What was particularly upsetting was the long pole thrust up her daughter's cunt. Set in a large round copper base that rested flat on the floor, the pole was smooth, about two inches thick, and attached to a portable generator. Cori, at times, stood higher on her tiptoes, wriggling her hips and ass slightly, trying to screw herself up from the pole. But it was pushed in too far, Rhonda guessed. To keep the girl from pushing herself up from the pole with her hands, Jim had cuffed them behind her back, the rusty steel biting into her delicate wrists.
Jim had been telling the truth. He had had Cori in more than one way. Rhonda felt sick, grabbing her stomach and turning away from him. It all had to be some dreadful nightmare.
"Oh!"
There in the corner was Cindy. No hood or mask hid the young brunette's face. She was squatting in some kind of cage, her arms thrust back and roped behind her while her knees had been brought up and bound to her upper arms. A rope was tightened around her throat, pulled taut and cinched around one of the bars of the cage. Jim had gagged his daughter with a wide piece of black leather secured at the back of her head.
Cindy was crying, tears rushing down her pretty face as she looked at her horrified aunt.
"My God! Why are you doing this to us?" Rhonda asked.
"The mining certificates," he said simply, one hand stretched out.
"Oh, God! Are they really that important?"
Jim shrugged, saying nothing more. He strolled to one corner of the room, disappearing from sight for a moment.
Cindy started grunting through the gag, her eyes wide while her body jerked from side to side. She was trying to tell Rhonda something.
Before the woman could even begin to understand what was happening, she heard her daughter shriek through the hood. Cori's body stiffened, bouncing up and down on the pole while her legs kicked out. Like those of a frog. Her nipples blushed while her tits swung back and forth against her heaving chest. It was grotesque.
Rhonda clasped her hands over her ears, dropping to her knees while waiting for Jim to stop it. She could smell something burning, the smell of singeing human flesh! Rhonda scrambled to her feet, rushing to her daughter. He was electrocuting Cori, sending currents of electricity into her cunt as she bounced and jerked obscenely on that pole like a crazy puppet.
"Stop it! Oh God, stop it!"
Cori's head cocked to one side. Her mother! Her mother was here, watching her fuck herself on the pole while her cunt shivered under the electrical attack. Cori sobbed, trying to stop what she was doing. But the current was making her thrash and writhe against the pole as if it were her human lover. Against her will, Cori fucked herself, feeling the smooth rounded end nudging her womb while her clit sparked deliciously with excitement.
Jim turned off the generator, watching as Cori's body sagged back down toward the floor. The chain grew taut again, keeping the bottom of the hood snug against the girl's chin and throat. Rhonda hurled herself at Jim once more, demanding that he let her daughter go. But this time Jim was ready, catching her by the shoulders and squeezing her so hard she thought he was going to shatter her bones. He pushed her down, down to the floor, his eyes blazing with a fury that she could only think of as hellish. He looked back at Cori, then dragged Rhonda to her feet, keeping one hand wrapped around the back of her neck.
Rhonda gagged, hardly able to breathe as she felt herself led past her daughter and into the darkness at one end of the basement. Banging her knees against something, she stopped, her hands jerking out and touching something very hard and very cold.
"Inside," Jim said.
Before she could question him, Rhonda felt Jim shoving her forward. She jerked her arms out for balance, feeling herself pitching into space. Rhonda had managed to discern a kind of white, oblong object in front of her, perhaps a bathtub. When she tumbled forward, her legs leaving the floor while her arms struck something hard, the woman knew it was indeed a tub. Tumbling in head-first, Rhonda rolled to one side, her legs folding over one another. She scrambled halfway up, but Jim knocked her back into the tub with a backhanded slap.
"Uhhhh!"
Rhonda fell against the back of the tub, covering her face, able to see her daughter still impaled on the awful pole. Jim moved up to Rhonda, standing spread-legged in front of her, blocking her view of Cori. He unfastened his Levi's, pushing them down, then pulling off his boots before stepping out of his jeans.
At first, Rhonda thought he was going to make her suck him off, perhaps fuck her in this odd place. She would still keep those certificates hidden, she thought to herself, inching away from the big man as he rested his thighs against the top edge of the tub. They were valuable, they had to be, considering the trouble Jim was going through to get them. No matter what happened here, she would keep quiet. Sooner or later they would escape, and with those certificates, they would make a better life.
"Open wide."
"What?"
He was bending his knees slightly, holding his prick in one hand and rolling the fat prickhead gently between his thumb and forefinger.
Rhonda looked up at her brother-in-law curiously, finding it strange that he hadn't tried to climb into the tub or even force her head forward. And then suddenly a hot spray of something very wet and warm struck her squarely in the face. It took a moment before the woman realized the spray was coming from his cock. Jim was pissing on her, directing the stream of piss right at her nose!
"No!" she cried out.
Mortified, Rhonda started climbing from the tub once more. Jim struck her across the face with the back of his hand, knocking the woman back into the tub. Sobbing, feeling degraded, she shivered as she felt the man's hot piss stinging a path along her tits, the piss splattering over her nipples before it trickled down and gathered in a warm little puddle at her navel. Rhonda slapped her hands back and forth as if she could get rid of the vile-smelling piss gathering in a pool under her ass. Jim was laughing, directing the stream up at her face once more, trying to piss right into her mouth.
Rhonda groaned, turning her head, feeling the piss plastering down her hair. Her ass slid back and forth on the slick, wet porcelain bottom of the tub while his piss gurgled down the drain. Finally, the stream of his piss stopped.
"Gone dry. But I can fix that. You stay there," he warned, pointing a finger at her.
Rhonda didn't move an inch, shuddering with revulsion as she watched him walk to a sink and down three glassfuls of water. He swaggered back to the tub, covering his mouth and letting out a loud belch. Rhonda cringed back, feeling the bile rising in her throat as Jim stepped into the tub and braced each knee against the sides. He was squatting, directing his big cock at her face.
"Now, open that mouth wide, or I'll send more voltage into Cori. You thought she was dancin' before? Wait till you see…"
"No! All right!"
Rhonda leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on her knees and opening her mouth wide. Jim smiled with satisfaction, holding his cock with one hand while starting to piss. Rhonda heard the first drops spatter on the tub, then felt the warm piss start up her thighs, rush over her belly, then finally wind up spattering against her face. He was pissing in her mouth now, directing the yellow stream over her teeth, onto her tongue, laughing as he watched it gurgle around like water in a toilet before spilling over her lips and down her chin.
This time, Jim had more piss in him than before, his bladder gradually emptying into Rhonda's open mouth. When she'd finally had all she could take, Rhonda turned her head and gagged, spitting out the vile piss while holding tightly onto her belly. It was all she could do to keep from vomiting. Jim grabbed her hair and twisted it around savagely, finishing by pissing all over her nose and eyes. He let her go, pushing her away, then shoving one big toe into her cunt. Rhonda jerked her hips up, shamed by the insertion, and yet feeling the rising heat surge through her pussy. Jim laughed, fucking her with his foot, holding onto the sides of the piss-smeared tub. The woman moved her thighs in the opposite direction, loving the feeling, wanting more.