"Stop it, stop doing all of this to her!" Miriam shouted at the men. "She can't help herself! Can't you see that? Can't she be given a little bit of human kindness? She's not responsible for what she's doing!"
Ross came over to Miriam and asked the bound and strung-up woman, "What's this? Explain it for me."
Miriam began quietly sobbing. "Karen, she's a real nymphomaniac. The doctor told us a long time ago that she'd fuck anything that moved. She has an insatiable appetite. You can hurt her, torture her, do anything you want to her, but she'll still want to fuck. She just can't help herself!"
Ross raised his eyebrows and ran a hand through his red hair. "That sounds mighty interesting, to say the least. So she doesn't really get off on the pain, huh? It's just that she has to always be fucking someone?"
Fred smirked. "I think she likes the hurting, too."
"You could be right. It's not all that uncommon to have more than one wire hooked up wrong in the head."
Karen struggled to sit up, her ass hurting abominably. The pinpricks of pain were driving her crazy. She could barely withstand the constant pain assaulting her body and mind. The girl continued to cry, not being able to stop herself.
Ross asked her, "Want to fuck again? After all that Fred's done to you?"
Karen bobbed her head up and down in consent. She'd do anything to have the chance to have Fred fuck her again. It was like her mother had confessed. She couldn't control her sexual urges.
Her entire high school career had been one boy after another. She had used just about every trick in the book to make sure that she'd land them in the sack with her. She had to be constantly fucked or it would literally drive her crazy from boredom and her inner urges.
Ross said, "Now that's a real problem, isn't it, Fred? Do you think the two of us can wear out a nympho? A genuine nympho?"
Fred sneered. "I dunno but I'm willing to give it a try!"
His prick was already stirring from its momentary slumber. The large knob at the top of his cock was beginning to expand again. In a few minutes, he'd be ready to have at Karen one more time.
The girl's eyes were riveted on the man's cock. In spite of what the man had just done to her, she wanted more of his meat. She didn't want it, she needed it!
The glazed, desiring look in her eyes wasn't missed by Fred. The man smirked as he told her, "Come on, baby doll, let's you and me fuck again. One more time just for old times' sake, huh?"
Miriam cried out, "Don't do that! She's a slut but she can't help it, I tell you!"
Ross went over and stared Miriam in the eyes. His green eyes seemed to blaze as he said, "You don't seem to really understand what kind of fix you're in, lady. You're not telling us what to do. It's the other way around. We tell you. Got that straight in your head or do we have to add a little inducement before you can understand?"
"You're animals, both of you!"
"Lady, we all are, we all are. Take a look." Miriam sighed and shivered a bit in disgust when she saw what Fred and Karen were doing. The man had lifted her off the table and dumped her on the cold, wood-planked floor. With her hands tied and bound securely behind her back, the girl wasn't able to support herself on her hands.
She was on her knees, forehead rubbing against the floor. Her ass jutted up in the air, an obvious invitation to Fred. When she wiggled it a little, there was no doubt what she wanted.
Miriam looked at Fred and saw he had regained his hard-on. The barely suppressed quivering of his cock left nothing to the imagination. He was going to fuck her daughter doggy style while her hands were still firmly tied behind her back.
Miriam heard Karen moan out, "Hurry, Fred, hurry! I want you in me so bad!"
Ross commented on that. "A grade-AA nympho from the sound of it. How long a train can she pull?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Miriam couldn't take her eyes off the scene being enacted in front of her. Karen's white ass, dotted with pinpricks of red where the salt had burned its way into her ass, bounced around in the air in wanton invitation.
"How many guys can she fuck before she wears all of them out? I've heard of real nymphos that could pull a train twenty-three men long. Now that's gotta be some kind of record, wearing out twenty-three guys and still wanting to fuck."
Miriam remembered back to the party Karen had thrown while she and Ralph were out of town. It sounded as if Karen might have tried something like that then. Fifteen guys had called up over the next week asking her out for a date, and a lot of her girlfriends had hated her afterwards. Miriam never quite knew what happened, nor did she ask.
She knew that Karen wouldn't have given her a straight answer to any of the questions.
"About ready, baby doll?" Fred said. His cock was a flaming red with a huge plum stuck on the end now. He'd not only regained his hard-on, he seemed to be even more aroused than he had been before. His cock danced and seemed to float around in front of his body. He was ready to fuck and didn't care who knew it.
Karen was acutely aware of the pain ripping through her body. The way her ass felt, she could have been peppered with a shotgun blast. Her shoulders hurt terribly from the contorted position Fred had tied them into. And her head was beginning to hurt. Where she rested it against the floor was hard and cold. Along with this, her knees were being scraped and the skin chafed from her awkward position, keeping her cunt wide open for the man.
She wished he'd start fucking her soon.
Fred wasn't taking his time for nothing. He was sizing up what he had to work with. He found a banana in a nearby fruit bowl. He went to the kneeling girl's ass and softly stroked over the feverish flesh of her asscheeks.
His fingers dived into the humid crease of Karen's ass. His entire hand was surrounded by the humid, dank chunks of sweaty ass-meat. He pulled the halves apart slightly before he began working the banana into her asshole.
The girl let out a long, loud scream when she realized what he was doing. She didn't want any Goddamn banana up her ass, she wanted cock!
Miriam yelled, "Stop that! Stop it, damn your eyes! You can't do that to her!"
"What's it to you, old woman?" Ross asked. "If you don't shut up and watch the show, there's all sorts of things that might be done to you. Ever had your cunt filled with salt, then sewed up? Right painful, I hear. Or how about both Fred and me going on a beer-drinking binge and pissing all over you every time we got to take a leak. Not very pleasant. I doubt if I'd let Fred use his pliers on your fingernails. And he's too good in using that rubber hose. It doesn't leave any marks you can see – just a lot of internal damage."
Miriam swallowed hard. But Ross kept relentlessly on. "Of course, we can forget to feed you for a while. Or put you in a canvas sack and not let you out. How long can you live with your own shit and piss? I tell you, lady, there's all sorts of things we might do to you if you don't button your lip."
"And that's something else, too. We might just decide to sew your lips together if you get too noisy. Beginning to get the big picture on what we might do?"
Miriam understood all too well. And what was the use? Her daughter was beyond redemption. The wanton slut didn't care what she did as long as she had a man fucking her. She'd put up with any indignity just to get the promise of being balled. She was a classic case of a nympho, with huge masochistic urges, to boot.
Ross saw that Miriam was going to keep silent. "I think you finally glom onto the fact that we got you in our power and you're not going anywhere till we say 'jump'. And the time's not right yet."
He turned back in time to see Fred stuffing the slightly curved banana into Karen's asshole. The girl was moaning in protest but she wasn't screaming or thrashing around. She knew better. In the position she was in, it would only hurt even more.
Fred was saying, "… and as soon as I get this lovely yellow fruit inside you, if you're a real good girl, I might just let you feel my prick racing up and down your tight cunt. Stuffing that banana up your ass should have closed off most of your pussy, I figure. That'll make fucking it even better, even tighter than before. I know all sorts of tricks like this."
Fred sounded very proud of himself. The girl cowering on the floor, afraid to move because of the pain knifing into her guts, wasn't feeling very proud at all.
Karen could barely keep from crying from the pain. She didn't know which hurt more. The banana was slightly curved. That may have helped or it might have been the cause of most of the pain. She couldn't really tell. But the massive fruit shoved up her asshole ripped and tore at her fragile inner membranes in ways that a cock never could.
Her head and knees smarted from being scraped on the hardwood floor. Her shoulders and neck were beginning to knot from the immense strain they were under. Her hands had long since gone numb from lack of blood. Fred hadn't tied the ropes too tight, but sooner or later all the circulation had to stop. It felt like her hands were cold balloons, slowly inflating and making her acutely aware of every nerve in her body.
Fred's cock was throbbing with life. He was beginning to breathe harder at the sight in front of him. The very tip of the banana stuck out of Karen's ass while her hairy clam of a cunt gaped open underneath. It was nothing short of an invitation to the man for fucking her doggy style.
He edged forward on his knees, guiding his cock with his hand. He rested his other hand on Karen's feverish ass. She shrieked in pain. The embedded salt grains smarted and stung with the lightest touch. She felt his mighty cock shove lightly against her cuntlips.
Then came a sudden surge of Fred's hips, and he was buried full-hilt inside her slightly oily cunt. The impact almost caused the teenager to black out. His hairy thighs smacked into her butt, her butt with thousands of tiny needles of pain lancing into her body. As he rubbed up and down across her burning flesh, he stimulated all the grains of salt until Karen was sure she'd lose her mind from the pain.
When Fred began rotating his cock inside her, Karen couldn't help but scream out, "That huuuurrrts! Oh, God, oh dear God, that's kiiilling me it hurts so bad!"
With his prick inside, he was able to give her intense pain instead of the usual pleasure. There could be no delight when her cunt was tightly closed by having her guts moved around to accommodate a banana up her ass. The girl was certain that Fred was grinding his prick against the banana and stimulating himself.
It was also driving her wild with pain.
Karen couldn't help herself. She began bucking and humping and shoving her ass around to try to get away from Fred's punishing prick. It did no good. It was like she was begging him for more cock instead of less.
Fred said, "You're really getting off on this, eh? Goood! So goood!"
Karen was silently weeping now. Her tears stained the floor. Blood was beginning to ooze from her asshole where the banana had torn her apart inside. Deep in her guts was an ache, a pain that wouldn't soon go away. With Fred's cock beginning a slow, even-paced fucking, the teenager was about ready to black out.
Miriam started to say something, saw Ross watching, then shut up. What did it matter to her anymore what happened to Karen. She was disowning her slut of a daughter. She and Ralph had tired of trying to help Karen with her perverted sexual hangups. It hadn't done any good. And the girl just laughed at the thought of going to a shrink.
Let her suffer. That might get it out of her head that sex was good.
Ross quietly said, "You're looking like you could use some attention, lady. Is your pussy taken?"
A sudden bolt of fear lanced through Miriam's body. Was Ross going to do the same hideous things to her that Fred was doing to Karen? The woman was sure she'd simply die if he tried!
Instead, Ross dropped to his knees and put his hands, almost reverently, on the insides of her thighs. He told her, "I get off on nice thighs. You got a real nice set, well fleshed, smooth and silky. Real nice. But I like something else even better. PUSSY!"
His face flashed to the bound and strung-up woman's twat. His tongue started licking up and down her pink-tinged cuntlips. In a few minutes, the man's saliva had dampened the woman's gash. Ross continued to lick and tongue her most sensitive organs until Miriam's body betrayed her.
When Ross saw the tiny clit rising up from its sheath of protective flesh, he quickly took it into his mouth. He sucked. He lightly tongued it. He gently gnawed until the woman was bucking like a bronc.
Ross knew he had her on the hook when she put her knees over his shoulders on her own. She wanted her cunt eaten out!
And the man was more than happy to oblige. His tongue suddenly shot, cock hard, into her twat. She writhed and wiggled around, trying to get him even deeper into her cunt.
The sensations were so pleasantly different from those that Miriam had been living with. She could forget the pain in her hands and arms. She could concentrate on the delightful tongue surging in and out of her cunt.
When Ross started to suck on her cunt, he was like a vacuum pump draining her of all her juices. She knew her body was working overtime trying to make more to satisfy the insatiable urges of the man mouthing her snatch.
"Ummmm, gobble, gobble, gobble," Ross said. "You taste damn good, lady."
Miriam was too busy concentrating on the feelings gathering in her guts. She wanted to deny the pain in her shoulders and legs. She wanted nothing but the delights of the mouth that Ross was giving her. She felt the feathery touches of his tongue as it sailed up and down her empty cunt.
The way he rolled his tongue around her twat almost drove her frantic with lust for him. She hated Ross. Miriam couldn't remember hating a man more, but Ross was giving her something she desperately needed.
Release from the cruel reality around her. Miriam could forget all about her degraded and degrading daughter. She could forget about the brutal Fred and the awful things he liked doing to people. Miriam could even forget, temporarily, about her own plight.
She felt Ross take her pussylips into his mouth and gently gnaw on them. New sensations were born in her body. Ralph never did anything like that. Ralph hardly ever Frenched her anyway. He said he didn't like the smell of her cunt or the taste of the slimy juices.
Ross knew what was good. He enjoyed the musky smell of an aroused woman. And the succulent juices that dribbled from her cunt were more intoxicating than the strongest booze he'd ever come across. He loved eating out a nice, juicy cunt. He'd do it even if he were starving to death.
And he was good at it, too. He was giving Miriam the pleasure that she had been searching for since they had come into the cabin. When Ross felt the ripply walls of Miriam's cunt begin to pulse and ripple around his tongue, he knew she was about ready for an orgasm.
She climaxed, pinning his ears firmly between her white thighs. Ross was in seventh heaven. He was trapped between those thighs he loved so well with his tongue shoved far up the woman's cunt. What more could he really want?
The orgasm surged through Miriam's body, blotting out all the bad things in the world. She was able to lose herself in the sensuality of her emotions, the total physical release given by orgasm.
When she came back to reality, it wasn't very pleasant. In front of her was Fred, still fucking her daughter doggy style. Miriam could see the banana still shoved up Karen's ass.
What was even worse, she could see that Karen was beginning to enjoy the degrading act. She was starting to respond to Fred. The way her hips moved back to allow him deeper penetration, the way she wiggled around in little circles to give a complete ringing on her tight little cunt all told Miriam that her daughter was far gone in the rapture of sex. Too far gone to ever be redeemed.
It was then and there that Miriam knew that she no longer had a daughter. Physically and legally yes, but not in heart, not any longer.
Karen was racked with pain and pleasure simultaneously. She could barely keep them straight in her head. All that mattered to her now was Fred's driving piston of cock that seared along her impossibly tight cunt.
When she climaxed, her cunt tightened down like a noose on Fred's prick. The man screamed out "SHIIIT!" when he felt himself trapped. The banana had closed down a lot of the girl's circumference. The position she was in allowed Fred to make very deep penetrations. And the orgasm convulsed her muscles with an iron grip.
She milked the jism from Fred like a milking machine would. He blasted out his heavy, creamy load of cum while he ground his body against Karen's salted asscheeks. She screamed a wordless cry of pleasure and anguish but the man was too far gone in enjoyment of his own climax to ever notice.
All too soon, Fred's cock fell out of the tiny hole he had been fucking. And Karen fell over onto her side, exhausted. Hurt, bruised, mistreated but well fucked. She felt great and rotten at the same time.
And in her brain, both were slowly merging. It felt good to be abused. She could only feel good when abused. Karen couldn't sort out the strange inputs any longer.
And she didn't give a damn. She just knew that she had to stick with Fred and Ross if she wanted any more of this wonderful fucking!