” Glenda said bitterly.
“Your lawyer doesn’t know where you put it. You’ll never get out of here unless you talk,” Sam said, climbing back down the ladder.
“You let her go. Then we’ll have a fair exchange. The money for me,” Glenda offered.
“No deal. Nobody holds me over a barrel,” Sam said in a gruff voice.
“Hey, I didn’t know this was some kind of kidnap thing,” one of the men suddenly wailed.
“Come on, Jack,” George said as he wiped some of Alana’s shit off his flaccid dick. “How many girls have we taken care of here? You never complained when they ‘disappeared’ later. What’s the difference now?”
“It just doesn’t seem right,” the other man said a little nervously.
“Whatever Sam and his buddies are into is their business. Just as long as they bring us the action. What they do on the side is their affair.”
Glenda watched hopelessly as Sam scurried up the ladder and disappeared. Two men walked up to Alana and rubbed their stiffened pricks in her hair, groaning as they jacked off quickly.
Big, sloppy gobs of cum clung to the girl’s hair as she groaned with disgust.
The big black man laughed, fingering his long prong as another man, about fifty and pot-bellied, climbed onto the couch and stuck his nubby dick into the girl’s asshole.
Glenda couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like witnessing some kind of grotesque sexual Disneyland. Anything went in this basement. And what would happen to them later? No one wanted to talk about it. But something told Glenda that unless she and her stepdaughter could escape or be rescued, they’d never be seen alive by anyone except these men again.
“There you go, boy,” Glenda heard Sam say several minutes after he’d disappeared. The brunette turned her head and saw a big German shepherd scrambling down the ladder.
“Oh no! NO!” she cried out, guessing what the man had in store for her.
“Get her down!” Sam ordered as he stepped onto the floor.
Glenda twisted, and fought as George and Sid held onto her tightly. They pulled her white slacks completely off and left on her jersey as they pushed her down to the floor. Her feet were still bound together as they forced her into a crouching position.
“No! NOOOOO!” Glenda howled like a maniac.
“Mommy!” Alana moaned from the stained couch.
“Oh God, God!” Glenda groaned.
“Okay, bitch! Now where’s the other two hundred fifty thou?” Sam growled.
“Hey, don’t make her tell for a while,” George said, fingering his dick back up to a full erection. “I’m beginning to like this more and more.”
“And since when did you ever stop liking it?” Sam said.
All the men laughed as Sam kicked Glenda hard in the side.
“Ohhhhhh!” the brunette moaned, sprawling on the floor as she heard her stepdaughter scream out.
“Your turn now, honey,” Sam said.
He started unfastening the clamps that held Alana’s wrists and ankles tightly to the couch. The young girl looked in disbelief at the men. Could this be happening to her? She was still a virgins sexually inexperienced until a few minutes she’d been fucked in the ass. What else did they have in store for her?
“You gonna tell where the money is?” Sam asked as he pulled Alana from the couch.
“You pig! You’d kill us anyway,” Glenda growled as she looked with hatred at the sneering man.
“Maybe a little working over on your daughter’ll change your mind,” he said as he pulled the moaning young girl over to a metal chair ten feet to the right of the two couches.
Glenda had noticed it when she’d fallen into the basement, but she hadn’t paid much attention to it until now. George helped Sam as they forced Alana into it. They quickly strapped her wrists to the arms of the chair and her ankles to the legs. Glenda looked more closely and saw that wires led from the chair to a metal box fastened to the cement wall behind it. Suddenly she realized what they had in mind for Alana!
“No! DON’T!” Glenda pleaded as she tried to pick herself up.
“Need a beer,” Sam said, walking to a pile of boxes to the left of the chair and pulling out a can of Olympia. He pulled off the tab with his teeth and spat it out. Walking back to the chair, he mined the can over Alana’s drooping head and sloshed some over her hair. As she slowly lifted her face, he poured a little more over her flushed forehead and cheeks, then took a swig from the can.
“You filthy animal!” Glenda hissed as Sam let out a big burp.
“Let’s go. Come on,” Sam said to George impatiently. “Hand me that red wire, the one with the small clamp on the end.”
“This one?” the big black man asked, holding it up to the horrified girl’s face.
“Right. Now I’ll show you all a little show when I get this going,” Sam chuckled.
He reached forward and cupped the girl’s left titty with his right hand. Sam opened the clamp with his thumb and snapped it onto her tender nipple. Alana let out a whimpering gasp, then looked down with swollen, reddened eyes at the metal clamp that bit gently into her brown nipple flesh. Her brea
thing became rapid and shallow as she darted her eyes first toward Sam, then toward George.
Alana looked wildly at the men who had formed a semi-circle in front of her. Some of them were dressed only in their brief. Of these, their cocks either dangled out of the fly-flap or pressed hard against the restraining material. The rest of the men were still dressed. They were the ones who frightened her. They didn’t seem excited or very interested in what was going on at all.
While Alana sat and squirmed, fighting off the almost overwhelming desire to shriek down the ceiling if she could, they stood calmly with their big arms crossed in front of their chests staring coldly at the strapped-down girl. She could almost feel their icy hostility as they watched her with an air of detachment.
“We’ll see her dance now,” Sam said, chuckling as he motioned George to follow him. “Never knew you black fellas were into this kind of thing,” the stable master muttered as he walked over to the little black box set on the wall. There were four inlets and a switch at the end.
“There’s a lot you white folks have to learn about us,” George said calmly, winking slyly at Sam as he fought down the desire to hit him across the face with his big fist.
“Come on,” Sam said, reaching up and taking the plug of the red electrode, pressing it into one of the inlets.
Sam turned toward Alana who watched his every motion with fascinated horror. Glenda was silent too, staring in disbelief as the big man toyed with the lever. Watching the girl’s eyes widen with each passing second, the stable master finally pinned the lever down.
There was a faint low hum that filled the room. It grew louder and higher, Alana’s body arched slightly from the chair. Her eyes bulged out. The girls fingers stiffened, then clawed the metal arms of the chair where her wrists were strapped down tightly. Her toes curled and twisted as she tried to rise from the chair. Her muscles twitched and spumed under the electric shock that ripped through her body.
“Uhhhhh!” the girl groaned as the hum grew even louder and higher.
Glenda watched in mute horror as her stepdaughter’s body vibrated like a tightly-drawn rubber band. Finally the girl’s head tilted back and her mouth shot open as a wild shriek filled the underground room.
“YYOOOOOWWWW!” Alana bowled over and over as the current surged through her tortured body.
Instantly, Sam lifted the lever, and Alana collapsed sobbing onto the chair.
“I only gave the bitch about a hundred volts. But she’s wide awake now, boys. I perfected this the last time. I’ve got four inlets that we can use for all kinds of combinations,” Sam said as he moved back to the gasping girl.
Sam picked up another clamp and looked closely at it. Both Alana and Glenda followed his eyes, shaking with fear as he ran his thick thumbs over the green metal clamp that was at the end of that wire.
“Let’s see what two’ll do to the bitch,” Sam grunted as he moved around to Alana’s other tit and attached the saw-toothed clamp to her nipple. The girl panted as she felt her pussy pucker up at the biting sensation.
“Tell them about the money, Mother,” Alana whispered softly as her head drooped to her chest.
“I can’t, honey,” Glenda said in a tight voice. “It’s the only hold we’ve got over them,” she whispered back, feeling her heart sink like a rock as Sam moved back to the black control box on the wall.
“I’ll give her a small dose first — try five seconds,” the stable master explained as his hand touched the lever.
Alana turned her head and raised it, staring at the black lever with red, tear-swollen eyes. The girl’s teeth chattered with terror as she waited for the ripping current.
Sam smiled, then pressed the lever, down and counted to five out loud.
“RRRROOOOUUHHHGG!”
Alana shrieked as she tried once more to tear herself up from the chair. She twisted her head from left to right as she kept shrieking. Her bare toes scratched the concrete floor of the basement as her fingernails raked against the arms of the metal chair.
Glenda screamed for them to stop as she watched the cords of the girl’s throat stand out and her thigh muscles jerk and convulse and contract violently.
Alana looked like one of those stuck frogs that kids experiment with in biology class, sticking wires from batteries into their legs and forelegs and watching them twitch in the specimen pan.
The brunette pulled and twisted at her bonds, trying to break free so she could stop this madness that seemed to be raging out of control. The men were so worked up that they seemed to forget that there was a living, breathing human girl being tortured to death in front of their eyes. Glenda couldn’t believe that any of these men actually wanted to watch Alana die like that. No man could — could he?
“Ohhhhhhh,” the girl groaned as she felt the current subside.
Her body rolled from one aide of the chair to the other listlessly as Sam walked up to Alana and curled her hair in between his pudgy fingers.
“AHHHHHH!” she cried out as Sam yanked it back savagely.
“Hey, man. Looks like she’s out of it,” George said as he peered down at the girl.
“Like daughter, like mother,” Sam said, turning around to look at the cringing Glenda. “I’m getting a little tired of this and it’s getting late,” Sam said, glancing down at his watch. “Strip her completely and get her over here.”
Sid and another man walked over to Glenda and untied her ankles and wrists, jerking her up to a standing position while they pulled off her sweat-stained jersey, then pushed her forward. Sam and George unfastened the clamps that held Alana to the chair. The girl tried to stand up, but the muscles in her body failed her. She was too exhausted from the fucking and the electronic current that had ripped through her tissues to move.
“Get away,” Sam growled, reaching down and pushing against Alana’s back. The girl literally tumbled off the chair, crumpling into a shuddering hulk in front of them as George and Sam took Glenda and threw her fighting and screaming in the chair.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you all!” the woman shrieked as she tore at them with her razor-sharp fingernails. But there were too many there who were too strong. In seconds Glenda’s wrists and ankles were in the same clamps that had held her captive for the past few minutes.
“Clamp the tits again?” George asked Sam as he picked up both the red and green metal tabs.
“This one’s a tough nut to crack. Let’s skip that and go for the snatch. You take the right lip, and I’ll take the left,” Sam said, grabbing the red clamp and bending down as he reached forward and peeled back Glenda’s tender pussylips.
“OHHHHHHHH!” the brunette cried softly as she felt the tiny teeth bite into her full, fleshy snatchlips. Glenda looked down and could see the bright metal tabs gleaming through her thick black pussy curls. The pain in her box was nauseating, but she fought down the natural desire to screw down the walls.
“She’s brave now,” Sam said, moving back to the box and putting his hand on the lever.
Glenda’s eyes opened wide and bulged as his fingers gripped the small metal rod and pulled it slowly down.
“But when that juice hits her box, shell talk.” The suspense was too much. Glenda jerked her head away and closed her eyes as she heard the men in the room chuckle with obscene delight.
Suddenly, it was as if the pit of hell had spilled into her pussy. A searing blast of heat ripped through her sore cunt, radiating immediately through every part of her body. Her raw nerve-endings sputtered with the hot electric juice.
“YYYOOOWWWW!” Glenda screamed in a high-pitched, frenzied screech.
Her body thrashed and jerked violently in the metal chair as her face turned purple with agony and terror. Tears sprung to her eyes and trickled down her swollen cheeks as her long, black silky hair whipped across her face. Her fingers stood out stiffly as her legs twitched and jerked up and down.
“Okay. That’s enough,” Sam muttered under his breath as he pulled the lever down.
/> Glenda’s body immediately collapsed as she rolled her head across her chest from side to side, moaning softly to herself as the pain still ached in her snatch.
“I’ll talk. I’ll talk,” the woman panted.
“Too bad. I wanted to tryout some of these on her asshole,” Sam said, picking up the other tabs and looking at them sadly.
“The wall safe — above the fireplace in the drawing room,” Glenda gasped.
“What’s the combination?” Sam asked, putting his right hand under her chin and jerking her head up until she was forced to look at him.
“You guess it,” Glenda hissed, pulling her head away and looking in the other direction.
Sam’s face lit up with savage joy as he wheeled around and gripped the lever again. Before Glenda realized what was happening, she felt another shot of electric current burn its way through her pussy.
The brunette stiffened at once, her body pulling at the restraints. Her eyes bulged again, looking glassy and glazed with hot team. Her lips twisted open and let out another long, frenzied shriek of pain.
“AIIIIIIOOOOOW!” the woman screeched as her brain churned with the electronic agony.
“Okay. You’ve had two shots. Want a third? And the next time, I’m gonna snap on one of these to your butt, bitch,” Sam said as he lifted up the lever and walked back to Glenda.
“Ohhh, God,” the woman groaned helplessly as she looked at the stable master with a feeling mixed of hatred and fear and disgust.
“Okay. The combo,” Sam said evenly.
“65, 89, 22, 34,” Glenda panted, then groaned as Sam reached down and pulled the clamp roughly off her still-twitching cuntlips.
George and Sid unstrapped her wrists and ankles while Sam helped lift her from the chair. Glenda was like an old dishrag in their arms as she groaned. The men dragged her over to the couch where she’d been strapped before. While some of the men began to get dressed to leave, others ringed around the couch as Sam and George forced the woman down on her back.
“Just one more time for the bitch,” George growled as he crawled on top of the leather covered couch and threw his muscular, heavy body on top of Glenda’s. His thick, long black dick slid across the woman’s sweaty skin with squishy sounds as he grunted with pleasure. His hands clutched her sore titties as he dug his fingernails into her tender flesh.
