by Paul Gable
“Why can’t we use the sofa?” Janet whimpered, raising one leg and climbing onto the table with difficulty.
“When you show yourself good enough, we might let you fuck on the bed. ‘Til then you got the table,” Jack answered.
Whimpering, Janet climbed on the table, her heels dangling over the front edge of the table.
“Get all the stuff, Bill. You help him, Greig. We’re gonna be here for a while,” Jack said, stroking her nipples.
Janet cringed, pulling away from the big man. She wanted to cover herself, to hide her body from these leering men. But they weren’t going to let her. Watching her shame herself like this was part of their pleasure. She could see it in their eyes – especially in Jack’s eyes.
“Here they are, man.”
What on earth did he have in his hands? They looked like large metal earrings or something. They were small, U-shaped, with small screws fitted on the ends. Jack studied them, then chose several. He grinned, his eyes focused, on her cuntlips.
“You ain’t gonna do nothin’ stupid, are you?”
Janet held her breath, shaking her head from side to side.
“Good. Just sit still, baby.”
Janet felt him shoving her thighs apart, the backs of his hands keeping her legs widely spread while he worked. What a strange, horrible sensation to have his fingers moving through her cuntal hair, touching her hot, wet labes, peeling them stickily apart to [missing text].
“I said don’t move!” Jack shouted, pinching her right thigh as a reminder.
He was going to put those awful-looking things on her pussy! She peered down, watching him shove those things through her blonde cuntal bush, turning them around so the opened end fitted tightly around one pussy lip.
Her body shivered as her tits heaved up and down.
Jack slipped the metal screw around tightly, twisting in the end screw again and again. He had her labes trapped in various screws and was enjoying her discomfort.
“Here’s another one for you, baby. This’ll keep you open.”
The tiny screws were heavier than they looked. When the big man finished, he pulled them to either side of her thigh, sighing in satisfaction as the dark red wet pussy meat between her legs became easily exposed. He trailed the tip of one finger around her cuntal mouth, laughing softly when her pussy muscles spasmed and tried to snap her cuntlips shut – of course, the weight of the metal screws kept that from happening.
Janet slid her arms behind her, tilting her head back, feeling the sweep of her hair over her shoulders. She let out a low groan.
“Good!”
Janet winced. The pulling sensation was painful. And there was the possibility, Janet thought, of that screw tearing into her cuntal flesh. He was going too far, pushing her to the limit. And then touching her like that, feeling her up with his fingers. He was pulling her so widely apart, the girl thought a bus could drive into her right now.
“Now, gotta make sure you ain’t gonna be wigglin’ all over the place. Shit, the last time I thought you was gonna buck me off you came so hard.” Jack chuckled.
Janet watched as he took several pieces of rope from Bill, instructing his two friends to tie her feet. Jack took her hands, telling the girl to hold them together in front of her. Looping the quarter-inch line tightly around her wrists, the handsome stud slipped one end under the other, repeating the motion one more time before finishing with a slip knot.
“Oh, you’re hurting me. It’s too tight… it’s… it’s cutting off my blood and…”
“Shaddup!”
Janet whimpered into silence, watching helplessly as he slid her down on the table, drawing her arms high over her head then down toward the floor. He was hurting her by forcing her arms back like that! But she didn’t dare complain. He had only shouted at her before. The next time she said something he might strike her… or worse!
“Man, you want us to tie her legs? How the hell you gonna fuck ‘er?” Greig asked, tapping one rope against his right thigh.
“That comes later, man. I wanna do other shit to the bitch, and I don’t want her movin’ all over the place. Now come on, let’s get goin’.”
Janet trembled. They were starting now, starting her private horror show.
Chapter 7
The ropes binding her wrists together were thin, cutting into her flesh as Janet wriggled her bare ass and shoulders over the table. Jack tugged the line again, letting her know that the more she tugged the more it would hurt.
“Oh don’t, don’t! You’re crazy, really crazy!” Janet cried, rolling her eyes back and staring tearfully at the big stud.
“Yeah, real crazy,” Jack muttered.
Janet rubbed her palms together, trying to get more blood into her fingertips as Jack secured her bound wrists to one of the table legs. He had her well stretched over the edge, her shoulders resting on the end of the table.
Jack secured the free end of the line with a double square knot, examining the handiwork carefully before helping Bill and Greig up front.
“You assholes don’t know what the shit you’re doing,” he grumbled, taking the rope from Bill.
“Well, shit, I never been in the Navy like you,” Bill grumbled, watching as Jack untied one knot, then took Janet’s right leg and bent it all the way back until her heel was nearly touching her right buttock.
“Watch, man, this is the way to rope a bitch… get ‘er really hot, open her up and leave her exposed to anything you wanna do to her,” Jack said.
Bill and Greig watched dutifully as Jack ran a loop around her knee, then slid the rope under the table and ran the free end around to her other knee. Tightening the line, he stretched the girl’s thighs apart, securing the rope with a double square knot.
“Man, that’s somethin’ else,” Greig whistled appreciatively as he stared at the bound teenager writhing on the table.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Janet panicked, twitching as if someone had touched her with an electric wire. She hated this, hated being bound, unable to move her hands, her feet, to have any control over what was going to happen to her. The hemp line bit cruelly into her wrist flesh, chafing the skin until it began to turn purple. Her thighs were spread widely apart, her cuntlips peeled open, exposing the tender dark pink pussymeat to Jack, Bill and Greig.
“Okay, baby, now we have some fun, right?”
Janet jerked her head up, her eyes rounding when she saw Jack reach down and unbuckle his belt. He was pulling his belt out, twisting the buckled end around his knuckles, his lips curling into a sick smile. Greig and Bill were smiling too, the fronts of their pants tented up.
Janet tried wriggling. God, those ropes hurt!
“No, no, no!”
Jack walked up to the table, his jaws set firmly as he studied the helpless girl.
“Nice young cunt,” he murmured, tracing the tip of the leather belt along her thighs.
Janet shivered, her flesh puckering up into gooseflesh as the cool, brown leather trailed along the inside of her right thigh, then brushed gently over her pussy hairs. She kept staring at the big man, her eyes bugging out, sweat streaking her flushed cheeks. Janet knew what he was going to do. Beat her, hit her with that belt until she screamed down the walls. That’s what a true sadist was, and that, she could tell, was what Jack was.
“Ohhhhh!”
Janet curled her fingers, digging the nails into her palms. Again she wiggled against the ropes, feeling the line bite into her flesh. Sweat was beginning to bead up on her forehead, along her chest and tits.
Jack was moving that awful leather belt along her left thigh now, his breathing becoming more labored, more shallow. It was as if he were fucking her and getting ready to dump his load of spunk into her cunthole?
“Bitch!”
He jerked his right hand up, the belt cracking like an exploding pistol above her head.
Janet cried out, her eyes rolling up at she watched the big belt curl, snap, then cut through the fetid air and crash down toward her pus
sy. Janet tried to move her hips, tried to slide her cunt away. But the ropes held, cutting into her flesh, causing more pain.
“Nooooo!”
Jack brought the belt down hard between her thighs, the leather biting the flesh surrounding her clit.
“Eeceaaagghhhhhh!” Janet screamed and screamed again, her head snapping from tide to side.
Her hair whipped across her face while her buttocks danced on the smooth table top. It was as if someone had burned her cunt with a torch! She moaned, her head finally sagging as the pain ebbed. This was the most brutal thing she had ever experienced in her young life!
“Just a sample,” Jack said in an unsteady voice.
Janet looked up at the big man. His face was dark with lust, his eyes glowing with savagery. He was losing control. And the way he was running the leather belt through his fingers, almost loving it the way he made love to her nipples!
“Ugnghhhhhh!”
The belt struck a second time. This blow was off to the left, bruising one inner thigh. Janet tensed, throwing her head back, jerking her thighs from side to side. Another and a fourth blow crashed down, slicing into the tender flesh of her cuntlips. The pulling of those awful screws on her labes intensified the pain. Her ass bounced wildly on the tabletop. If only she could roll away, get away from that awful belt. But the ropes held, keeping her pussy wide open for more of Jack’s brutal attacks.
“Cunt! Bitch! Fuckin’ bitch!”
He was shouting at her now, sprays of spittle wetting her body. Finally he stopped, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand.
“Yeah, this is good, baby, real good.”
Janet thanked God the beating had stopped. She lay back on the table, rubbing the bare soles of her feet together, feeling her cuntflesh burning and stinging from where the belt had crashed.
“Ohhh.”
“Okay, man, you wanted to fuck the bitch. You got her right now,” Jack said, nodding to Bill.
“Hey, man, what about me?” Greig asked, his eyes narrowing in disappointment and anger.
“Later,” Jack muttered, throwing the belt down on the floor.
The tall skinny blond didn’t take long to strip off his shirt and pants. Janet jerked her head up again, resenting the fact that she had been offered like a piece of meat to some man. She tried to protest, begged Jack to let her go.
“No, no, no!” she screamed, twisting helplessly in her ropes.
Kicking off his shoes and socks, Bill jerked his Levi’s off, then jumped on top of her, his mouth hungrily searching for hers. And when he started kissing her, he bit her lips, chewing on them, nearly drawing blood while he dry fucked his dick up and down, up and down.
“Oh God, no, no, you’re killing me!”
Janet tugged again at the ropes, feeling the line cutting into her wrists, biting into the soft, sensitive flesh around her knees.
“Haven’t had enough, huh?”
Bill edged up, smirking down at her. He brought the flat of his hand against one cheek, backhanding her, then slapping the girl a third time.
Janet cried out, her hair splashing over her face from the force of the blows. She stared up at him through near-blinding tears. There had been pain before – awful, mind-searing pain. But now there was something else, something greater than the pain taking over her mind, blotting out the agony, the shame – or more accurately, feeding on it! The confusion registered in her eyes, a confusion the men saw and recognized.
“Man, baby, you wanna be fucked like a wild woman, huh? Well, that’s what the fuck you are. Man, when you took my dick before, I thought I was gonna pop right off in your fuckin’ mouth. Now it’s gonna be right in your Goddamned cunt!”
Janet wriggled and squirmed under him, straining under his pinching fingers as he sank his tongue into her mouth. For a moment Janet thought about biting that horrible, slimy thing wriggling down her throat. Then again that certain feeling, that odd sensation between her injured thighs rose again and made her take his tongue and fight back with her own.
“Ummmmm!” he groaned into her mouth.
Reaching up, he grabbed her long hair and tugged on it, running the tip of his tongue along the ridges of her teeth.
“You… you’re hurting me.”
“That’s the idea, bitch, that’s the idea,” Bill whispered.
Still tugging at her hair with one hand, he slipped the other under her buttocks. The pressure of his fingers against her rounded, firm asscheeks increased the lust that had built up inside her pussy earlier.
“Unnnnnnn!”
That delicious fire, that flame she didn’t understand before, was burning again, licking at the base of her clit, making that tiny sex center sputter with electricity. Janet twisted around on the table, tasting the big man’s saliva running down her throat. His fingers, the way they touched her ass, kneaded the flesh, roamed freely around and edged toward her asscrack, made her cunt bum wildly with sexual fire. She loved this, wanted more of it. She knew she would come, knew in her heart, because this kind of treatment was what she wanted, what she needed. Her body knew nothing about bad men, about bikers, thugs like Jack and his friends. All it knew about was the erotic sensations that seemed to be associated with the pain she was enduring.
He was going to do it, he was going to fuck her. After all that pain, after all that humiliation, he was going to fuck her, drive that long skinny cock dangling between his legs into her cunt. The thought of being fucked again made Janet whip her thighs faster and faster from side to side, tugging at the ropes.
“Ohhhhh!”
The pressure of those awful screws made the girl flush with more lust than before. She wanted a cock, a big cock inside her. She knew a dick as big as the one hanging between Bill’s legs would satisfy her wild need. There would be pain from taking something like that in her pussy, but the pain would make it all that much more exciting. Her orgasm would be harder, greater than before.
“Now, baby, now!”
She felt Bill edging up to her, felt his knees shoving up against her buttocks. He was sinking his cock into her, shoving his dickhead hard against her cuntlips. He was fucking her, shoving that long thing into her pussy.
Janet arched her back, her shoulders wallowing against the smooth Formica top. Above her she could feel the stud shivering with lust, his lean body jerking, twitching as if someone had stabbed him. More dickmeat was sliding in, splitting her in half!
Janet cried out, digging her fingernails harder into her palms. She wanted to move, to jerk her thighs from side to side to increase the sensation of being fucked, of really being skewered by his long hard prick!
Bill’s cock was halfway in now. He began moving his hips in a rotary motion, stirring his cock around inside her pussy like a giant spoon.
Janet thought she was coming unglued. She rolled her head from side to side, her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide and glazed while strands of blonde hair clung to her cheeks. She was making odd gurgling sounds, sounding as if she were drowning, while her ass pranced madly for more dick. Cock, dick! She wanted, needed more stimulation, more meat in her hole!
But still Janet couldn’t bring herself to ask for it. That was too much, far too much for them to ask of her. She couldn’t let them know completely what kind of slut she had been turned into.
“Yeah, baby, you’re beautiful, really beautiful. You’re the hottest thing between my legs I’ve ever had, I think,” Bill whispered, kissing her throat, her mouth, her eyes.
Janet shuddered, feeling his fingers travel over her body. He pinched her sore nipples, then used the flat of his palm to massage her clit. He told her and the others he could feel the heat coming from where Jack’s belt had slammed against her cunt again and again.
Janet looked at the young man, then turned her head and stared at Jack. Hate filled her mind. She hated and loathed these men beyond belief. And yet their kisses, theirs touches aroused her, made her so hot she could hardly stand it? Body and mind seemed to have been divided. Or p
erhaps more accurately her mind was punishing her body for enjoying this degrading episode. Yes, that was it! She deserved every bit of pain because her body loved everything that was happening to her. She wanted to have this cruel animal fuck her and dump his load of jizz into her pussy. The thought of having him fuck her to punish her made. Janet’s groan with renewed delight and lust.
“Oh no, baby, I ain’t gonna cum that fast,” Bill said, noticing the way she was moving her thighs from side to side, jerking her hands up, trying to grab hold of him. He knew she was close to climax, close to cutting loose. He had waited too long to let this opportunity slip by quickly.
“Fuck, fuck!”
There, she had said it, admitted her feelings to these men! The ceiling hadn’t crashed down on her! Hell hadn’t risen up to swallow her up. Fucking! That’s what she was doing, what she loved to do, wanted to do!
“No, don’t!”
And then he was pulling out his prick, slipping his long cock out. Janet wriggled ha body in protest, clutching her pussy muscle together, trying to grab at the retreating dick. “Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna drag this thing out, baby, really drag it out,” Bill whispered, crawling on top of her. Janet stared up at him, stared at his hairy, hanging balls that nearly touched her chest. He was squatting over her, playing with his cock, looking as if he were about to take a shit on her belly. Janet’s cunt was overheated. She could feel her cuntwalls buckling with sexual heat, clutching together, while the big stud played with his cock over her tits.
“Nice.”
Bill slid up a little farther, his knees touching her armpits. In a moment his buttocks were pressing against her tits as his cock dangled over her face.
“Have a good look at it, baby. Remember, remember when I tried shoving it down your fuckin’ mouth the last time? Remember?”
Janet remembered, remembered it well. She could remember dreaming about it at home, thinking about it at school while the teacher droned on about one thing or other in class. Cock, dick. They had ruined her for life, destroyed her with that one horrible episode, turning her into a sex machine, a slut who could only think of cockmeat and nothing else!
