Sam stopped for a while, moving his hips in a circular motion, stirring his rod in her throat. Once she felt him shoving down so hard she was afraid his dick would choke off all the air to her lungs. The woman struggled violently, arching her back wallowing her shoulders against the dirty mattress while grunting and coughing against his belly. His knees hurt her upper arms as they seemed to press down harder with each passing minute.
"Shit," Sam said, pulling back.
His cock slipped from between Linda's lips, bobbing furiously up and down. It glistened with her spit.
"Well, how was she?" Jack asked with mixed disgust and envy. He didn't dare fuck the woman in the ass. Sam could take chances. But he had been on the receiving end of Max's rage twice before. He had nearly lost his life the second time and didn't want to take any chances on a third.
"Good and hot, man, good and hot," Sam said, crawling off the bed and shoving his cock back into his pants. "You ain't gonna tell Max, are you?"
"Naw, I ain't gonna say nothin'. But she might," Jack said, his voice dropping as he nodded at the helpless blonde.
"You ain't gonna talk, are you, babe?" Sam asked, moving back to her.
Linda shrank against the mattress, feeling her scalp crinkle with terror. Her eyelids fluttered while her heart pounded so crazily. At first she couldn't speak, her eyes focused on those dirt encrusted fingers curling and uncurling.
"No, no," she managed to get out, rolling her eyes up to the trucker.
"Gotta be sure," he muttered. "Let's have ourselves some fun. Come on, let's get 'er outta bed for a while," Sam said.
Linda felt a wave of relief rush over her as they untied her legs, then moved up to her wrists and slipped the knots off her hands. Her first thought was to strike out at the two men. But as they raised her from the bed and guided her down the hall she knew it was useless to struggle. Whatever Sam and Jack had planned for her… whatever Max was going to do to her she'd have to endure. She'd survive all this… survive it somehow, then take Janice with her and leave the state. She could never continue living in this same city with those three men able to pounce on her and her niece at any second.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, her bare fact shuffling over the dirty wood floor.
"Just downstairs, baby. It's where Max was gonna take you anyways. We're doin' him a big favor," Sam said, stretching out one hand and turning the knob on a door to his right. A sharp, damp smell swelled from the darkness. Linda edged back, pressing against Jack's firm body.
"Ain't no problem," he said, pushing her forward. His fingers moved down to her ass, pressing into the warm resilient butt, flesh.
Linda cautiously stepped down, hearing the rotten wood creak under her feet. Sam and Jack stepped behind her one of them flipping on the light. Below she could see several bare light bulbs burning brightly, harply illuminating the cellar. There was a strange smell in the air reminding her of a kennel. It grew stronger as she climbed down the stairway.
"Oh!"
"Hey, back Shadow." Sam said.
Linda shrank back again. A large black Doberman came bounding out from the shadows. She saw a makeshift bed in one corner. There was a bowl of water and another half full of red dog food. She watched the animal prance around the two men.
"Come on, boy, maybe later," Jack said, pulling the barking dog away from them and guiding him back to the bed.
Linda saw Shadow trying to jump up and lick the trucker's face, whining and whimpering when Jack slapped his narrow butt, shoving it down when the animal was messing up his bedding. Reluctantly the Doberman lay down, giving Jack's face a big lick, then resting his head on his forepaws and watching the three of them curiously.
"Good watchdog," Jack said.
"Get down," Sam said, pushing her toward an old-fashioned, high-backed wooden chair. There was something that looked like a small engine resting on a platform next to it. Linda walked over to the chair and sat down, folding one leg over the other. Her tits rested high and firm on her chest, her pink nipples growing darker by the minute. Could it be she was becoming aroused now, thinking of all the awful things the men could do to her down here in this cellar? Her mind whirled around with masochistic thoughts of torture and sex while her cunt creamed.
Linda felt a mini orgasm pass through her pussy. The only reaction visible to the men was a wrinkled forehead and one raised eyebrow. The sharp edge of that climax made her shiver.
"Man, I like those nipples. Nice, pink," Jack said, reaching down into his shirt pocket and pulling out a cigarette. He tapped it against the crumpled packet, then shoved one end into his mouth and lit it. The trucker blew out a long blue trail of smoke into Linda's face, making her cough. Her eyes stung.
"Yeah, let's see if her nipples can get as red as the tip, huh?" Sam suggested.
"Yeah," Jack laughed, bringing the glowing tip slowly toward her tit-tip.
Linda could have gotten up. She could have moved around to the back of the chair and screamed at them. It wouldn't have prevented anything in the end. They would have hogtied her as before and done their worst. But at least she would have had the satisfaction of fighting for her dignity, for her life. Instead she sat quietly, her eyes wide, her cunt clenching like a fist while her nipples hardened and turned a dark red. Yes, she was actually turning on to their threats.
"Oh no, no…"
Linda took deep breaths, then held one. This action made her tits stand out even more. She sat very still, not daring to move as Jack toyed with the cigarette. At times he brought it near to her face, laughing quietly as she flinched and her eyes watered. Then he moved it back down, down toward her cunt. At one time she could smell some burning pussy hairs as he seemed to be thinking of burning her cunt.
Then the trucker brought the tip of his cigarette to within an inch of her right nipple. Fear washed over the woman as she felt the heat starting to burn her tit-tip. It was starting to hurt. But deep down inside her Linda knew something else was happening. She was feeling intense pleasure from this… a pleasure akin to the kind she knew when Max fucked her brutally. The sight of the cigarette an inch from her nipple, the vision of the two hunky men watching her like hungry animals, was exciting the hell out of her. A shiver of delight coursed through her body. Sam and Jack smiled. The sadist in them was enjoying this to the fullest.
When Linda shifted her position, he moved the cigarette closer. Linda's mouth opened, but nothing except a rush of air came out. He touched the glowing tip to that rubbery nub. Linda stiffened, waiting for the pain to scald her brain.
At first there was nothing. Then a rush of intense cold was followed by heat and pain.
"Eiyyyeeeeee!" she screamed, kicking one foot out while knocking Jack's hands away from her tits. She overturned the chair as she stood up and whirled away from the truckers.
"No, baby, you gotta stay still," Jack snarled, throwing the cigarette away and smacking her face with his left hand.
"Oh God!" she sobbed, holding her injured face in both hands.
"Now back into the chair."
Her tit hurt, but there was nothing to be done. Reluctantly, fearfully, the blonde woman parked her ass on the chair, waiting for the next round of abuse.
There was more than enough rope in the cellar for their purposes. Jack took a six-foot length and crossed it over her neck, looping it around her nipples and crossing it again just under her large, high riding boobs. Linda felt him fastening the rope to the back of the chair. Her hands were next. Sam brought her arms down to the sides of the chair, binding both wrists to the splintery wood. The ropes were pulled tight. Linda's temporary freedom was at an end.
"You're… hurting me!" Linda cried.
She moved her head around, watching them bind her body. Yes, they were hurting her. But it was a pain she enjoyed. The rope around her neck, pressing against her ribs, leaving long red marks against her white flesh made her pussy grow moist again. It was beginning to swell open, juice seeping from the slot and wetting down her thighs. Linda curled her toes, scratching her ankles with them while flames of goodness licked up her legs.
Next Sam took another length of rope and looped it several times around both ankles, drawing them finally together and binding them to the bottom rung of the chair. Jack finished the binding by sliding a three-foot length around her waist and drawing it back tightly, nearly choking off the woman's diaphragm by fastening it to the chair with two square knots.
"Now, for the fun, eh, babe? You dig it, don't you? Man, all the cunts Max gets dig gettin' roped and branded spine ways, don't they, Jack?" Sam said, grinning mockingly at her.
The big trucker moved to that odd-looking engine to her right. Bending down, he pulled out a series of red and black wires, at the end of which were two-inch toothed clamps. In a flash Linda knew what they were going to do. That as a portable generator, the kind she'd seen in countless workshops.
At school, in the metal-working class, Linda had seen Mr. Browning the shop coordinator repair several of those. They put out a strong charge of electricity, and now they were going to attach them to some part of her body!
"No!" she shouted, her face reddening as the frantic woman thrashed helplessly in her bonds. Linda jerked her body from side to side, her tits jiggling, slapping together, falling apart, the chair squeaking several inches across the floor. No, no, they couldn't do something that cruel to her.
But both truckers only snickered, growing silent, as each one took a clamp and moved to either side of Linda.
"No," she gasped, her jaw firmly set as she watched the men open the clamps and moved them toward her swollen nipples. The nipple was still sore from the burning! She begged them to leave her alone, not to hurt her again. But they grew more excited, rubbing the cold metal up and down her reddening nubs. Linda shivered, sucking in a short breath. Sam was first, squeezing the clamp open, then letting it snap shut on the half-inch long nub.
"Ooowwwww!" Linda's head snapped back while a hellish shock of pain shot through her tits. Linda quickly realized the more she moved, the more agony coursed through her body. Gritting her teeth, the young blonde woman managed to keep still while Jack clamped the other instrument to her sore nipple.
The wires drooped to either side of her, crossing over her belly, attached to the dusty little motor that both Sam and Jack were now inspecting. It was awful, terrifying to have something like this happen to her. The tugging weight of the wires hurt her nipples terribly. They were turning a dark red, almost purple, as the tiny grooved teeth bit into the sensitive flesh.