Shari had been spared the rape – or at least, so she thought when Bobby backed off and slid from the bed. But then the girl discovered he had something far more devious in mind. He told her to strip, standing there, rocking back and forth on his heels impatiently. She just couldn't do it and sat there beating at him, her mouth torn open in a shrill scream while he ripped the halter from her tits, then began tearing the shorts down her thighs.
Muttering a curse, the young athlete let Shari shriek and hit him until she scratched his face with her nails. With a shout, Bobby brought his hand down hard against the side of her head, knocking her senseless to the bed.
What happened then Shari could only remember parts of. He had her over his shoulder, tossing a blanket of some kind over her and carrying her from the tiny room, down the back stairs, then into the double garage. It was when he dropped her heavily like a sack on a wooden table that the girl opened her eyes, blinking them clear.
It was difficult for her to see anything clearly at first. There was only one light Bobby had flicked on, and it burned over the side door to the right. There were frightening-looking objects looming in the darkness near her. And all around were shelves and cabinets. A strange odor of leather and gasoline permeated the air as Shari hugged her body with her arms, feeling the chill of the air.
Bobby was rattling around behind her, pulling something from one of those cabinets. In a moment Shari felt something smooth and cool against her snide. She wanted to say something, to move, but decided that playing dead would be her beat ploy for the moment. And she felt the cuff cinch tightly around her ankle, then another wrap around her left, the girl still remained quiet.
"Now, we'll get the other one and we'll be set," Bobby said to himself.
He was pulling her arms out, attaching two more cuffs to her ankles, then moving to one side and pulling her arms back until her shoulders and tits rose from the table. Shari groaned, looking around at Bobby, wanting to wriggle free of his grip. But she remembered the slap, the shocking pain of his fist against her face and the hammering blow that knocked her out. He would do it again, hurting her more than ever.
She didn't struggle, letting him pull her back, back until her fingers were touching her ankles. There was some fumbling. Then Shari realized with a shock what he was doing. There were small hooks on the cuffs, hooks he now fastened to the ankle restraints, binding her hands to her feet, stretching her spine back in a great curve. Shari gasped, feeling the pulling sensation painfully against her throat. Her belly stretched while her thighs knotted and cramped from the awkward position.
"Bobby please, no more, no… no more," she stammered, blinking away the tears.
But there was more. Obviously pleased at her discomfort, the young man pulled an old wooden chair to the side of the workbench, standing on the rickety furniture and fumbling with something high overhead. Shari wanted to see what he was doing, but couldn't raise her head without causing pain in her spine. There were clanking sounds, then a steady scraping of something being lowered. Again Shari twisted her head and saw two giant iron rings suspended from the ceiling by two large lengths of chain.
Quickly Bobby separated the rings, moving one to her right ankle and wrist and slipping two lengths of brown leather around the chain and the iron ring, fixing the assembly tightly together. He did the same to the other ring, stepping from the chair and moving into the darkness.
Shari heard squeaking sounds, then immediately felt the tension increase around her arms and thighs. The rings were moving up toward the ceiling! They were taking her with it, pulling her body up from the table by her bound ankles and wrists. In a moment she felt her knees bending. Her belly stretched, her tits jutting from her chest while Shari bent her head, feeling the sweep of her blonde hair against her back.
The pain was awful! The girl thought her bones would snap in two. There was a popping sensation in her shoulders while her arms muscles knotted terribly! She felt her body swaying gently from side to side, each movement increasing the aches in her shoulders and thighs.
"Nice, real nice," Bobby whispered, running his fingers along her tits until they brushed up against her nipples.
Shari could only think of the pain, of the stretching agony that throbbed through her bones and head. She could hardly breathe! Never, never had she felt anything like this before in her life! And there she was, the cuffs cutting into her wrists and ankles while the overhead chain suspended her body above the workbench, puffing at all her tendons and joints! It was all the teen could do to keep from screaming.
"Not shoutin' down the walls yet are you? That's real nice, Shari. I don't like hearing all that screamin'. Makes me nervous," Bobby said, cupping her face in his hands, then pressing his fingertips against her forehead so hard she thought he was going to crush her skull.
"No, please, lemme go! I… I don't want this!" she sobbed.
Bobby threw back his head and laughed, letting go of her head.
"Sure you don't. At least, at first. But bet this is gonna change!" he said, wagging a warning finger in her face.
Never! Never would she feel comfortable doing this kind of thing. He was sick. Bobby was some kind of maniac who enjoyed hurting people. Shari had read about men like that, men who enjoyed beating women, making them perform horrible things then raping them as a reward! Was Bobby one of those men? Dear God, was his uncle one too?
He was swinging her from side to side, laughing as her body pulled painfully against the rusty rings suspending her over the bench. Her tendons ridged against her thighs while the cords stood out against her throat. Shari let out a hoarse cry, feeling the tiny bones in her wrists cracking against the restraints. She thought her spine would surely snap in half from this harsh, unnatural position while Bobby continued to play with her.
Bobby stood back, rubbing his cock through his Levi's, then reached back and pulled out a small silver lighter. Perspiration dotted the girl's forehead as he approached her once more, flipping open the top and spinning the small black wheel. An orange-red flame exploded from the small lighter, the fire flickering in the draft as the young athlete brought it closer to Shari's face.
The girl reared back her head, her eyes rounding, her scalp crinkling with terror as she felt the warming flame more and more against her face. Was he going to burn her alive strung up this way? Her heart beat wildly as the fire neared her nose, singeing the tiny hairs in her nostrils. His lips curled into a horrid smile, one that made Shari both sick and terrified. The fire was moving away from her eyes, thank God.
But now he was moving it from side to side over the base of her throat. Shari groaned, twisting her ankles against the restraints while she felt her belly sagging downward toward the bench. Sweat drenched her body now, dripping from under her arms while her nipples stood out thick and red, itching from her tits. What was happening to her? Why were they getting so hard? Shari screwed up her eyes, trying to find the answer while she concentrated as well on the moving fire.
Without a warning, he brought the tip of the flame to within one inch of her nipple. Shari sucked in a shuddering breath and held it until her eyes swam. This made her tits stand out even more. She was very still, not darting to move as Bobby brought the fire even closer to her turgid nub.
Perspiration streaked her flushed cheeks while an odd tight throbbing began deep in her cunt. That flame was starting to burn her nipple. It was starting to hurt, to throb, as if someone had ripped it from her tit. But deep down inside, the girl was feeling something else. She was feeling that odd kind of excitement she had feared. Shari shivered, her eyes looking down at the flickering flame now nearly touching her nipple. Bobby's smile increased into a hellish grin.
He had done it! He had brought the flame right up against her nipple, letting it burn into her itchy nub. She shrieked the shrieks of the damned, her head jerking from side to side, her body swaying against the restraints. The added moves increased the pulling agony of the bond against her wrists and ankles. Bobby kept the fire there for only a moment, moving it now to the other nipple and burning that. Again the teen shrieked, her head snapping up and down while her tits jiggled against one another. Bobby quickly flipped the cover over the flame, snuffing it while he struck the young blonde with the back of his hand.
"I'm tired of you yellin'. It's not gonna do you any good," he explained, shoving the lighter back in his pocket. "You saw when you came here. There's nothin' 'round here… 'cept a few illegals squatting in the house down there, and they ain't gonna call nobody around here to save you!"
Shari sagged in the bonds, relieved that at least for a while the pain was gone from her nipples. She whimpered, hanging her head down, letting the long blonde hair curtain her face. It was a nightmare. Things like this just didn't happen… and yet there it was, going on right in front of her face, and there was nothing in the world she could do about it!
When Shari opened her mouth again to beg him to stop hurting her, Bobby signaled her to keep quiet, moving back into the shadows and returning with a black-colored rubber wedge. This he shoved deep into her mouth, fixing it by wrapping an old filthy handkerchief tightly around her head, pressing it against her lips.
Shari nearly vomited at the awful taste of the thing pushed down against her tonsils. She would have surely vomited under ordinary circumstances. But, the teen knew she would strangle on her own puke. Satisfied the girl would make no further sounds, Bobby moved more slowly, stepping behind her, gathering up more toys before returning to her. Shari blinked her eyes dear, seeing him holding what appeared to be a weird assortment of earrings. There were large screws at the ends of these things. Bending down, Bobby took one and slipped his right hand up against her cunt.
Shari blushed furiously. She had hoped they would have had some romantic love affair where he would gently overcome her modesty, undress her and make passionate love. But now he was fingering her pussy without regard to her feelings, fumbling with one cunt-lip, then trapping the lip in the screw while tightening the top. Shari winced, scrunching up her face as she felt the pulling sensation.
"Now, for the other."
She felt the heavy ring brush up against her other cunt-lip, the screw tightening, the sides pinching her cuntlips, then tugging down as Bobby slid out from under her. Shari looked at the handsome young boy, searching his face for some sign of kindness, of mercy. There was none. There was only the frightening picture of a man triumphant, about to crush her under his boot. And when he opened a third ring, bringing the opened end up against her sore nipple, Shari bit down on the wedge, her scream stopping in her throat. The pain was even more acute up here than on her pussy as Bobby lightened the clamp more and more, crushing the dark red injured nub.
The second clamp hurt nearly as much as the first against her nipple, the cold steel cutting cruelly into her flesh. She curled her icy fingers, creasing her palms with her nails as she wondered what he would do to her next. It wasn't long before Shari saw the results, watching as Bobby brought back with him a long black leather riding crop. He was pushing the butt of the handle up against her chin, raising her head, making her look at him. Her neck muscles hurt while her thighs throbbed and ached more than ever.
"Man, you don't know how many nights I jerked off thinkin' about you like this," he whispered, rubbing the crop against her cheek, leaving red marks against her flesh. "I thought about you a lot bein' like this and blew out my mind. Now here you are! I ain't gonna let you go for a long, long time."
Shari felt her heart sinking in despair. She moaned through the gag, pleading with her eyes, begging him silently not to hurt her. Nothing would work, she knew. He was trailing the tip of the crop along her body, touching her nipples, her tits, her thighs, then moving behind her and rubbing the cool black leather up and down over her ass-cheeks. The thing was gone suddenly. Shari tensed, her heart beating so hard she thought it would surely crash through her ribcage. Bobby wasn't going to let her go… at least, not now. He was planning something, waiting for something. Then the hissing, whistling sound of leather cutting through the air told the girl just what was about to happen.
Shari thought her mind would shatter as the knotted leather thongs chewed into her asscheeks. Bobby brought his arm back once more, swinging the crop over his head, then slicing it across her ass-cheeks once again. Shari shrieked a second time, tears starting from her eyes while her nostrils flared in pain and terror. Her ass was burning. Shari jerked in her bonds, the chains rattling overhead while the wrist ad snide cuffs cut cruelly into her flesh. Her spine cracked while her neck nearly snapped in two from the wild movements she made. No. No. He would stop. He wouldn't go on, not while seeing her twist and writhe in such agony!
A third blow sliced into her sweaty ass-crack, cuffing the tender flesh while biting into the sensitive wrinkled shit-hole. Sparks shot up into her bowels, making her stomach tense, then turn over sickeningly. Again Shari could feel the sour bile rising in her throat and used all her will to force it back down again. Her body swayed slowly, her shoulders shaking while her tits danced against one another, the rings pulling them from her tits. Bobby was more careful with the fourth blow, slicing the thongs past her asshole and bringing them down between her cunt-lips. One knotted piece whipped across the top of her clit, sending the girl into agony.
Sparks showered into her cunt, her tiny muscles spasming itchily and painfully while the thong dragged through her cunt, slipping away down against the bench at last. Shari closed her eyes, feeling her mind freeze as she heard the leather thongs whistle through the thickening air once again. It came down against her cunt once more, bruising the interior of her pussy.
Again it snapped back, crashing down into her pussy and burning into her cunt like a poker! The pulling of the screws on her cunt-lips intensified the horrid pain even more while her ass-cheeks clenched and unclenched automatically. Bobby kept on beating the riding crop against her body, leaving long red marks on her sides and ass-cheeks until the young girl was nearly numb from the blows.
Sensing this, he stopped, regaining his breath while he listened to Shari's muffled moans. The girl was chewing down hard on the gag, thanking God she had at least that to take out her pain and shame on. Fires of a terrible hell burned through Shari as she hung there, her body drooping against the restraints. Bobby moved around to her, holding the crop so tightly his knuckles whitened from the grip. Perspiration dripped down his face, making him look that much more evil, more hellish in the reflecting yellowish overhead light.
"Yeah, that's it, Shari, beg with those eyes! I wanna see you beg with those fuckin' eyes!" he shouted, his voice hurting her ears.
When she moved her face away from his, the athlete flew into a rage, bringing the crop down against her nipples. Shari jerked her head up, screaming through the wedge, certain he had tore her nipples from her tits. The pain was mind-shattering, burning through her tits, then crushing up into her skull! Singeing fires raged through her tits as again and again Bobby brought the leather thongs down over the distended tips. Her body squirmed and strained against the bonds while more screams choked behind the awful gag.
Once more Bobby realized Shari had reached her limit. Cursing, he threw the crop down to the floor with a laud clatter, moving up to her and gathering her tits in both hands. He kneaded them softly, puffing at the rings, laughing as the girl moaned softly through her gag.
"You think this was bad, eh? It's just the start. My uncle Max taught me a lotta shit. He was in the war and had all kinds of neat stuff on interrogating prisoners. He says I'm more like him every day!" Bobby sneered, pulling at her rings, then moving back.
Who was this awful Uncle Max? What had he done to Bobby? Shari instinctively grew to hate this unseen man, this man in the shadows who was responsible for all her pain. Still, she prayed to God she would never meet the savage who had engineered both this house of horror and the young man to run it!