There was a moment of a sudden silence. And then… there was a wild cry from his throat. It was the shout of triumph, the cry of a male having overpowered a woman, fucking her into submission. Janice matched his shout with a cry of her own as fountains of jizz burned into her slick cuntwalls.
'Ughghhhhh… cummmmmmm!'
Her pussy kept on throbbing and trembling while Hank fired again and again into her cunt, the spurts of cum shooting like bullets, then spattering against her pussy walls.
Janice had no idea how long this horror show had lasted. When it was over, she lay exhausted, defeated, overwhelmed on the couch, one leg hanging over the edge of the sofa while her arms were draped over her chest. She was breathing slowly, evenly as she looked up at the big man, her eyes full of tears. Her lower lip quivered as she thought of the shame she had brought upon herself and her family.
Hank climbed off her, shaking a remaining drop of cum from his pulsing prickhead. It spattered against the woman's left thigh. Strutting a few feet, he stopped by the generator, stroking the rounded top almost lovingly. Then, with an amused lift of the brow, Hank returned to where Janice lay in a puddle of sweat and jizz.
'So, you liked it, huh? You dug being strung up like that, havin' all that juice goin' through you, clit?' he asked, nudging her with one toe.
Janice sobbed out an answer, turning her face from him. How could she lie? Oh, dear God, how could she lie and tell him no when all the time he knew it was true! He had seen her twitch like a whore in heat while she hung there helplessly in chains. He had watched her convulse with climax as electricity burned her body, then watched her cum again when he had fucked her so brutally. She was a bitch, a slut. Janice drew back from him, wishing she could have a knife to end her miserable life.
'I'm through with you, baby… at least for the time being. Go on,' he said wearily, kicking her clothes over to her. 'Get the fuck dressed and outta here. I don't want my son seein' you naked like that. Might give 'im a bad impression.'
Janice dressed as quickly as she could, her muscles aching from the horrible ordeal she had endured. And Hank watched her, his eyes laughing, that horrible smile of his curling up his lips. Oh, he was something from hell, a demon sent here on earth to capture and torment her. And she had once thought he would be the solution to all her problems!
'Now get on and get outta here,' Hank said as the woman straightened her clothes. 'Maybe in an hour or so you could send over your daughter. Yeah, that'd be good.'
'No!'
Janice felt another wave of nausea sweep over her. He was talking about Sharon. She wasn't going to let these crawling pigs here destroy her only daughter. No, they could do with her what they chose, but leave Sharon alone.
'That's what you say now, babe. But you don't know what's gonna happen in the future.'
With that ominous comment, Hank let the woman go. Stumbling from the side of the garage, Janice hurried across the darkened drive into the bushes. In a moment, she was in her own backyard, standing there below her daughter's bedroom window. The light was out. Sharon must be asleep. Tears began flooding from her eyes, washing down her cheeks. With a stifled sob, Janice fell to her knees, her head bowed slightly forward, her fingers fanned out and pressing against her flushed face. How she wished this would all end. How much more did Hank think she could take? How many nights would she be able to endure him, endure all the torment, the humiliation, the pain he enjoyed dishing out to her? These and other questions rattled through Janice's confused mind as the night air blew softly around her, gently lifting her hair from her shaking shoulders.
But things were not as calm as the woman had thought. Although the lights were out in Sharon's room, the young blonde was not asleep.
'Nice bitch… good bitch, gotta talk just like a dude does to his fuckin' dog.'
That call had been made while Janice was out. Sharon indeed had decided to go to bed early, the constant whirl and confusion of her mind making her exhausted. It was then, with a start, that she heard the phone ringing. Why didn't her mother answer? The young woman lay there in bed listening to the steady ring, finally kicking off the covers and padding to the upstairs hall extension. It was Tommy. She should have known, should have hung up the phone and rushed back to her room. But instead, she stood there feeling those strange conflicting emotions rushing through her body. He told her to meet him by the side of his house. He had some plans for her, and she'd better join him.
Before Sharon could protest, he had hung up. Like a robot, she dressed, fighting back the tears, the desire to scream. Tip-toeing down the stairs she envisioned some problem with her mother. But Janice wasn't there… at least in the living room. Perhaps she had gone to bed early. But then why were all the lights burning brightly? Sharon didn't know, was too terrified and confused to follow through her questioning.
Like clockwork, Tommy was there, taking her by the elbow and guiding her down a back alleyway past several garages until they stopped by a small, wooden, brown one. A rear light burning dimly illuminated the rotting clapboard.
It was there he guided her, there he explained to her that he and his dad leased the building for some repair auto work they did on the side. Fishing out a set of keys, Tommy had opened the side door, pushing the girl in. It was then he told her about her mother, about the fact he had seen her hanging there in the garage with electrodes fastened to her cunt, her asshole, her tits.
'Uh… you're lying. You're lying! My mother wouldn't be like that… she wouldn't do things like that!' the girl screamed, clenching her fists and pressing them tightly against her thighs. Her face was red and her eyes rounded in horror. No, he had to be wrong, had to be lying in order to work her up. Sharon could feel her heart pounding as she faced the terrible young man, her pulse racing through her veins.
'Yeah? Man, she's got a mole right here,' he said, pointing to an intimate spot on the right inner thigh.
'Oh!'
Sharon nearly fainted. It was true. He could only have seen that mole if… if her mother had been naked in front of him.
'And, man, she was enjoyin' it. I knew my old man was fuckin' around with the ladies, though he never said much about it around me. Guess he thought it would be bad for my character,' Tommy said, rubbing his nose and snorting out a chuckle.
'You're lying!'
Sharon's mind wouldn't accept the fact that her mother was a slut. No, it was a lie, a terrible, horrible lie! And yet, why was something in her mind, some nagging suspicion telling her Tommy was all too accurate in his description of what was going on only a block or so away? Oh, God, it was as if the world were ending all around her and there was nothing she could do except watch and scream!
CHAPTER NINE
'So, like mother, like daughter,' Tommy said, shutting the side door and bolting it. 'And like father, like son.' He chuckled, putting the keys back in his pocket and rubbing his hand over his crotch. 'My old man likes stringin' 'em up and hitting. So do I. And you and your old lady… well, we're perfect matches, huh? Maybe my dad and I can switch off.'
'What?' Sharon exclaimed, her eyes widening while her breathing became short and raspy.
'You know, I ain't fucked an old lady. And your mom's pretty damned good-looking probably tight and one hell of a fuck, if my old man's goin' after her.'
'Stop it! Stop it!'
Tommy was talking about Sharon and her mother as if they were some kind of breeding farm! The girl backed away, her head slowly shaking while she drew her hands protectively in front of her.
'Stay away from me,' she warned, her eyes rounding even more.
'Yeah, sure. Don't worry, chick. By the time I get through with you tonight, you're gonna be wantin' more of it.'
'No!'
Sharon turned and tried running blindly in the darkness. She screamed, her feet catching on a piece of
