She heard his pants coming down, felt the weight of his body pressing against hers as he held her and started jabbing his prickhead up against her cunt. Betti flinched as the pounding cock struck her cunt again and again in spite of her violent protests. Jack held her hard, his hands reaching around and squeezing her tits while his hips drove in inexorably. She could feel her pussy widening, the tender cuntlips stretching itchily as the mushroom-shaped cockhead fucked in.
Betti opened her mouth as if that would ease his prick in. She gasped, feeling his cockmeat burning through her body, touching her cunt. It was so odd having something that big, that hard, that hot burrowing into her pussy.
And then the pain began, more concentrated than the pain from that awful set of firecrackers had been. She threw back her head, a long low moan escaping from between her lips as her muscles bulged against her sweaty flesh. Her hair matted over her face as she gave another moan.
She felt something tearing deep in her pussy, something ripping in two, and she knew exactly what it was. Screaming, trying to pull her ankles from the rope still holding them to the support beam, Betti felt her cherry tearing.
"Yeah, man, she's doin' it! Man, I'm inside!" Jack growled, tossing his head and fucking his cock all the way into the girl's pussy. "God… oh, God!" Kathy cried, covering her face and rocking back and forth as she finally came to and saw her daughter being raped in front of her. "No, no…" Betti let her head drop down, her fingers clawing at the floor while that rodding cockmeat frictioned again and again through her newly plowed cunt. The awful hurt, the throbbing pain drove up into her brain. Now all her defenses were gone. She was nothing more than a slut, just like all the whores she had looked down on earlier. He was all the way in her cunt now, his balls slapping up against her ass while his fingers pinched and crimped her nipples.
When Betti groaned in protest, Jack only laughed, fucking her harder, rocking his hips from side to side so she could feel his cockbone more. The girl sobbed again, biting down on her lower lip until she could taste blood. Yes, oh God as she could feel something else happening to her, something so shameful she could have laughed with embarrassment. Lust, good hard lewd lust was boiling in her, taking her breath away as she crouched there dog-style, being fucked by Jack. Yes, yes, he was raping her just as Tina had been raped earlier. Only now Betti realized how much fun it could be, in spite of the pain. The young girl found herself enjoying the horror, wallowing in the degradation as she pushed back and rolled her ass hungrily against his flat, rippling belly.
"Hey, the little slut digs it! Man, that's it!" he exclaimed, slapping her ass hard with his opened hand and fucking in all the way. "That's it, baby! Roll that sweet ass up against me." Lust boiled up in her like lava while her clit was stung with another round of spasms. His prick ground her insides. The bruising, ramming cock tore at her clit in a seemingly endless attack as he fucked farther into her snugging cunt.
Jack thrust down, his body hugging hers while he grabbed both tits and squeezed and kneaded them.
She could tell he was firing his cum load into her pussy. Throwing back her head again, she felt her cunt aching while her clit shivered and shuddered. She exploded, feeling herself become one hot, wet, milking cunt. Her belly ballooned out while her thighs tensed until they cramped. Gouts of his cum sizzled through her bubbling cunt, burning into her pussy walls like acid as the two of them grunted and came together.
CHAPTER NINE
Betti had been fucked by the hardest, stiffest, biggest cock in the world. Or so it had seemed. Of course, she thought with a secret smile, she was so dumb about things like this. She wasn't as experienced as some girls at school, not even as experienced as her mother.
Her mother. Betti's lips turned downward immediately into a deep frown. She sighed, shaking the hair from her eyes and looked down at the pink froth still wet between her legs. Jack had raped her, torn her cherry in that foul way.
And still, she couldn't hate him – not the way she hated her mother now.
The boys had something else in store for the women. The tall blond called Brad had been left out of the fun – or so he complained. Jack acknowledged this, slapping his buddy on the back and turning Betti over to him. Brad stood in front of her now, scratching his head, looking down at her ankles still bound tightly to the support beam. Betti tugged at the ropes, stretching one hand tentatively back to try to untie them. Brad brought his foot down, crushing her fingers under the heel and making her cry out in agony. The pain shot up her arm, making her body shiver while hot tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. He kicked her hand back, pressing his filthy heel against her face and pushing her head back to the floor.
"Hey, take it easy, man, you don't wanna break the toy, do you?" Jack asked, putting a restraining hand on his buddy's chest.
"I wanna try that crank generator. Yeah, that one," Brad said, rubbing his crotch and looking down at the trembling girl.
Brad had been something of an unknown, a boy in the background. In all the madness going on, Betti had even thought of him as being less harmful than the others. She soon learned otherwise.
Jack pulled out two beers, opening both and giving one to Joe while Brad took the small hand-cranked generator and put it down to the right of the girl. Betti watched, remembering the clamps earlier that attached her to the car battery. When she tried to move again, he backhanded her, his knuckles knocking her hard against the chin and stunning her. Groaning, the young girl rolled halfway to her right side, her legs folding over one another as Brad untangled the black electric wires and stretched them over her body.
One, two, then three wires were clamped to her inner thighs. She looked down with widened eyes, her pulse leaping as she saw the small black pads near her cunt. How it still ached from the firecrackers and the fucking. And now this? She brought her hands down again.
"Damn! Somebody hold the bitch back while I wire her up," Brad said.
Jack reluctantly put down his half-empty beer, producing a pair of steel cuffs and slipping them onto the girl's chafed wrists. How they hurt! The steel bit into her bruised flesh, drawing out more pain while her arms remained pulled behind her back. She was trapped face down, helpless as before. Brad grunted approvingly, sticking two wires up into her shitter, then drawing out two more black damps and pushing Betti over roughly onto her back.
"What are you doing to my daughter?"
Kathy rasped.
"Playin' chess. Hey man, hook up this slut, too. Let's watch 'em both wiggle around," Jack suggested, swallowing the rest of his beer.
Joe followed Jack, walking a little unsteadily up to Kathy and reaching down for her wrists.
The woman protested, drawing away from him, her jaw still aching from the mouth-fucking she had endured. Joe grabbed her wrists firmly while Jack took the rope that had held her daughter's hands, binding the woman quickly like a roped calf. He soon had her on her belly, one foot planted firmly between her shoulder blades while he finished tying the line around her wrists. Kathy let out a groan of defeat, staring angrily at the men over her and wishing she could reach a knife – something that would even the score.
"Here, drag her over here," Brad said, pulling out two more wires and handing them to Joe.
Kathy grimaced. Joe was stepping on her thighs, threatening to crush her legs with his boots if she moved while Jack snapped two dips on either side of her clit. She brought her head down, biting her lip, knowing now she was hooked up to the transformer attached to her daughter.
"Now, this is almost better than the battery," Brad said, taking the crank in one hand. "You get a lot more wattage and amperage from this direct current, and it makes 'em feel it real good."