by Unknown
Glenda cried out as she felt his big, flanged cockhead stab between the chafed lips of her cunt.
“OHHHH! NOOOO! Leave me alone!” Glenda cried out, turning her face to one side to avoid George’s hot, rancid breath.
But the big black man didn’t pay any attention to her cries. George slid his hands under her butt, jerking her thighs and legs high into the air as he slid forward. Glenda cried out again as his thick hot dick pushed between her throbbing legs and slid into her cunthole. The tender membranes still rang with agony from the electricity as the black man jerked and pushed his ten thick inches of pulsating cockmeat into her pussy.
“Fuck her good, George,” Sam said encouragingly as sweat poured down the big black man’s face.
Glenda grunted with pain and horror as she felt George’s dick suddenly swell and vibrate against her puffy cuntal membranes. The big man dug his powerful fingers into her tits, tearing at them as if he were going to rip them from her chest. He opened his mouth and let out a long, animal-like yelp.
The brunette felt a series of long, wet spurts of own spattering against her pussy walls as George’s legs banged and jerked against her. His cumming seemed to last for centuries. Every jerk he made sent bolts of hot pain through her tortured body. The brunette thought she’d die as the black man grunted and growled with each squirt of jizz.
Finally be was finished, growling with satisfaction as he yanked his cum-slicked cock out of Glenda’s pussy.
“Sloppy seconds, anybody?” George said, grinning as he slid off the couch. Glenda felt her heart thudding crazily as Sid, Sam and four other men moved slowly but steadily toward her. She jerked back as far as she could, whimpering helplessly as she knew what they had in mind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Ohhhh,” Glenda moaned, holding her head in her hands and rocking back and forth on the dirt in horror.
Every square inch of her violated body ached with pain. Her pussy throbbed with agony as rivulets of jizz still leaked out from between her labes.
After George, Sam had fucked her, clawing and tearing at her belly and tits like a wild boar. Then came Sid and — and God only knows who else. After Sam, Glenda closed her mind to the whole scene. She was in a state of semi-consciousness as the men did anything they wanted to. The only blessing of the night was that they seemed to forget about Alana while they fucked her.
“Mother? Mama?” Alana called out suddenly next to her.
Glenda stopped her rocking and moaning and turned to her right, reaching out and stroking the young girls burning forehead.
“It’s all right, honey. It’s all over now,” Glenda said as she heard the girl sigh with relief.
It didn’t hurt to lie. Alana would find out soon enough that their mutual horror was just beginning. Glenda shuddered when she thought of what the men could do to the two of them. There was no doubt in her mind now that Sam wasn’t going to let them go. Why should he? They were a threat to him and his little operation. And they could identify everybody. All those hypocrites, posing as respectable businessmen on the outside when they were all sickies on the inside!
“Did they let us go?” Alana asked. She was still delirious from the electric shock treatment she’d submitted to earlier.
“Just rest, baby,” Glenda said, biting her lower lip as she fought to keep down the sobs.
No one knew where they were. Even if Peter came out to the Holmes ranch, he’d never find them. After all that fucking, Sam had tied and blindfolded them, carrying them upstairs and out to his car. After he and his friends had tossed the two women in the rear seat, Sam drove them somewhere, pulled them out and pushed them into this building. It looked and smelled like a stable. But all Glenda knew was that it was night and that she was cold and terrified.
“Why are they doing this to us, Mama?” Alana asked in a small voice.
Glenda kept on stroking her stepdaughter’s forehead as she pulled the horse blanket more tightly around her bruised body.
“I doubt even they know, honey. They’re men who like to watch other people suffer,” Glenda said, stroking the girl’s cheeks absently as she stand into the semi-darkness of the building they were trapped in. “It looks as though Sam’s been heading some kind of club in the stables, getting girls and torturing them for these men.”
“But why us?” Alana groaned.
“I guess we were in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Glenda sighed. “They got you first, then got me by waving a kidnap threat in front of my nose,” the brunette said, smiling sadly as she thought of the scene with Brad that sent Alana screaming out of the house.
“I’m sorry about that,” Alana stammered out.
Glenda wondered where Brad had disappeared to. She remembered Hilda mentioning something about the young boy not coming back after he went out to look for Alana.
“What’s going to happen to us?” Alana asked, her mind clearer now.
“I don’t know, honey. I honestly don’t know,” Glenda said, fighting back the panic that was almost taking over her mind.
“They’re going to kill us, aren’t they?” the girl asked after several seconds of silence.
“Don’t say that!” Glenda said quickly, reaching out and wrapping her arms tightly around her stepdaughter. “Don’t ever say that again. There’s always a chance that someone will find us. There’s Peter, and Brad and a whole lot of people who are bound to be looking for us now.”
Glenda held her stepdaughter tightly to her, rocking back and forth and moaning in terror as she tried to deny the obvious — that they were trapped hopelessly, and that Sam Becker had no intention of letting them go.
The two of them tried to console each other for the next hour. As Glenda finally felt sleep coming, she heard the sound of footsteps grinding against loose gravel outside. Glenda stiffened as she recognized Sam’s.
“Aw, ain’t that cute. A mother-daughter act,” Sam said, pulling the big wooden door open and staring at the two women.
“Where an we?” Glenda asked, holding Alana even tighter to her.
“None of your business,” Sam said, nodding his head.
Glenda knew that he was signaling to someone outside.
“Why don’t you let us go? You’ve got your money,” Glenda pleaded.
“Come on,” Sam said, looking meaningfully at Glenda.
The brunette knew what he was thinking. It was what she’d guessed all along. He couldn’t let her go and risk any action by the authorities. He was going to use her and Alana as long as they could stand up to his tortures. Then, they’d be found like that girl they’d both read about in the papers.
Glenda squatted on the dirt floor quietly she watched George, Sid and a black woman walk into the stable.
“My wife,” George said, nodding to the tall, lithe black woman wearing a pair of white clinging slacks and a loose-fitting white blouse that were half-buttoned. It revealed a pair of big, ebony tits with long, stiff black nipples poking against the soft material.
The woman nodded to Alana and Glenda. The brunette learned George’s wife’s name was Florence, and was into this S & M scene as deeply as he was.
“Come on. Help me with these bitches, Sid,” Sam said as he left George and his wife by the doorway and walked over to Glenda.
The brunette didn’t have any fight left in her. What was the use? Even if she could get past Sam and Sid, there was George to fight with. And then God only knows who else was out there.
While Sam pulled Glenda up by the wrists, Sid pulled out a box from the corner of the stable and pushed it next to the woman. Standing on it, he got a coil of rope and threw it up and over a long horizontal crossbeam. He tested its strength by tugging at it with all his weight.
“It’s okay,” Sid said, getting down from the stool.
Sam pushed Glenda forward until she was standing directly under the ropes. Alana’s eyes widened with horror as she watched the stablemaster take the rope in his hands and look savagely at the brunette. Glenda met her s
tepdaughter’s eyes and realized what was in them. Were they going to hang her now in front of her own daughter?
“God in heaven,” Glenda began, thinking of some prayer that would help her now.
But Sam had no intention of killing her — at least, not yet. Working quickly, the big man bound her wrists again with the rope, tying the ends tightly together until that line bit cruelly into Glenda’s already skinned wrists. Then both Sam and Sid moved over to the other end of the rope, puffing hard. Slowly Glenda felt her arms being pulled over her head, reaching higher and higher until she was being lifted off the dirt floor and yanked into the air.
“Ohhhh, God!” Glenda cried out again as she felt the muscles in her arms stretch painfully. Soon the brunette was dangling an inch or two above the dirt, wriggling like a spiked fish as the people in the stable leered at her.
“Get the girl now,” Sam said to Sid.
In a few moments, Alana was dangling from the overhead beam too, jerking and wriggling in front of her mother. Occasionally, their bodies would bounce together, forcing their titties and furry cunts to rub against each other. Glenda flushed red with mortified shame each time she felt her stepdaughter’s pussy bang lightly against hers.
“This is sick! Why are you doing this?” Glenda wailed, stretching her toes as she tried to relieve the tension ripping the muscles of her arms.
“She brays like a jackass,” Florence said calmly, walking over slowly to Glenda.
“I think you’re looking for this,” Sam said helpfully as he held out a black leather riding crop.
Florence smiled coldly, gripping the crop firmly in her slender fingers.
“Thank you,” the woman said coldly.
Turning first to her husband and smiling, Florence then raised her right hand high over her head. Before Glenda could warn Alana, the woman brought down the riding crop hard across the girl’s ass.
“ARRRRROOUGH!” Alana cried out in pain and fear. Her eyes bugged out as her body jerked and swung forward. The crop whistled forward again, cracking noisily against the girl’s plump buttcheeks. Alana cried out in pain one more time, jerking wildly, and uncontrollably, grinding her pussy against her stepmother’s every time the crop sliced into her tenderized buttcheeks.
“Come on, George. Join your wife,” Sam said, holding out another riding crop to the big black man.
The black man smiled, then walked over to Sam, taking the riding crop quickly from his hand and moving quickly behind Glenda. He matched his wife blow for blow, striking the pointed tip of the crop across the bottom of Glenda’s asscheeks at the same time that Florence cracked her instrument of agony across Alana’s buttocks.
“AIYEEEE! ARRRRROUGHH!” Glenda shrieked as she bucked forward, jerking her cunt against Alana’s.
George and Florence were sweating heavily from the excitement of watching the two women hanging, bucking, and grinding together and the exertion of flogging them.
“Let’s see the two of them kiss,” Florence said, I smiling in a twisted, almost demented fashion as she pressed the pointed tip of her crop against the wrinkled skin of Alana’s bunghole.
“Oh no!” the girl cried, turning her face to one side.
“We’ve got to,” Glenda said, jerking forward again as George slashed the hard riding crop across her right shoulderblade.
“I can’t, Mama! I can’t!” the girl groaned.
“Let’s see if this can’t help change her mind,” Florence said, bringing the crop down hard across the girl’s lower back. Alana shrieked and nearly fainted from the sharp bolt of agony.
“No! No!” she insisted.
“I’ll break that bitch!” Florence said, her cool all but disappearing as she flogged the shrieking girl’s back mercilessly. Long red welts sprang up on Alana’s sweating, taut skin as the whistling crop sliced over and over into her flesh.
“You can’t fight them, honey. You can’t,” Glenda said as Florence stopped her flogging and started unbuttoning her blouse.
“Oh, Mama,” Alana wailed as she finally relented — opened her mouth and leaned forward.
Glenda did the same, trying to fight down the feeling of horror as her stepdaughters tongue slid in between her lips.
“Let’s heat them up,” Florence said, puffing off her blouse. Her thunderous, gleaming black tits jiggled as she started whipping theft asscheeks. The two women rubbed their cunts frantically against each other.
“Ohhh, do it to me. Please, hurry,” Glenda babbled as Alana let out another painful yelp. The brunette hated to admit it to herself, but she was starting to feel pleasurable sensations from the constant rubbing that her pussy was getting from Alana’s cunt. Her clit was gradually poking its reddened tip out of its hood, sputtering with pleasure as the young girl jerked and moaned under Florence’s relentless assault.
“The old lady’s really turning on.” Sam commented as he watched Glenda’s eyes glaze over.
The brunette ignored him and rubbed hotly against her stepdaughter as best she could.
“I want that bitch now!” Florence said, throwing the riding crop in the corner of the stable and unzipping her white slacks quickly.
Glenda opened her eyes and saw the tall black woman standing naked in front of her. Florence’s pussylips were fat and hot with lust as she stared at Glenda. “You can do what you want to the girl. I want this one.”
“You got her,” Sam said, pushing the box back behind Glenda and standing up on it. In a second, he cut the rope and sent the woman crashing down into the dirt.
“Don’t untie her wrists,” Florence said as she strode over to the brunette and pushed her legs open with her right foot. At the same time, Sam cut down Alana.
George and Sid rubbed their crotches.
“Please, no, NOOOOO!” Glenda heard her daughter wail helplessly as she disappeared under the bodies of the three men.
“Never mind about her,” Florence said, rubbing her toes lightly up and down Glenda’s right inner thigh. “You’re gonna have your own problems.”
The black woman sank down to her knees. Glenda opened her eyes wide in a feeling mixed with horror and lust as she felt Florence’s fingers slide gracefully up and down her thighs.
“Ummmmmm, you’re good and hot,” the woman sighed.
“AHHHHHROOOUGH!” Alana cried out as Sam and George stuck their cocks into her cunt and bunghole simultaneously. The girl was being ripped apart only a few feet away from her stepmother.
“Never mind her,” Florence crooned as she moved her fingers up to Glenda’s sore pussy. “Poor little snatch. All bruised and aching. But old Flo’s gonna make it feel, real good.”
“Oh God, don’t,” Glenda babbled. But she spread her legs farther apart to give Florence more room to work in. The brunette shuddered as Florence peeled back her outer twatlips so that her tongue could twist its way into her cunthole.
“Please, I’ve never…”
But Glenda couldn’t deny the tinge that was beginning to grow into a delicious ache. The brunette felt her bruised pussy being massaged by Florence’s gentle fingers. It was so good to feel something gentle again. After all the pain and flogging, even this was better than nothing.
Soon glistening pussy oil bubbled out from between Glenda’s swelling pussylips. Florence lapped up the fluid like a cat lapping cream, moaning happily as she stroked the big brunette’s inner thighs.
“Ummm, pussy all bruised from the electrodes,” Florence said as she pulled Glenda’s tender snatch lips even farther apart. Inside that hot slit, the black woman ran her tongue. She flicked it rapidly in and out, teasing the delicate flesh. Florence kept on tonguing Glenda’s snatch until the brunette felt herself tightening up for a big cum. The black woman sensed this and backed off, smiling broadly at the woman.
“What…?”
Glenda watched as Florence turned around until her cunt was over the brunette’s startled face.
“Mmmmm, good hot snatch meat!” Florence murmured as she sank her tongue back
into Glenda’s pussy. As she tongued the brunette’s snatch, she lowered her body until her pussy was only inches over Glenda’s mouth. She could feel Glenda panting into it. The woman’s hot breath rustled through the kinky black pussy hairs. Her clit popped out throbbing and hard.
“Suck it,” Florence murmured, her thighs trembling as she kept on lapping up Glenda’s hot juices.
The brunette was too worked up by Florence’s tongue to have second thoughts. She opened her mouth quickly and stuck out her tongue just as the black woman hunched her ass down and pressed her hot pussy against Glenda’s teeth. Glenda stabbed her tongue between those plump black labes as hard as she could. When she had it inside the moaning woman’s box, she started licking around and around. She could tell it was driving Florence up the wall. The black woman’s hips pushed down even harder onto her face, hunching uncontrollably as she tried to get more stiff, hot tongue up her snatch.
“Mmmmm,” Glenda groaned as Florence buried her face frantically in the brunette’s black bush. Florence pressed in a long, wet kiss against the puckered pussylips. They pushed into Glenda’s clit while she kept her tongue busy lashing away at the inside of her hot hole.
“Oh yes, yessssss,” Glenda sighed as she struggled with the bonds around her wrists. She wanted only to caress the tongue-fucking black woman.
Sensing Glenda’s sexual heat and what she wanted to do, Florence pulled her mouth out of the brunette’s pussy for a second and reached back, quickly unbinding Glenda’s wrists. This was the chance she’d been waiting for! Glenda could scramble to her feet and run out of the stable and look for help. But her pussy had a mind of its own. Instead of thinking of escape, Glenda thrashed and bucked under Florence’s expert fingering and tonguing.
“Mmmmmm,” Florence groaned again as she went back to Glenda’s hotbox.
The black woman was an expert. She knew the mystery of what tongues were for. Glenda felt her body shudder as the woman’s tongue snaked up toward her clit. She shivered with delight as Florence’s fingers caressed her bouncing cheeks, then moved down and into her puckered shithole.
