Kidnapped Debutante

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 11: The Reason Revealed

Wendy had no idea how many times she had brought the gray-haired woman to orgasm. However if the soreness of her sucking cheeks and her flicking tongue were any indication she had extracted many, many, many orgasms from the pussy she was servicing.

With one last soul shuttering orgasm the gray-haired woman shoved the sucking, lapping teenager away. “Enough Twat! Enough!” Gasped the gray-haired woman in sexual bliss.

Wendy landed on her ass with a heavy thud. The impact of her tailbone with the floor sent a lighting bolt of searing pain racing up her spine. Not to mention the ripping pain in her chest as the cinder blocks bounced about. The teenager sat on the floor watching the gray-haired woman come down from her sexual bliss.

Rubbing her soggy pussy the gray-haired woman moaned euphorically, That was stupendous Twat. You must have been sucking and licking that whoring, bitch of a brat oven's cunt instead of its teat from the day it spit you out to be that good at pussy lapping.”

Wendy knew what the gray-haired woman was saying was not true. She had never serviced pussies before much less her loving mother's. The gray-haired woman's pussy had been her first one. Still the teen blushed a deep red from shameful humiliation of the accusation that she muff dove upon her mother.

“Twat, you did such a superb job at servicing my pussy that I'm going to let you choose your own reward out of the following two options. First, I will remove your boulder sling. Once it is remove you will go to your comfy room. Kneel in the center and wait for my son to come play with you for awhile. Then you will be lock in your comfy room until morning then we'll start all over. Or you select the second option. You can walk out of here as you are, boulder sling include and go home.”

‘ Home !' The word sounded wondrous to the sixteen-year-old. Still Wendy had no idea where she was. The gray-haired woman had driven for hours before stopping at the rundown diner. Which direction did home lay. How far was it? How could she walk home in her completely nude and bound condition? Covered with multiple layers of spunk. Wouldn't that be a sight? But her other alternative was unthinkable. To be rape by Gor's monstrous deformed cock god know how many times then imprisoned in the walk-in freezer till morning. To once again go through more tortures.

The choice was easy she had to get away from here before this insane woman could torture her to death. “Home. I would like to go home.” Wendy garbled around the oral device that was still jammed in her mouth.

“Very well then Miss Wendy Louise Harrison, don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.”

Wendy was shocked she didn't know that the gray-haired woman knew her First name much less her middle name (which she never used) and her surname. All the gray-haired woman had ever referred to her by was the disparaging name of Twat. Her real name sounded so strange coming the gray-haired woman whose name she didn't even know.

“Which direction is my home and how far is it?” Mandy squeaked inquisitively.

“LEAVE NOW OR GO TO YOUR ROOM!” Bellowed the gray-haired woman.

Wendy slowly made her way out of the gray-haired woman's bedroom striving not to make the cinder blocks hanging from her balled cantaloupe breasts from swinging too much.

The gray-haired woman watched the teen that she had been torturing all day leave her room with glee. It had been a very long time since she had had any sexual gratification. And it was without the accompany pain (at less for her) that usually occurred with her abusive X. Just after one day with the sixteen-year-old she could now understand the joy her X had in his abuse of her. Yes it was totally invigorating feeling to control someone so completely. Still basking in the after glow of multiple orgasms she got off the bed and headed for the shower rubbing her sopping wet pussy all the way.

Wendy made her way through the dinner, down the steps and up the dirt road. With every step she took the teen was sure that the swinging cinder blocks would rip one or both of her breasts off her chest. The first thing that Wendy did after exiting the dinner was to lean to her left. Then she pull her bound arms around to her front and grasped the twin fishing lines that the cinder blocks were hanging from and lifted. Wendy couldn't believe how much pain that was relieved by that simple jester. Even though the thin fishing line cut into her fingers it was better then letting the blocks hang from her balled breasts. Holding the cinder blocks allowed Wendy to double her speed. Though the cinder blocks no longer yanked her cantaloupe breasts about her bound breasts still radiated hellish pain throughout her chest as they bobbed about with each step she took.

When the gray-haired woman finished her shower she got dress and went out to the front porch of the diner. Though it was past ten o-clock at night, the bright full moon illuminated the surrounding countryside quite well. She could easily see the sixteen-year-old shuffle along the dirt road. However it was not at the snails pace that the teen had been moving while supporting the cinder blocks from her boobies. She dashed off to her bedroom, grabbed the truck keys. In the back of the diner she grabbed a spool of fishing line and scavenged two more cinder blocks. She placed the blocks and fishing line on the truck seat the climb into the truck herself.

It took no time at all to catch up with the sixteen-year-old. As soon as the truck was next to the teen the gray-haired woman's suspicions were confirmed. The cinder blocks were no longer dangling from the balled breasts. The teen was holding them up. The gray-haired woman steered the truck across the teen's path and brought it to a stop.

Wendy was in so much pain that she didn't notice the truck until it cross her path. She came to a halt and looked up to the cab. The gray-haired woman was scowling down at her.

“WENDY LOUISE HARRISON! Did you not agree to walk home as you were in my boudoir?”

“Yes.” Mewed Wendy.

“Then why did you make alterations to your boulder sling?”

“To ease the pain in my breasts.” Wendy sobbed.

“Well maybe if that whoring, bitch of a brat oven that spit you out teach you proper posture a proper boulder sling would hurt so much. Now would it Miss Harrison?”

What that whack-out gray-haired woman did to her breasts could in no way be consider a proper brassiere. What the gray-haired woman was calling a proper boulder sling was nothing more then a hideous torture device for her mammary glands. However the distraught teen mewed, “No my boulder sling wouldn't hurt so much if I was taught proper posture.”

“ You damn right it wouldn't. But it's never to late to learn proper posturing. So you can either restore your boulder sling to its original design or you can go back to your cozy room and wait for my son.”

Wendy let the fishing lines she was gripping slide through her fingers. She yelped out in pain as her breasts once again took up strain of supporting the cinder blocks. “Oh please don't make me walk like this, please. My breasts hurt so much already. Please remove the blocks. Please, please, please. I'll suck and lick your pussy again of you remove the blocks.” Wendy pleadingly sobbed.

Though the thought of having the rich kid eating out her pussy was inticing the gray-haired woman fought of the urge and bellowed, “WALK OR ROOM!”

Wendy lifted her left foot and took a tiny step with it. The cinder blocks swung to the right. “ARGH!” Wendy yelped in agony as the twin cantaloupes sticking out of her chest were jerked to the right with the blocks. The tormented teen inched her right foot forward. “ARGH!” Yelped the teen as her balled breasts were jerked to the left. Painful inch by painful inch Wendy made her way around the front of the truck. When she got to the other side the gray-haired woman was waiting with cinder blocks in hand.

“Miss Harrison, What were you told would happen if I caught you fiddling around with your boulder sling again?”

Wendy sank to her knees and howled, “ NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ! Oh god no. I won't do it again I promise. Those will rip my breasts right off. The ones I now got are almost doing that already. Please don't attach those to by breasts. Please.”

Well Miss Harrison since you gave me such delightful orgasms I won't modify your boulder sling. Now get up before I change my mind.”

As fast as she could with her laden breasts Wendy struggled to her feet, “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you.” Gasped Wendy painfully as she brought herself to her full height.

“Your welcome, Miss Harrison. But to make sure that your bubble-headed brain won't forget about fiddling around with your boulder sling again I'll add a little reminder. Present your back to me.”

Shuddering with fear Wendy turned her back to the gray-haired woman.

Using the electrical wire the gray-haired woman viciously smacked the teenager's fingers fifty times, Twenty-five times for each set of fingers. She then lassoed the teen's thumbs together. She measured enough line so the she could attached the cinder block that she brought with her to hang just below the swells of the teen's welted buttocks..

“WALK!”

Once again the sixteen-year-old yelped in pain with every step she took as her jutting cantaloupes were jerked back and forth. Along with her stinging fingers the thumping of the two new cinder blocks on her thighs were a constant reminder to the teen to leave all the parts of her boulder sling alone. The last thing that Wendy wanted was to have the two cinder blocks that were thumping against her thighs to join the two blocks hanging from her tortured bound breasts.

The gray-haired woman watched with amusement as the tormented teenager shuffled ever so slowly down the dirt road. She loved the way the bright moonlight glistened off the young teen's jism encrusted body. The gray-haired woman judged at the speed that the teenager was creeping along that she would easily have plenty of time to collect her son and be back here before the struggling teenager would make it around the first s-curve in the dirt road. She climbed into the cab of the truck and headed for her son.

This time Windy did hear the sounds of the truck as it started up. She looked over her shoulder and watched the truck speed away. As she watched the truck pass the diner and kept on going Wendy came to a halt. She bent over until the cinder blocks hanging from her tortured breasts were resting on the ground. The teen gasped in relief as the strain on her twin cantaloupes was eased. Panic raced through the sixteen-year-old as she saw the trucks brake lights light up and the backup lights come on. Did the gray-haired woman conceder resting the cinder blocks on the ground as an alteration to her boulder sling? The young teen grunted in pain as she lifted the cinder blocks back off the ground and restarted her creeping forwarded movement.

The frightened teen let out a long sigh of relief when the backing truck stopped next to the diner. The gray-haired woman clambered out of the truck and popped into the diner. She reemerge minutes later carrying a cooler that she loaded into the cargo compartment of the truck. The gray-haired woman climbed back into the truck and speed off.

Wendy desperately wanted to lower the cinder blocks hanging from her tortured breasts. But the blocks that were thumping her thighs cautioned the teen that in doing so just might be a breach of the tampering rule. So the teen abandoned all thoughts lowering the cinder blocks to the ground and continue her agonizing march.

THUD!

“AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGEEEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!” Howled Wendy in sheer agony as she plummeted to the ground. She landed upon her thrusting cantaloupes. The impact was so excruciating painful that the teen almost passed out from it. She also had the wind driven from her when her stomach slammed into the cinder blocks attached to her breasts. Wendy rolled onto her side gasping for breath. The cause of her current anguish was a rock that was imbedded in the dirt road that the young teen had stumbled over.

Fearfully Wendy looked down the road. To her relief she could no longer see the truck. Wendy cranked her head to look up the road. Unlike the part of the road she was now laying that was basking in the light of the full moon the road up ahead was dark and gloomy do to a dense thicket of trees. It was very ominous looking. Under normal circumstances Wendy would never venture into such a foreboding place. Untold dangers could be concealed within the murkiness. However the terrors that laid behind her made the menacing darkness before her seem like Disneyland. So having recovered her breath the sixteen-year-old doggedly got to her feet and headed for the murkiness.

The gray-haired woman pulled up to the entrance of an old abandon silver mine. She sounded the truck's horn for a minute. A short while later her son came lumbering out of the mine's entrance pushing one of the mining ore carts filled excavated rocks. The mine had been petered out a long time ago. There was not enough of the silver ore left to make it commercially viable but with very long hours and a lot hard grueling work one could eke out a bare subsistence level. Gor was that dedicated individual. Nearly tireless, possessing great strength and an unbridled desire to please his mother.

“See mommy Gor worked hard today.” Gor stated boastfully.

“Yes Gor mommy sees. Mommy is very proud of her little boy.”

“Gor hungry.”

“Din-din is in the back. Climb in and eat while mommy takes her little boy home.”

“Gor gets to ride home?” Squealed Gor excitedly.

“Yes, Gor mommy is going to let her very good little boy ride home. Now get in the back.”

When Wendy finally crept her way along the s-curve that wound through the thicket of trees and emerged back into the light of the full moon she plummeted into total despair. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Wendy howled as she dropped to her knees. “It's not fair! I did nothing wrong! I'm a good person! So why is this happening to me!”

Stretching across the dirt road was a barricade with a warning plaque that read:

WARNING

COMANCHE GORGE

BRIDGE OUT

ROAD CLOSED

USE SNAKEHEAD BRIDGE

Wendy looked to both sides of the road for a way to continue. But the ground in both direction was uneven, full of brush and rocky. She knew that she could not navigate the rough terrain trust up the way she was. After all a single rock in the road had made her crash to the ground with agonizing results. Wendy's five mile long, agonizing, arduous walk was for naught. Wendy could go no further. Her quest for home had ended by a collapse bridge that once spanned a deep gorge.

“It's not fair! Not fair, not fair! I never did anything to that lady. Why-oh-why does she torture me and let her deform son rape me with his monstrous prick. WHY, WHY, WHY!”

Suddenly the wailing teen's kneeling body was illuminated by bright lights. Once again Wendy had failed to notice the approaching truck until it rounded the curve and the truck's headlights washed over her kneeling form.

“Hello Twat. Enjoy your little stroll?” Giggled the gray-haired woman as she step out of the truck. “I'm sure you did. It is such a lovely night for a nice relaxing walk. Isn't it? But now that your little stroll is over lets return to your comfy room for your date with my son.”

Sheer terror sped through Wendy as she whipped her head around and howled, “You said I could go home for being such a good pussy eater. You said I could choose to go home. I did choose home. Please let me go home. Please, please, please!”

The gray-haired woman walked up to the kneeling teen. She cupped her hand under the blubbering sixteen-year-old's chin and lifted her head up. “Silly, silly Twat, you are HOME. Your only home for the rest of your life is back down the road.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO! I WON'T GO BACK THERE! I WON'T GO BACK!” Wendy jerked her chin out of the gray-haired woman's hand, “I WILL KILL MYSELF FIRST!” Ignoring the ripping pain in her chest Wendy got to her feet and made the best possible speed that she could muster for the gorge edge. “I WON'T GO BACK! I WON'T GO BACK! NEVER! KILL MY FIRST! KILL MYSELF, KILL MYSELF!”

The gray-haired woman burst out with sidesplitting laughter at the frantic action of the fleeing teenager. “Yes Twat it is such a lovely night there's no reason to go back to your comfy room for your date with my son. You and my son can have your date right here under the moonlight.” The gray-haired woman let the family's playmate get within ten feet of the gorge's edge then cooed, “Gor honey, fuckee, fuckee.”

Gor shot out of the back of the truck and made a beeline to the fleeing teenager. Before Wendy could manage four more agonizing steps Gor was upon her.

“FUCKEE! FUCKEE!” Yelped Gor with glee as he yanked the teen back by her long red hair.

“NO PLEASE NO! PLEASEEEE…AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAGGGEEE!” Wendy's pleading was cut off as once again Gor's massive deformed cock was piledriven into her gaping, brutalize cunt.

The gray-haired woman climb up on to the hood of the truck and watched her son's date progress.

Neither Wendy's suicide attempt nor her vehement wish to die allowed her to escape her hellish existence. She awoke in the total darkness of the walk-in freezer. Her entire young body was filled with demonic pain. Especially her balled breasts. Gor had found highly amusing to grab her two jutting cantaloupes in his massive and powerful hands and squeezed them. The first time Gor squeezed her balled breasts Wendy was sure they would burst open like the over ripe cantaloupes whose form they resembled. But they didn't. What the squeezing of her balled breasts did do to the teen was make her forget about the ass reaming that she was enduring at the time as the mind blowing pain shooting through her chest washed out all other sensory input. In addition to squeezing her balled breasts as if they were a twin set of squeaky toys Gor used the mauled, balled mammary glands as anchor points to jerk Wendy up and down on his massive cock instead of using her ankles as he had done so before.

Wendy laid in the dark taking inventory of the numerous agonizing pains that wracked her young body. She could feel the stainless steel floor sucking heat from her body but she was in too much pain to move from the freezer floor to the thin mattress on the shelf at the back of the freezer.

“Home…home…I want to go home…I didn't do anything wrong. Let me go home…home…let me go…” Wendy stopped her chanting when a stream of sunlight cut across her sperm incased sixteen-year-old body as the walk-in freezer door opened.

“Good morning Twat. Ready for another fun filled day. I got a score of exciting activities planed.”

“Please no more. I hurt all over. I'm in so much pain. Please let me rest. Please, Oh god please. Let me rest until the pain goes away.” Wendy whimpered desperately.

“I don't care how much pain you are in Twat! Your father didn't care how much pain I was in when I gave birth to Gor. He didn't care how much pain my son went through after his birth. Your father didn't care about the pain my son went through when he was teased by other children do to his oddities. Oddities that your father created when he injected my son with that drug while he was still in my womb. A drug your father said that my son need to correct a genetic disorder so he would be normal. Well Twat does my son look like a normal eight-year-old to you ?” the gray-haired woman snapped with venom in her voice.

Wendy gasped in shock to discover that Gor was not a man but a boy. A boy half her age. But he defiantly was not built like an eight-year-old nor was his sexual prowess of a child. Wendy could attest to his virility. God how she could attest.

Wendy knew her father was a world-renowned geneticist. And she vaguely remembered something about one of her father's experiments that had gone awry. Now she had seen the result of her father's mishap. “No, Gor doesn't look like a normal eight-year-old.” Wendy whimpered.

“You damn right he doesn't. And now you don't look like a normal sixteen-year-old harlot. A perfect match. My boy now had a mate. And who better then the daughter of the man who created him. So Twat get use to the fact this is your life now. Twat you will never see your father or mother ever again. Twat you will never have a normal life again. Twat your only purpose in life from now on is to satisfied my son and entertain me. Understand Twat?”

“Oh god, but I didn't do anything to you or your son.”

“Twat, I don't give a fuck what you did or not do! I asked if you understand that your only purpose in life from now on is to satisfied my son and entertain me. Well Twat, do you understand?” Growled the gray-haired woman as she cut the air with the electrical wire.

Wendy cringed in terror at the sound of the wire slicing through the air. She whimpered pathetically, “Yes I understand.”

“Good then Twat, come get your yummy meal so we can start today's fun filled activities. And Twat, don't forget. Proper posture.”

With agonizing, relentless pain roaring through her abused young body, especially in her twin cinder block laden cantaloupe breasts Wendy rose up on her tenderized feet to her full height. She then studiously took the first hellish step of another day of torture and rapes at the hands of the gray-haired woman and her deformed son. Silently Wendy Louise Harrison, daughter of the renowned geneticist Dr. Richard Dale Harrison silently uttered a spiteful curse upon the person that was responsible for predicament that the sixteen-year-old teenager found herself in. Her FATHER!

THE END