Fear coursed through Janet, her flesh breaking out into a cold sweat. She felt perspiration trickling from under her arms and oozing down her sides. The girl could feel the heat from the cigarette start to singe her nipple. It was starting to hurt her very much.
But then something else was happening. That voice, that faint voice inside her was growing louder. She could barely make it out. She was beginning to feel something other than pain rising in her. It was excitement, a wild kind of arousal that she knew no decent woman would experience. Something was happening deep down inside her, something that would have been better left alone. It was just like the feeling she had when Jack brutalized her the last time, when he talked so dirty to her on the phone! Maybe that rape had triggered something awful in her, something that was now mixing up pleasure and pain in her mind and body.
"Oh don't, don't."
The sight of that burning cigarette an inch from her nipple made her shiver.
Jack smiled. He saw her shuddering, saw the look of animal terror glowing in her eyes. And he also saw the excitement that made her flesh crawl, made her eyes glow with something more than simple fear. Yes, he was in tune to Janet, in tune to her body and what was going on inside her even if the girl was ignorant of what she felt.
"Come on, baby, you want this… want it as bad as I do."
Janet moved back slightly. Jack grunted, moved the cigarette a little closer. And then it happened. He touched the burning tip to her nipple.
At first, Janet couldn't believe it! The idea that another human would do this sort of thing to her shocked her. There was disbelief, followed quickly by the sensation of agony against the tip of her tit. Then she snapped her head back, her right hand coming up protectively and brushing away the cigarette as the searing pain made her shriek.
"Aaaghghhhhh!"
Stumbling backward, Janet toppled onto the couch, her hair whipping across her face. Her tits slapped together while her legs jerked apart. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she rubbed the injured nipple gingerly with one hand.
"No, baby, no, you don't get off that easy," Jack said, crushing the burning cigarette under the heel of his boot. Reaching down, he backhanded Janet. "Understand? You don't get away from me 'less I tell you."
"Y-yes," she stammered, blinking away the tears.
Oh, how it hurt! And yet the girl knew there would be more – much more.
"Lie down."
"Where?" Janet asked, whimpering. Was he going to fuck her again? There would be no pain… at least like the last time.
"On the table, baby," he said, pointing to what appeared to be an old Formica-topped kitchen table. There were some papers scattered on the filthy surface. Jack swept them off with his hand. Janet watched as the papers fluttered to the floor, her nipple still hurting from the burning cigarette.
"Come on, don't be stupid, bitch," Jack muttered.
When she still hesitated, be stepped forward and yanked her off the couch. Bill and Greig slapped her ass as she passed by, making her squeal in fright and pain.
"Don't!"
"They ain't gonna hurt you… yet. It's my turn first."
"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 SEVEN
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 aver the edge, her shoulders resting on the end of the table.