And the pain was horrible. The heat felt as if he had dumped blazing coals into her pussy. Rhonda shuddered, arching her spine again, wallowing her shoulderblades against the carpeting until they reddened from the friction. She could feel the tears flowing over her cheeks while she begged him again to stop.
But Jim kept moving the fire over her pussy, watching the blonde hairs blacken and burn back to her swollen cunt flesh. Pussy sweat dotted her cuntal curls, oozing over her flesh, failing to ease the burning pain aching through her pussy. Jim saw the slickness coating her cuntlips and smiled more grimly than before, bringing the flame down, down until it was nearly touching her clit. He shook out the fire, giving the woman a reprieve.
Rhonda yammered for mercy, tugging at the line holding her bound to the sofa behind her, her body twisting and turning while Jim struck a third match, this time bringing the fire down to her cunt without hesitation. She screamed, the agony racing through her like wildfire. He had touched her clit with the fire, watching as she bounced her ass against the floor and rolled her thighs up. Drumming her legs over the carpeting, Rhonda shouted and screamed, her voice echoing through the big house.
With a final gush, her pussy extinguished the flame with the thick heavy juices. Rhonda ground her teeth together, grunting and moaning, sobbing her agony as Jim threw the matches onto the sofa. "Up and around!" he barked, his big hands gripping her hips and twisting her over until Rhonda was on her knees.
Her arms were twisted painfully against one another. But that didn't frighten her. Jim took that knife again, bringing it up against the side of her throat and pressing it into her flesh.
"Your daughter liked this a lot. She screamed for more before I finished with her."
"You're lying!" Rhonda screamed back, tears flowing from her eyes.
"You just watch, bitch. You just watch, and you'll find out about that little slut you've got… and yourself, too."
For a moment Rhonda feared her brother-in-law would slice her throat.
Then she remembered she hadn't told him about where the certificates were hidden. Neither, apparently, had her daughter. They were safe for the time being, she thought, feeling the icy trail of the knife against her flesh. And then Jim brought the blade down against her cunt, rocking it down, pressing the sharp tip harder against her clit. Rhonda gasped. The pressure on her cum center made a shock as sharp as the knife itself shoot through her. She arched her spine, presenting her cunt eagerly to Jim's stare.
"Yeah, you're just like your fuckin' daughter. Both whores," he muttered.
The repeating touch and chill of the blade sent streamers of delight through the woman. Rhonda became acutely conscious of the tiny slits on her cuntlips, slits Jim cut with the tip of his knife. She found a hotter, more intense lust flowing out from her pussy. Rhonda fought with herself, trying to keep her mind intact while her body was racing out of control.
Rhonda's pulse was racing like mad. Her slit cuntlips were on fire. And there was Jim, teasing her more than ever. He dragged the tip back, back, stinging a groove down to the edge of her cunt mouth, then back again until the buzzing, spinning flashes of delight grew worse and worse. And then in another moment she saw him pulling his jeans down, shoving his hard cock forward, the salty drop of pre-cum oozing from his piss slit setting the tiny cut in her clit on fire. It burned like acid, and yet at the same time excited her all the more. Rhonda rolled her hips forward, and his cockhead lodged in her cunt hole.
"Man, I've always wanted to fuck you, baby. Always fucked your sister and kept thinkin' of you. And now I've poked mom and daughter, too!"
Rhonda could have screamed. But the perverse delight soaring through her kept her from doing anything but grunting with delight. The long, thick cock slipped into her cunt hole like a greased set of fingers.
Once Jim's prick went halfway into her dripping fuck-hole, he let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her pendulous tits. His fingers dug into her tits and kneaded at them. Rhonda felt an aching heat burst in her nipples, telegraphing even more lust into her tormented cunt.
How Rhonda loathed the man fucking her. But still, she couldn't help but hunch against him even harder. The whole length of his prick was in her pussy now, stretching her fuckchannel, churning around inside her cunt.
"Uh, no, no!"
The teeth clamped on the nape of her neck made Rhonda throw her head back. She raised herself on her arms a little, swiveling her ass around. She had to feel that release now. Nothing could stop her from wanting it. Jim's belly slapped loudly against her ass, the wiry hairs of his cock bush scratching her asshole. The itching, burning sensation in and around her ass drove her crazy. Rhonda shoved back against her brother-in-law's pounding prick, wiggling her ass.
"Man, oh man!"
Jim clawed at the sensitive rims of her nipples. Rhonda sobbed and grunted, the combination of the stretching and gouging against her body driving her higher and higher. She cursed and gasped, her head rolling as she clawed at the carpeting below her. The tearing pain of the ropes against her wrists added to the delight. She forced her big-tipped tits against his clutching hands once more, loving the feeling, enjoying having him fuck her this way. And then the great blast furnace of heat stoking in her cunt exploded, sending floods of pussy juice searing over her shrinking clit.
Rhonda let out a howl, tugging at the restraints, beating her ass against Jim's groin as she felt him starting to fire load after hot load of cum into her cunt. He growled and struck her, biting down against her once more as she came and came and came.
Oh God, she thought as her climax slackened, what has become of my daughter? Has she endured the same thing?
CHAPTER NINE
"So, you wanna see your daughter, eh? Okay, no problem," Jim said after unfastening her wrists from the sofa.
Rhonda kept her head down, her eyes lowered, too ashamed to look him in the face. She had shamed herself, pissing on her thighs, then rutting like that after he had tormented her in that foul way. And now he was taking her, naked and disgraced, to see her daughter.
"Please, just let me get dressed."
"You wanna see her? You see her like this. March, bitch!"
He pushed her forward, shoving the woman through the kitchen, past the filthy stove and toward a large white door that was ajar. Rhonda stopped, shrinking back. They were all the same, she thought with a shiver. Jack, Jim. They all had their little playrooms in their basements. She felt him gripping her just below the elbows, forcing her down the narrow steps. As Rhonda made her way carefully down the stairs, she knew instinctively her daughter was down there.
"Oh, my… my God!"
She had been prepared for a shock. But she hadn't been prepared for this!
It was Cori – or at least, she guessed it was her daughter – hanging there from the ceiling. The girl was wearing a leather mask that fit tightly over her face. Two small slits appeared at the center for breathing purposes, while a zippered mouthpiece allowed Jim to open and close the girl off as he chose. From a small eyehook sewn into the top of the leather hood, a doublelinked chain rose to the ceiling, apparently attached to something out of sight up there in the darkness. The chain was taut, pulling her daughter up from the floor until just her toes barely touched the cold concrete.