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Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 1: Fuckee, Fuckee

Wendy begun her fourth month of captivity by being jolted awake by the loud banging of the metal door to the walk-in freezer where she was being held captive being open. She jumped and scurried to the corner of the dirty jism incrusted mattress of the makeshift bed she was laying on. She tried to squeeze herself into smallest ball as she could while praying that she wouldn't be rapped again.

“FUCKEE, FUCKEE!” Came a high pitch child like giggle from the doorway.

Oh god no…please not again…no more…please!” Wendy wailed as she looked at the hulking form in the doorway.

“FUCKEE, FUCKEE!”

In sheer terror Wendy watched the hulking-man stoop and turn sideways so he could fit through the walk-in freezer door. Once in the freezer, which was now Wendy's, room the hulking gorilla-man straitened up to his full 7'4” height and his broad body completely obscured the 3' wide doorway.

The hulking-man look like Darwin's missing link. He had gorilla like features in his face and muscular body, which was covered with vast amount of long black body hair. There was no doubt that he was a male for sticking strait out from his groin like a steel rod was a 18-inch long cock that was as thick as Wendy's fist. A cock that the 16-year-old was very, very familiar with.

The powerfully built massive gorilla-man sat the one-gallon tin pail that he was holding down in the center of the freezer as he approached the freezer shelf that Wendy was cowering on. Once he reached the shelf he reached across it to where Wendy was cowering and grabbed each of her slender ankles in his powerful massive hands. He yanked Wendy's legs up and wide apart as he dragged her young body across the dirty jism incrusted mattress. With a little jockeying around the gorilla-man aligned his massive fist size bulbous cock head up with Wendy's gapping, mincemeat looking vaginal entrance. Once his gigantic cock was aligned with the young teen's vagina he yanked upwards on Wendy's ankles.

“AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGEEEEEEE!!!!!!!” Wendy howled like a bangee as the humongous cock roared its way through her vaginal canal. Stretching and tearing the dry passage as it plunged deeper and deeper. The massive cock smashed its way passed her cervix to plunge deeply into her womb. As his wiry crotch hairs and his goose egg size balls slammed into Wendy's vee of her crotch the fist size bulbous cock head slammed into the very end of Wendy's stretched womb.

Despite being raped untold times by the gorilla-man it was sheer hellish agony for Wendy. She continued to scream at the top of her lungs and thrashed about like a wild bronco as her vagina and womb were stretched well pass their maximum elasticity. From the very first time that this gorilla-man ripped into her virgin vagina Wendy knew she had so much internal damage done to her 16-year-old reproductive system that she would never ever have any children.

Once he had bottomed out in the cunt that his huge pleasure giver was buried in he shoved downward on the ankles he was gripping until his fist size bulbous cock was just inside of the widely stretched bleeding cunt. Then he jerked the teen's ankles back up plunging his humongous cock all the way back into the howling thrashing young girl. Like an old rag doll the gorilla-man bounced the hapless 16-year-old up and down on his monstrous pleasure stick.

For over five minutes gorilla-man bounced the howling teen up and down on his massive cock. Then he felt his balls tighten, his already massive cock swell even more finally his massive frame trembled with excitement as his sperm jetted from his piss slit. He dumped over a cup of jism directly into Wendy's womb before he started pulling his still ridged massive cock back out of the teen's ravaged cunt.

With a loud squishy, slurping pop the gorilla-man pulled completely out of Wendy's young body. Clumsily the huge gorilla-man fumbled with Wendy's ankles until he swapped them around in his hands. Then like a pancake he flipped the squirming, howling teen over. As he did with her vaginal entrance the gorilla-man jockeyed Wendy around until his fist size prick head was aligned with her deformed, stretched out sphincter.

With renewed vigor Wendy's howling rattled the dull metal walls of her prison and her thrashing went wild as the gargantuan gorilla-man iron hard cock was pile driven up her poop-chute until it bottomed out. Up and down Wendy was jerked by her ankles, the massive gorilla-man's cock stretching and ripping her shitter to shreds. Once again Wendy's young body was filled with a cup of gooey male seed.

As his male member, begin to soften the gorilla-man released his grip on Wendy's ankles. The 16-year-old plummeted to the floor with blood and jism leaking from her stretched and deformed vagina and rectum. Wendy curled into a fetal position wishing her ordeal was over. But she knew better for she still had one more hole that the gorilla-man would want to use. She didn't have to wait long.

The gorilla-man reached down with his powerful burly hands on each side of her head and wrapped them in Wendy's long red hair. She was lifted up off the floor until the monstrous semi-erect jism, blood and shit covered phallus was in front of her tear stricken face. Wendy knew better then to resist what was required of her to do. The first time she tried to avoid allowing her mouth being used as a cunt it had cost her the front four of her upper teeth and two of her front lower teeth after the gorilla-man smashed his fist into her once beautiful face. So the barely conscious 16-year-old stuck out her tongue and started to lick the drooping massive cock before her. As the cock harden the young teen jacked her mouth open as wide as she could to allowed the massive cock to be inserted into her oral orifice. As it was shoved in Wendy once again herd her jawbones pop as the massive cock worked its way into her mouth and down her throat.

With the gorilla-man being so tall and Wendy being 4'8”s her knees were held up off the floor by the grip on her long red hair as the gorilla-man rocked her head back and forth along his harden prick. Wendy chock and gagged each time the massive cock was slammed down her throat. When the prick was pulled back in to her mouth Wendy had quickly learned to exchange much needed air in her burning lungs. Back and forth bobbed her head, in and out the massive cock slid in her mouth and throat until he gorilla-man dump his third cup size load of hot sticky sperm directly into her stomach.

The young teen was rape by the gorilla-man a dozen more time before he was finished with her. Though all three of her orifices were used the gorilla-man plunged his massive cock up the howling teen's ravaged rectum more times then he fuck her other two holes.

After using Wendy for his sexual gratification the teenager was carried by her hair to the tin pail and dropped upon her knees before it. Stars exploded behind her eyes and her face flew into the tin pail as a powerful blow smacked the back of her head. Her face splashed into a brownish-gray semi-solid liquid.

“EAT!” boomed the child like voice of the gorilla-man.

Wendy started to lap and suck up the semi-solid liquid. It was the most godoxious tasting stuff that had ever passed through her lips. Even her own shit that covered the prick of the gorilla-man tasted better then the watery gruel she was now eating.

The first time she was told to eat the vile tasting gruel she refused. Her creamy white, heart shape buttocks were severely beaten with a length of old discarded electrical wire for her refusal. When Wendy still refused to eat the putrid smelling stuff in the little tin pail that her head was in she was advised that she would be beaten with the electrical wire until every last revolting morsel had been eaten. By the time Wendy had manage to finish her meal (which included swallowing back down the vile gruel that she had up-chucked several times) wicked looking, bloody lines were etched into her golden tanned back, and buttocks.

As Wendy ate her discussing meal she cast her eyes upwards to the only source of light in the dark freezer, the open stainless steel door to her prison. She longed to get up and run for that exit but she was too frightened to try. She had tried several times to escape. However the gorilla-man always easily caught her. Then she would suffer greatly for having trying to escape. The first time she tried to escape the soles of her feet were introduce to the length of old electrical wiring that had striped her tender back. The bottoms of both feet were a criss-cross of wild blood incrusted, dark purple welts. Which were still throbbing in immense pain. So the teen remained on her hands and knees eating her godoxious tasting meal. The only source of nourishment, which included the only liquid that she periodically got. Other then the gorilla-man's seminal fluids.

While she was eating her meal the gorilla-man stood behind her jacking his monstrous crank. Just as Wendy finished licking up the last bit of her godoxious liquidly meal another cup of sticky, gooey jism sprayed across her back. Soaking her from the back of her head to her butt.

“POTTY! PEE-PEE AND POO-POO!” The child like gorilla-man's voice bellowed.

Wendy quickly squatted over the tin pail that she had just eaten from and relived her bladder and bowels. When she was done reliving herself into her food pail she was rewarded with a brutal kick to her right 36C breast that had been forced into a very tight ball shape by an elastic wire wrapped around its base. The kick sent her sprawling backwards to land with a loud thump on the metal floor upon her back.

The gorilla-man picked up her food pail that now held her bodily waste and exited the room with it. Standing outside of her room the gorilla-man giggled in his child like voice, “Good fuckie-fuckie.” Then with a loud clank he slammed the metal door to Wendy's prison closed plunging the 16-year-old back into total darkness.

With excruciating pain rattling her entire body the young teen yelped in agony as she rolled over on her stomach. With effort she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. With sticky, gooey jism and blood leaking from her vagina and rectum along with jism dripping from her hair and body Wendy crawled to the back of the walk-in freezer. She painfully crawled up onto the wafer thin jism and blood incrusted mattress and coiled into a fetal position. As she laid in total darkness on the filthy mattress sobbing Wendy's mind flashed back to the day of her abduction several months ago.

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 2: The Lake

Wendy picked up one of the many brightly wrapped birthday gifts at her sweet 16-birthday party there was a note on it. Open this when you're alone Love Peter.

Placing the package back down on the table she looked across the room at Peter who was standing with a chicken-shit grin plastered on his face. Peter was her current boyfriend. Though they had been going out for several months now nothing beyond some light petting and necking had gone on. No sex at all Wendy was still a virgin and she planed to stay that way for a long time to come. She hasn't even had oral sex yet. The nearest thing to sex that young Wendy had was a few hand jobs with Peter. Peter had tried to talk Wendy into doing more but the young teen had refused.

Alone up in her room after the party she opened the mysterious gift from Peter. She was glad she did so in the solitude of her bedroom as she blushed from the top of her head to the tip of her 36” C-cup breasts when she saw what was inside the box. A hot, florescent pink two-piece bathing suit was laying spread out in the box. The suit was extremely skimpy and the material was translucent. Nestled in-between the two pieces of the suit, was a short note: See you at the beach party Saturday night babe. Love Peter your sex God!

“Fat chance Peter; no way in hell are you going to see me in this thing.” Wendy tossed the box with the nearly nonexistence bathing suit onto her dresser. Then she got ready for bed.

When Wendy got up in the morning she took a long steamy shower then started to get ready for her day of riding her new horse. She opened her underwear drawer. As she reached into it her eyes caught the hot pink bathing suit that Peter had given her. “What the hell; why not. I'll ride to the lake and try this baby out.” Wendy giggled to herself.

After putting on the bathing suit she moved in front of the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. Wendy blush deep red as she stood looking at herself in the two-piece, hot pink bathing suit. The top consisted of two small triangles that barely covered the two dark circles of her areolas. Leaving the rest of her high and firm golden tanned 36C breasts exposed. Her long eraser size nipples could easily be seen pressing against the thin material. Two thin strings kept the top on one went around her long thin neck the other behind her golden back.

The thong bikini bottom wasn't much bigger. The pink strip in front was just large enough to cover her sex and the thong back, slid into the deep dark crevice of her bottom leaving both golden tanned globes of her buttocks fully exposed. The light Lycra suit clung to her young body like a second skin outlining her plump outer lips of her vagina and its slit. It was one hot, sexy suit. Her long auburn hair that fell to the small of her back covered 95% more flesh then the hot pink bathing suit did.

Wendy ran her hands over her firm twin mounds stopping long enough to tweak her nipples, which instantly harden and became more prominent as the two nubs engorged themselves with blood.

Wendy continued to run her hands down her slim body. Across her flat but slightly sunken tummy, around her 18” waist, to her 22” hips and down her long lean well tone legs. “Damn I'm one hot babe!” Wendy chuckled to herself as she straitened up. “I would love to wear this hot peace to the beach but daddy would go ballistic

After admiring herself in the mirror for several minutes she dressed in her riding clothes and put her long auburn hair into a single braded ponytail. Then she headed out to the barn to get Thunder.

It was a clear and sunny day with just a few whispery white clouds drifting lazily across the blue sky. So Wendy headed the feisty pure white two-year-old Arabian stallion her father had gotten her for her birthday down the well-used trail leading from the house.

She had spent the morning ridding the stallion to the south shore of the large lake on her father's vast estate. Despite his name the ride went very smoothly. She arrived at the lake without any instances around midday Having been the first time she had ridden the stallion she didn't know of she could trust the big horse not to wander off on her so she tied the horse off to a low tree limb so that her new horse could reach the lake for a cool drink and have access to the lush green grass to eat.

The lake was her most favorite place on her father's vast estate. There was a clump of tree on either side of a small sandy beach to provide shade if needed. A wide strip of grass to sunbathe on all day long. And the best part unless she invited someone down there with her she had the place all to herself.

Wendy laid out a thick cotton blanket on the ground. After shucking her riding clothes Wendy waded into the warm waters of the lake. She folic around in the warm water for nearly an hour. During that time she had to adjust the bathing suit often because her breasts constantly popped out from the two little triangles covering her nipples and the bottom triangle kept riding up into the slit of her vagina.

With one final adjustment to her bathing suit Wendy climbed out of the lake. “Nope; definitely not a suit to swim in.” the teen giggled, “But it's a great suit to sunbath in.” She continued to giggle as she sat down on the blanket. After applying a thick layer of suntan lotion on her body Wendy laid back and closed her eyes to soak up the sunrays.

Wendy jolted upright to a sitting position when a dark shadow passed over her. Her eyes widen in shock as she watched a powerfully built gorilla-man standing well over 7' tall walking pass her heading towards Thunder. The physical characteristics came closer to this likeness than any of the others. The hairy burly body, the short forehead stooping down to the close-set beady eyes, flared nostrils, thick lips, and there were the long dangling arms hanging in the ape-like fashion and his skin was thick and tough, more like an animal's hide than human flesh. He had a face that looked like that wax figure of a Cro-Magnon man she saw at the museum last year. He had a large barreled chest that was four feet wide, which rippled with powerful muscles underneath layer after layer of thick coarse black hair from the top of his head to the waistband of the camouflage pants that he wore. His hairy arms were very muscular that swayed in long arcs. The knuckles of his large hairy hands nearly brushed the ground as they sailed back and forth. Wendy thought that this huge hairy man looked more like a gorilla than a human being.

The huge gorilla-man placed a one of his powerful hands on each side of Thunders head just behind the steed's eyes.

Wendy was about to say something to the huge gorilla-man; but before she could speak the powerfully built gorilla-man twisted Thunders head sharply to the right.

CRACK! The loud sound shattered the quietness of the lake.

THUMP! Thunder dropped to the ground dead.

SNAP! As easily as snapping a pencil the huge gorilla-man easily broke off the tree limb that Thunder was hitched to. Then as if he was picking up a pillow the huge gorilla-man lifted Thunder's lifeless body over his head and lobbed the stallion.

SPLASH! Some 25' from the shore Thunder's body plummeted into the clear blue lake. Wendy was so in shock at the death and disposal of her Arabian stallion that she was unable to utter a word or move.

“AAARRRGGGEEEE!!!!” Wendy's silence ended when the hulking gorilla-man grabbed and lifted her into the air by her long auburn ponytail.

Ripping pain roared through her scalp as she dangled like a side of beef by her hair. She rushed both of her small hands up the single huge powerful hand holding her up. Despite her frantic efforts she could not get the gorilla-man to released his hold on her long auburn ponytail. She strain her long lean legs stretching her feet into pointe stance in an attempt to reach the ground a foot below her.

Hoping her position was right Wendy folded her legs back. With full force of her young lean leg muscles Wendy swung her feet forwarded.

THUD!

Wendy's aim wasn't on target. Instead of slamming her feet into the gorilla-man's crotch they impacted into his left thigh.

SMACK! Wendy spun like a top by her hair after a powerful blow across her face. Hanging limply Wendy spun and spun. As her hair tighten into a coil Wendy's spinning slowed to a stop then she started spinning in the opposite direction as her tightly wound hair began to unwind. When Wendy finally stopped spinning the gorilla-man flipped her over his shoulder. The barely conscious teen hung limply by her hair with blood running from her split lip and busted nose.

With ease the gorilla-man carried the teen into the woods near the lake to an old sun weathered yellow 24-foot moving van that had it's original owner's logo painted over. Wendy was flung by her hair, into the back of the moving van like a sack of potatoes. THUD! Wendy slammed into the cargo floor of the van. She skidded along the van's cold metal floor until she banged up against the wall separating the cab from the cargo compartment.

The rear of the moving van dip downward and the springs squeaked and groaned as they strained to take the weight of the gorilla-man climbing into the cargo compartment with Wendy. The van rocked back and forth as the gorilla-man sat down and made himself comfortable.

Wendy groggily looked passed the hulking form of the gorilla-man and saw a heavyset, gray-haired woman in her late fifties standing slightly to the left just behind the sitting behemoth. The woman looked up with loving eyes while gently stroking his hairy arm “Gor you sit there nice and still and quit like for mommy. OK sweetheart?” The old woman stated to the gorilla-man in a sweet singsong voice of a mother talking to her baby.

“Okee-doekee mommy; Gor sit here like a good boy mommy.” Happily chirped the gorilla-man as if he was a toddler as he looked over his shoulder at the gray hair woman.

Wendy's spine tingled from fright as the gray hair woman's gray eyes shifted from motherly love filled eyes to ones of pure hate as she locked them onto the cowering teen. “And you; you Twat; the same goes for you! If you move or make a single peep Gor, here will smash that pretty face of yours till it's not so pretty any more!” Bellowed the gray haired woman.

Not only did sheer terror race through Wendy's young body but she saw the huge gorilla-man cringe and whine.

“It's alright honey. Mommy not mad at Gor. It's that Twat over there that mommy is mad at.” Cooed the gray hair woman as she once again started stroking the gorilla-man's powerful hairy arm. “If that Twat doesn't listen to mommy you can punch its face. Ok Gor?”

A wide grin spread across the gorilla-man's face as her clinched his massive hands into fists “Gor likes to punch. Can Gor punch Twat's face now?”

“No honey not now. Only if Twat is bad then Gor can punch. Ok?” The gray haired woman cooed softly.

“Alright mommy Gor will wait for Twat to be bad before punching face.” The gorilla-man stated dejectedly as if he had just been denied a piece of candy. Then he began cracking his knuckles.

“Mommy is going to close the door now so we can go home. Ok honey?”

“Uh-huh mommy.”

Wendy and the gorilla-man were plunged into darkness as the cargo compartment door was rolled down and latched into place. Within moments Wendy heard the moving van's engine roar to life then lurched forward. As the van rolled along Wendy stared into the darkness. But she couldn't see a thing. She did however hear the constant knuckle cracking the gorilla-man was making.

Wendy held perfectly still not even daring to cry for fear that the missing link from the stone age would think that she was disobeying its mother's instructions and start pounding on her face.

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 3: The Diner

Wendy had no idea how long she stared into the darkness cowering and sobbing silently. She could feel the surface the van moved over change several times. Other then the noise of the van made, as it headed for some unknown destination was the constant knuckle cracking from the gorilla-man. When the van finally stopped and the cargo door was rolled up Wendy saw that it was in the middle of the night.

“Come on out Gor.” Cooed the gray-haired woman.

The moving van started rocking about and sprung up as the gorilla-man climbed out of the van. “Did Gor do good mommy?” Asked the gorilla-man once he was standing next to his mother.

“Yes, honey Gor was a very good boy. Gor was so good that he has earned four whole apples.” Cooed the gray-haired woman.

The gorilla-man squealed with excited delight as he took the apples the gray-haired woman was holding out to him. Wendy watched the gorilla-man pop one of the apples into his mouth whole like a grape and begin chewing on it.

“Now Gor, honey mommy is going to talk to Twat. Mommy is not mad at Gor so go ahead and eat your apples. Ok?”

“Ok, mommy.” Chirped the gorilla-man then popped another apple into his mouth.

“The gray-haired woman turned and face the cowering teen in the back of the van. “Get off that fucking lazy ass you worthless Twat and haul it out here; or I'll have my baby do it for you!” bellowed the gray-hair woman.

The terrified teen scrambled as fast as she could up off the floor of the moving van and scurried out of the van to stand shivering from fear next to the gray-hair woman.

“Move it Twat!”

Wendy stumbled forward as the gray-hair woman shoved her. In the light of the full moon that had past its zenith hours ago Wendy saw she was heading for a diner that looked rundown and abandoned. Just before entering the diner the gray-hair woman took down a lantern hanging next to the door and lit it.

In the dim glow of the lantern Wendy could see that indeed the diner had been abandoned. Busted tables and chairs were sprawled about. They and all of the surfaces were covered with a thick layer of grim and dust. Wendy was lead through the filthy place to a storage area that held a large walk-in freezer. The gray-hair woman shoved Wendy hard. The teen pitched forward and slammed onto the cold metal floor of the freezer.

“TWAT! I hope you love your new home! Because you are going to be here for a while!” Growled the gray-hair woman.

Before Wendy could respond the gray-hair woman slammed the freezer door closed plunging the teen into darkness once again. The young teen scrambled up off the floor and rushed to the door. Her hands swept across the surface of the door but she was unable to locate any type of release mechanism to open the door. Using all of her strength she pushed and pounded with her small fists against the door. After several futile minutes of trying to open the freezer door Wendy slowly slid back down to the floor and begin sobbing as she gave up trying to open the freezer door.

Wendy didn't know how long she sat sobbing as she leaned against the unyielding freezer door; but when she finally did stop crying she began exploring her dark prison. By touch alone Wendy discovered that the freezer was 10'X12' area with shelving along three of its walls. During her exploration Wendy discovered a thin mattress on a shelf along the freezer's back wall. After completely exploring her small cell and not finding anything else the distraught teen worked her way back to the back of the freezer and climb onto the mattress she found. She coiled up into a fetal position and cried herself to sleep.

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 4 : Escape

Wendy howled, as she was yanked off the mattress by her long auburn hair. She squealed and howled, as she was drag across the floor by her hair by the gorilla-man. Wendy was dragged out of the freezer, through the storage room and out the diner's back door before the grip on her hair was released.

“Uuggh!” Wendy yelped as a shoe slammed into her kidney.

“TWAT! Get off that lazy good for nothing ass!” Bellowed the gray-hair woman.

Wendy got up. She got up and ran. The 16-year-old ran as fast as her lithely youthful legs would carry her. She ran and ran. She ran faster then she had ever run before. As she ran her youthful bouncing 36C breasts popped out of the two small triangular shaped pink material that made up her bathing suit top. Wendy didn't have time to worry about modesty as her youthful 36C breasts freely flopped and bounced wildly about as she ran. The only thing on her mind was to escape. So Wendy ran and ran and ran down the dirt road.

“Gor go get Twat.”

Despite his grotesque bulky, misshape formed Gor was quite agile. It didn't take him very long to catch the fleeing teen despite her head start and speed.

The 16-year-old's flight for freedom didn't last long. Before she could even cover fifty-yards the powerful gorilla-man slammed into her. Wendy plowed into the ground with the gorilla-man's massive bulk on top of her. The tackle knocked the wind out of Wendy. The teen had to struggle mightily to get air into her oxygen-starved lungs as she laid under the crushing weight of the gorilla-man. Wendy gasped in a lung full of fresh, sweet air when the gorilla-man climbed off of her. Wendy howled in pain and shot her hands up to her scalp when the gorilla-man wrapped her long auburn ponytail around one of his powerful hands and started to drag her across the ground.

While Gor dragged Wendy behind him by her hair back to his mother the teen desperately tried to scramble to her feet. Every time she managed to even begin to get a foothold Gor would yank on her hair forcing her fall back down into the dirt.

“Gor honey, hold Twat's feet towards mommy.” Cooed the gray-hair woman.

Wendy was jerked in front of the gorilla-man then the grip on her hair was released. Before Wendy could react the teen was snatched off the ground by her ankles. Franticly Wendy squirmed wildly about and her core shook with dread as the gorilla-man held her ankles firmly in one of his powerful fists so that the tender bottoms of her feet were at just the right height and position for the gray-hair woman to use a length of old electrical wiring that she was holding in her hand.

Swoosh! Crack!

“YEEEEEAAAOOOOOLLLL!!! AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEEE!!!!” Wendy howled as the electrical wire slashed across the bottom of her left foot. A bright red line swelled up on the tender bottom of Wendy's left foot.

Swoosh! Crack!

“YEEEEEAAAOOOOOLLLL!!! AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEEE!!!!”

A red line sprung up across the bottom of Wendy's right foot

Wendy desperately tried with all of her might to free her ankles from the powerful grip the gorilla-man had on them. But it was a futile attempt. The gorilla-man held her feet out towards the gray-hair woman with such ease that all of Wendy's struggles were as if she was nothing but a limp rag doll.

Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack…

The young teen howled, thrashed and bounced her upper body up and down and across the ground wildly about as time after time the bottoms of her tender feet were slashed with the electrical wire. When the gray-hair woman finally stopped beating the 16-year-old's feet were a mass of criss-crossing blood dripping welts.

“Gor honey, let go of the Twat's ankles.”

“Ok mommy.”

When Wendy ankles were released her lower torso and legs dropped to the ground. She laid sobbing in the dirt; her feet felt as if they had caught on fire.

The gray-hair woman leaned over the sobbing teen and hissed, “Twat that should take care of your jackrabbit antics for a while.”

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 5: New Playmate

Gor looked down at the sobbing teen. The tiny bits if cloth that had been covering the swells on her chest no longer did so. He watched those two large globes of firm flesh quiver and shake with each sobbing breath that she took. Gor felt his penis fill with blood. He reached down and began stroking his growing stiffening penis through the kaki pants that he wore.

“Mommy?”

In an instance the gray-hair woman's facial expression changed from loathing spiteful one to a smiling tender loving one, as her head swung from the face of the sobbing teen to her son's face. “What is it Gor, honey?” she cooed softly.

“Mommy my pee-pee stick is all hard and hurting; can I play with it to make it feel better?”

The gray-hair woman looked at her son's groin and saw the massive bulge under his pants. “Not just yet Gor honey. Lets take Twat back inside first.

Gor let out a mournful groan as he said, “Alright mommy; Gor will wait.”

“Twat; get to your feet!” Snapped the gray-hair woman as she kicked Wendy in the side of her head.

The still sobbing teen rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself to her hands and knees. She pulled her right foot forward and tried to lift herself off the ground with it. “AAAARRRRGGGGGEEE!!!!” Wendy howled as she put pressure onto the bottom of her tenderized right foot. The 16-year-old crumpled back to the ground and coiled into a tight fetal position.

With an evil sadistic grin plastered on her face she barked at the coiled up sobbing teen. “Twat you haul that worthless ass out here and by God your ARE going to march it back to the diner!”

“Oh please, please my feet hurt. They hurt something awful. Don't make me walk on them. I just can't.” Wendy sobbed.

“Gor honey, grab Twat's hair. Make Twat stand. Do not lift Twat off the ground. Just make Twat stand.”

“Alright mommy.”

“EEEEEEEKKKKKKKEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!” Wendy yelped as Gor yanked her to her feet by her hair. The young teen curled her feet inward to stand on the outsides edges of her feet, so that she wouldn't put any pressure on the bottoms of the beaten feet.

Swoosh! Crack! Swoosh! Crack!

“AAARRRRGGGGEEEEE!!!!” Wendy howled when in quick succession the gray hair woman slashed the wire across the young teen's nipples.

“Twat I'll beat them nippers off if you don't plant the bottoms of them feet on the ground!” Snarled the gray-haired woman.

Wendy's tear streaked face corkscrewed into a pain filled grimace as she rolled her feet from their sides to their bloody welted bottoms. If it wasn't for Gor holding Wendy up by her long auburn hair she would have collapsed to the ground from the pain that shot from the bottoms of her welted feet, through her long shapely legs, up her spine and exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors behind her eyes.

The young teen's bloody feet caked up with dirt from the dirt road as she was forced to return to the run down diner. Once in the diner she was forced to walk over to the diner's counter and lay on its dusty surface.

Wendy was happy to be up on the counter and off her welted, bloody, mud caked feet. She rolled over to her left side and pulled her legs up to her chest. Gingerly she stroked her fingers over the bottoms of her beaten feet. Her tear-streaked eyes were wide open, filled with pain and terror as they darted between mother and son.

“Gor, honey I'm going to show you a new way to play with your pee-pee. So listen closely to mommy. Ok honey?” Cooed the gray-haired woman sweetly to her son.

“Yes mommy, Gor will listen to mommy. How Gor can play with his pee-pee in a new way.” Gor chirped child like.

“Ok Gor, honey. Now during this new game I might yell and scream but I will not be upset with you. It will be Twat that I'll be upset with. So don't get scared. Ok Gor?”

“Gor gets scared when mommy yells.”

“I know Gor, I know but it is necessary. Twat is not a good little boy like my Gor is. So mommy has to yell at Twat during the new pee-pee game. If Gor is a good boy, mommy will give Gor a whole bag of apples.

“A bag of apples just for Gor? Gor can have all the apples in the bag?” Gor squealed excitedly.

“Yes Gor, honey the entire bag of apples just for Gor to eat by himself if Gor is a very good boy and does what mommy says during the new pee-pee game.”

“I will be a good boy mommy. Can I have the apples now mommy?” Gor continued to squeal.

“After the pee-pee game Gor.”

“Ok mommy Gor will wait.” Gor responded dejectedly.

“That's a good boy Gor. Now Gor needs to take his pants off now so his pee-pee is ready to play the new game.”

Gor shucked his pants.

“DEAR GOD NO!” Screamed Wendy as she saw Gor's massive phallus bobbed into view as he removed his pants.

The monstrous ridged phallus was longer then her forearm and just as thick. The massive phallus was deformed. It curled like a corkscrew and had thick, hard, fleshy knurls running up and down its entire length. Hanging below the massive phallus was a huge sack that had set of goose egg sized testes within it.

Though Wendy had never had sex before she wasn't stupid. She knew from the talk of a pee-pee game and the massive, deformed, ridged, bobbing cock jetting from a thick forest of wiry black hair that she was about to be raped.

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!” Wendy screamed.

Wendy shimmed off the counter and scrambled onto her hands and knees then to her welted feet. Once again she took off running as fast as she could. Though with her feet supporting multiple brutal welts her running speed was less then half of her previous escape speed was.

“Gor, honey go get Twat. Twat is part of the new pee-pee game.”

Wendy had no idea where she was running. She just knew that she had to get away. Wendy painfully sprinted through the double swinging doors leading into the diner's kitchen. Hoping to find an exit that she could escape from. She barely made it through the double swinging doors when she was once again tackled. Gor dragged the squealing, franticly struggling teen back to the counter and swung her back on top of it.

Wendy landed with a heavy thud upon the counter top that drove the wind out of her. It left the teen gasping for air.

“Gor, grab one of Twat's ankles in each hand.”

Gor complied with his mother's command. He quickly let go of Wendy's ponytail and grabbed her ankles in his powerful hands before the teen had a chance to react.

“Gor pull Twat's legs very wide apart.”

Wendy wince in pain as Gor jerked her lean, shapely legs so far apart that the teen thought that she was going to be snapped in two like a wishbone.

The gray-haired woman reached between Wendy's outstretched legs and grasped the florescent pink strip of Lycra that had ridden up into her vaginal slit. The teen howled in anguish and shuddered atop of the counter as the bottom of her bathing suit was yanked off her along with a clump of her red pussy hair. She rushed her hands down to her crouch.

After removing Wendy's bathing suit bottom and cuntal hair the gray-haired woman notice the teen's screams were upsetting her son. She cooed sweetly to him to calm him down. “Gor, honey it's alright. Mommy here.”

“Gor scared.” Gor responded nervously.

“Gor, honey don't be scared. Nothing will harm you.”

“Loud noise scare Gor.” Gor wined.

“Gor, honey it's alright Twat likes to make noise. Just like Buttons did.”

“Buttons? Buttons here?”

“No, Gor, Buttons is not here he went bye-bye forever remember.”

Buttons was a large Saint Bernard dog that Gor had awhile back. He would play with the dog for hours on end. However despite warnings from his mother Gor would forget how very strong he was and hurt the dog causing it to yelp in pain. One day Gor was hugging the dog after playing fetch with him. Once again Gor forgot how powerful he was and crushed the dog to death. Since then Gor had no one to play with. It was just him and mommy. And mommy didn't play with him.

“Gor remembers. Gor been lonely without Buttons to play with.”

“I know Gor, honey. That's why mommy got Twat. So mommy's little boy would have a new playmate. But Gor honey you must never, ever squeeze Twat like you did Buttons. Ok Gor?”

“Gor will not squeeze Twat. Gor will be careful.”

“Gor, honey mommy need to punish Twat so Twat will behave.”

“Mommy hit Gor?” Gor asked nervously.

“No Gor, mommy will not hit Gor. Mommy will only hit Twat.”

“No hit Gor?”

“No Gor, honey mommy will not hit Gor. Now remember Gor that Twat will make a lot of noise when you play with it, so do not be scared. Be mommy's brave little boy.”

“Gor be brave mommy. Gor not be scare.”

With her son calmed down the gray-haired woman turned her attention to Wendy. She got the electrical cable that she had beaten the teen's feet with. Using all of her strength that she possessed she slash the wire across Wendy's nipples.

Wendy screeched in sheer agony and her body bucked atop the counter as a result of the lashing of her nipples. She rushed her hands from her crotch to her beaten nipples trying to sooth the burning pain in them.

The gray-haired woman gently took hold of her son's massive penis and guided it to the entrance of Wendy's cunt.

“Gor, honey pull Twat towards you slowly.”

The childish missing link, slowly begin dragging Wendy towards him by her ankles.

When the tip of Gor's massive bulbous cock head was pushed just inside Wendy's cunt slit the gray-haired woman let go of her son's stiff penis.

Wendy was terror stricken as she felt the lips of her pussy being spread wide apart. She rushed her hands back down towards her crotch to dislodge the massive cock head invading her virginal pussy. But before her hands reached their objective the gray-haired woman slashed the teen's nipples again. With scorching pain roaring through her nipples the howling teen forgot about the invasion of her virginal pussy. She cupped her hands over her nipples to protect them from the electrical wire assaulting them. The gray-haired woman continued to hit Wendy with the electrical wire only now she was hitting the backs of the teen's hands and her fingers instead of her nipples.

Ever so slowly Wendy was drawn onto the deformed cock jutting out Gor's groin. The corkscrew cock snagged the dry lining of Wendy's cuntal lining. It pulled and twisted the delicate flesh sending lighting bolts of searing pain throughout her cunt.

When his cock bumped against Wendy's hymen Gor stopped pulling on the teen's ankles.

“Gor, honey, do not stop pulling.”

Gor started to slowly pull on Wendy's ankles once again.

The teen screamed in agonizing pain as the hard, spongy tip of Gor's cock pressed relentlessly against her hymen. Suddenly with a blinding bolt of horrific pain washed through Wendy as her cherry was ripped away. The massive deformed cock continued to corkscrew its way through the teen's drvirginized cunt.

The frantic teen squirmed helplessly. All sense of balance had left her. Her brain was a maze of distorted thoughts, and she could not apply what thinking capacities she had to anything but what was immediately absorbing her. Presently, it was agony. She could feel the scorching, hot pain of the sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together in an attempt to hold off the huge invading corkscrew, but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite the monster and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her resisting vaginal passage. She felt the walls of her cringing cunt clasp around it like a skintight glove. She felt every fleshy ridge, twist and knurl as her nerve endings transmitted its enormous form in minute detail to her muddled mind like a televised beam.

“Dear God! He's ripping my insides apart!” Howled Wendy as Gor's cock tip pushed against the howling teen's cervix.

As painful as the lost of her cherry was it was nothing like the unbelievable pain that was now assaulting her tormented mind.

Like her hymen the hard, spongy tip pressed relentlessly against her cervix. Ever so slowly the massive deformed cock pushed its way pass Wendy's cervix, up her birth canal to pop into her birthing chamber. When Gor's wiry cock hairs mashed into Wendy's cunt hairs Gor stopped pulling on the teen's ankles.

The throbbing deformed cock was lodged deep in her stretched womb causing her soft, golden tan belly to bulge with the outline of Gor's massive cock. The folds of flesh of Gor's scrotum brushed up against Wendy's crouch and his huge balls were resting along the crevice of her ass. Wendy had become one with the massive invader.

A wicked grin spread across the gray-haired woman 's face at the sight of her son impaling the rich girl. She stopped swing the electrical wire.

“Gor, honey this is where the fun part of the new pee-pee game starts. Gor, honey as fast as you can jerk Twat up and down on your pee-pee. But be very careful not to let your pee-pee come out of Twat.”

Like a rag doll the behemoth jerked the petite teen by her ankles. Up and down, up and down Wendy bounce. She could feel the massive deformed cock rip her inners up as she was raped. She knew that the gorilla-man was destroying any chance of her ever having children.

Though Wendy was not enjoying a single second of her agonizing rape Gor was. The mentally challenged human oddity had never been so happy in his entire life. Gor felt the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his pee-pee as it slid back and forth through the hole he had his pee-pee in. A tingling sensation ran from the head of his pee-pee through out his body making his massive form shudder with delight. Gor's mommy was right. This was a much better way to play with his pee-pee. There had never been anything like this before. He would have to ask mommy if he could play with Twat like this whenever his pee-pee wanted to be played with.

“Oh, God he's killing me! Make him take it out.” Wendy whimpered through bared teeth, fighting the unrelenting pain roaring through her innards.

“What you are doing, Twat, is giving my son pleasure. I don't care one iota if you are in pain with my son's cock inside your belly. His days of masturbating are over. Your tight little fuck hole will bring my son's nothing but pleasure from now on,” the gray-haired woman snapped triumphantly down into Wendy's tormented face. “Do you understand me Twat?”

Wendy mouth fell limply open, the eyes clenched tightly shut and rolled her head at the vile sound of the obscene words. She tried to become accustomed to his bulky presence submerged in her belly but couldn't.

“It isn't real! Nothing is real! It just can't be happening! It's the devil doing this to me...tearing my insides to ribbons...Yes...it's the devil...Oh God help me! He is mad! He's an insane monster!”

Her head was flopping haphazardly on her neck with each jackhammer thrust and it was impossible to fight from her hopeless position. Her arms were flaying about wildly as she was jerked around by her ankles. She could feel the giant head of his filthy thing sliding up and down inside her inflamed, ripped passage. The hard knobs along his long, ugly cudgel rasped her cuntal and womb lining raw. And his heavy testicles slap against her rectum as he jerked her down.

Wendy felt a new agonizing pain to her insides as the head of his deeply sunk, tormenting cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs. It began to spurt! She could feel the hot, gooey white liquid shooting into her like fire, sloshing around her stretched womb like great streams of searing lava.

“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh ... God almighty! Noooo, nooo, nooo! It burning me!” she cried. Dear God, dear God help me! Don't let me die this way. It's ... it's like molten lava been dump into me. OH GOD! OH GOD!

“Gor, honey pull your pee-pee out.” The gray-haired woman grinned excitedly as she watched her son's blood tented, gooey sperm pour out of the rich teen's ravaged, stretched fuck hole. “Did Gor like the new pee-pee game?”

“Gor like the new pee-pee game mommy. Can Gor play again? Pee-pee still want to play. See mommy pee-pee wants to play some more. Can pee-pee play the new game?” Gor asked his mother excitedly.

The gray-haired woman looked at her son's still stiff massive ramrod that had blood tented, gooey strands of jism dripping from it. She knew from pass observation of her son's masturbating that he would fire off four to six cup size loads of jism. With this being Gor's first real fucking she was sure that her son would be able to stay hard and deliver at less six loads of his jism if not more. And she wasn't going to disappoint him. “Gor, can let his pee-pee play some more with Twat. But listen to mommy first.”

“Gor will listen mommy.” Gor responded as his body shook with anticipation.

“Gor, honey flip Twat over.”

With ease the powerful gorilla-man flipped the sobbing teen onto her stomach. The gray-haired woman spread Wendy's ass cheeks apart and guided the slimy, rubbery head of her son's cock to the tight star shape sphincter of Wendy's ass.

“Gor honey, pull Twat as fast as you can onto your pee-pee.”

As of a switch had been thrown the lethargic teen snapped into frantic action as all of the massive deformed cock reamed its way up her poop chute.

“God, Jesus! It's too big! It's going to kill me!” Wendy screeched through her tightly clenched teeth. But it was there, moving inward and she couldn't escape it. “It hurts! Oh God It hurts. Take it out! It's splitting me in half. Take it out!” Wendy howled.

“Of course it hurt Twat. It was supposed to hurt.” Snickered the gray-haired woman. “Alright Gor just like you did before. Jerk Twat up and down as quickly as you can on your pee-pee.

Wendy could barely think. She was horrible pain, unrelenting pain. It was like taking a huge, unrelenting log inside her, stretching her recital passage wider and wider until she thought she would be split in two. His vicious deformed cock surged into and out of her rectum, solidly and extremely painful. She tried to eject the massive corkscrew from her ass. She strained her recital muscles as if she was trying to shit out the largest turd that she has ever had in her young life. It didn't work, but she never gave up trying to dislodge the massive thing as it ripped her recital lining to shreds. Wendy howled and howled in agony.

Wendy dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lip, as the pain grew and grew. It was a mixture of horrible physical pain and mental anguish. She felt strangely wet between her buttocks. She realized with horror it was blood. Her blood from her torn rectum. She was being sodomized and she knew it. She tried to concentrate on other things, but each time her concentration was destroyed by another ass-splitting thrust which jolted her forward and made her squirm back onto his fleshy stem that was meting out the punishment. It was like having her bottom bored out by some huge excavator seeking coal.

Gor watched the reddish skin of the little round hole draw back with his pee-pee, clutching it as if it didn't want his pee-pee to come out. At first, the pressure on his pee-pee had been almost too much to bear, but now it was just tight and exhilarating, the type of squeeze that promised to draw his gooey white stuff right out of his pee-pee with every stroke.

Gor gaped at his purple, pee-pee shaft disappearing right up Twat's smooth-golden tan, gyrating ass with each thrust. It submerged until not even a half-inch of it showed, straining wildly in that tight, resistant passage, its chunky, lust-bloated head reaching far into her soft quaking belly. This hole was much, much more fun then the first hole was.

Wendy groaned in hellish agony every time his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin golden tanned buttocks. The rampaging instrument that was the length of her own forearm and just as thick was buried to his balls in her nearly split in half asshole. She was hopelessly impaled!

Suddenly, Wendy heard him coo with delight and gasp as he left his massive deformed cock buried deep up in the soft confines of her back channel. The young teen howled in pain and a violent shudder rippling through her whole body as suddenly her bowels were filled with a cup of hot, gooey sperm.

Seeing her son's blood tinted jism squirt out if the rich girl ass she cooed to her son, “Gor, honey slowly pull your pee-pee out.” She watched with utter fascination as inch after inch of her son's massive ridged cock slid out of the distorted asshole.

“Gor, honey let go of Twat's ankles.” The gray-haired woman commanded as her son's massive cock head came out of the howling teen's shitter with a loud sucking wet pop.

“Gor spin Twat around.”

Once the howling rich girl was facing the shit covered, blood tainted dripping jism cock the gray-haired woman aligned her son's bulbous purple cock head to teen's trembling lips.

“Open up Twat.” Snapped the gray-haired woman.

Wendy did the exact opposite. She clinched her lips tightly together and turned her head away from the massive, shit covered prick head in front of her.

“Gor, honey Twat is being bad. Punch Twat in the mouth so Twat will listen to mommy.”

Gor smashed his fist into Wendy's tightly clinched mouth. The blow nearly knocked the teen out. What it did do was knock out four of her upper front teeth and two of her lower front teeth. Wendy's mouth hung wide open with blood streaming from her it as the knocked out teeth clattered to the counter. Her perfect gleaming, white smile was now gone.

The gray-haired woman jerked the teen's head back towards her son's cock head. Once again the gray-haired woman guided her son's massive cock towards one of the teen's openings. She placed the bulbous head just inside the gapping mouth of the barely conscious teen.

“Gor grab Twat's ears.” After her son grabbed the rich girl's ears she cooed to him, “There you go Gor. Another hole for your pee-pee to play in.”

Gor jerked Wendy's head towards his groin. The massive, corkscrew cock roared through the teen's mouth and throat like a bullet train. Wendy started to gag and shutter as she was brutally sodomize orally. The tormented teen nearly choked to death as the massive deformed cock zipped in and out of her gullet. Every time the huge cock was rammed down her throat the unmistakable outline of the deformed sex organ could be seen. As with her vagina and rectum Wendy's narrow throat lining was ripped to shreds by the invading massive sex organ.

This time there was no jism coming out of the latest fuck hole for the gray-haired woman to see. The entire cup of slimy, gooey sperm was jetted strait into Wendy's stomach. The only way she knew that her son had ejaculated was by his animalistic grunts and his quivering body. By looking at the rich girl's expanded throat she could tell that her son still had a raging hard-on.

“Gor take your pee-pee out of Twat's hole.” The gray-haired woman smiled at her son and cooed softly to him, “Is Gor happy?”

“Gor is very happy mommy.” Cooed the behemoth gorilla-man.

“Would Gor like to play the new pee-pee game some more with Twat?

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Gor wants to play with Twat some more.”

“Can Gor remember how to put his pee-pee into Twat's three holes?”

“Gor remembers mommy.”

“That's a good boy Gor. Go ahead and play with Twat as much as you want.”

Play Gor did. He rapped Wendy's three fuck holes over and over. He easily exceed his mother expectations of his potency. Not including the first three decherrying rapes Gor manage to fire another dozen cup size loads of his jism into his new playmate

Gor's testicles ached and his prick cavorted as if it were charged with exploding gunpowder each time he rammed into her. Even the movement of her lithe squirming body excited him. Her complexion was flushed a bright red, her head rolling from side to side, howling in sheer anguish. Her howling no longer scared him instead her heart wrenching screams excited him even more adding to his animalistic lust. He jostled his cock around, moving his ramrod tantalizingly about her passages with fiendish delight. His simple mind could not comprehend the damage he was doing to the teen all he knew was that his pee-pee had never given him so much pleasure before. And Twat was his! A new playmate for him to play with. His new playmate was much, much better then Buttons ever was.

Though Gor raped every one of Wendy's fuck holes he reamed his pee-pee deep into Twat's shitter more often then the other two fuck holes that were available to him. Over and over and over Gor reamed the teen's poop chute. Even after Wendy passed out Gor continued to savagely pound his massive deformed cock into her fuck holes.

The gray-haired woman looked at her son's limp cock dangling between his hairy legs. The sex organ was drenched in a froth of blood-tented jism that was speckle with streaks of brown shit. She was amazed at the stamina that her son had. Fifteen hard fucks. Each delivering a full cup of sperm. She looked over at the unconscious teen that was covered with her son's sperm. The teen's cunt and shitter had globs of sperm leaching out of them especially the shitter. The two blood inflamed gapping holes pulsated as if they were searching for something to fill them. Though the Teen was unconscious her body was still twitching uncontrollable in a large pool of blood tinted, sticky, gooey jism. As the teen moaned in demonic pain jism bubbled out of her gapping mouth. Her once slightly concave stomach was now bulging from all the jism that was residing there.

“Is Gor finish playing with his pee-pee?”

“Gor all done mommy.”

“Did Gor like playing with Twat?”

“Gor like playing with Twat very much mommy.”

“Well then Gor mommy will let you keep Twat to play with whenever you like. Just say to Twat fuckie-fuckie then you can play the new pee-pee game with Twat. Can you remember that Gor?”

“Yes mommy. To play the pee-pee game with Twat I have to say fuckie-fuckie first.”

That's right Gor. Can Gor remember the order of the holes mommy showed him to play with?”

Yes mommy Gor remembers. Mommy showed Gor how to play the pee-pee game with the hole in front of Twat first. Then mommy showed Gor how to play the pee-pee game with the hole in back where poo-poo comes out. I like that hole the best mommy. Then mommy showed me how to play the pee-pee game with Twat's mouth. Mommy I don't like that hole very much. Twat's teeth hurt Gor.”

“That was very good Gor I am very happy that you remembered all of that. Now Gor anytime you play the pee-pee game with Twat you must start playing just like you remembered. The front hole first, then the poo-poo hole and the mouth last. After that you can play with Twat anyway you want.

“Gor remember mommy.”

“That's a good boy Gor. Here is the bag of apples mommy promised Gor.”

Gor squealed in delight as he took the 5lbs bag of apples from his mother. He plopped down on the dusty floor. He popped an apple into his mouth and begin munching on it.

While her son was eating his apples the gray-haired woman started taking Polaroid photographs of the unconscious rich girl. She photographed the teen from numerous angles. Making sure that several close-ups of her jism covered face was captured for prosperity.

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 6: The Meal

Wendy woke up screaming in horrific agony. Her young mind in complete turmoil. Her vagina, rectum, mouth and throat were all demanding attention to be freed from the pain they were in. After several minutes of twitching uncontrollable upon the cold metal floor of the walk-in-freezer Wendy manage to stop screaming. She tried to get up but it hurt too much. So she remain in the pool of jism she was laying in. Wendy looked around but all she saw was blackness. She had no idea how much time had passed. The last thing she could remember was the gorilla-man's massive, deformed cock reaming her tiny rectum.

Wendy drew a hand around her back to her burning rear end. Just touching the swollen, inflamed, gapping entrance lightly caused her to yelped in pain. She could still feel the sticky, gooey jism leaking out of her bottom. She was not surprised to find the entrance of her bottom was gapping instead the tight star shape ring of muscles that was there yesterday.

Or was it yesterday? Wendy realized that she had no idea how much time had past since she had pass-out during her brutal rapes. Was it the same day, a new day or the next? Wendy just couldn't tell and the total darkness of her prison did nothing to eliminate the confusion. She just didn't know how much time had passed.

Wendy laid in the dark wondering who the gray-haired woman was? How could the woman let her mutated son rape her over and over and over until she passed out? The woman must have realized that being rape once by that deformed monstrous cock was more then any female could stand? But she allowed her son to rape her not only once but many, many times in every opening in her young body. Not only did the gray-haired woman allow her son to rape her but the woman aided her simpleton son carry out the rapes. Why did the gray-haired woman select her? She hadn't done anything to deserve being rape nearly to death. She was a well behave young lady who had just turned sixteen. She didn't deserve this. Even if she had been kidnapped for ransom kidnappers don't treat their victims like this. They keep them in pristine condition in order to get the money. They don't rape them to death do they? Wendy's mind was spinning in turmoil. She couldn't make sense of any of it.

Suddenly her dark isolation ended with a strong beam of sunlight washing over her as the door to the freezer opened. Wendy squinted into the bright light at the silhouette standing in the doorway.

“Hello Twat. Time to get up. This is not some glitzy five-star hotel that spoiled pampered tarts can sleep the day away. Get up!” Snapped the gray-haired woman.

“Oh God I hurt to much to get up. Whimpered Wendy with a hoarse crackling voice that had jism gurgling out of her mouth.

Wendy watched the gray-haired woman walked over to her carrying a tin pail. With fear rattling her young body the teen curled into a tight fetal position.

A smile crossed the gray-haired woman's face as she looked down at the quivering teen lying in a pool of her son's jism. A teenager who had lived her entire life in the lap of luxury. Never a want or need. A big fancy house to live in, fancy clothes, poplar. Yes this rich teen had it all. But now she had nothing except Gor's jism to fill her three fuck holes and cover her lithe young body with. She was nothing but a cum receptacle.

The gray-haired woman sat the pail on the floor then crouched down in front of the sobbing, quivering teen. She grabbed a handful of Wendy's cum drenched hair and yanked the teen's jism crusted head up off the floor. “Twat if you think you hurt now you haven't seen nothing yet!” Snarled the gray-haired woman. “Now haul that carcass over to the pail and eat!”

Wendy saw stars as her head was slammed into the metal floor. Groggily she rose up out of the large pool of blood-tented jism onto her hands and knees. Like a beaten puppy Wendy crawled out of the drying sticky goo to the pail. Though she wasn't really hungry, (do to the vast amount of Gor's jism residing in her stomach) Wendy stuck her head into the pail to eat as commanded. However as soon as her head was in the pail she began to gag. Wendy jerked her head back out of the pail hacking and coughing. Never in her entire life had she smelt anything so disgusting.

Wendy's stomach was still churning and she was still hacking when suddenly her rear felt as if it caught on fire. The howling teen bolted up on her knees and rushed her hands to her inflamed rump. Her hands were met by the same electrical wire that was used to tenderize her feet with.

“Twat you eat what's given to you when it's given or I'll take the hide off your scrawny ass!”

Wendy groaned in despair as she dropped back down to her hands and stuck her head back in the pail. She stuck out her tongue to lap up some of the obnoxious stuff in the pail. But before Wendy's tongue had reached the semisolid goop in the pail when the young teen vomited.

“Twat, I do NOT care how much flavoring you add to your meal! But if that pail is not spotless in five minutes it'll be hide tanning time!” Growled the gray-haired woman.

Wendy couldn't bring herself to eat the godoxious stuff in the pail much less the same stomach turning stuff that was now laced with her vomit. That was until the electrical wire scorched her rear-end. With her ass burning and tears streaming down her face Wendy lapped up a small amount of the revolting stuff in the pail and swallowed it. Wendy fought the urge to throw-up again as she gagged and hacked.

The gray-haired woman smiled as she watched the rich teen that was accustom to eating the finest foods prepared by some of the world's best chefs struggle to eat the slop in the pail. The slop consisted of sludge grease from the diner's long neglected grease pit, some rancid organic material from the compost pile in back of the diner, dirt, cockroaches, other assorted insects and chucks of rats. And now coated with a yummy cum vomit gravy. Yep a real tasty meal the slop was. Just the right thing for the rich teen's sophisticated palate.

Wendy didn't know how she managed it but she finally manage to eat all of the godoxious stuff in the pail despite having to hack it back up twice more. Her stomach was still churning. Treating to revolt and spill the contents held within once again.

The gray-haired woman was grinning at the sight of the teen's stomach violently churning. “Enjoy the meal Twat?”

With her face smeared with the residue of the godoxious stuff that she was struggling to keep down the young teen looked over her shoulder at the gray-haired woman standing at the ready with the horrid length of electrical wire. The teen was keeping her lips tightly closed as she continued fighting to keep the contents of her stomach down. She was afraid that if she allowed her lips to part in order to speak her stomach would expel its contents. So Wendy remained mute to the gray-haired woman's query.

The gray-haired woman was amused at the prissy teen kneeling nude covered with her son's spunk before her. She could tell the young teen was struggling to keep down the slop that she had been forced to eat. Hell that stuff was so goddam revolting that she herself would never have gotten near the gooey goop if it wasn't for the pleasure of forcing the prissy teen to eat it. Now that the teen had eaten the goop the gray-haired woman wasn't about to ease up on the harsh treatment of the teen. “Twat, when I asked you a question you had best answer me!” the gray-haired woman bellowed as she raised the electrical wire above her head.

Wendy cringed as the wire whizzed through the air. “AAARRRGGGGEEEE!” Wendy howled as the electrical wire slashed across her bottom. As Wendy howled in pain the contents of her stomach sprayed out.

“Damn-it Twat you were to eat your meal not to paint the floor with it!” Barked the gray-haired woman as she reeled back her arm that had the electrical wire in it.

“AAARRRGGGEEEAAAGGGGEEE!” Wendy howled as her young body was plummeted over and over with the electrical wire. The tormented teen collapsed to the floor and rolled through her vomit as the gray-haired woman continued to beat her.

“Twat I'm going to tan that scrawny hide of yours until you put your meal where it belongs.” Snarled the gray-haired woman as she continued to blaze the electrical wire across the squirming teen body.

With searing pain rattling her body Wendy rolled over onto her stomach and as quickly as she could begin lapping back up her vomit off the stainless steel floor of the freezer. She had to fight to keep the godoxious muck down as she lapped up mouth after mouth from the freezer floor. By the time that Wendy had lapped up the last of her vomit, the electrical wire had scorched her tender flesh over a hundred times. Her entire back and buttocks were an angry mass of purple-welted etchings.

“That's better Twat.” Panted the gray-haired woman as she stopped swing the electrical wire. “Now Twat how did you like your gourmet meal?”

The stuff that was churning in her stomach was any thing but ‘gourmet' but Wendy feared the gray-haired woman and the electrical wire she was swing too much to upset the gray-haired woman so the sobbing teen promptly answered, “Yes I liked my gourmet meal that you gave me to eat. Thank you.”

“Well in that case I'll let you have some tasty dessert to finish off your yummy meal.” Giggled the gray-haired woman. “Would you like that Twat?”

Wendy had no idea what form the dessert would be but if it was anything like the ‘gourmet' meal was she didn't want to find out. But the fear of the electrical wire had the raped, beaten teen responding, “Yes I would very much like a tasty dessert to finish off my yummy meal.”

“Very good Twat. See my son's spunk that leaked out of those nasty holes of yours. That's your dessert go eat it.” Snarled the gray-haired woman as she cut the air with the electrical wire.

Wendy wasted no time in scrambling on her hands and knees over to the large pool of blood and shit tinted jism that had leaked out of her brutally raped body openings. As if she was licking up the sweetest ice cream that she had ever tasted Wendy lapped up glob after glob of the semidried spunk.

“Enjoy that Twat?”

“Yes your son's jism was a very tasty dessert. Thank you for allowing me to eat it.”

“Very well Twat, now that your meal is finish it time to haul that scrawny ass over to your food container.”

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 7: Trip to the Powder Room

Wendy scurried on her hands and knees over to the tin pail that she had originally eaten the godoxious meal from.

“Squat over your meal container.”

Though the tender undersides of her blister feet sent severe pain raced up her legs Wendy squatted over the tin pail that she had eaten from.

“OK Miss Prissy Twat time to piss and shit.”

Wendy looked up at the gray-haired woman in disbelief. Surely the gray-haired woman wasn't serious. She couldn't be. But when Wendy saw the gray-haired woman lift the electrical wire over her head Wendy knew that she was serious. Very, very serious.

“AAARRRGGGEEEAAAGGGEEE!” Wendy howled as the electrical wire blazed across the top of her breasts. The single vicious lashing drove Wendy to her knees. She wrapped her arms around her throbbing breasts.

“Twat, I said it was time to piss and shit.” Roared the gray-haired woman. “If I don't see you pissing and shitting pronto I'll whip those fat boobies off your chest. And you best not let any of it get on the floor or you will use that dirty mouth of yours to clean it up!”

Wendy squatted back over the tin pail being careful to center herself over it then squeeze her bladder dry and empty her bowels in to the tin pail. After the last dribble of piss dripped into the pail and the last glob of shit splashed down into the pail Wendy howled in anguish as the gray-haired woman slashed her across her back with the electrical cable.

The force of the blow across her back caused Wendy to pitched forward from her squatting position over the tin pail that she has just eaten from and relived herself in. She fell to her knees and onto her forearms. Her head hanging down between her arms her long auburn hair cascading over her puffy tear sodden face. Wendy's entire body was shuddering from her soul wracking sobs.

“Stand Twat!” Bellowed the gray-haired woman.

With tears streaming down her face Wendy lifted her head up and looked at the gray-haired woman standing just outside of the freezer with the dreaded electrical wire. With effort and wincing in pain the sobbing teen struggled to her tenderized feet. The well-beaten teen stood on rubbery legs trembling with dread. Instinctively she used her hands to preserve some since of modesty. With her left arm she covered her ample, striped breasts while her right hand covered her jism-incrusted vagina.

“Twat get over here and bring your slop pail!”

As Wendy stooped down she removed her left arm from around her battered breasts. After she grasped the tin pail and straiting back up she gingerly made her way to the entrance of the freezer. The teen blushed a deep red as her bodily waste slosh in the tin pail as she hobbled along.

Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack!

“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!” Wendy howled as the electrical wire danced across her breasts. The howling teen raced her right hand that was covering her pussy up to her battered breasts to fend off the electrical wire.

“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!” screamed the distraught teen as the gray-haired woman used the electrical wire to slice a path through her jism encrusted pubes.

“Twat! Make a fist with that free hand and shove it up your ass!”

Wendy curled her right hand that she was protecting her throbbing breasts with into a tight fist. She rushed her fisted hand around to her tenderized bottom. With her inflamed, gapping rectum still dripping globs of jism Wendy had no trouble sliding her entire dainty fist up her bottom.

“Twat, squat and put the pail down!”

Keeping her right fist buried in her gapping shitter Wendy squatted down and sat her feeding / waste pail on the stainless steel floor of the walk-in freezer.

“Now fist that hand and shove it up your cunt!”

Remaining in her squatting position, Wendy winced in pain as she quickly balled her left hand and pushed it up into her stretched out, jism slick vagina. She could feel the knuckles of her two hands between the thin membrane that separated her two internal passages.

The gray-haired woman grinned as she looked down at the squatting teen before her, “That's where your personal dildos belongs unless told otherwise. Left dildo up your shitter! And the right dildo best be up your cunt! If them personal dildos are not where they belong I'll stomp on them until every fucking bone in them are busted! Do you understand me Twat!”

Looking up at the snickering gray-haired woman before her, the young tormented teen blush a deep, deep red from total humiliation as she remained squatting with one hand stuffed up her pussy and the other hand planted up her rear. Never in her wildest dreams had Wendy ever dreamed of a situation as bizarre as this. “I understand.” Wendy sobbed.

“Stand!”

With her hands stuffed inside her Wendy had no way to counterbalance herself had nearly caused her to toppled over as she straiten up from her squatting position. The young tormented teen had to slouch over like an old women in order to keep her hands planted in their respective holes.

“Now bend over and pick up your pail with your pie hole.”

With her front teeth missing it was a bit tricky, but after several attempts Wendy manage to capture the tin pail hoop handle with her rear teeth. Clamping down hard she manage to lift the pail up off the floor as she straiten-up.

Wendy nearly lost her gourmet meal and dessert once again as she started to cough and hack as the fumes of her piss and shit wafted up from the pail assaulted her olfactories. However not wishing to be forced to eat it once again along with the possibility of digesting her bodily waste if any of it spilled out of the pail the teen fought back her urge to vomit.

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 8: Morning Workout

For several minutes the gray-haired woman watched the dejected teed struggle to keep the foul contents of her stomach down. When it became evident that the teen was seceding the gray-haired woman bellowed, “Start them hands a pumping and keep them pumping, Twat!”

Wendy started whimpering from the pain she was causing herself as she slowly move her fists up and down.

Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack!

“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!” Wendy howled as the electrical wire once again danced across her welted back.

“FASTER, TWAT!”

Wendy yelped in agony as she fucked herself in her cunt and shitter as raptly as she could with her own hands. As painful as it was Wendy was sure the gray-haired woman could and would inflict even more pain upon her young body and still force her to fist fuck herself. So Wendy pumped her hands up and down as fast as she could.

“That's it Twat, you just keep your personal dildos a pumping it them disgusting fuck holes. That way my son will have two prepreped fuck holes ready and waiting. Now get that scrawny ass outside.”

Wendy continued to fist fuck herself as she shuffled out of the walk-in freezer on her tenderized feet. The tin buck with her bodily waste swung back and forth from her tightly clamped mouth. Every now and then the sloshing liquid splashed out of the pail on to Wendy's tear streaked, pain skewed face. The dejected teen amble painfully from the walk-in freezer through the kitchen out into the dining area and through the dinner's entryway. Wendy hobbled across the dinner's porch and down its steps.

After walking about twenty feet from the dinner the gray-haired woman bellowed “HALT!”

Wendy instantly came to a stop. Though she continued to fist fuck herself and hold the tin pail in her tightly clinch mouth.

“Put the pail down, Twat!”

While still pumping her fist inside her Wendy bent over at the waist and lower the tin pail containing her bodily waste to the dusty dirt road. Just as she released the pail from her mouth Wendy's deep red coloration drained from her humiliated young body to be replace by a ash gray as she hear the child like squeal of the gorilla-man.

“FUCKEE, FUCKEE! Mommy, “FUCKEE, FUCKEE!”

The terror stricken teen snapped her young body upright, popped her hands from her holes, and took off running screaming, “NOOOOOOO...”

“Go ahead Gor, honey go play your new pee-pee game with Twat.” Cooed the gray-haired woman.

“WHOOPEE! FUCKEE, FUCKEE!” Bellowed the ecstatic Gor as he took off after his fleeing playmate. As twice before it took very little time for the gorilla-man to catch up with the hollowing, fleeing teenager.

For almost two hours the normally silent air around the rundown dinner was shattered by the agonizing, pain filled, ear shattering, bangee like howls from the sixteen-year-old teenager as she was rapped over and over by the deformed, monstrous cock of the gorilla-man.

When Gor, was finished playing the new pee-pee game with his new playmate he hoisted the barely conscious teen up by her long, jism soaked hair and flung her over his broad shoulder. He carried the limp teen back to his mother.

“Did Gor have fun?”

“Yes mommy, Gor had lots of fun with his new playmate.”

“Well then Gor, honey drop Twat and go to work. You stay at work until mommy comes for you. Understand”

“Gor understand mommy. Gor will stay at work till mommy comes and get him. He will work very hard for mommy”

“That's right Gor. Mommy is so proud with her good little boy. Now go to work.”

Wendy landed with a heavy thud upon the dirt road behind her rapist after he released his grip on her long, slimy hair. The jism encrusted, well fucked teen lied in the dust like a discarded rag doll. Jism oozed out of her pussy and ass in globs and bubbled out of her mouth in a frothy, foaming stream. Her ravaged, jism encrusted body was twitching uncontrollable. Through jism clogged eyes Wendy watched her rapist prance merrily away to whatever task his mother had for him to perform.

Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack!

“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!” Wendy howled as the electrical wire savagely bit into her soft jism covered flesh once again.

“Twat, I told you this is not some glitzy five-star hotel that spoiled pampered tarts can loaf around all day! Get up!” Growled the gray-haired woman.

P…p…pleee…pleaseeee…nnno…mmmore..” Wendy gurgled as her ravaged body jerked about in the dirt.

Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack!

“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!”

“I SAID GET UP!”

Using every bit of energy that she could muster Wendy dragged her ravaged, cum incased body out of the dirt. First to her hands and knees then struggling mightily up to her blistered feet. Wendy stood wobbling before the gray-haired woman.

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 9: Taking a Bath

Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack!

“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!”

THUD!

Wendy was blasted off of her wobbly legs by the savage blows of the electrical wire across her battered breasts.

“Get the fuck up and put those personal dildos where they belong Twat!” Roared the gray-haired woman.

The brutalized sixteen-year-old struggled back up onto her wobbly legs. Once standing she stoop over, spread her legs and jammed her fisted hands inside her body. Her hands easily penetrated her gapping, jism slick vagina and rectum. Without being told Wendy started to rapidly pump her imbedded fists up and down within her well reamed-out holes.

The gray-haired woman let out a deep robust belly laugh as she watch the rich prissy teen fist fuck herself. “Go get your pail and bring it back here! PRONTO!”

Wendy took off as fast as her wobbly legs would carry her to where she has left the tin pail. She bent over at the waist and grasped the pail's handle with her back teeth then clamped her mouth closed.

After sitting out in the blazing summer sun for over two hours had caused the already foul smelling contents to ripen considerably. The stench that wafted up out of the pail caused the tortured teen to once again fight down the urge to vomit as she scurried back to the gray-haired woman.

Twat, you are one dirty harlot. Standing there with nothing on but spunk. What do you say to a nice bath?” Giggled the gray-haired woman.

‘Bath' the word never sounded so wonderful, Wendy would love to wash off the multiple layers of spunk that coated every square inch of her body. However the sadistic grin plastered across the gray-haired woman's face caused the distraught teen to shuddered with fear and dread. Was the gray-haired woman planning to drown her?

“Well Twat, do you want to clean that sleazy body or not?” snickered the gray-haired woman.

Mumbling around the tin pail's loop handle that she was clamping onto with her teeth Wendy whimpered, “Yes I would like to get clean.”

“Very well then Twat you may put your slop pail down.”

Still pumping her fists up and down in her slimy holes Wendy bent over at the waist and sat the pail down on the dirt road between herself and the gray-haired woman. She released her grip on the loop handle then straiten back up to her stooped stance.

“Twat you may stop playing with yourself.”

Wendy sighed as she stopped pumping her fists up and down but left them buried within her.

“Squat!”

Wendy instantly complied with the command.

“Pop them personal dildos out of them fuck holes.”

Wendy happily removed her fisted hands from her gapping vagina and rectum.

“Now Twat we need to use your pail to get you clean. So use your personal dildos to scoop up your turds

Though it disgusted her to do so Wendy dipped her spunk covered slimy hand into the tin pail and scooped up a long pasty piece of her own excrement that was floating in her piss.

“Now Twat you may use your personal dildos to scrub my son's spunk off your fifthly pie-hole using your personal soap.”

Wendy stared up at the gray-haired woman in total disbelief. She must have heard wrong. Surely the gray-haired woman didn't want her to scrub her face with her own feces. No one could be that depraved.

“Twat you either use your personal soap to clean that fifthly pie-hole or I'll use this… (WOOSH!) …to clean it for you.

Wendy shuddered to the core from fear as the electrical wire sang as it sliced the air within inches from her jism crusted face. There was no doubt in the teenager's mind that the gray-haired woman would use that dreaded electrical wire to beat her face. And knowing how the wire had welted her breasts, back and rump Wendy wanted to avoid the scaring of her face no mater the cost. With utter revulsion the squatting, spunk encrusted sixteen-year-old lifted her cupped, shit filled hands to her jism coated face. As if she was using her favorite facial scrub Wendy begin to vigorously scrub her jism coated face with her own shit.

The gray-haired woman burst out laughing as she watched the high society teen squatting nude, covered with her son's spunk and scrubbing her face with her own shit. It was too wild to believe. Fifteen minutes later the gray-haired woman snapped through a giggling fit, “Twat, get more of your personal soap.”

Wendy dipped her hands back into the pail and scooped up the rest of her shit then return to her facial scrub.

After watching the sixteen-year-old scrub her face with crap for another fifteen minutes the gray-haired woman guffaw, “Rinse time, Twat. Pore your personal toilette (hee, hee, hee) water over your head.

The dejected stopped scrubbing shit into her face. She picked up the pail and poured her piss over her head. The yellow-brownish piss cascaded down her long, spunk soaked hair, down her shit plastered face, and down her spunk crusted body to pool on the ground beneath her nude squatting body to join the large pool of sperm that had leached from her gapping pussy and shitter.

Though the piss did rinse of some of the spunk and shit that encapsulated the young teenager most of it still clung to her. The so call bath had done nothing other to further humiliate Wendy.

“Twat, put your pail down.” Snickered the gray-haired woman.

Wendy complied.

“Now use your personal dildoes to mix up your personal toilette beneath you.”

Wendy reached between her splayed legs and used her shit caked hands to mix the piss, shit, jism that had drip from her body with the dirt from the road. After five minutes of squishing the goop into a semisolid paste the gray-haired woman snickered, “Twat make some toilette cakes and put them in to your pail.”

Wendy make three 4”X2”X 1” cakes out of the paste and put them into the tin pail as commanded.

“Twat put them personal dildos where they belong!” Snapped the gray-haired woman.

Wendy balled her hands and shoved them back into her gapping and slimy pussy and ass and instantly started pumping them up and down.

“Now Twat you just squat there playing with yourself while I get myself something to eat and a cool drink.”

Shuddering with fear the young teen continued to double fist fuck herself she watched the gray-haired woman walk towards the rundown dinner. Wendy figured that once the gray-haired woman was inside the dinner she would make another escape attempt. Wendy's legs twitched with expectation as the gray-haired woman climb the worn-out steps and onto the porch. Just before the gray-haired woman entered the dinner she stopped and turned around.

“Oh! Twat I forgot that you like to jackrabbit.” Giggled the gray-haired woman as she descended the dinner's steps. She went to the corner of the porch and picked up the free end of a chain that was secured to one of the porch's support beams. The long heavy chain snaked out as the gray-haired woman returned to the squatting, self fists fucking, cum crusted, shit face, piss drench, well fucked, sixteen-year-old.

What little hope of freedom Wendy had vanished in a puff of smoke as the gray-haired woman tightly warp the free end of the heavy chain around her slender neck. The dejected teen burst out in a soul shattering sobs as a padlock clicked closed through the links that encircled her neck.

“Jackrabbiting solved, hey Twat?” Snickered the gray-haired woman

“Yes.” Whimpered the distraught teen.

“Good.” Cackled the gray-haired woman.

Through tear clouded eyes the sobbing teen watched the gray-haired woman return to the rundown dinner. As before the gray-haired woman stopped just before entering the diner. She turnd back towards the squatting teen.

“Twat even though your jackrabbiting has been solved I want you to know that if you move one iota or stop playing with yourself off come your nippers.”

When the gray-haired woman disappeared into the dinner's interior Wendy shifted her eyes from the dinner's entrance to the post where the chain was fastened to. Coiled on the ground in front of the post laid at less another ten feet of chain.

The dejected teen didn't even try to test the strength of the chain or its actual length. Not wanting to lose her nipples she just remained squatting where she was double fist fucking herself with her own hands. As the day wore on she baked under the summer's blistering sun as the sobbing teen pumped her hands up and down within her pussy and ass over and over and over.

After eating the gray-haired woman picked up a sandwich size zip-lock bag that was filled with silver dust. She exited the back door, got into the truck and headed for the nearest town some forty miles away. She needed to get food for her and her son. And pick up some items for the teen squatting out front. Even it the teen tried to get away she was confident that the teen was limited to how far she could wander by the chain locked around her neck. After all that's how her abusive x-husband made sure that she wouldn't leave him when he left her alone. Yes Twat would be within fifty feet of the spot she had left her. And if the teen wasn't exactly in the same spot she would beat the teen's nipples as promise.

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 10: Boulder Sling

The summer sun was just starting to dip behind the mountains when a long shadow drifted across the squatting, fists fucking teen. With dry red eyes Wendy looked up to see the gray-haired woman standing before her. The gray-haired woman stood over the squatting teen with legs spread apart, fisted hands on her hips and the electrical wire hanging from her right hand.

“Well, well Twat I think you've played with yourself long enough. GET UP!”

After spending nearly eight hours squatting in the same position caused Wendy to yelped in agonizing pain as her cramped muscles howled in protest as she tried to stand. She only got a third of the way up before her cramping legs gave out. The teenager fell backwards and landed upon her back with a heavy thud onto the dirt road.

Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack!

“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!” Wendy howled as the electrical wire danced across her breasts. Having squatted out in the blistering sun all afternoon had broiled the sixteen-year-old's skin to a lobster red. This made the teenager nerve endings ultra sensitive. Thus making the blows from the electrical wire ten times more painful.

“What the fuck Twat?” Growled the gray-haired woman furiously as she raised the electrical wire high over her head. “I said to get up not lay down. You had all afternoon rest! SO GET THE FUCK UP!”

Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack!

“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!” Wendy screamed in sheer agony as she scrambled off her back. She writhed across the dirt road upon her stomach as the electrical wire blazed across her tenderized, sun burnt back and ass. She popped her slimy hands from her holes in a vain attempt to use them to shield herself from the onslaught of the electrical wire. As she twisted and turned the chain attached to her neck wrapped itself around her young lithe body.

For ten minutes the gray-haired woman whipped the squirming teen before she stopped. “Well, Twat are you going to get up or do you want some more of this?” Growled the gray-haired woman as she dragged the electrical wire across Wendy's ravaged back.

“P…pp…pppleesee…nooo…mmmore…ppplesee…” Wendy whimpered.

“Then get up Twat!”

Doggedly the battered sixteen-year-old first wiggled out of the chain that had wrapped around her battered body. Once free of the chain she struggled to her hands and knees then to a kneeling position and finally up onto her blistered feet. With the gray-haired woman circling her like a vulture the battered teenager wavered to and fro like a drunkard as she struggled to remain upright.

The gray-haired woman stopped in front of her prize and tapped the electrical wire across Wendy's red, puffy right nipple. “Personal dildos Twat! Personal dildos!”

The desponded teen stooped over, balled her hands then shoved them inside of her body and started pumping them up and down once again.

“Get your pail and follow me.”

Wendy bent over, grabbed the pail handle, straiten up then ambled after the gray-haired woman. The chain attached to the teen's neck trailed between her legs stirring up a contrail of dust. The weight of the chain caused the enfeebled teen to stumble several times. Wendy followed the gray-haired woman around the back of the diner to the old grease pit.

“Squat!”

Wendy's muscles protested as she squatted next to the grease pit.

“Twat, if you drop your slop pail I will have Gor punch out the rest of your teeth! Understand Twat!”

Wendy clenched her teeth tighter on the tin pail's looped handle as she nodded her head in an affirmative motion.

“You better Twat!” Snarled the gray-haired woman. “Now use your personal dildo that's up your shitter to fill your slop pail halfway up.”

Wendy popped her hand out of her ass and dipped it into the stinky, slimy sludge. Handful after handful after handful the battered teen scooped up the old grease that was speckled with food particles into the tin pail dangling from her mouth. As the pail slowly filled up it became heaver and heaver forcing her to clenched teeth tighter in order to keep the pail in place.

After filling the tin pail halfway up with age-old grease Wendy followed the gray-haired woman around the outside of the dinner adding the rest of the ingredients that made up her gourmet meal. A dozen handfulls of rotting compost, a couple of fresh rats from rattraps, that were chopped up were added to the pail. A dozen or so cockroaches, flies, maggots, slugs, worms and other assorted discussing and revolting things were added to the mix. The stench was awful. It started the poor teen's stomach to begin to rebel once again. Wendy knew that she would be eating the godoxious slop in the pail. What she didn't know was when. She prayed that her next feeding time would be a long, long way off.

“Twat, go put your yummy meal outside your comfy room.” The gray-haired woman giggled at the zebra stripe rich girl struggle up the back steps of the dinner. She was having almost as much fun tormenting and torturing the pampered rich kid as her son had fucking her. She was going to get a big kick out of the next little game. “Oh Twat come back here.”

Wendy stopped just before the back door. She turned around and trudged back to the gray-haired woman who was sitting atop an old top loaded coke machine. Sitting on the coke machine next to her was several spools of monofilament fishing line One was one-hundred feet long. The others were fifty feet long. Next to the fishing line spools was two coils of stretchy rubber tubing, the type that is used in making bungee cords they were three feet long. The gray-haired woman had bought these items when she was in town. The last items atop the coke machine were two cinder blocks that had been scavenge from a pile of discarded building supplies.

“Twat, I don't think that your chain is long enough to reach your room so I'm going to help you out, First I want you to turn your back towards me Twat”

Wendy turned around.

“That's it Twat.” The gray-haired woman was amused at the trembling rich kid before her. The once unblemished, perfectly tanned back presented to her was now a wild array of crisscrossing stripes. They range from the neckline to the bottom of the calves. The stripes ran the entire gambit. From light red lines that barely marred the skin to deep dark purple gashes that had blood still oozing from the deep cuts.

“Pretty Twat. Very pretty, I just love the way your back looks now.”

Wendy shuttered in pain as the gray-haired woman use a fingernail traced some of the worst welts on her back.

“Now place them personal dildos behind your back.”

The teen let out a deep sigh of relief as she popped her fists out of her gapping holes and drew her slimy fist behind her back.

“Palm to Palm Twat!”

The sixteen-year-old unclenched her fists and placed her open palms together.

“Twat, stay that way or I'll beat them nippers off!”

Wendy shuddered to the core she had no doubt that the gray-haired woman would whip her nipples until they were ripped from her breasts. She vowed to herself not to move an inch unless otherwise told to do so.

“Don't forget about Gor and your teeth.”

Wendy tightened her jaw muscles a little tighter.

Picking up the hundred foot spool of fishing line from the top of the coke cooler the gray-haired woman tightly bound the family's playmate wrists together. Then using the remaining of the fishing line on the spool she wound it up the teen's arms. Each loop was pulled so tightly that the line sank deeply into the flesh and caused the teenager to whimper in pain. As the super tight loops worked their way up Wendy's arms were drawn together until the suffering sixteen-year-old's elbows were touching each other. Now Wendy couldn't move her arms if she wanted to they were fused together as if they were one.

“Face me Twat!”

The dejected teen quickly turned around. Already her shoulders were beginning to protest from the unnatural position her tightly bound arms were forcing them into. The bound arms also made her 36C breasts to jut out like they never had before.

“My, my Twat what do we have here?” Giggled the gray-haired woman as she backed hand the jutting breasts before her with all of the strength she could muster. First the left breast was introduced to the gray-haired woman's right hand knuckles then the right breast got acquainted with the gray-haired woman left hand knuckles.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The teenager's large, firm breasts had always been sensitive. But now after the previous abuse that had been inflected upon them and the roasting they had suffered under the blazing afternoon sun the youthful orbs were now ultra sensitive. So each powerful smack of the knuckles across them was sheer agony. Wendy howled and staggered as her tormented breasts bounce back and forth as if they were a couple of beach balls.

Wendy desperately wanted to plead with the gray-haired woman to stop smacking her throbbing breasts back and forth. But she feared that if she relaxed her clinching jaw muscles the slightest bit she would loose the pail dangling from her mouth. Then the gray-haired woman would have her deformed son punch out her remaining teeth. So Wendy clenching her jaws as tight as she could while the gray-haired woman restlessly smacked her throbbing, tortured breasts about like a set of piñatas. Tears would have been streaming down her face if it were not for the fact that her tear ducts were bone dry. The tortured sixteen-year-old had shed every last drop of moisture from them during her captivity. Her eyes were puffy, bloodshot and glaze over. Every time she blinked the lids felt like sandpaper scraping over her eyeballs.

“Tisk, tisk Twat. Didn't that whoring, bitch of a brat oven ever tell you that big fat boobies should always belong in a boulder sling?” Snickered the gray-haired woman as she continued to whack the jutting breasts in front of her. “I do not want my darling son going out with a harlot that has boobies hanging around its scrawny knees.”

Wendy's loving mother did educate her about her developing young body. Both mother and daughter went through the pros and cons of brassieres. Starting at the age of thirteen when her breasts started to develop and up to the present day. When it became evident that Wendy was going to be a big-busted woman, Wendy's mother caution her daughter about the pitfalls of having large mammary glands. Wendy's mother showed her how to take care of them. Starting with her very first training bra mother and daughter went together to lingerie specialty shops to make sure that the brassiere fitted her breasts properly at every level of their development. The young teen was very proud of her 36C breasts that were still growing. And she took very good care of them. They sat high on her chest and had the firmness that that only came with youth. They were silky smooth and perfectly formed. They had dollar-sized aureoles that were capped with 1/4inch long eraser thick nipples. Wendy's breasts were flawless globes of womanhood. That was until she fell into the clutches of the insane gray-haired woman and her retarded, deformed son.

“Well Twat, if that whoring, bitch of a brat oven that spit you out may not care if these boobies drop to them scrawny knees, I do.” Giggled the gray-haired woman.

“ MY MOTHER CARES !” Wendy screamed to herself. “ It's you and that retard who has no regard for my health not my mother. She loves me. ”

“So I'm going to fit you with a boulder sling.” The gray-haired woman stopped smacking the tits before her and picked up a length of rubber tubing off the top of the coke machine.

Wendy gasped in pain as the gray-haired woman tightly wrapped the rubber tubing around the base of her left battered breast. As with her arms the cable was pulled as tight as the gray-haired woman could pull it stretching it to near its snapping point. The tight tubing crushed the broad base of Wendy's left breast down to a quarter of its normal dimension. This forced the breast into a ball shape that resembled a large cantaloupe. The more tubing that was wound around the base of the breast the harder the malleable spongy tissue within ball shaped breast became. The bruised, welted, sunburnt, flesh of the balled flesh shone from being so tight. The harder the spongy tissue became the more pain was generated within the hardening flesh. Within minutes the gray-haired woman had the young teenager's right breast similarly wrapped with the other length of rubber tubing.

THUD! THUD!

Wendy's balled breasts gave a low thumping noise of over ripe cantaloupes as the gray-haired woman flicked each balled breast with her forefinger.

“Oh what a lovely sound.”

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD…

Even after the gray-haired woman finished wrapping the rubber tubing around both of the sobbing teen's breasts the stretched rubber tubing squeezed the squished base of her mammary glands even tighter. The rubber tubes drew Wendy's balled breasts flesh tighter and tighter as the stretched rubber retracted. The agonizing pain grew and grew as the rubber tubing tightened around the base of the teen's breasts. She was sure that in any moment her super taunt bound breasts would burst open.

The pain wracked, sixteen-year-old's cantaloupe breasts bobbed up and down upon their small bases as her chest heaved from her sobbing. The pain in her breasts was so excruciating that the young teenager risked losing her slop pail.

“My breasts hurts! Oh God they hurt so much! Please release them! Please, please, please!” The distraught teen whimpered painfully around the pail handle she was gripping with her teeth.

She tried to bring her hands around to get at the rubber tubing that was crushing the base of her breasts. However with her arms bound behind her back so that her elbows were touching Wendy grasping fingers couldn't quite reach either tubing. Alternately the teen's clutching fingers shot up her left side then the right, but always coming up a scant few inches short of their target. Though every attempt failed the desperate sixteen-year-old didn't give up trying to free her aching cantaloupe breasts. Her frantic attempts however did cause the cantaloupes sticking out of her chest to wobble wildly about.

The gray-haired woman was highly amused at the rich kid's antics. She couldn't understand the mumbling rambling of the family's playmate as it tried to keep the tin pail in its mouth at the same time pleading. The gray-haired woman didn't need to understand. She knew what the tormented teen was begging for and she didn't care. In fact she wasn't finish with the special bra.

“My breasts let them go! Please let th…” Wendy abruptly stopped her pleading as she felt the handle of the pail slip down her teeth. She jerked her head back and clamped down as hard as she could on the handle to stop its movement.

“ WHEW! That was close Twat. You nearly lost the rest of them pearly whites. If I were you I would spend less time on air-headed prattle and more time on holding your yummy meal.” Giggled the gray-haired woman as she pushed the pail dangling from her victim's tightly clinched mouth.

Wendy's jaw muscles trembled from the strain as she fought to keep from losing the swinging pail

“Don't go anywhere Twat, I'll be right back.” Giggled the gray-haired woman as she slipped off the top of the coke machine.

Wendy watched her tormenter disappear behind her as she continued to struggles to free her imprisoned breasts. She listened to the gray-haired woman rutting around behind her.

“To light…to light…woha way to heavy…ah this one will do.”

The gray-haired woman reappeared in front of Wendy and scooted back up onto the coke machine.

“Twat, this should help you keep that air-headed brain of yours on safe guarding your yummy meal.”

SPLASH!

Wendy's head was jerked forwarded and the handle of the tin pail started to slide as the rock that the gray-haired woman had dropped landed in the pail. Using ever ounce of clamping force that the tormented teen could muster Wendy managed to stop the advancement of the pail handle just before it popped out of her mouth. She then tilted her head back as far as it would go. With considerable effort the frantic teen used her tongue to rock the handle to the back of her mouth.

“Twat, put them thumbs of those personal dildos up your ass.”

Wendy stopped clutching for her breasts and jammed her thumbs up her gaping ass hole.

“Now Twat, lets do something about them sagging boobies.”

The gray-haired woman cut off a four-foot length of fishing line from one of the other spools. She made a slipknot in the line. She pulled it over the teen's balled left breasts and behind the rubber tubing entrapping the tormented teen's breast. After ensuring that the fishing line was flush up against the teen's chest and behind the rubber tubing the gray-haired woman pulled the slipknot tight around the narrow scrunched-up base of the balled breast leaving about three feet of the fishing line dangling. After looping Wendy's right breast the same way the gray-haired woman pulled one of the cinder blocks onto her lap. Taking the line dangling from the teenager's left breast she secured it to the cinder block on sitting on her lap. Once secured the gray-haired woman pulled the second cinder block on to her lap and attached it to the wire dangling from the right balled titty.

“Twat, give me your slop pail”

Wendy let out a little sigh of relief as the gray-haired woman removed the heavy tin pail from her aching mouth. Once her mouth was free of the pail Wendy begin pleading with her tormentor to unbind her breasts.

The gray-haired woman ignored the pleads of her victim as she sat the pail down on the coke machine next to her. Grasping the two cinder blocks the gray-haired woman stood up. She held the two blocks up to the tormented teenager's face; “These will do wonders for them droopy boobies.” Snickered the gray-haired woman as she released her grip on the two cinder blocks.

“AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAAIIIIEEEEGGGGEEERRRRGGG!” Wendy howled at the top of her lungs as the falling cinder block snapped her imprisoned breasts downward. The two slipknots were pulled even tighter around the base of her balled breasts cutting into the soft flesh. The howling teen dropped to her knees then to her left side. Wendy was sure that her magnificent 36C breasts had been ripped right off her chest.

The sixteen-year-old writhed across the weather beaten porch in sheer agony. As she did so splinters from the old weather beaten porch were driven deep into her left side. The ripping pain in her balled breasts and chest was so intense that the teenager slipped into unconsciousness.

Wendy awoke coughing and gagging under a deluge of a warm liquid. When she opened her bloodshot eyes the teen saw the gray-haired woman squatting over her face. Wendy realized the warm liquid was the gray-haired woman's piss. She was being pissed on. She had been brought back to consciousness by piss. Wendy whimpered at the total degradation of being pissed on.

“Wakey wakey Twat!” Guffawed the gray-haired woman as the last droplets of her piss splattered upon the sixteen-year-old's jism and shit caked face. “Its not beddy-bye time yet. You still have chores to do.” Cooed the gray-haired woman as she wrapped her hand in the long, slimy, piss drenched auburn hair of the sobbing teenager at her feet.

“SO GET THE FUCK UP!”

Wendy was yanked up to her knees by her hair. She started to shudder and howl when her balled breasts took up the strain of lifting the cinder blocks off the porch as the gray-haired woman hauled her to her feet. She maintained her grip on the teen's hair for several minutes to allow the teen to get her footing. When she finally released her grip the sixteen-year-old swayed precariously to and fro. However the teen managed to remain upright on her feet although it was in a hunched position. The two swaying cinder blocks pulling at the very roots of her cantaloupe balled breasts.

“Twat slouching is bad for the posture. Stand strait or I'll kick them blocks till your boobies fly off.”

Wendy strained to straiten up. The cinder blocks were lifted as she straitened finally coming to rest on her flat tummy as she achieved erect status. The weight of the cinder blocks upon the narrow base of her squished breasts made her twin cantaloupes to bow upwards.

“Well Twat that's much better. Your new custom-made boulder sling gives them fat boobies a lovely shape and lift. Now my son wont be embarrassed be seen in public with a bubble-headed harlot that has boobies hanging around its knees.” Giggled the gray-haired woman as she jiggled the cantaloupes before her. “What do you think of your new boulder sling Twat?”

“ U unnnnngh…ppp…pleeeese…tt…takeeee…unnnnngh…iiit…ooo…off! Unnnnngh…ppp…pleeease… unnnnngh…pleeease…pleeease !” Wendy pleaded while once again her clutching fingers seeked a way to free her tightly bound mammary glands.

“Now, now Twat, I know a harlot like yourself like to have its knee hugging, fat boobies flapping wild and loose! But as long as you are living under my roof I will not tolerate unslung boobies.”

“ Unnnnngh…mmm…my…bbb…breeeassst…unnnnngh…y yy…youur … unnnnngh …ddd…deseetroying…ttt…theeem… unnnnngh… pleeease… releaseee …them… unnnnngh…pleeease…pleeease…pleeease .”

“Nope! No unslung boobies. If I catch you fiddling around with your boulder sling I will add two more support blocks to it.” Growled the gray-haired woman menacingly as she slapped the teen's clutching fingers. “Put them personal dildo thumbs back up your shitter.”

The suffering sixteen-year-old did as she was commanded.

“Now where were we before I notice that you needed a boulder sling? Oh yes your limited range.” The gray-haired woman took a key from around her neck and unlocked the lock on the chain that encircled the teen's chaffed, slender neck. Once the lock was removed the chain fell to the ground. “Ok Twat go put your yummy meal outside your comfy room.”

As Wendy leaned forward the cinder swung away from her body. This caused the teenager to yelp in pain. She grasped the tin pail's looped handle in her mouth. Once she was clamping down on the handle the teen straitened back up.

The tormented teen almost lost the pail and dropped to the ground just after a few steps. Every time she took a step it caused the cinder blocks to sway. This resulted in her cantaloupe breasts to be jerked about. Each and every step was sheer agony for the young teen. The sixteen-year-old had to muster every iota of will power toe keep from clutching the wires that the swinging cinder blocks were hanging from. She was sure that her breasts would be ripped off her chest if two more cinder blocks were hung from them. So Wendy kept her thumbs buried up her ass. Her other eight digits were rapidly clinching and unclenching. Ever so slowly Wendy made her way to the walk-in freezer. When she got there she sat the tin pail just to the left of the door.

“Well done Twat. A tat slow but over all well done. See Twat, even a lazy ass, bubble-headed harlot like you can manage doing a simple task.” Cooed the gray-haired woman. “Come over here.”

Wendy shuffled over the gray-haired woman who was standing next to a deep sink.

“Twat for doing such a good job, I'm going to wash that shitty face for you.”

Wendy expected something horrible was going to be done to her face. But to her utter amazement the gray-haired woman actually used warm water and dish soap to not only wash the shit and spunk off her face but also gave her piss drenched hair a thorough shampooing. Though the face and hair cleaning did nothing to relieve any of the agonizing pain she was suffer it did make her feel a little better to have her shit, Gor's sperm and hers and the gray-haired woman's piss cleaned off her face and hair.

“See Twat, do a good job and you get rewarded. What do you say we do another one? Follow me.”

Agonizing step after agonizing step Wendy trudged along behind the gray-haired woman. She was lead to a room that had ‘office' stenciled on its door. Once inside of the room Wendy saw that the gray-haired woman had converted the office into a bedroom. There was a dresser, a vanity table, a couple of chairs, and a small bed. Wendy watched the gray-haired woman go over to the dresser and take something out of the top drawer.

“Open that mealy mouth wide Twat.”

When Wendy jacked her mouth open the gray-haired woman jammed a clever little device that her cruel and abusive x-husband had used on her many, many times into the sixteen-year-old's mouth. The device had two plastic blocks that were wedged over her back teeth and were connected together by a flexamle medal loop that pressed into the roof of her mouth just behind the ridges of the hard pallet. The blocks prevented the distraught teen from closing her jaws but allowed her lips to close. The metal loop was serrated any attempt of pushing the blocks out would result it the metal loop digging painfully into the soft pallet. Something that Wendy quickly found out the hard way.

Once the device was firmly planted in the teenager's mouth the gray-haired woman removed her dress and shucked her panties and bra.

Wendy was surprised to see that the gray-haired woman's body was striped with whip marks. She wondered who had put them there.

Once fully nude the gray-haired woman laid down crossways on the bed. She placed her feet on the floor and spread her legs wide. “Ok Twat bend over, put that shit face down between my legs and service my pussy.”

It now became clear to the teenager why the gray-haired woman had cleaned her face. It was not out of kindness nor as a reward. Though Wendy had never had a lesbian encounter before she knew exactly what ‘service my pussy' meant. She had heard some of her friends talk about pussy eating. Though it totally disgusted her to do so the teenager bent over and planted her just cleaned face into the gray-haired woman's snatch. She begin sucking and licking the pussy before her.

“The clitty Twat. Don't forget the clitty.” Moaned the gray-haired woman

Wendy sucked the gray-haired woman's clitoris into her mouth. Oh how the teenager wanted to clamp her teeth down on the gray-haired woman's clitoris as hard as she had clamped down on the pail handle. But the oral device jammed in her mouth prevented it. So she closed her lips around the little sex organ and sucked. She also flicked the clitoris with her tongue.

The gray-haired woman reached down and grabbed two fists full of red hair. She used the hair to yank the teen's face further into her dripping pussy. Her son was not the only one who could get sexual satisfaction from the family's playmate.

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

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