"Uhhhhhhh…" she growled frantically. Monica clenched her teeth together, the pain making her brain rattle with agony. Sweat coursed down the sides of her face, dampening her hair. It was as if he had dumped burning gasoline all over her body and was working it into the pores! And still, the cigarette stayed, trailing a long, red line along her flesh up toward her crotch. Monica jerked her head back, staring tearfully at the ceiling, begging God to let her faint, to lose consciousness rather than submit to this horror any longer.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah, baby, gonna make your cunt a lot warmer than it is," Jack taunted. He was humming some nondescript tune as he pulled that awful thing up closer to her pussy! She curled her fingers even more, digging the nails into her palms as the pain traveled higher and higher, up to her cunt. "No, ohhhh, no, no, no!"

He was going to burn out her pussy! He was going to ruin her, scar her for life with that awful cigarette! Monica went wild, tugging crazily at the ropes holding her arms, trying to straighten her legs once more, feeling the pantyhose cutting cruelly into her ankles. The bed rocked and squeaked madly as the woman thrashed.

"Oh, my God!" Monica gasped.

Arlette thought she was going to retch when she watched her mother moving around like that! She had never seen anyone thrash around in the same way, except maybe in horror movies or something. But this was real! This was no cinema fantasy! Her mother was going nuts, jerking and snapping her body from side to side while Jack was burning her with that cigarette. The girl could almost feel the pain, the heat as the burning white weapon inched closer and closer to Monica's cunt. She should interrupt or something, kick open the door, stop this horror. But something kept the girl from saying a word. She moved her fingers around, letting one touch the tiny bead of her clit. Another small shock cut through her thighs like the blade of a rusty knife.