"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" She shook with absolute terror, feeling the cold blade pressing against the side of her face. The touch of the knife made her heart skip.
Cindy felt her tummy rubbing painfully against the crossbar of the sawhorse as her pulse raced maddeningly.
Jack brought the blade down slowly over her throat, down her shoulders, around her tits and toward her belly.
"No!"
Cindy tried drawing her knees together, wanting to hide her pussy from Jack. Surely he would notice how red her cuntlips were, how swollen they were as they rubbed itchily against one another. Hot flashes rushed-up and down her legs, making her feel so wanton, so daring.
Maybe it was the way she'd been tied up, the ropes cutting into her flesh, her sweat stinging into the reddened skin. Maybe it was the way her ass was exposed, naked and white, shivering in the air while Jack slid the knife slowly down her thigh, tracing the pointy tip along her jutting hipbone.
Cindy remembered the awful gagging feeling she had when the hot stinging urine washed over the back of her throat and clogged her nostrils. He would do something like that again, something disgusting, yet exciting.
The wrenches tugged agonizingly on her nipples, sending waves of pain throbbing through her tits. A low groan shuddered deep from her throat as the blade pressed more firmly against her skin. He was going to cut her open!
Cindy opened her mouth, to scream. The way he was pressing the surgically sharp blade against her flesh made Cindy fear the worst!
He brought the knife back up to her face, creasing her skin lightly with the blade while rubbing his crotch against her rounded, naked buttocks. Cindy lost control, pissing on herself, feeling the hot urine washing down both inner thighs.
Jack laughed, then he slapped her hard against the back of her head.
Cindy couldn't stop pissing on herself. She felt him slicing the knife across her lower back, the blade lightly cutting her flesh. She sobbed, feeling something warm, wet and sticky trickling down her sides, and she knew she was bleeding.
"No! Oh God, I'll do anything, just don't… don't hurt me with that thing any more!" she sobbed.
Jack hummed a tune while he brought the knife down around to her cunt. The soft, wet vulnerability of the area made Cindy struggle more frantically against the ropes, her body shaking the sawhorse, her hair flailing against her ankles. He slid the blade up to her cunt, pricking the hot wet lips, slicing into the swollen folds until Cindy felt her juice stinging deliciously into the tiny slits.
"Can't have a virgin round here fuckin' up my fun, can we?"
Billy moaned.
Cursing, Jack moved to one side and kicked him hard in the head.
He was back again, muttering under his breath, bending over and holding her cuntlips apart with his thumb and forefinger.
She had never been this stretched before in her life!
Then she felt Jack slipping the blade between her cuntlips, carefully twisting it around until the sharp point pierced her cherry.
"Eaghghghghghghghh!"
Screaming with pain, Cindy forced herself to keep still despite the pain shooting through her body. If she moved, she would surely cut her pussy severely on that poking blade.
Jack let out a grunt, pushing the blade in, cutting through the throbbing membrane until he had ripped it from its anchorage.
The warm trickle of pink froth against her inner thighs told Cindy she was no longer a virgin. Feeling her body relax in despair, the teen lay as if dead, not paying attention to the way Jack was moving around her. She felt him grabbing her hair, yanking her head up and thrusting her lips against something very hot.
Cindy could only think of her pierced cherry, of the blood that had washed down her legs, of the wounds striping her buttocks and lower back. The girl was a zombie for a moment, feeling something very hard and hot pushing into her mouth.
Her eyes widening, Cindy realized that he was fucking her mouth! He was fucking her throat, pushing his veined prickmeat into her mouth while gripping her scalp.
It was so vile she could hardly stand it, breathing with raspy gasps, while Jack pumped faster and faster, his balls slapping her chin. He tore at her hair while pumping his hips faster and faster, his bloated prickhead pushing out the insides of her cheeks as he puffed and grunted with delight.
He shouted, his feet striking the front of the sawhorse while he ripped her head up and forward. He was blowing his wad in her mouth, sending in sticky white streamers of his boiling jizz until she gagged with it. It was all she could do to keep breathing. She could taste and smell his cum, while Jack rubbed his lower belly against her face and groaned.
"Yeah, baby, that's it for now," he said, slowly pulling his flaccid cock from her mouth.
Cindy felt the stringy cum sticking to her throat.
"You and your boyfriend get outta here. And," he added with a grin, unfastening the ropes around her ankles first, "this ain't gonna be the last time ol' Jack takes care of that sweet ass."
CHAPTER FOUR
Marie had tried to change her thinking. She had tried to deny the powerful dark feelings stirring in her.
Cindy had become more and more distant in the past week, jumping each time the phone rang and looking stricken. The girl had been missing school lately, pretending to be ill when Marie knew it was something else.
But Cindy wouldn't tell her what it was.
Marie bit her lip, feeling as if she were losing her daughter.
But other thoughts made her feel restless while her daughter pouted upstairs.
Marie had vowed she would never go back to Brad again. He had hurt her in ways she never had dreamed possible. She was sorry she'd answered his ad, but now the woman was less sure of her vow.
Now Marie could only think of the growing glow between her legs each time she thought of die big hunk who had marred her. Each time she looked at her whipped naked body in the privacy of her bathroom, Marie thought of the lash and licked her dry, pouty lips. He had touched same deep chord in her, one that perhaps had been better left alone. But once struck, that chord was taking over her life.
And even when she stood there on Brad's porch that evening, her fingers clenching and unclenching, Marie knew she could turn around and run. Yet, when she rapped once against the wooden door, she knew she had done a daring, naughty thing.
At first Brad seemed polite, almost chivalrous as he took her sweater and invited her to take a seat, making small talk. But soon the conversation took a sharp turn, his voice sounding more commanding.
Marie pushed herself back in the chair, finding her breath coming in sharp pants as she dug her fingernails into the soft blue material of the couch.
He pulled her roughly from the sofa, shoving her through the kitchen door, down the stairs, finally to his playroom. There was little ceremony in the way he'd stripped her to her bra and panties. Marie feeling her heart beating wildly as she stood there, giving in to the feelings racing through her body.
It was when her wrists were bound behind her that the woman had second thoughts about what she'd done.
Brad turned around, commanding Marie to sit on a small three-legged wooden stool reserved especially for her. There were rattling sounds, sounds that caught her attention.
Turning, Marie saw the man had taken out some toys, as he called them, from the cabinet. He dropped them – a clinking pile of leather and buckles. He held a short thick black leather strap.
Moving toward her, he bent down, slipping the cold strap around her ankles and buckling it tightly. Her toes began to tingle, and Marie wondered if she would be able to keep her balance once off the chair.