"Karen, Karen!" mumbled Miriam around a mouthful of cunt. "Stop that this minute!"
Karen obeyed her mother, not really knowing why she did. The girl was torn between obeying what Fred and Ross said and what her mother had just asked her to do. The choice wasn't as easy as it might have been for her. She was really getting off on eating out her mother and having her mother do the same to her!
"Fred! Listen to me," Miriam snapped. "I'm not going to put up with any more of this nonsense. You can do whatever you want to with me but I'm not going to be humiliated and put down any longer. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I'm not dumb, lady. I follow what you're saying. But you ain't gonna like what I do to you if you don't start slurping up Karen's gooey cunt juices again."
"Shut your filthy mouth, you swine." Miriam's words were cold and brittle when she spoke them. Karen couldn't remember ever hearing her mother use that tone before.
"Want to see if we're bluffing or not, huh?" said Ross. He had paused in the doorway to the bedroom to hear the discussion. Knowing that Fred probably wouldn't be able to handle it, he'd returned.
"I assure you, madam, we are not bluffing. I doubt if I'd left that Fred would have shown you that nasty little trick of his with the pliers. All your fingernails would have been left intact. I'm sure about that. But the man is so unstable sometimes." Without even turning, Ross quietly told his partner, "Shut up, Fred."
"This is not some kinda lark, lady. We gotta lot riding on this." Fred went ahead with his piece in spite of what Ross had commanded.
"As my friend said so inelegantly, we have a lot riding on this and we won't stand for any broad fucking us up. Go ahead and string her up again, Fred. And do whatever you want to with her."
Hideous thoughts of torture flashed through Karen's mind. Then she remembered what Ross had said earlier. They weren't violent; they couldn't afford to be. He was just bluffing. He'd try to scare Miriam into submission and that would be the end of it.
If she scared.
Karen watched in mute silence as Fred began hoisting her mother up again. The girl could see how painful it was having the hands tied and then being pulled up. The shoulder muscles knotted and the wrists took a terrible chaffing. When the woman's hands turned blue from lack of circulation, Karen knew that Ross and Fred weren't bluffing.
They meant what they said.
Miriam refused to budge from her position, though. "Go ahead, you filthy ape. Do whatever you want but I won't be a part of your dirty little sex show any longer."
Fred had found a leather strap and pulled back to land it square across Miriam's back. Before he could land the blow, Karen cried out, "Please don't!"
Ross grabbed Fred's hand and stopped him. "Hang loose for a second. I want to hear what Little Miss Muppet has to say."
The red-haired man smiled wickedly as he said, "Go on, say your piece before Fred gets tired of waiting."
"Look, don't hurt her any more. I'll do whatever you want. You don't have to hurt her. Please."
"And what's to keep us from forcing both of you to do whatever we want?"
"I… I'll do it willingly. You won't have to force me at all. It'll be lots better if I'm doing it because I want to." Karen's voice had a shrill tone of hysteria in it.
Ross looked at her, thinking hard. "Now that's about the oddest thing I've heard in a long time. Why should you want to do whatever two perverts like us ask and do it willingly to save the hide of an old woman who obviously doesn't mean that much to you?"
"That's a good question," Fred said. "And I bet I've got the answer to it. You get off on the rough treatment, don't you? You're a grade-A, top-of-the-line masochist."
Karen looked confused. "I don't understand what you're talking about. What's a masochist?" Ross laughed. "You tell her, Fred. I want another drink while I ponder this entire thing a bit more."
"A masochist," Fred told her, "is somebody who gets off in a big way on pain. We been watching you. You were pulling a real dominance trip and hating yourself every second of it. When we started pulling the strings, you danced around like a puppet. You want to be hurt. You want to be degraded and humiliated."
Ross continued after taking a long sip of the bourbon. "It's like you need it for a nice sexual release. Don't take it too hard. Some people get off on frilly black undies. Others enjoy hurting people… just the type for a masochist like yourself."
"You… you're both into hurting people?" the girl asked, her voice quavering.
"Hell, no, I don't enjoy it all that much. Fred's different. He has a pretty big sadistic streak in him. But with you, little girl, it does something to me. I want to hurt you. You seem to bring out the real beast in me."
Karen felt something stir deep down inside her. She was appalled by what the man was saying. Yet she was able to recognize that he was telling her the truth. He wasn't hiding anything from her. If she could have only seen that she did enjoy being dominated, it might have saved her and her parents a lot of grief.
"What if you're right? What then?"
"Why, we can give you all the enjoyment you want, little girl. All your poor body can endure!" Miriam spoke up: "You all make me sick! And you, you little slut, what have you been letting them do to you? What have you been making them do to you?"
Karen looked at her mother, black eyes flashing. "What's it to you, anyway? You never gave a flying fuck about me and you know it!"
"Watch your language!"
"I'll do anything I damn well please. Ross and Fred'll help me. Right, you two?"
"Well, kiddo, you might be right. For the moment, we lay off the old lady. But you and me and Fred, we'll have a little talk. You might just be able to satisfy both of us. If you can, we won't even bother the old broad."
Miriam said something obscenely crude for her, but they all ignored her.
"Lemme tell you all about my career of evil, kiddo. I started out when I was fairly young." As Ross spun his tale, Karen found herself becoming more and more enthralled with the man. The big redhead was able to make her wish that she'd been with him while he did all those wonderful illegal things.
The danger, the reckless courage it took all attracted her like a magnet pulls iron. Fred's story was a lot more brutal. The man didn't have the brains that Ross did and yet Karen found herself holding a grudging respect for him, too. What he lacked in brains, he made up for with his direct manner.
Karen thought that Ross was a bit on the sly side. A back-stabber if given the chance. Fred might do the same but he'd more than likely be open. He wasn't able to plot and plan like Ross.
Both of their life stories fascinated the girl. She completely forgot that she was still bound, her hands cruelly tied behind her back. They could change their tune at any minute and force her to do anything they fancied.
Right then and there, Karen would have obliged them. She was both attracted and repulsed by their crudeness. She couldn't really understand it, but Ross said it was fairly common.
All Karen Finney knew for sure was that she liked both of the men while hating their guts. She loved the romantic and daring lives they'd led and was completely turned off by their crudeness.
She didn't really know what she thought about them.
"So, kiddo, you think we're really Robin Hoods in a clever plastic disguise, huh? Let me clue you in. We rob from the rich because the poor don't have anything worth stealing. And we keep whatever we end up with. You think that's romantic?" Ross prodded.
The teenager nodded her head, black hair falling forward to cover her face. She had to toss her head to throw the stray locks out of her eyes.
"Yeah, you would. Fred, why don't you show her that little trick you learned down in Tijuana? With the salt? That table over there might be just about right."
Fred grinned from ear to ear. He picked Karen up by simply lifting her under the arms. He dumped her on the chair sitting by a rough-cut planked picnic table. The surface wasn't sanded down yet. Ralph Finney had just built it a few weeks earlier and hadn't been able to complete it.
Fred rummaged through the kitchen cabinet until he found a box of salt. He opened the container and spread all of it on the table. He carefully spread it around with his hand until a quarter of the table was white with the salt.
Then, he dumped Karen, bare assed, onto the salt. When she groaned a little at feeling the rough salt under her silky-smooth ass, Fred backhanded her across the mouth.
"I don't want to hear nothing out of you, wench. Nothing! Do you understand? I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!"
Karen sat with her legs dangling over the edge of the table, the salt and splintery boards under her ass. She didn't understand what was happening. And she wasn't sure she really wanted to find out. Not the way Fred seemed to be looking forward to it.
The man seemed to take special care in seeing that her ropes were securely tied. He calmly told her, "When you start screaming and kicking around, I don't want you gettin' your hands free. You might try to claw out my eyes or something really unpleasant like that."
Karen shifted her weight a little bit. It was uncomfortable sitting on the table. A tiny shaft of pain jabbed into her ass. The salt ground into her skin and burned like fire. She began to get the picture.
When Fred began to fuck her, she wouldn't be able to keep from sliding back and forth on the salt-strewn table. And when she did, her ass would be ground into the salt. Salt in the wounds. She'd be begging this hideous man for mercy before he was done.
Begging him to stop, begging him to continue. Karen didn't know which.
She felt his callused hands grab her by the shoulders and shove her backward. The girl fell heavily, the breath almost knocked out of her. The next thing the teenager knew was the distinct feeling of having her legs split apart – far apart.
Fred had gripped her ankles. The way he pulled her limbs apart, it was like he meant to rip her apart from her cunt to the top of her head. She was a giant wishbone in his hands. And she could guess what the wish was Fred was making.
The man wiggled her back and forth on the splintery table a few times to give her the feel of it. "Like that, bitch?" He laughed when he saw the expression on her face. It was obvious the splinters were needling her ass.
Fred dropped her ankles and moved between the vee of her legs. He unzipped his fly as he approached. By the time he was at the edge of the unfinished table, his cock was out and rigid with lust. Karen couldn't take her eyes off Fred's massive prick.
The man smirked as he pulled her toward him. She gritted her teeth as minute flames lanced into her ass. The very act of moving on the salted table was agony. And she knew it would get worse. As soon as he began to fuck her, she'd be driving her own ass down into the table and wouldn't be able to stop herself!
Fred reached out and stuffed a blunt finger up her cunt. Karen sucked in her breath and held it. The convict's finger wiggled a little bit as if enticing a small animal from its hole. In a brief few seconds, Karen was surprised to find that Fred had coaxed her cunt to begin to oil itself.
He pulled his finger out of her twat, well greased. He stuffed two of his large, callused fingers into her cunt. She sighed and leaned back, trying to enjoy the sensuous feel of having a man diddle around in her cunt.
Karen wasn't able to enjoy it for long. The pleasurable sensations started inside her body. The feel of his fingers stroking along her inner walls sent waves of delight surging through her. Her breathing picked up tempo. The blood began to pound in her ears.
When Fred began to play with her clit, floods of joy almost drowned her. And the pain became unbearable.
The girl couldn't help herself. The go-button that Fred pushed demanded that she thrash about, move her hips, writhe and buck with the sensation. And the instant she did, splinters worked their way into her ass. And tiny grains of salt sifted into the holes made by the splinters.
The salt burned unmercifully. Each movement was sheer, unadulterated agony.
Karen moaned out, "That huuuurts! Oh, my ass is burning! My rear feels like it's on fire!"
"Is that so?" mumbled Fred, not really caring. He examined his fingers, freshly drawn from the well of Karen's cunt. They glistened with her lubricants. That meant she was ready for his cock. Fred took himself in hand and sidled up to the table. He slid the protesting girl across the table. That increased the pain she felt in her ass. The salt was getting into her wounds and burning like hellfire.
Involuntarily, she spread her legs wide for Fred. He guided his cock to her pussylips, hesitated, then slammed balls-deep up her cunt.
"Ooooowwww!" Karen screamed. The pain was rapidly becoming unbearable. She wasn't certain how much she could stand before she passed out.
And Fred was just beginning!
"What'sa matter, baby doll? Don't you like me any more?" the man taunted.
Karen could only groan. Her body was trying to sort out too many sensory inputs. She was getting incredible pain signals from her asscheeks. Every time they scraped over the splittery wood, she picked up a few new nettles. And the salt seemed to work its way into her skin. And once under the surface, it burned like napalm. It burned and burned and kept on burning, no matter what she did.
The teenager quickly found out that she couldn't escape the suffering. In fact, trying to writhe away only added to her misery. By moving, she was adding to the number of salt grains embedded in her ass-flesh, the grains that so tormented and tortured her.
But there was something more to consider. The cock rammed up her cunt was giving her pleasure. She couldn't deny that every nerve ending along her cuntal channel was screaming out its song of joy. She was filled to overflowing with the one thing she had always searched out in life.
Hard, throbbing, all-male cock!
The carnal delights of having a prick inside her cunt built up. The sensations threatened to trigger an orgasm. But the girl knew that if she started humping on the table, the salt would chew away at her ass until only a red, painful lump would be left.
But she couldn't deny her body the pleasures of orgasm.
Karen was caught in a dilemma she wasn't certain how to get out of.
Fred began to pull back out of the clutching pussy. There was a wet "plopping" noise as he totally withdrew from Karen's cunt. Then she gasped as he fucked as hard as he could into her body.
She slid a short ways on the table. The sudden intrusion into her pussy along with the acidlike searing of her ass sent conflicting messages to her brain. It was sheer heaven being fucked and having a large cock inside her. It was pure hell having the salt grains gnawing at her flesh.
Fred just laughed. He knew what she was suffering through. He'd done this many times before. He loved watching the girl's face flutter between agony and ecstasy. Every time he moved his cock inside her, Karen's lips curled upward into a little smile.
And every time she moved across the salted plain of the table, her face contorted with pain. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain – over and over. Fred made sure that Karen was fully aware of he full spectrum of human sensation. She was laughing and crying at the same instant.
Her body was totally confused. It didn't know if it should prepare for an orgasm from the pleasant fucking going on in her cunt or cry from the savage brutality shown her ass. And this was exactly what Fred wanted.
The man pinned Karen's arms on the table. With her wrists bound behind her, this made her arch her back. All of her weight was being supported on her shoulders and her ass. With her butt resting in a sea of salt, it was impossible for her to move without intense pain jolting through her body.
And Fred continued his slow, methodical fucking of her cunt. His cock was covered with the glittering cunt juice. The velvety feel of Karen's pussy made him hotter and hotter. And just watching the expressions flashing across her face made him even more lusty in his fucking.
He enjoyed watching the pain; he enjoyed feeling her sheath of hot, tight and clinging flesh around his dick. The man was winning both ways while the teenager lost out both ways.
Fred felt the occasional sting of a salt grain as Karen's agitated ass flipped it off the table to stick on his sweaty body. The convulsive strength of Karen's gripping cunt made Fred think he was fucking a virgin. He knew better. Every time a wave of pain washed through her body, her pussy seemed to collapse around his dick.
That was part of his plan. That and just enjoying a hot cunt. Fred wasn't able to keep himself from picking up the rhythm of his fucking. Soon, his hips were driving forward with a mind of their own. He slammed harder and harder into the girl's cunt. When his tightly compressed balls crashed into the table, Fred blew his wad.
Karen felt the man's jism erupt and cream her innards. The fierce heat seemed to add to her misery. When Fred jetted his cum into her hungering cunt, Karen had an orgasm of her own. Her ass began to thrash and sway back and forth on the salty table top. She peppered her ass with the grains of salt.
Long after the orgasm had died, the pain stayed with her. Each grain felt like a pin stabbing into her ass-flesh. The girl wasn't able to move. Fred still pinned her to the table, his powerful hands firmly gripping her upper arms.
The pain spread into Karen's shoulders. She couldn't hold it back any longer. She started to cry. The salty tears left white tracks down her cheeks. In the distance, she heard Ross saying to her mother, "So you still think we're just bluffing? To hell with you."
Fred's heavy breathing slowed. Finally he leered down into Karen's face and asked, "How was it, baby doll? Like it? Like it enough to want to try it again?"
Karen didn't know what to say. Part of her was still hurting worse than she'd ever hurt before. But she heard another part of her saying to Fred, "Fuck me again! Please fuck me again!"
Fred straightened up and said, a note of awe in his voice, "Hell, Ross. She ain't a masochist. She's a Goddamn nymphomaniac!"