"Yes!" Cindy yelled in pain. "Yes, I do! Ohhh, damn you, Howie, I like it!"
"That's better, fuckface," he said. "If you always answer me right away. I might let you suck my cock off. I might even fuck you once in a while."
"I'll answer," Cindy said softly, her head hanging now, sobbing softly. To tell him she liked this was shameful, very humiliating. It could only lead to more, she knew.
"You like to get fucked, don't you, Cindy?"
"Yes. I do," she whispered, gulping between sobs. "I love to get fucked." Cindy was answering him out of desperation, but she also knew it was true now. She didn't know if she would enjoy being fucked by other boys, but she loved Howie's young cock in her body. She wondered if the only way she could enjoy fucking was to be tied up and degraded this way, and she wanted to try fucking without it. She had to know, had to know if she was warped in some manner. However, she didn't want Howie to know. If he found out she fucked someone else, there was not much telling what he would do to her. She was becoming a slave to him, she felt, a slave who would perform any vile act at his command.
"I love your cock, Howie," she went on. "I love your cock when it's so hard. I love your cock in my mouth, or my cunt, or up my asshole."
It was what Howie wanted to hear. He released the clothespins on the lips of her cunt, tossing them to one side. Cindy's eyes brightened. But Howie didn't untie her, nor did he take the vise grips off her nipples. What he did instead was pick up the leather belt again, swishing it through the air dangerously, his eyes burning on her cunt.
He suddenly lashed the belt down between her widely spread legs. The belt struck her clit and the pain that shot through Cindy almost cased her to pass out. She screamed in a horrible sound of torment, throwing her head back hard against the wall. Howie looked at her cunt, seeing those pink, blondehaired pussy lips turn red. He watched her cunt pucker inward. Howie lashed at her cunt again, bringing more screams from Cindy. The pain shot through her highly sensitive cunt, burning to the top of her head. Piss dripped from her pussy, the pain so bad she was unaware of it. Howie, however, saw it and laughed.
"Pissing yourself," he laughed. "Shame on you, you cunt. Can't hold it in, huh? Just gotta piss all over yourself like a baby, don't you?"
He lashed her cunt again.
Cindy howled, but her cunt was convulsing again. It was crazy, but she was pissing and coming, and her cunt felt on fire from the pain. Her ass twisted on the floor, her shoulder and arms trying to flail about. The ropes better tightly, and the more she struggled against them, the more intense the orgasm was. When the orgasm finished, the boiling, golden piss spurted in a strong stream for a moment. Her naked body rippled and shivered, the pain in her cunt fading the rippling of her creamy-smooth flesh was from pleasure now. The heat of her cunt felt good.
Cindy looked up at Howie, her eyes shining in a mixture of pain and desire.
"Piss on me," she whispered, her voice very low and filled with embarrassment. Yet she wanted to feel him pissing all over her flesh.
"Talk louder, cunt," he said. "I didn't hear you."
"Piss on me!" Cindy yelled, her eyes rolling with a dreamy, erotic expression. "Piss on me! Piss all over me!"
"That's better," Howie replied, taking hold of his cock and letting go. He pissed first on her wits, then aimed at her cunt. Cindy writhed with pleasure against the ropes, mewling in perverse passion. Lifting his cock, he pissed into Cindy's lovely face. Again she closed her lips and eyes frantically.
"Open your fucking toilet-mouth, cunt!"
"Oh, not in my mouth!"
"Open your cocksucking mouth now."
Cindy parted her lips. His piss went past her teeth, over her tongue. She tried, not to swallow.
"Wider damn it!"
Howie pressed on the clothesline holding the grips on her stretched tits. Cindy howled and opened her mouth has wide as she could. Howie pissed into Cindy's mouth, watching, laughing with lewd delight.
"Fucking cunt," he said. "You're gonna be my toiletface from now on. You hear me, asshole?"
Cindy tried to reply, but piss ran down her throat.
"Drink it, cocksucker!" he laughed. "Drink that piss down, you fucking shithead!"
Cindy swallowed because she had no choice. And to her horror, she began to come again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The front door opened.
Cindy was still tied in her lewd position, as if she were offering her cunt to whoever came in. Howie was sitting on the floor close to her, stroking one of her long thighs almost tenderly, a grin on his young face.
Joan gasped, stopping short. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Cindy, then her son.
Cindy cried out with shock, trying to bury her face into one shoulder. She would not conceal her naked, tied-up body, but she didn't want to look at Howie's mother. She blushed from the top of her head to her feet.
"Is it that late already?" Howie asked no one in particular. "I didn't expect you home until later, Mother."
He said it so easily, so unashamedly, Cindy peeked at him. Howie looked as if he were pleased his mother had caught them. Peeking at Joan, Cindy was startled to see fire in her eyes, the fire of passion. Joan's eyes smoldered as she shifted her gaze from Cindy to her son. Her eyes, Cindy noticed, looked only at her son's cock and balls, then at Cindy's exposed cunt.
Understanding came to Cindy: it was in Joan's eyes, in the way she stood, shivering slightly, one hand clutching her tit.
"No, please," Cindy whimpered. "Joan, don't look at me, please. Make Howie untie me!"
Joan slowly closed the door, leaning against it, not saying anything, just looking with wild, hot eyes at them.
"My mother wouldn't do that, Cindy," Howie said, giggling lewdly. "She does what I say, not the other way around."
"Oh, God!" Cindy whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Howie shoved a hand to Cindy's cunt, rubbing it, pulling the sweet pussy lips farther apart. Moving his other hand to her pussy, he began to fingerfuck her. Cindy cried in humiliation, her ass twisting as if trying to dislodge his finger.
"Not with your mother watching, Howie," Cindy sobbed. "Please, not, with Joan here."
"Why not?" Howie said. "I told you, you're just another cunt didn't I?"
Joan still leaned against the door, watching Cindy's tied body, her eyes gleaming as her son's finger dipped and pulled. She saw Cindy's lovely cunt becoming wet, glistening, and realized the girl enjoyed her embarrassment.
Fingerfucking Cindy, Howie looked at his mother. "Take your tits out, Mother," he said. "Show Cindy what pretty tits you have."
Joan, her eyes glazed in passion, lifted her sweater to her neck. She was naked under it, and her big tits strained put, her long nipples swollen.
"How would you like to suck those big tits, Cindy?"
"No," Cindy moaned. "Howie, please I'm not that way."
"What way, cunt?"
"You know."
Howie pulled his finger from Cindy's cunt and began to pinch the tender, soft flesh of her inner thigh, pinching hard to make her cry out.
"I don't like girls, Howie!" Cindy screamed.
"Maybe you don't now, but you will," he giggled.
"No, please," she sobbed.
Howie stood up, his cock rigid again. He looked at his mother, wrapping a hand about his cock and stroking it slowly.
"Get out of your fucking clothes, Mother," he said. "Take everything off but your nylons and shoes."
Cindy felt only slight surprise at the way Joan obeyed her son without question. She watched Joan undress, finding herself becoming excited, despite her other feelings.
Joan had very big tits, with long nipples, and they were firm and lovely. When Joan slipped out of her skirt, she was naked under it, too. The dark bush of her cunt hair held Cindy's eyes. Her own cunt was starting to pulsate again. Howie, still standing and moving his fist back and forth on his cock, watched his mother, eyes gleaming in a cruel way.