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Mother's Into S&M - Part one

"No! No! Don't whip me, Uncle Jim! Please, don't whip me!" Cori Foster
pleaded.

Her bare feet whipped back and forth against the dead autumn leaves.
It was cold outside, the night wind stirring the bare branches
overhead and whistling through the small grove of pines.

But Cori felt nothing but the sheer power of her terror as she hung
there from the overhead branch. Her naked asscheeks jiggled against
one another while she banged her knees painfully against the bark of
the tree trunk. Uncle Jim had dragged her out stark naked from the
shower by the hair, throwing her into the dirt and backhanding her
into a stunned semi-consciousness. When she shook off the stupor, Cori
found herself tied to the tree, the quarter inch line crisscrossed
around her wrists in figure eights biting painfully into her flesh.

He was drunk again. Uncle Jim was always mean when he was drunk. But
he had never abused her this badly before.

Twisting her head around Cori looked with rounded eyes at the half
naked man behind her. Shirtless, clad in jeans, he was reeling from
side to side, a rawhide whip dangling from one hand while he swigged
down yet another can of beer. Crushing the can with his fingers, he
flung it at the girl's head.

"Ow!"

Cori winced, doing her best to catch her breath as she swung there
from the tree. He had tied her tightly to the limb, making sure only
her toes dragged over the cold, hard ground. Cori moaned, pressing her
face against her upper arm as she felt her muscles relaxing and
pulling flat. Her arms ached, the throbbing radiating to her head.
Slowly, she felt her feet start to touch the ground. Uncle Jim was
burping and farting behind her, yelling at times, then cracking the
whip against the ground. They were miles from any house, miles from
civilization.
Oh, why had her mother thought it would be a nice vacation for her to
be out in the country?

"Been watchin' that nice little butt of yours. Too bad your mother
went home today. I could've tied you both up and whipped ass all
fuckin' night. But you'll be enough for now."

"No, no!" she whimpered, feeling the flesh around her aureoles wrinkle
while her nipples brushed painfully against the bark.

Cori froze, hearing the footsteps of her drunken uncle approach her
from behind. He stopped, curling his fingers around the back of her
neck and squeezing hard until she thought he would snap her neck.
Crying out, the girl snapped her head forward, banging her nose
against the tree.

Taking advantage of her fright, Jim twisted the whip around, shoving
the rounded leather handle up into her asshole.

"Awk!"

Never, never had she experienced anything that ... that awful! Cori
screamed, her knees jerking out like those of a frog, her thighs
wrapping around the tree trunk and sawing back and forth. It was
awful! And Uncle Jim was still pushing the handle up her ass, twisting
it around and around while swatting her bare ass with the flat of one
hand. Cori wept and screamed, her voice echoing through the pine
grove. She could feel the big thing being crammed up into her asshole
then slipping out until she thought he was going to yank out her
bowels! Her arm muscles knotted up as she tried to climb up to the
limb, to do anything to escape the dreadful tearing pain ripping
through her shitter.

"Like gettin' fucked in the ass? Lots of girls do. They get
butt-fucked and keep their cherries. Fools their boyfriends a lot."

Uncle Jim kept twisting the whip handle in her ass, reaching around
with one hand and working his fingers along her thighs until he was
feeling her pussy. Cori moaned, clenching her teeth tightly together
and shaking her head. No, no, this had to be some awful nightmare! She
was still a virgin. She had been a good girl, just like her mother had
instructed her to be. No boy had ever done anything like this to her.
And here was her own uncle, her mother's brother, savaging her like
this!

Uncle Jim pulled the handle out, sniffing at the smooth slick black
leather, then twisting it around until he was gripping it tightly.
Cori shivered, aware of the whistling wind chilling her flesh and
making it break out into goose pimples all over her naked body. Uncle
Jim staggered around a little more, dragging the leather whip behind
him like a tail.

Cori refused to look. It would only make her feel worse. Instead, she
concentrated on the thin rope binding her wrists together to the limb,
holding them prisoner while her feet swept back and forth against the
ground.

He stopped. Slowly, Cori twisted her head around, peering over her
shoulder. He had his legs apart, the whip in his right hand. She
watched him cock his arm back, the biceps bulging as he staggered
forward. For a moment, she thought he was going to fall. But he
regained his balance and brought the whip down.

Cori screamed, hearing the leather sizzling through the air before it
crashed between her jutting shoulder blades.

"Eaghghghghhhhhh!"

Cori's body snapped forward, her belly scr****g painfully against the
tree. She clenched her fingers around the white line holding her
wrists together, half hauling herself up from the base of the tree
while sobbing hysterically. Uncle Jim was laughing behind her, pleased
at his reaction.

"Yaghghhhhhhh!"

Another blow, this time right across her bare ass. Cori screamed
again, feeling the slicing heat explode across her ass and smash into
her belly and cunt. The rope was starting to cut into her wrists. All
her weight was suspended from those bonds while her legs swung back
and forth. In a moment Cori sagged downward once more, sobbing,
feeling the throbbing pain in her back match the ache in her violated
ass.
She shook her head, not understanding why her uncle was acting this
way. She had seen him leering at her during the day, especially when
her cousin Cindy wasn't around. But she thought that was her
imagination. How a member of her own family could act this way was
beyond her!

When Uncle Jim came up behind her again she felt him grabbing a
fistful of her long blonde hair, pulling it back so hard tears sprang
to her eyes.

"Uhhhhh, no, don't ... no more, no more hurt, Uncle Jim, no more!" she
muttered as the tension spread.

For a moment, Cori thought he was going to snatch the hair from her
scalp and leave her bald. The pain was horrid, her eyelids flickering.
He was pushing her up against the tree, forcing her cunt into the
bark. Cori let out a soft moan, feeling something very sharp poking
into her puffy cunt lips, rubbing up and down until ... until she was
starting to feel very warm and tight down there.

He pushed her forward harder, tugging at her hair until Cori could
feel the strands ripping from her scalp. She sobbed and shrieked
again, her muscles knotting while her legs kicked.

Suddenly, Uncle Jim let her go, backing away a few feet, and then bringing
down the whip against her shoulder. She screamed, fearing he had
sliced away a part of her flesh. Terrified to look, Cori stared
straight ahead, looking past the trunk of the tree to the house that
looked so warm and comfortable and inviting now.

He was in front of her now, holding the whip doubled, shaking it in
front of her eyes. In a moment, he slashed the leather across her
cheek. The force of that blow snapped her head to the side, the girl
choking on a stifled scream. She pulled back at the ropes, her legs
kicking down against the tree until her toenails shattered. The warm
trickle down her cheek told the teenager that he had done terrible
damage to her. She screamed like a wild woman now, her body jerking
and twisting as if electrified while her arms pulled madly against the
restraining line.

Uncle Jim liked her reaction, laughing and burping as she licked the
blood from the corner of her mouth. He jabbed the end of the whip
against her ribs hard now, calming her down with the threat of more
pain. In a flash, Cori's terror turned to terrible hatred.

"Why are you doing this? You bastard, why are you doing this to me? I
haven't done anything to you!"

“‘Cause you're a fuckin' bitch-like most of them teases around here.
All you can think about's fuckin'. Well, you're gonna get more than
your share right here," he said, grabbing hold of his crotch and
rubbing it.

Cori turned away, biting her lower lip and feeling herself utterly
lost. He was in no condition to reason with. All he wanted to do was
humiliate and hurt her. She could see that in his eyes. Trembling, she
looked up through the fine network of branches overhead. She could
make out a few stars and the moon as her uncle grabbed her by the
waist and twisted her around. Cori screamed, her wrists turning
around, the tiny bones cracking from the unnatural tension. In a
moment her arms were trapped like a pretzel, a dull throbbing ache
reaching out from her elbows into her shoulders.

Something popped in her arm as she felt her ass working back and forth
against the pine trees rough bark. One tiny sliver slipped into her ass
crack, creating a hot little shock.

Uncle Jim lashed the whip across her face, the leather stinging her
cheeks, leaving long red marks just under her high cheekbones. The
weapon came back again, sizzling through the air and striking her
forehead. Cori's head snapped back, banging hard into the tree. She
saw bright lights as her body slumped forward, her tits jiggling
together. Uncle Jim stopped for a moment, his breath short, wheezy,
uneven. Another sharp blow stung across the tops of her tits, reviving
the half-stunned girl. She screamed, struggling against the tree. Cori
could feel the bark tearing into her flesh, ripping her skin while her
heels beat savagely against the trunk.

"No, please, no! My mother will give you anything, Uncle Jim! Uh,
please, oh please, don't hurt me!" Cori shrieked, her head falling
forward.

Uncle Jim stopped, walking up to the girl and grabbing hold of her
hanging blonde hair. He jerked her head up, pulling the strands
hard again and tearing a few from her scalp. Cori winced, feeling the
sharp pain around her face and tits dulling to a throbbing ache. She
seemed to be in agony all over, hardly able to draw a breath without
shuddering. She blinked her eyes clear and saw a thin smile crossing
her uncle's fat, puffy face. He had something in mind. Cori tried to
clear her head. Something was up.

"You'll do anything? You'll make your mother do anything?"
Cori looked at him quizzically. "Wh ... what?"

"Your father's will. He left those mining interests up in Colorado to
you and your mother. They're yours now. That is, unless you sell them
to me. Or give them," he added with a wider grin.

"Interests? But Momma said they're worthless. She was gonna throw them
away," Cori whispered, her arms feeling as if they'd pull from her
shoulder at any second.

"Throw . . . she didn't, did she?"

His face grew anxious, his nostrils flaring as he pushed his face
against hers. Cori shook her head, remembering her mother putting the
certificates into the bottom bureau drawer. Maybe they weren't so
worthless, after all.

"Good. We'll talk later. But I want you to feel what'll happen later
if you don't cooperate. "

Uncle Jim grabbed her by her slim shoulders, pulling her down
purposely and twisting her body lightly from side to side to increase
the pressure against her wrists. Cori threw back her head and
screamed. She could feel her fingers going numb. As her nerves bruised
and parted, she screamed again, staring at her hideous uncle who still
laughed and grinned hellishly at her.

"No, don't, Uncle Jim! No, no, please!"

As hard as Cori tried to fight her uncle, she brought only more pain
to herself. When she tried pushing herself back up, her spine pressed
against the tree trunk, Cori felt the bark scr****g her flesh once
more. Wincing, the young teenager screamed out again at the big man in
front of her, calling him vile names. He seemed to revel in the filth,
bringing the doubled whip down across her nipples until they stung.
Twice, she felt the edge of the whip slice across her left nipple,
distending the brown nub and nearly ripping it from her tit. Kicking
her legs out, she wanted to wrap them around him, mash his cock and
balls until he would suffer as much as she was suffering. He kept back
from her now, lashing and beating at her, finally bringing the whip
down hard across her belly. "Aghhhhhh! "

Cori backed up, her ass slamming so hard against the tree trunk that
her spine nearly shattered from the force of that blow. A long red
welt erupted from her flesh, throbbing against her lightly tanned
skin. Uncle Jim growled, lost in the rugged rage of his excitement.
Swearing at her, the big man threw himself against her thighs,
pinching and grabbing at her flesh while pushing his mouth up against
her right nipple. Cori shrieked, feeling his front teeth sinking into
the half-inch long nipple, tearing at it while his fingers slithered
through her blonde cunt hair. With a powerful downward yank, he
ripped a fistful of her pussy curls from her cunt.

Cori let out another heart-rending scream as her legs kicked apart.
The pain between her thighs and his vicious biting were combining to
do something awful in her, something that made her cunt grow hotter
and hotter with each passing second.

Uncle Jim still whipped at her tits and belly. But his grabbing,
twisting hand moved more slowly on her cunt. He was feeling her up,
scr****g his fingertips around the sensitive spot between her outer
and inner cunt lips. The man's fingers excited her horribly, making her
shudder while the bark was biting deliciously into her bare ass. Cori
turned her head, afraid her uncle would see the growing lust in her
face. But Uncle Jim didn't have to study her eyes to read her
feelings. He smiled with satisfaction, pushing another finger into her
pussy while rubbing her clit with one thumb.

"So, now you don't find what I'm doing so bad, right?" he laughed.

"No, you ... you're awful! You should be shot for what you're doing to
me!" Cori cried.

"Maybe someday that'll happen," he said with a shrug. "But not before
I've got you crawlin' through the slime like the pig slut you are."
She trembled at his words, shuddering as he pushed his face between
her big tits and started biting until large blue marks appeared. It
was awful. Nothing, not even those sex education classes and all the
whispered gossip sessions with her girlfriends in the john had readied
Cori for this ordeal. The pain had turned into something different,
something deliciously wicked that took over her mind. She could feel
her cunt drooling from her excitement, the fluid running like a river
of molten lava in her cunt.

She found the bulge of his prick with her thigh. But when she tried to
knee him in the balls, Cori only slithered her leg up the side of his
rigid cock. She hated herself for failing. Hanging from the twisted
rope, she felt her shoulders twisting to press her tits against the
scrubby sides of her uncle's face.

"Yeah, that's it, baby! We're gonna have the time of our lives out
here."

Uncle Jim pulled back, his blue eyes half closed. A line of spit
trickled from his lower lip. Grinding his teeth, he stared at her and
unbuckled his belt, pushing his Levi's down to his ankles and stepping
out of them. Reaching up, he untied the ropes holding Cori to the
branch, backing up as she crashed to the ground and crumpled into a
heap at his feet.

"Uhf"

Kicking her in the ribs, Uncle Jim rolled her onto her ass, then
spread his legs on either side of her chest, squatting down until his
fat hairy ass pressed against her tits. Cori found herself staring at
his long thick cock, the cockhead about to brush her lips.
Instinctively flinching away, Cori felt his fingers wrap around her
hair and jerk her face up into his crotch. It was so sour smelling, so
awful she gagged and nearly threw up on his balls.

"Suck it, bitch! Suck my dick! Take it all the way down your
mother-fuckin' throat!"

Before Cori could think of what was happening, she felt her mouth
opening, felt his thick, hot prick shoving down over her throat until
his cock hairs tickled her nostrils. In and out, in and out he fucked
her mouth, tearing at her hair, nearly suffocating her with his
prickmeat until he let out a howl. She could taste the bleachy wash of
his jizz spattering over her tongue, choking her while his big thighs
shuddered against the sides of her skull. Cori sobbed, humiliated and
frustrated.

"Yeah, yeah . . . " Uncle Jim sighed, letting Cori go and rubbing his
prick across her cum smeared lips.

"Get up. We're gonna call your momma up later and make her think that
the best gift she can give her brother-in-law would be those mining
certificates."

Cori huddled into a tight fetal ball, shuddering, feeling her cunt
clenching as she thought of the whip and all the pain it would bring
if her mission should fail.

It was terribly wicked of her to do these kinds of things, Rhonda
Foster knew. But she couldn't stop herself once things had been set in
motion. Lying there in her own bed, feeling the rough hemp rubbing
painfully against her wrists, the attractive woman couldn't help but
work her ass from side to side. Rhonda felt her cunt lips slipping
against one another as the heat increased between her legs. The man
kneeling to her right was looping the rope around in a figure eight,
cinching it tightly around her flesh until she winced in pain. "Oh, I
think it's too tight," Rhonda said.

He looked down at her silently, his face dark with concentration.
"I'm ... sorry," she murmured.

She knew she shouldn't have spoken. Those were the rules of their
club. Complete submission when playing their little games. Rhonda had
only belonged to BISMAR for two months, hiding the meetings from her
daughter. This was the first time she had actually let one of the
members come to her home and do something to her. All the talk during
their meetings about dominance and submission had made her more and
more curious about doing something about those feelings stirring deep
inside her. That was why when she had taken Cori to the farm, she'd
returned to Los Angeles trembling and anxious. Jack Beddingfield was
there at her doorstep waiting for her, his handsome face threatening
and yet at the same time appealing ...

"Uh!"

He rolled her onto her right side, tightening the knot a little more,
then drawing her hands down until they were pressed against the small
of her back. She heard him digging around in the black leather bag he
had brought up with him from the first floor. Staring at the wall, she
felt the mattress sinking behind her as he put something over her face
for a moment. She felt him shoving it between her lips now, a rubber
ball pushing into her mouth. When Rhonda tried to protest, she felt a
knee in her back, the pressure making her open her mouth.

"Oh!"

The ball slipped in, fixed to her skull with two leather straps.
Rhonda panicked. Perhaps the game had already gone too far. All the
fine talk about S&M and the beauty of pain and discipline was starting
to fade from her mind. There was the harsh reality of being bound, of
having her arms pulled tightly behind her while this horrid thing was
crammed into her mouth. She tried pushing it out with her tongue,
gasping and jerking while tugging at the rope around her wrist.
Nothing.

Kicking her legs around, Rhonda managed to roll back on her ass,
shaking loose hair from her face. She was looking up at Jack, moaning
and gasping behind her gag.

Downstairs the phone was ringing, but Jack ignored it.

He slipped one hand down to her wrists, pulling her from the bed. She
cried out, digging her teeth into the rubber ball as a terrible
shooting ache exploded in her shoulders.

Tumbling head over foot, the young woman crashed onto the floor, her
ankles striking the bureau.

Things had definitely gone too far. Trying to struggle to her feet,
Rhonda felt completely disoriented. The ringing phone seemed to be
coming from inside her skull. She drew her feet under her ass,
pressing her spine against the wall in an attempt to raise herself.

Jack was on her in a second, shoving her body back to the floor, then
grabbing her foot and wedging it between his thigh and belly. He had
something in his other hand, a long metal bar with cuffs on either
end. Leg irons! She screamed through the gag, pushing back with her
legs. This was crazy! Insane! She never should have joined that silly
club to begin with!

Rhonda felt her bare ass frictioning against the blue carpeting while
she tried wriggling away from her tormentor. Impossible! Jack held her
more firmly than ever, swinging the bar around until the top of the
cuff clamped hard over her ankle. In another moment, Rhonda felt the
iron restraint snap shut, trapping one leg firmly in its grasp. "Mmmfmfmmfmffffff!"

Her eyes rounded while dots of perspiration broke out on her wrinkled
forehead. She felt her belly churn as Jack grabbed her other leg and
held it firmly, clamping the iron cuff around that ankle. It was done.
Rhonda winced, feeling the tight rusty iron bands biting into her
flesh while the metal rod kept her legs f******n inches apart.

Muttering with satisfaction, Jack pulled Rhonda to her feet, keeping
her bent over at the waist. She was in no condition to fight him, she
thought to herself, her blonde hair curtaining her flushed face. He
was going to do more to her. He was going to **** her right here in
the bedroom. Fine. He would soon grow tired of her and untie her. This
would be the last she would have anything to do with this crazy club!

"Ughhhfffff!"

He was slipping something around her throat, something smooth and
tight. A collar! She felt him buckling it behind her neck, then
threading a length of rope through a small hook in the front to the
center of the metal bar at her ankles. Pulling it taut, Jack made
certain Rhonda would remain bent over, her ass high in the air as he
cinched the line tightly around the iron rod.

"Yeah, that's it," he whispered, smoothing one hand over her spine.
She cringed, feeling his hands slip over her exposed asscheeks. No man
since her husband had touched her back there. She flushed beet red,
her heart exploding with horror and excitement as Jack's fingers slid
over her pussy, then tickled her asshole.

"Yaghhghhghhfffff!"

He slapped her hard, his open-palmed hand nearly knocking her
head-first down onto the floor. She staggered about, the iron bar
keeping her from moving too well. The cuffs were slicing into her
ankles now as she tried to balance and steady herself.

"Nice ass, real nice ... "

Another slap, this one across her ass. Rhonda felt hot tears welling
up in her eyes while her nostrils flared with her indignation.
Blinking her eyes, the woman felt the stinging hot warmth spreading
outward from her ass to her belly and cunt. Jack was fingering her
again, dipping his forefinger into her pussy.

Moving around, the big man started working both hands over her
asscheeks, pinching them, spreading them even further apart, kneading them while rubbing his hot cock-bulge over her ass. She squealed into the rubber gag, biting
into the disgusting ball until she thought she would vomit with
horror. He slapped her again, beating her ass with his fingers, then
slipping them back into her pussy until she felt her cunt muscles
clamping with arousal.

"C'mon. Let's go for a walk," Jack said.

It was humiliating, not to mention nearly impossible to move in this bent over
position. Carefully, Rhonda waddled forward, one step at a time, her
toes brushing over the carpeting as she waddled past the bureau toward
the opened door. Her tits pressed against her upper thighs while her
wrists and upper arms ached terribly! It was all she could do to keep
from sobbing out loud as she moved through the doorway and out into
the cooler hall. Her long hair swept over the tops of her feet as she
continued to push one foot in front of the other, the iron bands
rubbing her ankles raw by this time.

"That's it, right to the stairs."

She stopped. No, she wasn't going to set herself up for that one. All
sorts of strange images flashed through her mind now, none of them
particularly pleasant, as Jack kicked her hard in the ass. She
grunted, pitching forward, banging her head against the wall. Still,
Rhonda refused to budge.

"Stubborn as a mule, eh? Thought you'd be that type at the meeting,"
Jack said with some pleasure, moving around and grabbing her by the
hair.

Rhonda shouted around the gag as she felt him grab a fistful of her
hair and pull forward. She screamed again, pitching forward, waddling
with her leg bands as he tore strands from her scalp. Salty tears
sprang from her eyes, running down her flushed cheeks as she moved
forward reluctantly. He pulled her like a horse around the corner,
stopping as she poised herself at the top of the stairs.

"Now, we go down."

She stared wide-eyed at the steps, pushing back with all her might.
She felt him pushing her down, his hands shoving hard against her ass.
Tensing, her muscles like iron, Rhonda moved one leg down, her body
pitching dangerously to the right. She felt her shoulder strike the
banister hard, her body leaning heavily against the wall as she
dragged her other foot down. One step! She had made only one step
down, and she was already exhausted.

Rhonda was about to try for the second step when she felt Jack's hands
on her hips once again.

"Too slow, man. We'll be here all fuckin' night. Here, I'll help."
He pushed her forward, grabbing her at times as she pitched downward,
losing her balance and half-rolling, half-falling down the stairs with her exposed ass going end over end.
He made certain her neck and head didn't strike any of the steps, keeping
her upright, her body spinning and toppling as she thudded down the
stairs.

Rhonda collapsed onto the marble floor, her body black and blue from
the fall. He was crazy. They were all crazy. He was going to kill her
here, and her daughter would find her when she returned from the
country! Afraid to move one inch, Rhonda tried to regain her breath,
feeling every inch of her body aching.

He left her there for a while, rushing back upstairs for his bag of
devilish toys. When he returned, Rhonda had managed to crawl toward
the door with snake-like movements, her head resting on the step. She
was beating the molding with her forehead and screaming as loudly as
she could, her knees bent up to her tits as she stared wild-eyed at
him.
Jack dropped the bag, rushing over to her and pulling her back by the
ankles. Dragging the woman into her kitchen, he held her with one
hand, opening the oven and turning it on.

Immediately she felt a blast of dry heat rush over her naked body.

"You want that, baby? You want me stuffin' you in there until you're
good and baked?"

Rhonda fought back, struggling against his hard grip as she felt the
burning increase more and more around her face and tits. He had her
halfway inside the oven now. She could see the blue flames below her
while the smell of gas nearly made her faint. The door was starting to
burn her tits as she squirmed her ass against his crotch. Yes, he was
hard, his prick throbbing against the front of his Levi's while he
tried shoving her into the oven.

"Maybe now you'll be a little more cooperative, huh?"

Jack pulled her back, hooking one finger under the collar and leading
her back into the living room. Rhonda wanted to lie down. He kept her
standing and bent over, leading her to the couch, then backing away
for a moment. She heard a snapping sound and was about to turn around
when a terrible flash of pain exploded over her ass. There was the
sound of leather smacking flesh. He was whipping her, reddening her
asscheeks with some terrible weapon.

Rhonda bit into the rubber ball, letting out a muffled shriek as she
pitched forward. The leg bands again made it nearly impossible for her
to keep her balance. She felt herself sagging the floor and only
another blow, this time to her inner thigh kept the woman from
completely collapsing.

"Uhhhhh! "

When Rhonda turned around and peered over one shoulder, she saw he was
holding a short riding crop in his right hand, the leather strips
dangling threateningly from the rounded tip. trying to fill Rhonda
jerked her head cocked his arm back her lungs with air as Jack and
brought the weapon down hard a second time.
"Yaghhhh!"

The crop came down again and again, hitting the inner rounded curves
of her asscheeks, then finally working its way into her split. She
could feel the thongs yanking her shitter out of shape, the tips
biting into her asshole, setting off wild fires of delight and pain.

And then Jack concentrated on her pussy, purposely aiming the leather
on either side of her puffy pussy lips. She winced, screaming and
pitching forward. Her body fell hard onto the sofa, twisting around
and making it difficult for him to beat her ass. Swearing, he grabbed
her hair and twisted, tearing more strands from her scalp and pushing
her forward until she was squatting once more, bent over, her
reddened, whip-striped ass high in the air. He kept on with the pussy whipping….

"Uh! Ahhh! Mmmmffff!"

Rhonda was gagging on her own spit, chewing down on the ball again and
again while her thighs trembled from pain and horror. Jack noticed
this and brought the crop down hard against her rippling thigh
muscles. All her nerve endings were aroused and tingling as he brought
the crop down next against her spine, cracking the leather again and
again while fingering her cunt. She grunted, his knuckles pressing
against her clit while his fingers ****d her fuck-hole.

Jack stopped for a second, wiping his forehead with the back of one
hand, then gripping the base of the crop more tightly. He brought the
leather thongs down across her ass, making the flesh blaze red until
Rhonda thought she would faint from the pain. The hissing, whistling,
clacking sound of the five black leather thongs combined with her
muffled screams. The tempo of the beating seemed to increase in both
speed and intensity.

Rhonda could only howl like a mad woman, her ass jerking up and down,
her flesh growing red and purple with welts while cunt juice bubbled
from her pussy and ran down her inner thighs. She wriggled her ass,
her buns so very hot from the thrashing.

Just when she thought she would faint from the agony, Jack stopped,
moving up to her and cinching the crop around her throat. He pulled
back, the leather thongs tightening around the collar and pressing
into her windpipe.

"Nnnnfnnffff!"

Rhonda's eyes bulged, her nostrils flaring while her lungs nearly
burst from lack of oxygen. Struggling, feeling her legs move back and
forth in those horrid leg irons, Rhonda sucked in spit instead of
oxygen. She was dying, the world seeming to spin.

Jack released her, letting her crumple to the floor, coughing and
gagging around the rubber ball. There was movement behind her. Jack
was picking her up again, pushing her up against the sofa while still
keeping her ass high in the air. All her senses were confused. She
felt him pawing her ass again, spreading the asscheeks while he stuck
fingers simultaneously in her asshole and cunt. He sawed them back and
forth, fucking her, making her grunt like a stuck pig before yanking
them out. She jerked and shivered against the sofa, hoping she would
die.

It was then she heard the rasping sound of his zipper going down, then
his jeans went down around his ankles.

"Man, good hot ass!"

He had his fingers wrapped around her jutting hipbones, her ass
pressed against his hairy groin as he rubbed his prick back and forth
over her sweaty asscrack. He was pinching her black and blue, kneading
her flesh, then gathering it up into tiny balls and squeezing them
between his fingers. When she squealed with pain, he pulled back,
pressing his bloated prickhead up against her cunt.

It was a fire Rhonda had never expected to feel! All the pain, all the
horror, all the degradation seemed to combine now in a wonderful hot
sensation, driving her up the wall as Jack moved in and fucked his
eight thick inches of cockmeat into her cunt. She was panting hard,
feeling her pussy walls expanding itchily for the fat cockrod. It had
been so very, very long since a man had fucked her. And she certainly
had never had a man fuck her this way. The ropes slicing into her
wrists, the irons chafing her ankles, the collar, the beating
everything was adding to her arousal.

"Ugh!" she grunted.

Jack was fucking her harder now, his crotch beating her nearly as
savagely as his crop had. Shoving his prick in, pressing his thumbs
against the inner curves of her asscheeks, he rode her down, down onto
the floor.

"Damn slut! Man, you're good and hot! Christ! I thought I'd fucked 'em
all in my life. But shit! You take the cake, baby!"

Rhonda felt her cunt catch fire, her clit shrinking back while her
pussy walls tightened like a vise over his fucking prick. Jack slapped
her several times, finally hunching over her and biting the nape of
her neck. She could feel his prick expanding, ballooning and jerking
around in her pussy. He was going to do it, going to cum in her while
hurting her this way.

When she felt him shudder mightily, Rhonda bit hard into the rubber
ball, twisting and bobbing her ass while sweat oozed from her
forehead. She was cumming, feeling the heat explode between her
shivering thighs. Again and again, her cum-smeared cunt walls
clasped at the jizz-spitting prick, holding it while Jack's balls
pumped more and more white-hot jizz into her fuck-hole.

When it was over, Rhonda felt herself prone on the floor, curled
halfway under the glass topped coffee table. Jack had already pulled
the ball-gag from her mouth and was releasing her ankles from the
cuffs. He was humming some country tune, not even paying her much
attention while retrieving his toys.

"I'll never do this again ... never," Rhonda said bitterly, refusing
to look at him.

"That's what they all say ... at first," Jack said with a laugh,
swatting her playfully on the ass.

"No, Daddy! What are you doing? You promised you wouldn't do that
anymore, not after Mommy died! No, no, don't!"

It was awful. Cori clapped her hands over her ears as she stood there
naked and watched her cousin Cindy struggle with Uncle Jim. He finally
pushed Cindy away, slapping her twice, then backhanding her until she
collapsed onto the wooden floor.

"You're all alike, damn it!" he snarled, kicking the door closed. "You
can squat there and cry with your damned cousin till I'm ready for
you. And you're gonna try callin' Rhonda again."

Cori hugged her body with both thin arms, afraid to make one sound as
she listened to her cousin sobbing quietly in the far corner. Cori
felt as if she'd just uncovered some dreadful family secret.
Guilt-ridden, she waited until Cindy's sobs had abated, then slid over
the splintery cold floor to the near-hysterical teenager.

"I ... I'm so sorry, Cindy. I don't know what came over your father. I
was watching TV and..."

Cindy put one hand up in the air acid shook her head.

"He got like this just before my mother died. I don't know why, but
he's really crazy. He's even gotten some of the guys around here
interested in ... in doing horrid things to women."

"He didn't ... " Cori couldn't finish. A terrible thought rose in her
mind, one that made her skin crawl.

"Uh? No! He didn't kill Momma. I don't even think she knew what was
going on around here at the end. I'm glad she died when she did,"
Cindy said bitterly, turning her head from Cori and sobbing.

"Oh, God! He's done ... things to you, too?"

Cindy nodded, her sobs quieting.

"I don't know what to do. He just gets crazy.

And then the others join him."

Cori thought about what her uncle had said. "Did he ever mention
something about mining certificates?"

Cindy shook her head, pushing the brown hair from her eyes.

"No. Wait! Something ... yes, something about a mine up north or out
west. I don't know. Oh, it's awful!"

The two girls hugged one another, cringing when they heard the sound of
a footstep near the shed Uncle Jim had pushed them in. Cori heard her
uncle's boots scr****g toward the door. She drew back, instinctively
feeling her jaw that still hurt from the awful mouth-fucking she had
endured. Swallowing hard, the blonde teenager thought she could still
taste the jizz that had spattered over her tongue while Uncle Jim had
held her by the ears and fed her more and more of his prickmeat.

The door swung open. There he stood, a little more sober than before.
Of course, three hours had passed, three long hours in which his
daughter had come home and discovered what he had done.

"Out ... both of you."

Cori staggered to her feet, shielding her eyes from her uncle's bright
flashlight. It was dark outside now, and the lights were on in the
nearby house. Cori swept the long hair from her eyes, only to feel her
uncle's hand press roughly against her upper back. Shoving her
forward, Uncle Jim thrust one foot in front of her, tripping the
terrified young girl. Cori pitched forward, falling flat on the ground
with a dull thud. Scrambling to her feet, she tried to run for the
house. Cindy was crying out something behind her when she felt her
uncle's fist come down heavily against her back. The blow drove her
down into the ground once more, her legs flying out to either side
while sounds of slaps echoed through the night air from behind her.

"No, Daddy! No, don't ... uhhhhh! Oh, you're hurting me!"

Cori felt herself wallowing in mud like a pig, her arms and belly
covered with the brown slime. Coughing, Cori started to push
herself from the ground when she felt something very hard pressing
against the back of her neck. Her elbows buckled from the pressure as
she fell back to the dirt, her arms out to either side. Uncle Jim had
the sole of his black leather engineering boot down against her neck,
rubbing it back and forth, forcing the teenager down into the mud.

Cindy was begging her father to stop, beating him on the shoulders,
then trying to pull him away while he rubbed the boot back and forth
over Cori's neck. Cori thought surely he would kill her. Mud oozed
into her mouth as she struggled under the big man.

"Uh, no, don't!"

Uncle Jim pressed his heel against the nape of her neck. Cori could
feel the hard leather scr****g her flesh, then moving down until it
was between her shoulders. He kicked her hard there, then brought the
pointed tip of his boot to her ass. Cori squawked, feeling the filthy
leather pressing in against her asshole. She lurched forward, her
knees and elbows digging into the mud as her belly slid over the
slime.

Cindy was screaming again, then the sound of a loud slap rang out. The
brunette shrieked, then fell to the ground.

Cori started to turn around to see what had happened, and she received
a hard kick in the belly.

"Oooooffff!"

The girl doubled over, her knees jerking up to her tits while her arms
flew out in front of her. Again, Uncle Jim kicked her, this time his
boot landing across her naked ass. Cori screamed, free for the moment,
crawling toward the house. Her mind reeled dizzyingly. Where was she
going to go? How could she escape? The only thing that mattered for
the time being was getting away from her awful uncle.

Uncle Jim had reached down and caught Cori by her hair, yanking her
head up from the mud and holding it high above the ground while
pushing his face against hers. How she loathed him! She wanted to spit
in his mouth but was terrified of what his reaction would be. Jim
studied her for a moment then let go, moving around to his moaning
daughter, who was sitting up, rubbing her injured jaw.

Cori stared blankly as he bent over and grabbed hold of Cindy's dress
with one hand. Deftly, he ripped the garment from his daughter,
leaving her squatting in the dirt wearing only her pink panties and
matching bra. The girl shrieked in horror, throwing her slender arms
around her jiggling tits while scooting back from her father.

Jim looked back at Cori as if to warn her not to move, then stood
spread-legged over Cindy, slapping her several times, then tearing her
bra and panties off. Cori looked the other way, feeling as if this
whole scene were unreal. Her own family, acting this way!

"All right, both of you-this way."

Uncle Jim motioned to the back yard that sloped gently down from the
house to a small cluster of utility buildings barely visible now in
the dark. He made the girls crawl on their hands and knees. Cindy had
stopped crying, her jaw set firmly as she stared ahead. Her small tits
jiggled against her heaving chest as she moved like an a****l next to
Cori. Uncle Jim followed the young girls, slapping their asses at
times, drawing grunts from Cori but nothing from his daughter.
She's been through this before, Cori thought grimly to herself.
When they reached a point midway between the house and the buildings,
Uncle Jim barked for them to stop. Cindy still didn't look at her
cousin while remaining in that doggie position.

He's going to fuck us, she thought, that mad idea racing through her
mind.

"Get up."

Slowly, Cori rose, feeling the mud sliding down her arms, her thighs,
her face. She trembled with anger and humiliation, unable to look
either Cindy or her uncle in the face. She could feel some of the
brown slime easing past her cunt lips, drooling through her pussy
hairs.
What was he doing? Cori wanted to ask Cindy who stood quietly by her
side, her arms slightly extended in front of her as if begging her
father silently to stop this. He was fumbling around with something
near the house, then coming back toward them. Stopping, he dropped
something on the ground, they walked up to the two girls.

"Down on your knees and lick my boots, now! "

There was no mistaking the authoritarian note in his voice. Cindy
didn't hesitate at all, wiping her eyes with the back of one hand and
dropping to the dirt. Cori thought it was wise for her to do the same,
shaking the loose hair from her face and kneeling in front of her
uncle.

"Now lick those fuckin' boots clean ... both of you."

Lick them? The thought revolted Cori as she stared at the filthy
leather in front of her. But she knew hesitation might prove fatal.
Cindy looked at her sideways, then bent over, her tongue sticking out.
Yes, she'd done this before. This was what she'd implied in that shack
about her father going mad. Bending over, feeling her tits swing
lightly out, Cori began licking her tongue gingerly over the tops of
his boots. Maybe if she just cleaned the black leather around his shoe
laces he would be pleased. Maybe he would just watch his daughter,
unaware that Cori was trying to cheat.

But no. Uncle Jim was very observant. He let the girl tease her tongue
around the laces for a minute. Then Cori felt his big paws grabbing
her head, pushing it down hard against the side of his boot. Cori
screamed, her lips flattening against the filthy shoe gutter. She
could taste dirt and something vile easing into her mouth. It was
making her sick, her belly rumbling while the sour bile began rising.
She braced her hands on either side of his spread legs, fighting the
hands pressing down on the back of her skull. Uncle Jim was laughing
at her, rubbing her lips back and forth over his boots, then pushing
her face down farther until her tongue was scr****g the sides of his
heels.

"That's it, baby, wash it down, lick my boots real clean. I wanna see
that tongue workin' or I'm gonna crush that sweet little head of
yours!"

Cori moaned as she did as she was told. There was little left for her,
hearing Cindy's mouth busily working over her father's boots. She drew
her tongue across the heel, twisting her head away for a moment and
spitting out the mixture of filth and spit. She thought she was going
to vomit when her uncle pushed her mouth up against the back of his
heel. Cori could smell something like shit wafting up her nostrils.
"That's good, real good. You cleaned me up real nice."

He let her go, throwing the teenager back into the dirt while Cindy
knelt there, her hand over her mouth, her belly convulsing while she
made gagging sounds.

"Stupid little slut!" he grunted, backhanding his daughter and sending
her body rolling end over end down the long, low hill.

Cori was about to rush to her cousin's aid when she felt Uncle Jim's
hand grab her shoulder and push her back. Sitting there in the filth,
Cori twisted her head again and spat onto the ground. It was wretched
he should do something like this to her and his own daughter. Drawing
one hand across her mouth again, Cori watched him saunter back up to
the house and grab something. Narrowing her eyes she could see it was
a hose. For a moment she thought he was going to grab a garden hose
leaning against the house and hit her with it. Her soft blue eyes
hardened and she set her mouth in a tight line. She was going to be
tortured again.

"No!"

The sound of her own voice startled even Cori as she crouched there,
waiting for the next horror. Uncle Jim wasted no time, reaching back
and twisting the nozzle.

"Oh!"

A blast of water smashed into Cori's ribcage. Opening her mouth in
surprise, she fell backward into the mud, her ass sliding back and
forth while her heels dug into the filth.

"No, don't ... ohhhh!"

Cori glared at him. She summoned enough energy to spit in his
direction. But the effort made the next blast of water catch her
unaware. While trying to get up, Cori fell forward, feeling the blast
of water catch her ankles, that force upending her. Cori fell heavily
onto the mud with a sloppy sound, her tits jiggling while Uncle Jim
played the steady stream back and forth on her slick body.

The girl tried to struggle to her feet again. But Uncle Jim liked her
on the ground. He directed the stream at her crotch purposely. The
water hit like a tiny little hammer on the girl's sensitive pussy
flesh, opening her cunt lips and setting a lusty flash of fire on her
clit. Cori was horrified, doubling up while her mouth opened wide.
That erotic blast of pleasure nearly paralyzed her. She fell back onto
the dirt, her hands braced slightly behind her ass while her thighs
rippled and ridged from the delight coursing through her veins.

"No!"

Cori tried to deny the delight she felt, shaking her head while
crawfishing back. When she couldn't get away from the water, the
teenager rolled onto her belly, trying to hide her pussy from the
strong stream. Her long blonde hair tangled around her neck, catching
under her shoulders.

Then Uncle Jim shot the water straight up between her long thighs,
laughing when he caught his niece hunching back at it.

"You dumb slut! You're all dumb sluts, but you take the cake."

Cori gasped, her eyes wide with horror as her skin reddened under the
watery attack. She turned around, her hands in front of her face as
the water splashed mud into her eyes and mouth. In another moment, the
girl was on her back, kicked over by Jim. It was becoming a muddy lake
quickly around the young girl wallowing in the filth.

Sobbing, Cori felt the water blasting against her tits. Her nipples
were driven downward into the tingly flesh of her tits. She could feel
each big tit aching with arousal, matching the throbbing going through
her pussy at the same time.

Cori's face twisted up into a mask of concentration as she tried
pushing those horrid feelings to one side. Why was she experiencing
those awful sensations between her legs? The shame of feeling herself
crawling around like that and rutting right in front of her uncle made
her want to die right then and there! When she tried rolling onto her
belly once more, Uncle Jim slapped her hard, knocking her back into
the mud.

"Uhhhhh!"

Cori felt the slime oozing around her ass and shoulder blades, the mud
pushing into her shitter and cunt while Uncle Jim stepped around and
shot more water into her cunt hole. The incredibly heavy rush of the
stream on her clit and the sensitive flesh around it made the teenager
hunch her hips up and down in a fucking movement.

"Yeah, all the same," Jim muttered, stepping back and laughing even
harder when Cori covered her cunt with her hands.

He brought the stream up to her face, hitting her mouth and nostrils
with it and nearly drowning Cori. The young girl coughed, twisting
around, covering her face with both hands protectively and leaving her
cunt unprotected.

Twisting the hose to one side for the moment, Uncle Jim waded into the
muddy lake, his boots making soft sucking sounds in the filth.
Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of her cunt hairs, tearing them
from the hot, swollen flesh and making Cori yelp and shriek.

He stepped back, bringing the hose back to her cunt and sending the
stream splashing into her hot pussy hole. Cori sobbed, putting her
fist to her mouth and gnawing on her knuckles. No matter how much the
hosing aroused her, she couldn't let her uncle see her starting to
cum. She could feel the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow
opening and closing of her cunt muscles milking against one another.
And when she twisted her hips, seeking out the stream, she knew it was
only a matter of seconds. She was breathing heavily, her tits rising
and falling while the hot tight feeling between her legs rose to an
incredible degree.

Uncle Jim was rubbing his crotch with one hand, moving the stream back
and forth, up to her tits, then back to her cunt. Cori lay there,
sobbing and coughing, her shoulder blades wallowing in the mud while
her knees fell apart. Uncle Jim was shouting out something, laughing
at her as she writhed there in the muddy lake, agonized by the cunty
onslaught against her tingling nerves. She knew her mind was fading
out even as she tried to regain some control over her body. The sound
of the splashing water drowned out his laughter and cursing. She
rolled over, her tits pillowing in the mud while the stream blasted
against her spasming asshole.

"Noooo!"

But her denial was useless. She was struggling against herself,
fighting an overwhelming wave of climax that crushed her into the dirt
more powerfully than anything her uncle could have dreamed of. Cori
strangled on her sobs, her breath driven out by her exploding climax.
The teenager clawed her way through the dirt as if trying to get away
from the terrifying power of her own orgasm.

Where was Cindy? Cindy was over the hill somewhere, possibly dead,
while Cori was cumming with her own uncle.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

The water splashed at Cori's shoulders, pinning her to the ground. She
collapsed, giving herself up to the wild climax exploding in her cunt
as the world darkened around her and she fell into a sudden silence.

Rhonda hung up the phone, her forehead creased with worry and
confusion. Cori had seemed so happy to be spending some time with her
favorite cousin Cindy. And now ... well, there was definitely
something strained about her voice, something that Rhonda picked up
on. What was the matter? She told her daughter she would come up on
her request the following evening, but she couldn't come up tonight
the night when once more she was going to give in to those feelings
she thought she'd conquered only yesterday.

Jack had called her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to, as he said,
"whip her ass raw."

And though Rhonda knew she should have slammed the phone down after a
few well chosen words, she couldn't. Even as her memories of that
night when he had roped and ****d her like a common street slut burned
in her mind, Rhonda could only think of getting more. Her mind was so
taken with that possibility that she chose to ignore the obvious
nervousness of her daughter's voice, putting off the trip so that she
might visit Jack and check out what he called his playroom.

The word sounded too innocent to be true, Rhonda thought as she
slipped behind the wheel and backed her Mercedes from the drive. Her
mind whirled at the possibilities as she threaded her way through the
evening rush-hour traffic. Rhonda nearly ran two lights as she tried
to concentrate on her driving, her mind racing ahead to Jack's house
and what he might have in store for her.

Pulling in front of the deteriorating two-story house, Rhonda leaned
forward and checked the address he had given her. Yes. This was it.
Looking nervously about, she slid from the car, walking hesitantly up
the curving walk to the front door. Her heart raced madly as she heard
dogs barking next door. From across the street, she could hear Mexican
salsa music coming from a darkened house. Rapping lightly on the door,
Rhonda half hoped Jack wouldn't be there.

"Good, right on time! I like a woman who's not draggin' her ass ...
unless I make her do it. Come on in, Rhonda."

Jack backed away from the torn screen in the door. Rhonda gripped the
handle, wondering how on earth she had ever become involved with
people like this. What was so odd, so strange was that she could have
walked away from them so easily. But she chose not to walk away.
Stepping into the darkened room, she immediately wrinkled up her nose.
There was the smell of stale tobacco and strong liquor hanging in the
air like a foul perfume. She stopped, her heart skipping beats. They
weren't alone!

"Who ... who are they?" she asked.

"Friends, buddies. You don't think I'm the only one in the club, do
you?"

"No, of course not," Rhonda said in a low tone as her gaze quickly
moved from one man to another. They all stared at her, the three of
them nodding a greeting.

"I told 'em about you, that you were the hottest chick to come around
for a long time. We've been puttin' out these ads," Jack said,
scratching up a paper from the table and waving it in front of her
face. "And you've been the prize catch so far."

"No, I don't think ... I don't think I want to do this."

Jack had been enough for her before. How could she possibly handle
three of these men, plus him? And yet her body was betraying her.
The tips of her tits were so hard they were about to poke through her
bra. Her moistening cunt lips curled and shivered while her clit popped
up full and hard. She curled her fingers into two fists, trying to
appear cool and even a little offended at Jack's crude remarks.

"I thought it would be just the two of us, Jack. I wasn't expecting a
circus," she said, eyeing the other men nervously while feeling her
heart beating hard.

Jack wasn't put off by her change in attitude. His lips curled in
sardonic amusement while his white teeth gleamed like polished ivory.
Rhonda was feeling less and less sure of herself, and she wondered
about simply bolting from the house while she still could.

"You don't get to choose around her, once you cross that door, that
is."

Rhonda's eyes flashed over Jack's body. He was even bigger than she
remembered him. What did he do for a living? He could have been a body
builder if it weren't for his rough-looking face.

"Now, you're gonna give us a whole lot of fun. Right, Rhonda?"

He slammed the door behind her, making her jump as if he'd fired a
pistol. Rhonda whirled around, staring at him, pressing her fists
tightly against her thighs. Her pussy spasmed as she thought about the
other night and how good it had felt when he finally fucked her. Why
were these other men here? Were they going to spoil everything?

"No! No, I won't! I'm not going to entertain your friends. Let me go,"
she said with determination, heading for the door.

Jack's face darkened, something that made the woman freeze in her
tracks. Her right hand fluttered to her neck as she backed away,
terrified he would strike her. With a quick downward movement, he
brought one hand down, his fingers wrapping around her upper arm and
keeping her prisoner. Rhonda winced, dropping her purse as she bent
over and squirmed with pain.

"Don't ever, ever think you can sass me and get away with it, missy.
You're nothin' here. Understand me, bitch?"

It was starting! Rhonda felt her knees knocking against one another.
He shoved her forward through the kitchen doorway roughly, slamming
her against the stove.

"You're ... you're hurting me!" she cried, her face blanching while
her eyes narrowed in pain.

Twisting her around, Jack pushed her belly against the stove then
shoved her head down against one of the gratings on top of the stove.
Rhonda cried out, her nose flattening against the chipped enamel top
of the stove, her legs kicking out against Jack's.

Two of the men staggered into the kitchen and roared their approval,
half drunk on wine. Jack muttered something, then reached around and
turned a little black dial. In an instant a small blue flame shot up
from the center of the grating, singeing her eyebrows and hair.

"Ahhhh, no!"

Rhonda panicked, her eyes rounding while she bucked and thrashed.
Fire! Flames in her face! He would disfigure her for life! Her dress
tore against the oven door while her feet slipped from her black high
heels. Jack pushed her up a little more, shoving her face closer to
the steady blue flame. Rhonda could hear crackling, could smell the
sharp aroma of burning hair.

"Now, you get me, bitch? You try anything I don't allow, and I'm gonna
burn your fuckin' face off, get it?"

Rhonda slumped weakly against the top of the stove, a sign she had
surrendered. Jack grinned, pulling her up slowly from the burner and
shutting off the flame. His fingers slid up the back of her straight
black dress, toying with the zipper tab before pulling it down with a
ripping sound. Rhonda stiffened, fighting back as she felt her garment
slackening around her shoulders.

"Damned feisty slut!" he growled, slapping her hard across the
face. Rhonda screamed, her head jerking to the left from the force of the
blow. She backed away from him, rubbing her flushed cheek, still
feeling the hot sting of the blow. Some of the men laughed at her, one
of them grabbing hold of her dress and tearing it down.

The woman screamed again, clutching wildly at the frayed ends of her
dress, holding it tightly against her body. She was terrified,
realizing her situation was completely out of control. Hands stretched
out, grabbing at her, pinching her, tearing her dress even more until
she had nothing but a tattered rag gathered in her fingers.

"Man, she's got one fuckin' good body," a tall blond man said,
slapping Rhonda hard across her ass. There was more laughter as the
man watched her ass and tits jiggle, her gaze roving around wildly,
searching for some escape path. The tall blond guy took a beer from
his buddy and spilled it on himself, wiping his face with the back of
one hand and laughing all the harder at his own carelessness.

"Hey, man, you're really sloppy tonight. Must be all that fuckin'
booze you've been mixing. Hey, you, clean him up," Jack said, shoving
Rhonda toward the blond.

She stared at the big man with disgust, her eyes taking in his stringy
hair, his dirty Levi's. He looked as if he'd crawled all the way to
Los Angeles from Oklahoma. She backed away, drawing one hand over her
face, feeling terribly naked in front of all these men. Her dress fell
from her hand.

"No, I ... uh! "

Jack backhanded her, his knuckles crashing hard against her chin.
Rhonda's head whipped to one side, her hair splashing over her face
while her knees buckled. For a moment, she thought she would black
out. But something kept her conscious as she staggered around. Hands
reached up and cupped her asscheeks, squeezing and kneading the white
flesh through her pink panties until Rhonda screamed from the pinching
pain. She nearly pissed on herself from the growing terror, and
someone else slapped her hard on her ass.

Across the street the salsa music grew louder.

They must be used to this, she thought, guessing she would get no help
from the neighbors. Steadying herself, Rhonda straightened herself and
slapped back at the grabbing, offending hands.

While she was fending off a fat redheaded man trying to pull her bra
down from her tits, Jack moved up behind her, his hands pressing down
on her narrow shoulders. She felt her knees buckling again, this time
from the force of his hands. She bent her knees, sobbing softly as she
sank down to the filthy carpet. There were disgusting stains all
around her, stains she would rather not think about.

The blond stud came up to her, swaying drunkenly, still holding a can
of Mexican beer in his hand. He was starting to bend the aluminum with
his fingers, looking down at her and licking his lips. She was
terrified of what he would