Kidnapped Debutante

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.