'Yeah, yeah.'
The sight of the girl's helplessness, of her terror, of her strange sexual need made his balls twitch. The little slut was reacting to this bizarre torture as he'd hoped she would. Cindy was becoming a good little slut, a good little fuck. And before he was finished, she would obey everything he told her to do. Yes, she would make one hell of a picture story he'd sell to the fat old perverts out there.
'Nooo.'
Cindy sobbed as the weight of her own body pulled at her muscles. She twisted back and forth, trying to ease the strain. A cramp passed from her hamstrings to her biceps. It was awful, painful!
'Good, huh, baby, good!'
Cindy begged him to loosen the rope. But Jack ignored her. He was squatting in front of her, his eyes fastened on her cuntal mound and the round slope of her buttocks. A few hairs along the bottom slope of her pussy curled under her asscheeks. Not even the darkness in the cellar could bide the swell of her ass and thighs.
'Oh baby, baby, I could cum all over you right now,' he whispered, trailing his fingertips over her ass.
Cindy shivered, pulling at the ropes once more in a futile escape attempt. She didn't want him cumming all over her. She didn't want to feel his jizz exploding on her body, on her tits, in her ass. All she wanted to do was go home, get out of this insane asylum.
But she was also aroused, her pussy swelling open, dripping with juice. That was something she couldn't hide from Jack. He rose. When he moved closer, she flinched. She knew he was getting ready to carry out whatever insane act he had devised. Horror at what he might do to her was coupled with the growing excitement about what it might be. Jack lifted the glass sheath of the lantern.
'Wh-what are you doing?'
'What do you think?'
His lips curled up into a cruel smile.
'Oh no, don't… don't hurt me. You're going to… oh God, not that! Oh please, not that!'
Suddenly Cindy knew what he was going to do!
Burn her! He was going to put that fire to her flesh, to disfigure her for life!
The girl writhed in her bonds, puffing at the ropes until they chafed at her wrists and ankles. It was insane, crazy! No wonder he didn't want the others to see him. They might have actually shown some type of pity toward her and stopped him.
'Help! Oh God!'
Her face was a mask of terror as Jack moved the lantern from the shelf toward her. He squatted, moving carefully so as not to spill the lantern. Cindy twisted her head around, her eyes wide, her nostrils flaring. Her flesh glistened with sweat while her scalp crinkled with terror. A draft chilled her crawling flesh as Jack slid the lantern under her buttocks. He watched her carefully, fiddling with the key. At times he turned it clockwise, increasing the length of the blue flame.
'Noooooo!'
Cindy cried out, arching her back. She tried spreading her legs apart, pushing them against the rotting shelf wood, trying to raise her buttocks above the licking flame.
'Noooo!'
'Come on, Cindy, digit. YOU dig it, don'tcha?' He was going to brand her ass. Her screams became louder and louder while her fingers clawed at the air. It was hot, so hot down there! It was hot enough to singe her flesh.
Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth a tight scar while she jerked and pulled at the horrible ropes. She tried twisting her hips again to escape the licking heat. The flame flickered. It was like scalding feather, waving and brushing across her jiggling buttocks. Her cries turned into strangled gurgles as the pain ebbed. Now it was turning into something else, a kind of warmth that seemed to ease her pain and fear.
Her clit was tingling, while her cunt started quivering. The nerves in her pussy raced with the steady licking of the fire.
'Ughhhh!'
The blonde girl was changing, changing in her attitude to what was happening under her. Her body wanted more, actually desired more stimulation. She wanted Jack to touch her tits, her ass, her cunt. She bit her lips to keep from screaming out her wild need. What on earth was going on in her mind? How could she possibly enjoy this?
'Get it, baby, get it on.'
Cindy wanted him. She felt she had to feel the power of his cock. But it was too terrible to admit this, to shout it out. So all she could do was bite her lips and twist and turn, jerking her hips shamelessly with all the abandon of a hot nympho!
Jack sat and watched, rubbing his cock, feeling it grow hot and hard between his fingers. He had to have her pussy. But he wanted to drag this out, make the girl pant and gasp for sex before he did anything more to her. He had rarely come across someone who was into this kind of shame and torture – especially a girl this young. But Cindy was a true find and he was going to milk out every second he could from the girl.
'Unhhhhhh!'
He moved between her legs, squatting down. He jerked her cuntlips apart, watching as more juice oozed out, wetting his fingertips. It was so greasy down there he could hardly get a good grip.
'Man, hot, real hot,' he breathed.
The fire raked her buttocks, making Cindy twitch and jerk once more. She started to cry. Jack let go, enjoying her humiliation. Then, laughing to himself, he reached down and turned up the flame.
'Noooo!'
The sudden increase of heat turned a portion of her ass dark red. She groaned, jerking at the ropes and begging once again for mercy.
'You ain't gonna get no help here, baby, no help at all.'
Jack swung her hips back and forth. As her ass passed over the fire, a trail of red cut across her asscheeks. He kept her swinging, and she shrieked and screamed, the fire biting deeper.
'Don't do this to me! Oh God, don't!'
Jack was holding her steady now over the fire, spreading her outer labes apart again.
'You dug my cock before, baby, now love my finger.'
He shoved a finger into her cunt, his strong grip keeping her buttocks over the fire. He stuck the digit into her cunt, wriggling it around, scraping the slick folds and hollows. Cindy was going crazy. She twisted and raved with agony and delight. The fire was doing strange things to her.
'Yeah, yeah, nice and hot and tight, just like I remember it. Man, you're one hell of a little slut, you know that?'
'I am not!' she sobbed.
But what was she, then? Hadn't she turned into something like a nympho now? And with that twisting finger she was growing hotter.
'Yeah, you dig the pain and pleasure trip. And, man, we're gonna milk that for as much as we can get.'
The words made Cindy shiver.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cindy shot him a glazed expression. Jack snarled, jerking his finger out of her pussy. Dropping to his knees, he crowded between her legs. Moving closer, he reached out and grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into the flesh folds around her thighs. Growling like some kind of crazed animal, Jack drove his cockhead into her cunt.
'Aighhehheee!'
Cindy squealed and gagged as the fat dick tore into her tight, hot pussy. He was splitting her in half. She threw back her head, letting out strange strangled cries of delight. The pain of this wild assault made her cuntal
