Paul Gable - Daughter degraded
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As she walked down the dingy corridor, Cindy thought she could hear sobbing behind several other doors. They were locked, she was sure. How many other girls were here, tied down, kept here for, God only knows, what?
"Okay, in here," Jack said, entering the living room.
When Cindy walked in, her eyes widened. The room was like a photographer's studio… two light reflectors stood opposite one another near a torn sofa. Don went on ahead, adjusting one of three light stands, the casings all pointing toward the middle of the room. On a small stand to the right was an old tape-recorder. A fresh reel had obviously just been put on. The motor hummed, ready to go.
"Wh-what's going on here?" Cindy asked, her heart skipping beats.
"What do you think? You're gonna be a star," Jack said, fingering her long blonde hair.
Cindy felt her flesh crawl. Instinctively she knew what they were going to do to her. She was going to be a star, all right – a star for some porno pictures, forced to commit indecent acts for their pleasure and profit! It made her sick.
"Get on the couch… on your hands and knees," Jack ordered, the lump in his pants growing long and thick once more.
Reluctantly Cindy did as she was told, still trying to hide her tits from their prying eyes. Her hands and knees pressed into the filthy torn cushions of the sofa, puffs of dust rising from the material and burning into her eyes. Cindy sneezed, turning her head away. There was a foul stale smell coming from the couch, smelling as if someone had used it as a urinal at one time.
"Ready? Got the camera ready? The tapes?"
Don and Joe moved around the couch. Don adjusted the lens and checked the angle while Joe stood behind the tape recorder, his eyes glowing with excitement.
"Lots of dudes are into S amp;M nowadays, know that?" Jack said, sitting next to Cindy.
Cindy felt awful kneeling in this obscene position. Behind her, she could hear the camera clicking. They were taking pictures of her ass, of the few tufts of blonde cunthairs that curled up just behind her perineum and pointed at her asshole. The weight of her tits pulled sexily at her upper chest, the nipples brushing against the worn material of the filthy cushions below.
"They jerk off over pictures like these… some blonde chick being beat up or something," Jack muttered.
He was reaching down to a large leather pouch that hung on his belt. Snapping it open, he pulled out a switchblade. Jack examined it, whistling.
Cindy knelt there, her eyes focused on the knife, her breath coming in short pants. She had heard of movies where people had been really killed for effect… where young girls had been murdered for people who enjoyed watching that sort of thing.
Cindy dug her fingernails into the couch cushions, trying to muster all the courage she could. Please, God, please, don't let this happen to me!
Jack pressed a small black button and the six-inch blade snapped out, the cracking sound chilling Cindy's blood.
"Hit the tape."
Cindy heard the clicking of a button and knew she was now being recorded. She could only imagine just how lucrative this field was. How many other girls had been put through this? Once more Cindy thought of the headlines telling of young women found beaten and dumped in canyons near Los Angeles. She shivered with revulsion, knowing she would be one of those victims now.
"Ohhhhhh…"
Jack was running the point of the knife along the sole of Cindy's right foot. She gasped, her toes curling protectively. If she wouldn't have been so frightened it would have tickled.
Jack held the black wood handle in the easy, accustomed grip of two fingers and his thumb. It was apparent he had been through this before. Glancing to the right to make sure Don had the camera on him, he moved the knife in a broad angle, slicing a thin line across Cindy's right buttock.
Cindy screamed, throwing herself violently against the back of the couch. She started to get up. But Jack was ready for her, grabbing her by the back of the neck and forcing her back down. Whimpering, her face flushed and wrinkled with worry, Cindy tried to inch away from the sharp pain.
"Oh no, no, please!" she whispered, her shoulders shaking with terror.
Behind her, the tape-recorder picked up her uneven breathing, her pants of fear, her pleas for mercy. This was going to be a good tape, a good filming session for Jack and his cronies.
"Oh, please put that knife away!"
Jack licked his lips. The cut had made a small flesh wound. He loved watching Cindy shaking with terror, enjoyed seeing her flesh crawl, her nipples grow long and turgid. Fear and pain and pleasure-related somehow in the same way as love and hate. When pushed to the ultimate, the body goes haywire and what would be thought of as agony suddenly becomes delight. Jack had seen it happen time and time again, and, he was still fascinated by it.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"
She heard no answer. The silence was more maddening, more horrifying than the mast terrible answer she could have imagined. She didn't dare look back at Jack. She tried closing her eyes, blocking out the scene going on behind her. But that was impossible. She could hear the men breathing heavily, hear the whirring of the tape recorder as Jack inched closer behind her.
Cindy held the side of her face against one of the pillows. Jack licked his lips as he studied the firm, round white swell of her buttocks. The quivering in her ass muscles made the smooth globes move tightening, relaxing, then tightening again.
Jack breathed a little harder. His deep, uneven breaths seemed to fill the room.
"Get that ass up higher, bitch," he barked, slapping her ass hard with one hand.
Her asscheeks jiggled, flashing hot under that attack. Cindy cried out, biting the pillow, edging her knees up under her tits and angling her ass up when all she wanted to do was sink out of sight, to disappear, to die rather than listen to him.
Slowly, reluctantly, Cindy brought her knees up farther, raising her buttocks in the air. The wet, sticky line of her pussy crack was exposed.
Cindy heard another click of the camera.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Now, baby, now you're gonna get it."
Jack's voice was trembling, growing deep with each passing second. Was it for the benefit of that tape turning around and around behind them or was he getting into this, getting off on tormenting her? Cindy guessed it was a little of both.
"Oh." Her eyes widened, her jaw slackened as she felt the tip of the switchblade slide across one asscheek.
Cindy trembled. The arc it followed went from the outside, then moved up toward her waist. He trailed it back and forth there before bringing it down to the curve where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the sharp point slid closer and closer to her pussy.
Mentally Cindy tried to picture what was happening, how the knife was moving along her body, touching her flesh. She curled her fingers, digging them into the couch cushions, tearing at the material as she tried to prepare herself for the ordeal ahead. She wanted to weep, to wail and beat her fists against the couch, to become hysteric. But she knew that the slightest move would put the knife blade through her skin.
Cindy's pussy opened in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced along the outer line of her labes. She felt the steel edge pushing aside the blonde cuntal curls, teasing her sensitive flesh. The soft, moist vulnerability of the area terrified her. Was he going to cut out her pussy? Cindy felt a trickle of juice ooze from her slit. It was so confusing! What had happened back there in that room with her and the others was still stoking her pussy hot. She thought of the two men, thought of what they had done to her and had wanted to do to her – she shivered.
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