"Wow, what a creepy-looking place!" Kathy Ellison drew her bright-yellow raincoat tightly around her body, peering through the sheets of rain nearly blinding her eyes. Her feet sank in the soft mud around her.
"It's the only place around here, though, Kathy!" Jan Ellison said. "Boy, dad's gonna give it to me when he finds out what I did with his car." Jan turned and looked at the new blue Cadillac Seville now resting like a beached whale in a roadside ditch.
"We'll talk about that later. Come on, let's run up! Maybe it's deserted and we can stay there alone till the rain stops."
The girls ducked their heads, tightening their grips around their raincoats and rushed through the swirling heavy rain toward a large stone Victorian home on the other side of the road. As Kathy had said, the facade did look forbidding. Sitting atop a small rise and surrounded by nearly four acres of empty fields, the structure was something straight from an Edgar Allan Poe story. its three stories leaned somewhat to the south, most of the windows having been shuttered from the light. Kathy was the first to reach the porch, carefully picking her way up the stone steps and rushing under the sagging porch roof. Jan followed quickly, pushing back her yellow hood and shaking her long brown hair free.
"God! I don't think I've seen it rain like this for years!" the perky teen brunette said.
"Dad's gonna really be steamed when he hears what we did with the car. You shouldn't have taken the keys and driven all the way out here," Kathy whined, looking around at the bleak countryside. There were no homes she could see, although in the blinding rain she couldn't even make out her father's car some two hundred feet away
"Come on, let's see if someone's home," Jan said, ignoring her sister and curling her fingers into a tight little fist. She hammered politely at the large wooden door. "1 don't think anybody lives here it's too weird," Jan said after some time. Reaching down, she rattled the doorknob and found it was un-locked. "We're in luck."
The two girls entered the large dark house, walking into the cavernous hail before them. Immediately they saw that someone indeed did live there. There were signs of life. Beer cans and wine bottles were strewn about the badly carpeted floor. What furniture there was was sadly torn and neglected. The smell of some-thing terribly unpleasant hung in the dank air. For a moment Kathy thought standing in the rain would be preferable to finding shelter in this horrible place. A clap of thunder shaking the building to its foundation made her change her mind.
"Maybe there's a phone," Jan said, slipping the coat off and draping it over a nearby chair.
"I wouldn't count on it. This place is super weird, Jan. Come on, let's wait out in the car and "
Her words froze in her throat as the sound of something coming down the stairs caught the girls' ears. Both Jan and Kathy turned, their flesh crawling as a large dark shape lumbered down the circular stairs in front of them.
"Trouble?
You gals sure just barge in without even waitin' for me to come to the door."
Kathy flushed red with embarrassment. She gave her sister an I told you so stare as the big man came down to them.
"Our car broke down," she began, feeling her voice tremble as the owner of the house came forward. "It's out there in the road in a ditch. I guess we were driving too fast in the storm." Kathy's voice died on her lips. God, he was handsome! She moved a step back, feeling something like a sensation of panic and pleasure sweep over her.
"I'm not gonna beat you," he said in a soft voice almost like apurr.
Kathy nearly forgot her sister was right there, watching her. it was amazing. Right there, in front of everyone, she was having that feeling again, the one that had given her so much trouble in the past few months. That tight hot little itch was starting up again, getting more concentrated as the handsome man stared at her with his black eyes. Kathy knew she should be explaining further about why she and her sister invaded his privacy. But all she could do was stare back into his eyes.
. . I know that. it's just that I know we should've waited or something. But it was raining so hard and . . . and . . .
The girl shivered. Her body was doing such funny things. Now he raised one hand, placing it on her right shoulder and rubbing the fingers against the side of her neck. The tips of her tits were getting so hard she thought they would poke right through her bras Her cunt was so hot, making her pink panties so sticky wet against her outer cuntlips. When she felt her clit popping to the surface, Kathy backed away from the warm, exciting touch. What was it in this man that made her react that way so suddenly? It was as if she were possessed! The blonde teen dropped her gaze, wiping her damp palms on her dress and stealing a glance at her confused sister. Jan rubbed her wrinkled forehead, mystified by Kathy's behavior.
"We did wait, but no one came around," Jan piped up from behind, tilting her chin and stepping up to her trembling sister. "We thought nobody lived here. And that's easy to see why."
The big stud threw back his head and laugh-ed, revealing a double row of white, square teeth. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Shaking his head from side to side, he stared with amusement at the two girls.
"We don't live here. You might say we just use it every now and then. Real estate company don't care what we do . . . just as long as the rent's paid. I think they're gonna tear it down in a year or somethin' for some kinda project for the Feds. Meanwhile, we use it."
We? There were more people here? Perhaps not. Jan couldn't hear anyone moving about the upstairs or around her.
"Excuse me, but we're a little cold. Can we stay here for a while? We'll call my dad and he'll come and pick us up."
"Ain't got no phone. Ain't got nothin' up here `cept electricity and plumbing. Guess you'll just have to wait it out.'
Kathy gave her sister a silent look of displeasure, then shrugged and slipped her raincoat off. There was a large marble fire-place yawning in front of her. The chimney was probably choked with soot and garbage. Jan moved around to the dusty couch and sat down, Kathy joining her while still keeping an eye on the big man
"Jack's the name . . . Jack Kane. I live up in Bakersfield, but come out here to Fresno every now and then," he said, pulling up a chair and slouching into it
Again Kathy felt that strange, hot tingling between her thighs as he talked about himself. His red lips curled in sardonic amusement as he saw her discomfiture. Did he know? Could he tell her cunt was dripping with juice, swollen open with desire? It was so wrong for her to feel this way. Her mother had told her time and time again only bad girls got excited like that. But Kathy couldn't deny the feelings.
They took her over before as they did now, making her move her pert little ass back and forth over the sagging, dirty sofa cushions. As she stared at the man's thick black beard and his full matching mustache, the teen couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have that mocking mouth kissing her. What would it be like to have those hands holding her while his legs pinned hers down? She had heard about fucking from lots of girls at school. But to imagine a guy really fucking her was some-thing foreign to her thoughts. Kathy was so ashamed of her feelings that she had never told her sister Jan about them. Again she turned to her sister, seeing the girl wasn't as disquieted by Jack as she was. Stiffening her spine, Kathy sat back on the sofa, desperately trying to cool down the feelings burning between her legs.
"I've got some coffee up. That'll warm you up.
Kathy sighed with relief as Jack got up from the chair and slouched away toward what she guessed was the kitchen.
"Let's get out of here," Kathy whispered, leaning toward her sister. "It's too strange. I don't like it.'
Jan shrugged, rolling her eyes up to the ceil-ing and smirking back. "And where else are we going to go? The field? Listen to it."
Kathy pricked up her ears. The storm seemed to be getting worse. The gray light was dimming even more while the wind whistled around the house. She shivered, feeling a wave of damp coldness spread over her flesh.
"I guess not. It's just that he makes me feel really funny," Kathy said.
"He's creepy, all right. Fits right into the house. But he's not Dracula or something. Come on. The storm'l be over in a while and we can maybe get him to help pull the car out."
Kathy hoped so. Thoughts of her father's displeasure at them for sneaking his new car out for a joy ride faded under the present problem of Jack and his unseen friends. He came back with two cups rattling on chipped, dirty saucers. A can of beer was tucked under one arm. Accepting the hot, steaming drink, Kathy watched as he ripped the tab off the can with his teeth, glugging down several swallows of the brew while keeping his eyes fastened on her and her sister. She felt him undressing her with his eyes, caressing her tits, touching her thighs, spreading them open so he could touch her pussy.
and they'll be around pretty-damned soon-if the rain lets up," Jack was saying.
Kathy wasn't paying too much attention.
Her eyes flashed over his body. She liked the way he was built-stocky, his chest so thick and powerful he looked like a weight lifter. He was young, maybe in his early twenties, with a full head of black, uncombed hair. He kept on talking about the area, hooking one foot up on the chair in front of her and hitching his Levi's into his crotch. Kathy saw his cock pressing against the faded blue material and felt her heart skipping a beat. His prick was so big, so very long and thick! Her cunt was doing all kinds of crazy things right now. What would it be like to feel something that long and thick squeezing through her pussylips? Would he take a long time getting his cock in? Some of the girls said their boyfriends drove them crazy when they put their pricks in real slow. Kathy shook her head, spilling some of the hot coffee on her lap.
"Want a rag?"
"No, that's all right," she said in a low, throaty voice.
She took another sip of the coffee, feeling her composure snapping again as she stared at those piercing eyes. There were subtle hints in them, hints she couldn't understand yet. For a moment Kathy wanted to rush away into the howling storm outside. But she remained, feel-ing strangely tired now.
"Something wrong?" Jack was tensing his arms, watching with growing interest as Kathy put down her coffee and rubbed her forehead with her fingertips. How her flesh seemed to burn. And a thickening fatigue seemed to be spreading through her mind. What on earth could be happening? Turning, she saw Jan had fallen asleep! Flashing a quick look at Jack, she shook her sister lightly.
"Jan?"
The girl's head rolled around her shoulders. There was nothing, not even a grunt, nothing except the sound of steady, even breathing. She'd been drugged! The thought made Kathy's heart skip a beat. Pushing one hand down beside her ass, Kathy tried getting to her feet. But it was as if her muscles were paralyzed. She fell back to the sofa, her head spinning dizzyingly around. A buzzing sound seemed to take over her brain.
"Just relax, baby. You can't fight it, Jack said.
His voice echoed in her head. She tried again to get up, slid forward on the couch, then tumbled headlong onto the floor. Sprawled at her sister's feet, Kathy crawled along the carpet, digging her fingernails into the moldy carpeting for traction. Jack was laughing at her, nudging her rib cage with the toe of one boot as she shivered and tried making her way to the door. It was useless! The room spun around and around in her head, finally crash-ing down onto her as Jack rolled her onto her ass with his boot.
What strange, erotic dreams Kathy had during her blackout. There were shadows chasing her, all of them men, all of them with long, thick cocks. She could see their pricks bobbing up and down, swinging as the men ran after her. It was so hard to run! Her muscles ached and strained with the effort. But, all the time, her cunt burned and itched. She wanted those men as much as she feared them. Then one man outran all the others, stretching out his hand and grabbing her roughly around the arm. When he spun her around, she could see he was Jack! His eyes were still laughing at her, his cock brushing up against her pussy while his fingers bruised her upper arms. It was impossible to struggle against him. He slapped her, shoving her to the ground, then throwing himself atop her.
At that point, Kathy found herself floating to the surface of consciousness. She moved one leg up, finding her knee brushing up against something wooden. Wood all around her. Forcing herself awake, the teen realized she had been stripped naked. In a second, Kathy saw she had been imprisoned in a wooden box of some sort, like a mummy case. She could hardly breathe inside, her breaths pumping back against her cheeks every time she exhaled!
"Oh God!"
She was standing straight up, her shoulders and tits touching the splintery wood. Kathy flushed red in the awful privacy of that case. He had seen her. Jack had taken off her clothes, touched her all over before putting her into this horrid box. Jan! What had become of her sister?
"Hey, you awake?" Jack was hammering his fists against the wooden box, making ears ring with the banging sounds.
"Why are you doing this to me? Lemme go!
Oh God lemme go!"
There was that mocking laugh again. Then there was no sound. Fear gripped her, making her heart pound so hard Kathy was sure it would .tear right through her rib cage. Had he raped her while she was unconscious? There didn't seem to be any change of feeling down there in her cunt. That same vague itchiness was there now, although somewhat subdued by her growing terror
A faint scraping sound brought her around. It was then that the girl realized there were small round openings all around the case. Jack was pushing something in. Blinking, Kathy could see small round dots of light seeping in.
"Wh ... . what are you doing to me? What are you.
Kathy stopped short, feeling something very sharp and pointed touching her throat. A needle! Her eyes widening, the terrified blonde teen snapped her head back, banging it against the strong wood behind her. Jack was twisting the needle. She coughed, closing her eyes and wondering if he were going to kill her. Sweat broke out all over her body, trickling down her tits and nipples. The needle withdrew.
"Thank God." Kathy felt herself sagging. Surely she would have fallen to the floor in a faint if she could have moved. But the case kept her standing up, her knees pressed hard against the front panel. There was another scraping sound!
Her body shivered hard against the box, her fingers curling until the nails bit hard into her sweaty palms. The second needle slipped in, advancing toward her nipples. Again Kathy tried jerking her body back against the rear panel. But of course there was no room for movement. There was the feeling of a hot pin-prick just below her right nipple.
"OwwwwwW!" Kathy screamed loudly, clenching her eyes shut. Her face bunched up and reddened as the pain around her nipple increased horribly. No one had ever done anything like this to her before.
"Oh no, stop this! Stop this!" Kathy screamed, the needle threatening to puncture her nipple's flesh. Again and again the frightened teen pounded her fists as best she could against the wood. The sound of her hammer-ing resounded like cannon shots in the tight-fitting mummy case. The needle lingered for another moment, twisting around, pricking her flesh until Kathy was sure she would feel blood. Then it went away, sliding from the case. The girl sighed with relief, licking her dry lips
A third needle, this one screwing into a hole somewhere behind her. Kathy felt a small rush of cool damp air against her right asscheek. She set her jaw, her teeth grinding against each other as the pinpoint nicked her assflesh. Her knees flew forward, hammering against the front panel of the case. Snapping her head back, Kathy let out another cry of horrified disbelief and pain. A fourth needle slipped in, pinching her other asscheek. Jack was twisting them with both hands, drilling the points into her flesh. The girl could feel her skin pucker-ing inward, resisting the needles but threaten-ing to break at the slightest increase of pressure. She held her breath, a scream caught in her throat.
Jack was sliding the needles back and forth, back and forth, a kind of fucking rhythm. The thought of fucking here and now made her clit twitch once more. Something was happening to her, something the girl couldn't understand.
Kathy wrinkled up her forehead, confused at the mix of feelings she had now. Fear and fucking. Terror and sex. They were somehow combined to form a sensation far more power-ful than the separate components. It was so complicated, so strange for her
Jack must have moved around to the front of the case. Another needle twisted in some-where below her belly button. Kathy arched her feet, her toes aching from the position she was in. Perspiration trickled over her high-riding tits and down her sides as the sound continued.
Oh, God, he was going to pierce her cunt with those things! Kathy yowled, hammering her fists once more against the case so hard she was sure the wood would splinter under her hysterical attack. Two of the pins slipped for-ward, digging into her swollen cuntflesh and making her spine curl forward in reaction. Again and again the little blonde teen threw her head back, striking the rear panel of wood. The needles were pricking her outer pussylips mercilessly. What was worse was the excite-ment they drew from her as well as the fear. This searing, dizzying agony made her body shake violently.
"Oh stop this! Stop owwwwww!" the girl bawled, feeling for certain she and her sister had entered into the halls of hell!
Kathy thought she would faint. She prayed she would lose consciousness as the needles continued to stab at her juicy cunt. She shouted, tears streaking her flushed cheeks while Jack continued to push the sharp weapons against her pussy. Finally, when the teen thought she would lose complete control, the needles withdrew as quickly as they had entered. Kathy murmured a prayer of thanks, leaning heavily on the front panel. There were sounds of latches being unfastened. The mummy case opened suddenly and a burst of cool damp air washed against her flesh. Jack caught her as she tumbled forward, her hair falling over her face.
"Oh God," she murmured, her hands press-ing against his massive chest.
"God ain't here. He ain't never gonna be here, honey. When we get through with you and your fuckin' sister, you ain't gonna know no god but us."
Kathy weakly twisted against him. She was stark naked and this man was pawing her!
She felt his callused hands smoothing over her body, pinching the white, supple flesh around her thighs. There was nothing she could do about this. He was dragging her away from that awful case. For that, the girl was grateful. Her legs twisted together, her knees knocking against one another while she struggled for balance. Shaking loose hair from her eyes, Kathy looked around. They were below ground, she thought. The stone walls were so damp they glistened while a wet chilliness hung in the air. The room reminded her of those stories of medieval castles. Strange black iron objects hung on the wall, hideous-looking things that made the girl shrink inside.
"You a virgin?"
"Y-y-yes," she stammered, feeling her heart contract coldly at the question.
"Too bad. lt's gonna hurt for a while. Maybe we can do something to make you feel better about it, though," Jack said thought-fully.
He dragged her farther into the room, her toes scraping along the bricked floor painfully. Again Kathy tried struggling to her feet. But Jack's arm wrapped tightly around her waist kept her from regaining her balance. Suddenly the blonde teen felt her knees strike a solid object in front of her. Twisting her head around, she saw it was a rack. It was one of those stretching racks the Catholic Church used during the Inquisition, the teen guessed, to extract confessions from prisoners. Kathy stared dumbly at the instrument of torture, then rolled her eyes up to Jack. He was smiling cruelly, his eyes narrowing while a slight tremble of the lip let her know he was growing more and more excited over her terror.
"You know what this is, baby? You know what it's used for?"
He shifted his holding position, rolling her around until her asscheeks flattened against one edge of the rack. Kathy drew both hands up to her tits, covering her nipples while folding one leg over the other to try to hide her cunt. She shivered with embarrassment and fear as Jack continued to talk.
"They used to use it a while ago to stretch folks out. Pretty damned painful, I'm told. Lots of people just didn't make it."
Kathy shivered again, trying to stand up from the rack. Jack shoved her back down, his hands gripping her by the shoulders.
"Just lay down, baby. Lay down if you don't wanna get smacked real hard."
Kathy watched him, her heart beating crazi-ly as she did as she was instructed. She stretch-ed herself on the surface of the wooden rack, her shoulders aching from the cold hardness of the top. Jack busied himself around her legs first, strapping worn leather thongs around both ankles, then tightening the metal buckles so hard the teen winced from the pressure.
"Oh, you're hurting me!" she cried, her face bunching up in pain.
"That ain't nothin'," Jack retorted, smothering a wicked laugh.
He moved to the head of the rack, pushing Kathy down roughly once more, then telling her to stretch her arms high above her head. Whimpering, the girl did as she was told, pressing her knuckles against the splintery wood table. Kathy felt the restraints attached to her wrists, then pulled back until the tendons in her upper arms stretched against her flesh. She was completely helpless, bound to that awful contraption. Tilting her head back a little farther, she watched as Jack knelt down, inspecting several gears under the table's surface. The big man leaned forward, one hand dropped down to a scuffed wooden handle protruding from the right side of the rack. He nearly pressed his face against hers, his fingers tightening around the handle.
"Now you're gonna feel what lots of folks before you put up with on this thing."
The rack shuddered. Kathy blinked, shifting her asscheeks against the rough, splintery surface of the table top. Gears were grinding and squeaking under her. And the thongs were pulling her wrists and ankles in opposing direc-tions! The table was lengthening, tugging at her body, pulling at her spine. Kathy's jaw opened for a scream. But only a rush of air escaped over her front teeth. She snapped her head up, only to smash it down against the rack's surface.
"Owwwwwwwwww!"
Jack stopped for a moment, locking the gears in place. Kathy shivered at his touch as he brushed her tits with his fingers.
"Nice tits, baby. Any guy at your school ever tell you that? You got one hell of a nice pair of tits."
Jack dropped his face, opening his mouth and engulfing one red nipple. Kathy shut her eyes in disgrace, wishing she were dead. Stretched on this awful thing, a throbbing pain getting worse in her arms and legs, the girl now had to suffer the humiliation of this man touching her. She groaned as she felt his teeth nibbling at her hard tit tips. He was tickling the tops of her tit with his tongue too, sucking with his lips, then chewing down with those large square teeth until Kathy arched her spine and let out with a high-pitched shriek.
"That's it, baby!" Jack cried excitedly, sliding both hands around her hips and press ing in with his fingertips. He was pinching her thighs, slapping her sides while biting down on her nipples even harder than before. "That's it, keep on screamin', as if that'll do you any good. Ain't no one around, `cept your sister, who's gonna hear you. But keep it up!"
Again Kathy screamed as Jack bit down on her other nipple. He sucked hard, bit, then. sucked hard again, laying the half-inch long nub with his tongue. She shuddered and moaned, turning her head away, blinking away the hot salty tears while Jack worked on her thirty-four-inch tits.
"We'll try again."
Pulling away, the big stud wiped his mouth with the back of one hand, then dropped his fingers to the handle once more. The gears unlocked and began squeaking against one another again. Kathy ground her teeth together feeling her muscles and tendons stretch. The throbbing pain turned into a pulsing agony. Her feet bent downward as the leather thongs chewed into her ankles. Again the boards under her began moving, pulling at her body in opposite directions. The girl thought she could hear her bones separating. Her knees rattled while she begged with all her strength for Jack to let her go.
"Oh no, don't! Eaghghghghhhhhh! Oh, you're going to kill me with . . . ughghghhgh with this!"
He laughed, turning the handle again, making the gears grind against one another. Kathy's mind reeled, the pain bleaching all thoughts from her except the excruciating pain scorching through her body right now. She jerked her head from right to left, the blonde hairs plastered to her dampened cheeks and forehead. She heard something cracking. Was that a bone, or just a piece of the rack? Jack cursed, hitting the gears with his fist.
"Damned old piece of shit ain't workin' right. Well, that's all right."
There were more rumbling sounds. The hard tension of the thongs around her ankles and wrists eased, then finally stopped altogether. Kathy sighed, closing her eyes and nearly breaking out into hysterical laughter with the relief. She moved her arms and legs tentatively and found some freedom of movement. What-ever had happened had saved her from the agony of more stretching.
"It ain't over yet."
Jack could read her mind. Lifting her head from the rack slightly, Kathy tried peering through the darkness surrounding them. Only a dim yellow bulb illuminated the area immediately around them.
"You're gonna meet your new boyfriend pretty fuckin' soon," Jack said, vanishing into the darkness.
Jack emerged from the darkness, unwrapping a long tapered iron at least three feet long and one inch wide. The handle was hard leather, ribbed to fit easily in a man's hand. At the tip was a grooved disc at least one inch thick. Perspiration dotted her forehead all over again as Kathy stared wild-eyed at the weapon. it was one of those things she'd seen hanging on the wall when he'd dragged her from that awful mummy case.
"It's like a cockhead . . . a dildo," Jack explained, running one hand over the cold surface.
The words made her flush red. In spite of what he'd done to her so far, she still could feel shame at the dirty words he'd flung at her.
"I'm gonna drive this thing up your cunt right up to the handle," Jack laughed, tapping her right big toe with the cold disc. "Gonna pop your cherry with this mother, baby."
Kathy blinked her eyes in disbelief. Surely he had to be joking. He wouldn't stick that rod up her pussy!
"No, oh no. . ."
Jack was savoring her terror, laughing at her fright~ as he kept sliding the dildo lovingly over her thighs. She flinched at the touch of the cold iron, drawing back as best she could while the thongs still held her firmly to the rack's surface.
"And I think you're gonna like it. I bet you're hot even now," he said, drawing the dildo up to her chest. Jack moved it up to her tits, hefting one of her boobs up toward her chin. "That nipple. Looks like it's gonna explode. `Course, I been suckin' on it for a while. Maybe that's why."
Jack hefted the iron up again, swinging it from left to right as if to test its weight. The sound of the rod wooshing through the air made Kathy weak with terror. She wanted to faint. But something kept her conscious. She moaned and turned away.
"I won't hurt you. . . too much," Jack sneered.
He was smoothing the back of one hand over her cuntal thicket now, pressing his knuckles against her swollen flesh until juice seeped from her crooked pussy crack. Jack raised his eyebrows, his sensuous mouth curl-ing with amusement. Kathy could have died from shame! He was toying with her, rubbing his fingers over her pussy, drawing juice from her hot little hole. And there was nothing she could do to stop the rising excitement. Then, twisting his hand around, h� grabbed a hand-ful of her blonde silky cunthairs and yanked them from the roots.
"Eaghghghghh&~" it was as if someone had pricked her pussy with a dozen hot needles! Kathy squeezed her asscheeks together, jerking her thighs up so hard her tits slapped together, then letting them fall back down again with a wet, smack-ing sound. She breathed with short, labored pants, her eyes wide and watching.
"No, no, no!"
Her negative pleas came in breathless moans as Jack forced her outer cuntlips apart and shoved the disc in. Kathy snapped her head back and let out another shout as the cold iron kissed her hot cuntflesh. No one had ever touched her down there! This maniac was raping her with the iron rod! Kathy tried draw-ing her knees together, but the worn leather thongs held firm, pulling against her ankles and keeping her from moving very much on the rack. Her body shivered as more sweat oozed from her pores and glistened on her white flesh. Jack was twisting the rod around now as if it were a screwdriver, just as he had twisted those needles before.
Kathy felt her cunt slowly filling with that hideous iron rod. He pushed in harder. She screamed, the cords sticking from her neck while diamonds of spittle dotted her purple lips. Her nostrils flared while she worked her fingers mindlessly against the thongs cutting her wrists. Jack kept the disc inside at the same depth for a while, giving it little jerks now and then which resulted in gasping groans from the helpless blonde.
He raised the handle, rubbing the rough iron surface against her clit. Kathy thought some-one had touched her with a live wire. Her body tensed, the muscles hardening and bulging against her damp flesh. Her knees shivered while her asscheeks tensed, relaxed, then tensed again in a milking motion. The girl could feel her velvety cunt walls buckling in from arousal while her pussy muscles cramped down shut on thin air. An air bubble escaped from her pussy, popping through the flowing fuck juices that oozed into her asscrack. Again the girl screamed. But this time the shout wasn't totally in response to pain and humilia-tion
"Take it." Jack rammed the thing in, press-ing the disc hard against her cherry. Kathy's eyes bulged, her nostrils flaring even more while her cheeks puffed out. She was blowing out air rapidly, her teeth chattering from the pressure and pain between her legs.
"No, oh no, no, no!"
Kathy rolled her head from side to side, bit-ter tears leaking from her eyes. She could feel the small wall of her cherry tearing from its footing under the relentless attack of the iron rod. Jack was grunting, sweat streaking his flesh as he twisted the dildo a little more and leaned down hard. Kathy's body snapped against the leather restraints again.
He'd done it. In one second Jack pushed the iron dildo through, piercing her cherry, driv-ing the weapon all the way into her cunt. Kathy screamed and shouted madly, her bones rattling at the awful pain. Again and again Jack fucked the rod in, twisting it up, pressing the iron against her clit and making her shiver with pain.
"Yeah, that's it, that's it, baby, that's it little girl," he panted, pulling the dildo slowly from her cunt.
Kathy whimpered, biting down on her lower lip. Raped! Her cherry torn from her. And by what? That awful rod! There had been no lover, no tender words, no reassuring caresses from a man who would take away her inno-cence. No. There was nothing but this rack, the leather holding her to it, the rod, and this maniac torturing her until she nearly fainted from pain.
"Yeah, a real virgin. At your age most of the girls have been fucked pretty often. You're somethin' special. Wonder if your sister's cherry. I'll find out soon enough," he muttered.
Her eyes fixed on him.
"You heard that simple pleasures are the best, right, baby? That's all I'm gonna ask from you. Just the simple shit."
He picked up the iron once more, leaning it against the rack. Again Jack disappeared in the gloom surrounding them. Through a cracked, dirty window nearby, Kathy could hear the storm raging outside. There were sounds of heavy scraping over the bricked floor. Kathy raised her head once more and saw him pulling a large object toward her. On closer examination Kathy saw it was a large Coleman stove atop a small bench. Jack moved it to within four feet of the rack, stopped, then turned and switched on the gas. She could hear the gentle hissing from the jets. A struck match, a bright glow, then the bluish light coming from the Coleman. Jack took the iron and raised it, sliding the tip over the flame.
"Oh no, no, no. . ."
Kathy tugged at the thongs again, suspecting what he was going to do to her. Branding! She was afraid to speak, even to think of what was going through her rattled mind. The terrified girl watched as Jack paced, waiting for the iron to heat sufficiently. He cracked his knuckles, glancing at her from time to time to check on her growing discomfort. Licking his lips, Jack peered down at the poker, watching the tip reddening.
It was a nightmare, a horror she would awaken from. This couldn't be happening to her. People weren't like this, hurting other people this way. The Nazis had left the earth nearly forty years ago! People were more educated, more compassionate, more.
"It's ready."
The simple words were like whip cracks to her. Kathy whimpered, watching as he dropped one hand and lifted the iron to examine the tip.
"Yes," he hissed.
The tip was dark red. The shaft closest to the disc was white while the rest was an ashen gray.
"No!"
Her cry bounced off the wall unnoticed.
"Please, I'll do anything, anything."
Her head shivered. The spasms passed down her narrow shoulders, her tits drawing up. The peaks were still stiff and glowing from the sucking and biting. She clawed her fingers against the rack's top, not believing he was going to hurt her with that thing, and yet pre-paring herself for the burning agony as best she could.
"Sure you will . . . especially after this,"
Jack said, raising the poker above the hissing Coleman and moving it over her nipples.
Kathy watched the glowing tip as slowly it descended toward her tits.
Chapter Three
Kathy could feel the warmth from the glowing rod already. She tried to pull back. but of course the bonds held strongly.
"Oh, no, oh my God . . . no . . don't . .
Her eyes widened. The sight of this instrument of torture filled her eyes, burned into her brain, made her nearly faint with terror. Jack lowered the iron a little more. The' heat warmed her belly. He took time positioning the weight, watching her carefully, moving the poker up to her nipples, then down to her pussy. At one time Jack singed some of her blonde cunthairs. Kathy could smell the aroma of the burning strands and shouted loudly for mercy.
"Don't . . . don't touch me with that thing!" the teen shrieked, her throat raw from all the screaming.
Kathy jerked her body hard against the restraining thongs, her asscheeks slapping wetly against the rack's hard surface. Peering up through her long blonde lashes at Jack, she saw him licking his lips like a hungry wolf. His eyes took in her naked body from head to toe, glittering with wild excitement as she screamed and struggled helplessly against her bonds. And, with every violent, jerky movement Kathy made, she felt her cunt lips rubbing sexily against her juice-slicked clit. As odd as it was, the girl had to admit to herself that Jack's torment was arousing her, exciting her as nothing before ever had! Pulling against the leather holding her captive, the confused young girl bit her lips to keep from screaming.
The poker dropped a little more. Kathy started to cry. The sudden burst of heat turned a: nickel-shaped portion of her belly a brilliant red. The girl groaned, jerking at the thongs once more and begging him to let her escape.
Jack only laughed once more at her cries, heft-ing the poker back and forth, watching the girl's flesh quiver as he spread the glowing heat all over her body.
The heat bit deeper into her flesh. It was like having some terrible monster feasting on her body. Kathy turned her head back and watched that horrid glowing rod drop lower and lower. Ripples passed across her thighs, entering her cunt. The girl arched her spine, rubbing her thighs together. Rushes of hot/chilly sexual heat licked at her rising clit. Kathy screamed, every nerve in her body alive to the slightest touch.
Jack moved the poker up, the hot iron glowing a red path between her thighs. He was careful not to touch her flesh yet. The girl whimpered through her tightly clenched teeth, feeling the heat on her flesh. When he dropped the poker down toward her cuntal mound, Kathy thought she would surely die! She could smell her cunthairs burning black under the glowing heat. The bitter smell of the burned hair nauseated her. But Jack seemed more aroused with that odor. His hand shook. The weapon bobbed up and down. Blinking away the tears, Kathy could see his hard-on pressing against the front of his pants.
The glowing rod advanced. Kathy dug her fingernails into her soft thighs, her asscheeks pressing and flattening against the rack's surface. The heat was baking her crotch, burn-ing into the velvety flesh without touching her flesh.
"Stop!" she cried.
"Oh, baby, gonna burn you up," he muttered, his eyes glowing as hotly as the poker. "Gonna burn you up till you're nothin' but smokin' garbage."
"No, no!" Kathy screamed, throwing her head back hard against the rack and feeling her life would soon be over. She had read stories about young girls found mutilated, their bodies half-decaying on the side of a road. Would she and her sister be another such story, something to be pitied in the county morgue?
The sharp heat curled into her pussy, passing through the wet flesh. It seemed to be searching for and finding her clit. Kathy twisted hard against the rack. It was like a hot, sucking mouth, touching and licking the sensi-tive little organ.
"Noooo . . . eeeeeeeeeiieyyeeee!"
Her clit was starting to twitch, starting to erupt as if she were about to have an orgasm. Her breaths came in short, raspy pants while her belly swelled upward. Jack saw her arousal and pulled the poker away, flinging it hard against the nearby wall. The sharp clattering made Kathy scream. She had been frustrated. Though close to orgasm, Kathy felt herself slipping down now from the peak. She groaned once more thr6ugh her teeth, wonder-ing what new horrors Jack would visit on her.
"You won't get this in your belly-not till I'm finished with you. And all the while I'm fuckin' you, you can think about that God-damned poker drillin' into your pussy," Jack muttered.
Kathy watched as Jack tore his sweaty white cotton t-shirt off, throwing it in the corner. His fingers fumbled for the buttons of his Levi's, finally tearing them open.
Kathy winced as his eight-inch cunt-splitter popped out, bobbing up and down as threaten-ingly as that burning poker had. He was going to fuck that monster cock into her cunt!
"Big, eh, baby? You ain't had nothin' in your fuckin' cunt-'cept that poker poppin' your cherry. Now you're gonna feel what it's like to get fucked by a man, baby-a real man."
This wasn't a time for tears. This wasn't a time for pleas. Kathy knew she was hopelessly at bay. Besides the thongs holding her prisoner, there were her own feelings, terrible feelings aroused by the beating, the ropes, the stretching torment, and finally the poker. As hideous as it was, the girl had to admit her pussy was burning up with excitement, the flames licking up her inner thighs and caress-ing her clit. -
"Gonna make sure you don't try sometin' cute like gettin' away," Jack growled, loosen-ing, then finally taking off the left thong hold-ing her ankle firmly to the rack. The big man bent her leg back until the ankle was touching her wrist. Another strap was slipped around her foot, attaching it to her hand. Kathy groaned, her body feeling as if it were being split wide open.
"Oh God!"
"Shaddup," Jack barked, slapping her hard across the face with one hand. His knuckles bruised her chin, the force of that blow knocking her half senseless while he unfast-ened the other thong and bent her left leg back.
In a moment the girl was rolled to the rear of the bench, her ankles attached to her wrists, her cunt completely exposed to Jack's cock. Peering over her tits, the girl saw him pushing down his trousers, slipping off his boots, then stepping from his Levi's. He scratched his hairy balls, his cock wagging from left to right. A droplet of something clear was oozing from the slit in the middle of that Double-lobed cockhead. Jack smeared the pre-cum up and down the thickly veined sides of his cock, grinning at the cringing girl.
"It's a real trip, slut. I'm gonna be the first guy to fuck you, and don't have to worry about messin' up my dick on your cherry."
Kathy turned her head away, his words biting into what shreds were left of her pride. A cold draft chilled her flesh, making goose pimples erupt on her white, sweaty flesh. Jack crawled onto the rack, stretching both hands forward and touching her upturned asscheeks. Kathy groaned, tilting her head back, grinding her teeth. His fingers strayed back into her ass-crack, his jagged nails tearing at her flesh. She moaned again, jerking her ass as best she could to one side. But Jack followed her movements easily, his right index finger stiffening, then sliding around to her shitter. The girl's eyes opened, widening as she felt him making tighter and tighter circles around her asshole, his nail finally touching her gray/pink wrinkled asshole. He paused for a second, then jammed the digit hard into her shitter up to the second joint.
It was as if he had jammed that red-hot poker into her ass! She snorted through her flared nostrils, yammering and yowling in pain while Jack laughed at her awful distress. She was fucking her ass with his finger, pushing it in and out, his jagged nail tearing at her silky bowel lining! it was humiliating, degrading beyond belief. Her cries bounced off the walls again while her legs and arms spasmed from the pain.
Jack fucked his finger in a little deeper until the last knuckle was pressing against her shitter. Kathy let out sobbing, choked cries, saliva trickling back in her throat and threat-ening to drown her. She curled her toes until they cramped, working her fingers against her ankles as that awful hot pain continued.
"Thought about fuckin' you in the ass. But your cunt's too pretty to pass up," he said, smoothing his thumb around the swollen cunt-lips while still finger-fucking her in the ass.
"No, no!"
Tears blinded the blonde teen while Jack stroked her pussy with his other hand. For a moment, Kathy thought he might be slipping a second finger into her shitter. But instead the young man drew his finger out, wiping it across her belly. He was working his hands on either side of her cunt now, his fingers barely touching the plump outer rim of her cuntlips. At times the young stud rubbed the edges of his fingers against her pussylips, squeezing them together like a sponge and grunting with satisfaction as fuck juice seeped from her cunt. Kathy could feel it. She could feel the warm fluid trickling out, seeping down through the forest of her singed, blonde thicket.
"Feel it, baby? You feel them fingers workin' over your cunt?"
Yes, she could feel it. Her ass pranced for that feeling, whether he knew it or not. She wanted to run from those fingers and that bobbing prick. A cock. A man's prick bobbing inches away from her pussy. Oh, the nights she had lain alone in bed thinking about getting fucked! She had touched herself all over.
"No, no," she cried.
"You got lots of juice comin' outta you now," Jack observed dryly. "You can't tell me you don't want me fuckin' the shit outta you."
"No!" he climbed onto the rack, his hands now braced on her narrow shoulders. She thought his weight would shatter her bones. She felt his hot prick settling against her cuntal mouth. His cock was nearly as hot as the branding iron that burned her! The muscles in her Legs, thighs and arms cramped again from the awkward position they were bound in and from the tension rushing through her hot little pussy.
"Oh, baby, baby. . ." Jack murmured.
For one instant Kathy thought about her sister, wondering where she could be. At that point she felt Jack spreading her thighs farther apart with those strong, paw-like hands of his. She felt peeled open, stretched, her knees splayed wide on the rack.
He was leaning forward, putting more pressure on his cockhead. Kathy felt her cunt-lips flattening, then unsticking and pulling around to accommodate his bulbous prick. He was doing it, fucking her, pushing his cock into her cunt. Kathy tossed her head back and forth, her long blonde hair tangling around her throat. He was fucking her!
Again the girl curled her spine, her head throbbing from the riot of sensations tearing through her pussy. Kathy felt it going deep, the fat cockhead pushing the itchy cunt walls apart. For all the pain she had suffered, Kathy had to admit this was a wonderful reward. It was so wild, so sexy feeling her cunt walls stretching around the big cockhead like that. Chills raced up and down her flesh as Jack fucked more and more of his prick into her.
"Yeahhhh. . . man, you're hot and tight and real fine."
"No, no!"
He fucked nearly half his cock in, moving~ his hips from one side to the other so she could feel his raping cock a little better. With every move he made, the girl let out a little whimper, tensing her belly, wishing he would just fuck her and get it over with.
"You're hurting me. . . oh God, God, you don't know what you're going to me!"
"I know, baby. I'm steamin' up your pussy. You ain't never had anything like this and it's drivin' you buggy, right?"
Kathy turned her head away from him once more. She couldn't answer a question like that. Opening her mouth would only reveal the truth, she thought. And then he began pulling his cock out, his head tugging at her tight-fitting cunt walls. The outward tugging of his withdrawing prick sent another type of spasm through her cunt. Kathy clawed at the air with her fingers, her muscles knotting up against her sweaty flesh. He was pulling out, his prick rubbing continually against her clit. She grunted through her teeth, biting down on her lower lip so hard she could taste the warm salty flavor of her own blood. No, she wouldn't open her mouth, wouldn't cry out to him.
Jack paused, just the head of his prick buried in the soft moist tissues of her cunt. He watched her outer cuntlips twist around his cock in milking movements. He knew she was hot, hot enough to climax in a moment. Jack paused again, leaning forward, shifting his weight a bit before sliding his cock back into her. Kathy let out a woosh of air through her opened mouth.
In a moment the girl could feel the scratchy tickle of the hairs of his balls against her asshole. His cock was all the way in her! Yes, he had fucked his prick all the way into her body and was resting against her upturned ass now! She screwed up her face, concentrating on that weird heat throbbing deep in her body. It was such a strange feeling having a man's cock in her! She was so soft, feeling as if she were melting into butter from all the arousal. And, yet, deep inside her was that hard thing, that thick long cock pulsing and wriggling against her clutching cuntal tissues! Jack hunched up harder against her, his hands cupping her asscheeks, squeezing into the flesh. As he moved his hips around again, the girl felt his prickhead swirling and driving around inside her pussy.
"No, no!" Kathy whimpered, trying to stop the awful chain of thoughts building inside her. But that was impossible. The girl felt her cunt muscles tightening, relaxing, then tighten-ing again in milking motions.
Jack grunted in approval, drawing back a little, then fucking his cock hard back into her pussy. It was enough to send explosions bursting through her violated cunt.
Jack knew she was enjoying his cock even though she protested violently. Reaching forward, he grabbed her long red nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting them so hard tears sprang to her eyes. Kathy begged him to let her go.
"Take it, bitch! You're gonna take it all, you and your fuckin' slutty sister."
"Yaghghghhh!"
She felt him crushing her tit tips like berries, twisting them around and sending hot rushes of sensation into her clit. She sobbed, the bruising fingers on her nipples making her tits ache. With one part of her mind, Kathy wished he could tear the tit peaks off. That surely would stop the terrible heat they were sending to her aroused cunt.
Jack leaned forward a little more now, sucking at her throat. At times his teeth clamped on her neck, threatening to break the skin as he fucked deep into her. The girl lay there, helpless, feeling the swiveling of his body against hers. There was no escape, no way to get away from this torment!
"Stop, stop," she moaned.
Her voice was low, breathless as the fucking continued. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass was driving her crazy. Kathy sobbed and groaned while Jack's cock continued to rape through her pussy.
"Take it, baby, take it all!"
His eyes glazed over as his fuck-thrusts became harder, more brutal. His fingernails clawed at the sensitive rims of her nipples. All she wanted now was release, that cunt-satisfy-ing release that would end that spinning knot of tension in her belly.
Then a flash of excitement exploded through her cunt, turning her into a squealing beast. That whirling knot of lust in her pussy exploded. Kathy felt his cock thickening inside her. The pace of his fucking slowed for a second, then resumed with a hideous rapidity. Jack cried out, his head snapping back while his fingers tightened around her .tits. Blasts of hot jizz scalded her cunt, filling her up, spilling out of her pussy and dripping down her ass-cheeks. He was cumming, shooting off inside her! Kathy heard herself screaming in response-the terrifying impact of her climax tearing outward from her cunt. She felt her climax in her nipples, then felt it around her asshole. The girl sobbed, knowing the spurting cock inside her was only the beginning of her ordeal.
"Stop it, stop . . . uhhhhh!"
She couldn't stop him, couldn't stop herself as her climax rolled on terrifyingly before finally crashing to a halt. Exhausted, the blonde teen rested there panting, feeling the life drain from her.
Chapter Four
Jack finished with her quickly, keeping his cock inside her until he had drained himself of every ounce of pleasure. Pulling out of her, Jack padded around the cellar of the old house, wiping himself clean, then dressing slowly. Always he kept his eyes on the bound girl, enjoying her position. Kathy begged him in low, panting pleas to let her legs down. Her muscles ached so much from the double posi-tion he had tied her in.
Relenting, the young stud unfastened the thongs, stretching her out onto the rack, then throwing her clothes in her face.
"Get dressed."
Kathy stumbled about, pulling on her torn clothes, then walking in front of the stud as he pushed her through the room and down a dank corridor. This was like some medieval castle. The smells were obscure but unpleasant as she shuffled in front of him, stopping at a badly chipped green door. Fishing out a set of keys, Jack opened it, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her roughly in before slamming it shut.
The loud slamming of the door made her jump. She stood there in the damp darkness for at least a minute, shivering, rubbing her fingers briskly up and down her upper arms. He had raped her! He had raped her with that horrible poker, then shoved his cock into her.
Quietly she cried, leaning heavily against the door. She sobbed for her lost virginity, for her lost innocence, and for the unknown horrors that were in store for her. Her knees buckling, the girl sank to the floor, huddling in a ball. It was so cold and damp. Kathy wondered the time; But there was no way to tell in here. Her own agony easing a bit, she realized there was someone else in there, softly crying too.
"Jan?" she whispered.
No answer. Perhaps it was her overworked imagination creating the sounds. She sighed, pressing back against the wall. The noise had stopped. Yes, it must have been her imagina-tion. Now all she could hear was the sound of her own breathing in the stony prison.
"God . . . she breathed.
What awful things had happened to her in the past hour. The walls were slippery here as was the floor. She tried to concentrate on the present, to think about the room around her instead of the ordeal she had just undergone. In another moment, she thought about exploring the darkness around her, but the clawlike skitter and pause of some small animal nearby stopped her. She thought about her sister, about the car outside, about her father. Surely he would become suspicious by now and phone the police. They would scour the highways, find the car outside the old mansion and knock on the door. Soon they would find her and Jan, would save them from any more degradation. She shook her head, trying to drive out the still-present feeling of that cock fucking in and out of her cunt. That was over. It would never, never happen again. She forced herself to think about a nice warm bath. How good it would be to sink into nice clean warm water and wash away the filth Jack had laden her with. She wanted to get the smell of him off her.
Kathy sank into a revery about her home, about her bedroom with the soft mattress and all the warm things that comforted her. How much she had taken them for granted before. And now how precious they all seemed to her. The picture in her mind grew brighter. She could almost feel the touch of her silken coverlet, the sensation of the clean sheets rubbing against her pink, freshly scrubbed flesh.
A shrill scream of pain cut through the moist air of the cellar. The door swung open, striking her hard against her right thigh and bowling her over. She jerked up again to a sitting position, pushing the hair from her eyes. Shapes appeared in the dim light of the doorway. One of the shapes left the ground and thudded wetly inside the doorway.
Kathy clapped her hands to her ears, screaming back it was a girl. Jan! Forgetting her comfortable fantasy, Kathy scrambled across the floor.
"Uhhhhh . . ." she girl groaned.
"Jan?"
"Oh, Kathy. .
The two sisters hugged one another tightly in the dark, sobbing together, telling one another of the horrors they had suffered at Jack's hands.
"He kept beating me," Jan sobbed, regaining some control of herself. "And then . and then he started tearing out my hair . . . you know, down there!"
She stopped, crying softly again into her hands while Kathy hugged her comfortingly around the shoulders. The blonde teen wondered if Jan had undergone the same kind of torment, a cock fucking into her cunt.
"Did he-" Kathy started to say.
"No. He said that would be later."
Jan paused again, regaining her composure. "Kathy, you weren't around. He had me locked up for a while, what happened to you?"
The question made Kathy blush. Thank God it was so dark in here her sister couldn't see the guilt burning her cheeks. Painfully Kathy began telling how Jack had locked her up in that case and tormented her with the pins. Jan gasped with horror. How could she tell her sister the rest of it?
"Is that all?" Jan asked.
"No," Kathy said firmly, feeling something driving her on to purge herself of the pain tearing at her conscience.
Slowly she resumed her story, describing the rack, then telling how she had been bound, tortured with the poker, raped by it, then finally raped by Jack himself.
"And that's it," Kathy said simply, feeling a rush of relief. At least someone else shared her burden of horror. Her own sister.
"Oh my God, Kathy!"
"We've got to get out of here, Jan. This can't go on."
"But how? There's no way to get out of this horrible place!" the brunette wailed.
"Lemme think."
Kathy shut her eyes. That seemed to sharpen her ears a little. She could hear Jan breathing heavily next to her. She moved away, crawling on the floor. The girl stopped, hearing some-thing slide near her. Was it her imagination? Snakes? Were they around in this place? She arched her toes up and slid her feet slowly around, hoping to find something, and yet fearing to find that thing she had heard skittering around earlier.
Kathy slid forward again. Her first few steps hadn't located anything. Suddenly her right foot splashed into icy liquid. She jumped back with a squeal, nearly tumbling down from her loss of balance.
"What? What did you find?" Jan shouted out with horror.
"I . . . I don't know . . . water I think."
"I'm so thirsty . .
Kathy grabbed her stomach, feeling it buckle under the tension and disgust of the situation. She knelt finally and put her hands into the pool. Grunting, the teen raised a handful to her mouth. It tasted bad, but it was cold and wet in spite of the musty smell.
"It's awful, Jan . . . I don't think you want to drink it."
She wiped her hands quickly on the sides of her tattered dress, feeling a little sicker than before. How long would they be kept here in this awful dungeon? Again Kathy wondered about her father, about the police. How long would it take them to find the car and finger Jack and his buddies?
"Come here, Kathy. I don't want to be in this horrible place alone."
Kathy smiled, picking her way back care-fully to her sister, then kneeling down and hugging her body. They breathed quietly together, one holding the other for mutual support as the minutes ticked agonizingly by. How long they had been crouched in that cellar, neither one knew. It might have been one hour, two, four. Neither spoke, each trapped in her private world of horror. In a while, Kathy dozed, dropping her head softly against her sister's neck. She was awakened sharply by the sounds of approaching foot-steps and Jan's rustling hand.
"Someone's coming!" Jan whispered.
The heavy door of the cellar grated open. Kathy and Jan both shielded their eyes from the glare of the electric lights. The bright shaft of yellow hurt after so many hours in complete darkness. Jan reached down, squeezing her sister's right hand in terror.
"There they are. You take care of the car?" Jack said.
Blinking in the light, Kathy saw there were three men there. She remembered what Jack said about his buddies coming there. They had arrived. Her heart sank. Any thought about rescue faded from her mind. They had hidden the car. She heard them say that. Jan let out a low moan of defeat.
"I don't know about the other one. But blondie here's a great fuck. She's into the same things we are too," Jack said.
"No, not true, not true!" Kathy protested. "I ain't fucked the brunette yet. But we'll get around to it. Right now I wanna show you guys about how this bitch performs. Come on, baby. Get up and get the fuck outta there. My buddy wants to see some action."
Kathy hesitated, one hand to her throat. She hugged her sister harder, feeling her pulse racing wildly in her veins.
"I said move!" Jack snapped.
With concern for her sister still in her mind, she let Jack lift her from the floor and drag her out of the cellar. They pushed her down the corridor, past the room where Jack had humiliated her. Kathy stumbled forward, rais-ing her hands to sweep the hair from her face. The aches in her muscles from the former torture made her walk awkwardly. She tripped once and fell sprawling on her hands and knees just inside another room they had shoved her into. Big hands grabbed her shoulders again, setting her upright. She felt them grabbing at her dress. Then there were tearing sounds.
"No, oh, God no!"
She tried to stop it. But of course all action was useless against the men. She tried to cover her tits with her crossed arms. Jack laughed while the bigger of his two buddies turned Kathy around and pulled her arms down roughly. He pinched her sore nipples and laughed again.
"You got her when she was cherry and ripe, en, buddy? Man, you got all the luck," one man said.
Jack ripped the remainder of Kathy's dress from her body, tossing the fragments in the corner. Kathy backed up, trying to hide her cunt from the lewd eyes of the three men. They were talking about what a hard time they had getting their bikes down the road in the rain. It was almost as if she didn't exist for a while. And then they turned to her.
"Bet you're wonderin' what we're gonna do to you. Look around," the tallest of the three said, sweeping a gloved hand around her head.
Kathy shrank back, her wide eyes taking in the hideous instruments of torture hanging from the wall. They were just as terrifying as the ones she had seen earlier. Only this room had more dangling from rusty spikes driven into the walls.
"What kind of place is this?" she gasped.
Jack laughed with the others, shaking his head from left to right. "It's kinda a club. We bring chicks here to have some fun with. You and your sister surprised us. Now we got some-thin' real special to play with."
Kathy felt sick. Her hair hung in tangled clumps around her pretty, terrified face. Clawed marks glowed a deeper red around the still-stiffened points of her tits.
She looked at the three club members. They were all in leather now, tight-fitting chaps revealing their thick-muscled legs while their bare, hairy chests glistened with the sweat of sexual arousal. There was sex in the room, radiating from them like a powerful beacon. Only Jack had touched her. But the teen was certain they would all molest her before dawn broke.
"Damn, she's got great tits," one guy said.
"Easy, Frank. You don't wanna rush it," Jack warned.
The other gang member, Big John they called him, stared silently at her like a wolf about to pounce on his prey. She looked down at the floor, then back up at them all.
"Let's rope `er up and teach the bitch a couple of lessons before we fuck `er," Jack said.
Jack's suggestion brought assenting grunts from the others. Kathy backed away as they walked toward her, their studded boots crunching on the filthy cement cellar floor; She crouched down, still covering her naked tits and cunt as best she could. The three laughed, Big John making a lunge for her and catching the screaming girl by the right wrist. He wheeled her around, jerking her against him while shoving one leather-gloved finger into her cunt. Kathy yelped, snapping her thighs back as the digit rubbed up against her clit.
"Feisty little slut!" Big John laughed.
He slapped her, still holding her with one hand, then backhanded her harder, his knuckles knocking the wind from her lungs. Kathy groaned, her knees growing shaky and weak as hair splashed over her contorted face. Big John was shoving her against the wall while the others scrambled for various devices on the wall.
"Get this in her fuckin' mouth!" Big John said behind her.
Kathy turned around a bit, seeing Big John holding a black wooden stick. She started to open her mouth and found him swinging the rod against her lips.
"Ummmfffff!" she gagged.
The girl backed away, her hands jerking up to her mouth. Jack slapped them down, twist-ing her wrists halfway around until Kathy cried in pain. Big John slipped the wooden rod between her teeth, reaching around and push-ing it back until her lips curled tightly around.
"Tie it in good, buddy. I don't wanna hear her screamin' her head off when we fuck her," Jack said, wiping his hands on his Levi's.
Big John secured the hard wooden rod in her mouth with two ropes fitted at either end, bound securely around the back of her head.
Kathy's eyes widened. There was far more for her to endure. Frank walked over with two sticks, knelt down and forced her to spread her legs. Copping a feel of her cunt mound, the big stud dropped his hands when Jack flashed him a disapproving look. Kathy flinched, the touch of his fingers making her cringe.
"You'll have your turn, man. you'll have your chance to poke this chick. Right now we're gonna teach the bitch a little discipline so she ain't gonna try no shit later on," Jack said.
Frank grunted in assent, wedging the two poles between her legs. Again using half-inch, line, he secured them to her ankles, forcing her to assume a spread-legged position.
"Now for the hands," Jack said, still holding her around the wrists.
Kathy tried moaning her protests. The wooden rod pushing hard against her molars and stretched lips prevented her from doing anything. He forced her to bend down, taking more line from Frank and securing her wrists to both her ankles and the wooden rods keep-ing her legs pried widely apart. Kathy swal-lowed hard, twisting her head up so her spit could go down her throat without choking her.
"There's a fuckin' good bitch. She ain't gonna say nothin'. No complainin', no bitchin' about this and that," Frank said, rubbing his fingers up along her inner thighs.
Kathy trembled, biting down against the rod when she felt his nails getting very close to her clit. There was more movement behind her. Jack had stepped back to the wall. In another moment he stood in front of her, holding a long leather strap with a handle. She noticed the end of it had been cut into strips. Her heart began to pound.
"I'd forgotten about this strap till now. You know," Jack mused, rubbing the strands against Kathy's quivering right cheek, "I met a girl once who dug gettin' her ass whipped red with this mother."
Frank and Big John chuckled, wiping their noses and casting their glances from Kathy to Jack, then back to Kathy again.
"I mean, she really dug it," Jack continued, pushing his face against Kathy's. The girl thought she would surely lose control of her ass muscles and shit all over herself. "When I kept beatin' her with the strap, she went outta her mind. I know I hurt her. But even when her ass was nothin' but stripes she begged me not to stop. Said it was the best thing she'd ever felt. You gonna be like that, baby? You gonna beg me not to stop even though I beat the shit outta that fuckin' butt?"
Kathy tried to scream her denial. The wooden rod hurt her teeth while the blood rushed into her head. Suddenly she heard him raise the strap. She tensed, her muscles bulging against her thighs, her asscheeks tightening instinctively while she curled her toes against the hard concrete. There was a moment's hesi-tation, a moment that knocked the girl nearly senseless with terror. Then she heard the whistling sound, that hissing sound of leather slicing through the thick damp air surrounding them in the cellar. She chomped down hard on the wood. And then the straps kissed her ass-cheeks with a hard cracking sound, sending hot stinging streamers of pain shooting through her body. Kathy let out a loud yelp, her teeth leaving marks in the black wood.
"Man, you see the way those asscheeks jiggle?" Frank said, rubbing his crotch with the back of one hand.
"Yeah, man, and she's goin' for it. . . I think," Big John added.
"See if we can get more of a response with another hit. That was just a love pat, baby, just a fun thing to show you what's comin' up.,,
Jack jerked his hand up, swinging the strap around his head like a wild snake. Kathy stared in front of her, watching the shadows of his arm and the makeshift whip protruding frohi his hand. She wept wildly, pulling at the thongs holding her hands to her ankles. It was the same as it had been with the rack-she couldn't move, couldn't even hide her ass from this maniac. A second blow struck her right thigh. Then came a third, crossing the first over her asscheeks. The thong-like ends started to sting her badly. Jack laughed, increasing the tempo and force of his strapping while calling her all sorts of terrible names.
"Slut, fuckin' bitchin' slut," he growled, marking his words with blows.
The strap started burning and stinging as Jack struck the same sore spots a second and third time. She felt each thong kissing and biting her flesh painfully and tried walking away in that awkward position. Jack stopped, laughing with the others as Kathy waddled away several feet, then stopped. Useless. It was hopeless. There was nowhere she could go. And, besides, she was exhausted. Stopping, the blonde teen waited until Jack walked up to her, raising that awful hand again.
Chapter Five
He brought his hand down hard, striking Kathy on the back of her head. The girl stag-gered forward, bright-yellow lights popping behind her eyes while an odd buzzing sounded in her head. She regained her balance, then doubled over a little more to ease the stretch-ing pain in her wrists.
In a moment Jack resumed with the beating, striking her ass again and again with the leather tongs until her asscheeks glowed with a cherry redness. How her ass and thighs seared from the strapping. Kathy was grateful when Jack suddenly stopped, turned, and hung the strap back on the wall. Sighing around the rod pressed in her mouth, the blonde teen wondered what else was in store for her.
"I'm gonna leave it hanging on the wall here," Jack said, nodding to the strap, "just in case I've gotta use it on the slut again."
"Hey, man, let's see if the little tramp gives good head. She's in the right position for it," Frank said, scratching his hard prick.
"Pull the rod out of her mouth," Jack said. Kathy felt someone fondling, with the ropes holding the piece of wood in her teeth. In a moment she felt the rod sliding from her lips, falling and clattering on the hard floor. She worked her tongue against her lips and cheeks, thanking them silently for having freed her mouth from the painful wooden gag. Her reflief was short-lived, however, when Frank walked up to her and began bending his knees. He rocked back and forth on his heels, his fingers toying with the zinc tab of his fly. Blinking her eyes clear, Kathy saw a long, fat protrusion pressing against the faded material of his Levi's.
The girl remembered hearing some of her friends talk about giving head, sucking a man's cock, Now they were going to make her do it! She shook the hair from her eyes, pulling back instinctively on the bonds holding her hands to her legs.
"No, no!" she gasped.
Frank ran his tongue along his lips, pulling open his zipper, halving his trousers. Kathy let out a gasp of horrified surprise when an eight-inch cock a little thicker than Jack's sprang out, the purple prickhead bloated with excite-ment. Frank was moving his fingers up and down the cockshaft rapidly, jerking the taut pink skin. The girl saw the blue veins pulsing angrily against the skin while drops of pre-cum oozed slowly from his piss-slit.
"Suck it." Frank's voice had gone throaty. He didn't give Kathy a chance to respond one way or the other. Grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair, he yanked her head up hard by the roots, tearing some strands from her scalp. The girl yelped, her nostrils flaring once more, her eyes blurring with tears as the pain throbbed in her skull. He twisted her hair a little more.
"Suck it!"
Opening her mouth, Kathy pulled her full red lips back as if she were going to receive a kiss. Frank smiled, tugging her hair up a little more and inching his cock up to her pouting lower lip. The girl shivered with revulsion as she felt the warm bulbous cockhead settling on her lip. She could taste the bleachy flavor of his cum as it seeped from his piss-slit and mixed with her saliva. Frank was moving his cock teasingly against her lower front teeth. Kathy swallowed hard, feeling his prick riding over her teeth now and slipping into her mouth.
"Good feelin', man. Good havin' a hot mouth wrappin' around my dick," Frank muttered, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.
"Yeah, almost as good as her tight little pussy," Jack added.
Big John just stared dumbly, working his fingers over his pants down where a dark stain began appearing. Kathy began breathing with whistling, wheezing sounds through her nose as Frank filled her mouth with cockmeat. Miles of greasy prickmeat, it seemed. Her cheeks puffed out as he gorged her mouth with his cock. The ropes chafed her wrists and ankles terribly as the girl jerked and twitched against his body. Frank pulled her hair even harder now as his excitement grew. He was stepping forward, his boots crushing her toes as he fucked inch after inch of his meat into her throat!
Spit frothed around the stretched corners of her mouth as the girl sucked in more air to feed her bursting lungs. Frank pulled back a little, then shoved forward, his crotch now only two inches away from her nose. She already had six inches of his thick prick in her mouth! The girl gasped for more air, her mouth now awash with that odd salty flavor of cum.
"Ooooooo, yeahhh, gimme that hot head, baby, gimme that tongue workin' on my. prick."
Frank told her how to work her tongue, how she could excite him even more than he was. When she didn't do as he had instructed, the. big stud twisted her hair around his fingers; tearing even more from her skull. Sobbing and crying with horror, the teen obeyed, running her tongue along that sensitive groove just under his cockhead and making him shiver and groan with delight.
"Man, she's one hell of a quick study at cocksuckin'," Frank said.
"Yeah! You should've been there when she was wrappin' her pussy around my dick. Had her on the rack. And, man, she couldn't have enough of my meat in her cunt," Jack said, excitement glowing in his eyes.
"I'm gonna get my turn, man. I'm gonna feel what it's like puttin' my meat into that little bitch," Big John growled.
"Hey, baby, when Big John says he's gonna fuck you, you'd better be ready to take on a donkey! He's gonna split you apart," Jack added.
Kathy didn't care at this point just how big Big John was. She was having difficulty breathing. Frank's cock was choking down her throat now. She couldn't swallow. Even draw-ing breaths through her burning nostrils was becoming hard! She tried pulling back, but Frank followed her, his hands now clamped down hard around her ears and threatening to crush her skull.
Frank was fucking her mouth steadily now, his bails swinging up and occasionally striking her chin. She wriggled her tongue back and forth over the underside of his fucking cock, sucking so hard that her cheeks caved in and caressed the throbbing sides of his prick. He stopped at times, arching his back, his knees shaking so hard they rattled against one another. Kathy knew he was close, so very close to shooting his load down her throat. She was starting to feel something stirring between her thighs, something very warm and tight. It was something like the feeling she had had when Jack had raped her. But this was far from that potent feeling. Rocking her thighs as much as she could, Kathy drew her tongue back, rubbing the end over his cockhead, dig-ging it finally into the piss-slit. Frank groaned appreciatively, spreading his fingers out alongside her head and pressing down the tips while hunching forward. Kathy felt the cockhead slip past her molars, brush over her tonsils, then touch the back of her throat. He was fucking her throat again and again, filling her mouth and throat with his cock while rub-bing his leathery balls up against her chin. The hairs on his crotch tickled her nose. Kathy groaned again, sucking hard, working her tongue from side to side over the base of his jerking prick.
"Yeah, baby, keep it up. . . uhhhh . . gonna fill that prick-fucked mouth with jizz!"
"Gonna pop off, huh, Frank?" Jack said, his lips curling sardonically.
"Can't . . . can't help it," he stammered, shaking his head back and forth. "This little bitch's got a mouth that's fuckin' magic!"
Frank began sliding his hips back and forth in an increasingly fast, steady rhythm. His cock was twitching regularly now, beating against her cheeks. His voice was tight, strangled as he talked to her, fucking her mouth so hard her lips burned from the friction.
"That's it, baby, take my cock in your throat. Shit yeah, that's good, honey. Move it, move that fuckin' tongue."
His words were sending quivers of heat rushing through her belly, then down to the innerflesh of her thighs. She wasn't nearly as hot as Frank was. But her cunt was starting to simmer, the lips starting to swell and fold over one another while her clit gradually rose from its surrounding moist, dark-pink flesh. Her knees trembled. She could feel a ridge along Frank's cock's underside. It was the tube through which his cum would shoot.
"Uhhhhhghhg!" she grunted.
Frank was fucking his cock in and out of her mouth harder. And then, suddenly, he pulled back, letting out a grunt while pressing against her skull even more with his fingers.
"Fuck!" he cried, snapping his head from side to side.
Kathy felt powerful jets of his jizz against the back of her tongue, against her cheeks, against her throat. It was bathing the insides of her mouth completely with that slimy fuck fluid.
Frank was cumming in her mouth! He had his cock down almost to her throat. She could feel the power of his body against hers as he shot and shot and shot! Again she tried pulling away from the big man at least to catch a breath of air. But he held her firmly, trapped in the throes of his powerful climax. She swallowed, feeling her stomach rumbling as the cum slicked down her throat. She felt the sticky globs, clinging to her throat. She could smell them in her nostrils. Kathy swallowed again and again as Frank dumped his load down her throat!
"Ohhh, that's real good, baby. That's real fuckin' good."
He pulled back, rubbing his slimy prickhead over her cum-smeared lips.
"You're killing me. . . "she choked.
Her words sounded funny. Kathy knew that steamy strings of cum were dripping from her chin. How hideous all this was!
"Man, oh man. That was one fuckin' good piece of head," Frank said, rocking back on his heels as he pulled his cock completely from Kathy's mouth. "My dick was burnin' up! I mean, it was really burnin' up when I shot off in her fuckin' mouth." He shook his head from side to side. "Thought I was gonna bust my insides out when I shot off in her throat."
"I got somethin' for her . . . somethin' that she should wear, considerin' she's such a good head," Jack said, turning around and walking to the wall.
Kathy was still spitting out the mixture of saliva and cum in her throat, feeling her head reeling from the pounding she'd just received.
"Hey, yeah, that's somethin' for the bitch. She should find that a real natural for a while," Frank said.
Jack was putting something on her head. A hat? She looked around her and suddenly found herself surrounded by bars! A cage! A heavy, iron cage! Kathy shuddered. She could smell the cold and rust of the iron surrounding her head as he tightened the collar around her neck, then pulled the iron band running from her skull, between her eyes, over her nose, and down against her chin. He was tightening this iron mask around her, fitting it to her small, slender throat.
"Nooooo. . . "she moaned.
The weight! She couldn't raise her head at all! The cold iron pressed against the back of her neck and head, forcing her to bend over even more. Frank, after having tucked his softening cock back into his Levi's, bent down and adjusted the rope around her wrists and ankles, tightening it while Jack finished tightening the screws to her head prison.
"How does that feel, baby?" Jack asked.
He struck the iron mask hard, the ringing making her head spin wildly. She gulped in large lungfuls of air, not believing any of this. Kathy felt as if she had somehow fallen back in time, back to the middle ages when men did this sort of thing for sport. Apparently, Frank, Jack and Big John were throwbacks to that era, torturing others just for the fun of it.
"Let's see how long she can handle it," Jack said, nodding to one corner of the cellar.
Frank and Jack talked for a moment, the younger stud clambering up some nearby stairs and returning shortly with three cans of beer. The men drank and watched silently as Kathy crouched obscenely in front of them.
Nothing happened. Nothing was going to happen she assumed after fifteen minutes had dragged by. They were letting her stand like that, her reddened asscheeks exposed, her cunt strangely hot and expectant, her mouth still tasting of that vile cum. They were enjoying her plight, watching her sway under the heavy weight pressing down against her neck and thighs.
Thirty minutes passed. Cramps were developing in her arms and legs. Kathy shook her head, the resulting movement nearly breaking her bones from the bobbing weight of that awful iron mask. Jack finished his beer first, tossing the empty can at the girl. It hit the mask, sending more ringing sounds echoing through her ears. She let out a gaspy scream, fighting down the desire to scream some more. No, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of having a ranting maniac on their hands. Surely she could preserve some measure of dignity even while suffering so cruelly, so hideously at their awful hands!
Jack became bored quickly.
"Come on. Let's see a little action from the bitch before we turn her back in."
"It's my turn, remember, man?" Big John said, stretching out one hand and holding back the others.
"Yeah, sure, Big John," Jack said, tilting his head to one side and shrugging.
"You're gonna find out why the girls run away from that mother, baby. He likes to fuck ass . . . I mean, he really digs it. You don't know what fuckin' is till you got his fat prick snakin' up your ass!"
Kathy quivered like a tightly drawn bow. Big John moved behind the girl, smoothing his hands over her lower back. He dropped his head, stuck out his tongue and began licking her asscheeks up and down. Kathy groaned, her flesh breaking out into goosepimples as the man's wet, sloppy tongue sloshed up and down in her asscrack. He was getting her shitter ready, sliding his lips and tongue over the wrinkled assflesh, then stiffening one finger and jamming it deep into her tight little asshole.
"Yeah, man, she's nice and hot back there. I dig fuckin' women's butts. I like havin' my cock rammin' down in there."
"Yeah, if you don't tear `em up first," Frank added.
Tear them up? Kathy wanted to tuck her ass away from the man in terror. But the mask weighted her down so much. She could hardly keep from falling to the floor. She heard the sound of his zipper opening, the shuffling sound of his jeans sliding down his legs. And then there was that hot touch, the touch of a cock rubbing up and down along the full length of her asscrack. She had an idea just from the touch of his cock why the others called him Big John. And he was going to stick that prick up her shitter?
Big John puffed behind her. Kathy waited, wondering how she would take so much prick-meat up her ass! She felt his strong fingers hooking around her hipbones while his knees pressed up against the backs of her legs. But Big John didn't slip his cock in her shitter yet.
His fingers were moving around her thighs, sliding down to her pussy, stroking along her puffy outer cuntlips. His touch was light, almost gentle. She began feeling that wet, dewy heat spreading to all parts of her body. Fuck juice seeped from her pussy. The feelings in her fuck zones were growing lewder under those caresses.
The fluttering in her cunt became more and more intense, more concentrated around her clit. That tiny little sex center was throbbing against his callused touch. He was squeezing her cuntlips together now, working them up against the pulsing little burning jewel, rubbing his palm against her whole swollen cunt mound.
"Man, she's ready for a fuckin' up the pussy. But I ain't goin' for that. Not right now," Big John said, swallowing hard. "I been watchin' this pretty little ass bouncin' up and down all this time. And I'm gonna split this little girl wide open with my dick right there. That's right, baby, gonna split you in two with my fat cock."
The words set off a fresh flow of cuntjuice that wet down her pussylips and thighs. Her head throbbed again from the heavy weight of the mask.
"Go for it, John. Yeah, come on, fuck the shit outta that butt," Jack encouraged.
Big John moved back, dropping his prick-head down against her shitterlips.
"Take it, bitch. You're nothin' but shit, and you're gonna feel me provin' it to you when I ram this mother down into your ass."
Kathy suddenly felt as if someone had taken a crowbar and pried open her ass. Her shitter ached, then burned with incredible pain as Big John sent his ten inches on its journey down into her gut. Her knees trembled, knocking wildly together. The pain in her asshole was so great she would have collapsed to the floor if he weren't holding her tightly around the hips. Big John only laughed at the girl's laments, keeping her in position while fucking his cock deeper and deeper into her shitter.
"No, stop! Oh no, no, you're. . . you're gonna kill meeeee!"
She pushed outward as if she were taking a shit in a wild attempt to keep his cock out. But John only shoved down harder, his cock finally winning in the end. Kathy screwed up her eyes, peering through the slits in the heavy iron mask at the two other men laughing at her distress. Neither her cries nor her pleas were having any effect.
Like a huge club, that fat cock squeezed between her asscheeks, driving the breath from her lungs, making her head spin under that awful mask as her torment continued.
Chapter Six
"God!" Kathy gasped.
"Oh man, man. It's good havin' the chick like this," Big John said, stopping his fucking journey for a moment. At least six inches of his prick still remained outside Kathy's split ass.
"You gonna drive it down all the way?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, sure. Got all fuckin' night. Still rainin' like hell outside. Ain't no one gonna come lookin' for these sluts for a long time. And she's gonna dig it, ain't you, baby? You're gonna dig havin' me fuckin' your in-sides out."
"No, no. . . uhhhh . .
Big John let go of her right hip, slipping one hand up to her tits. He began pinching the nip-ples hard, crushing them between his fingers. Kathy bawled miserably, her ass on fire both from that awful whipping and from the ass-fucking she was receiving now. Slowly, gradually, Big John was gradually shoving his cockmeat into her ass. Kathy tried bending down lower, tried spreading her knees a little farther. But the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the poles separating them held firm. Her muscles cramped to a painful degree. And still Big John kept fucking her, working his hips from one side to the other, shoving, relax-ing, then shoving down hard once more, always pinching her nipples.
Kathy couldn't help but cry in despair and pain. She felt something in her bowels kink then cramp against the intruding cock. The wide head of his prick seemed to go on forever. Kathy wept hot salty tears, the tears splashing against the iron mask around her. For a moment she wondered if that was how the iron had become so rusted. How many other young women had sobbed in this mask, their tears collecting on the metal until it had begun to rust?
"Uhhhhh. .
Her arms and legs cramped, then spasmed. She pitched forward once more, Big John holding her around the hips to keep her from falling. He fucked in a few more inches of his cock. Kathy thought her body was being destroyed right there. Surely she would never be able to function again in the normal way. And then the steady pressure eased once more. The girl took long, gaspy breaths, feeling a pleasurable relief wash over her.
That had to be all. Surely his prick must be in all the way. But Kathy couldn't feel the hairy overhang of his belly, couldn't -feel his crotch hairs rubbing up against her shitter. She moaned with horror. No, there was probably more cockmeat hanging from her asshole right now-pink, hard and jerking.
"Uhhh, all the way, baby, all the way in. I'm gonna shove this mother all the way in `til you think I'm gonna fuck your Goddamned mouth from the inside."
Kathy thought her belly would swell to the bursting point. The heat from the nerves in her violated shitter bounced off the nauseating, stuffed feeling in her stomach. Streamers of a weird kind of need exploded in her brain, in spite of the pain-or perhaps because of it-Kathy wanted more of that cock in her ass. Yes, she was now searching for more prickmeat to be squeezed into her asshole.
Back again. Her guts were pulling out as if attached to a powerful vacuum as John began tugging his cock back. Then forward, forward until he was rubbing his crotch up against the top swell of her buttocks. All the way in! His prick was all the way inside her now, his cockhead burning her belly while his prick stretched her bowels to the tearing point. Big John let her suffer there for a moment, slap-ping her injured asscheeks, pinching her ass while letting his cock throb against her bowels.
"Like it, honey? Man, she digs it, digs havin' an ass-fuck."
"Yeah, this little bitch can't get enough prickmeat," Jack agreed, rubbing his cock again. "She's cock happy, man. A regular nympho. She keeps cryin' about how she don't want it, then sucks it up."
"Yeah, talk about suckin'," Frank said, closing his eyes and smiling at the memory of Kathy's mouth around his cock. "She has one hell of a pair of sweet lips. She knows how to milk `em around a dude's cock."
Big John laughed, then started fucking her ass in earnest. He had stamina, fucking back and forth, back and forth, gradually speeding up his strokes until Kathy thought her ass would catch fire from the friction. The length of his fucking strokes grew while all the time he was moving his hands along her ass and cunt, stroking her pussylips, then pinching her reddened flesh until the girl squealed in pain.
"Uhhhhh. . ."
Her face was growing hot and flushed, perspiration dripping on that mask restraining her head movements. The stretched ring of her shitter threatened to rip loose from her ass. The girl panted, her mind going blank once more. Kathy panicked. She knew what that meant-a complete loss of control. Oh, she was such a slut, such a bad girl to enjoy something like this. Ass-fucking wasn't even mentioned at school, let alone at home. Now it was happening to her. She could hear the wet, heavy slap of his flat belly against her asscheeks while his knees pressed hard into heis. She tugged up on the ropes holding her in a doubled-over position, feeling the vulgar thrills in her ass radiating to all parts of her body. Oh, how she wanted it all to happen at once-the pain in her ass, the juicy sliding of her cuntlips, the reaming sensation of that cock through her bowels, all of it. She wanted to explode in ecstasy while Big John fucked her wildly.
Big John let out a loud grunt, fucking his cock deep into her ass. Kathy thought she could feel her shitter lining tearing. His prick smashed into her like a crashing jet plane. She screamed, her cries bouncing off the rusty iron surrounding her head. There was an avalanche of lusty fire in her ass as thick, spurting masses of his cum firehosed into her ass.
"Fuck! Fuck that bitch! I'm cummin'," Big John groaned, his Adam's apple bobbing furiously in his tightened throat.
"Go for it, man, go for it!" Frank en-couraged, jerking himself off through his pants.
For one mad minute, the girl felt her asshole wringing at his prick. She convulsed, her doubled body jerking back against his body. Her tits were mashed under his hands, and her face was turning red and sweating heavily against the encasing iron mask. Kathy felt her cunt starting to milk, starting to flutter in pre-orgasmic chills. She was starting to climax, and there was nothing in her cunt to rub up against those hot, itchy walls!
"No, noooo!" she gasped.
"She's doin' it, man," Frank cried excited-ly, his eyes wide with lust. "She's cummin', and she don't even have a dick in `er pussy!"
The hot jolts in her ass and cunt amplified one another. Again and again the girl drew back against Big John, feeling his cum shooting into her ass, filling her up while the others watched and panted heavily.
"Uhhhh.. ." she groaned.
And then it was over. Kathy ground her teeth, silently cursing those horrible men and what they were doing to her. Her body sagged heavily forward, pulling against Big John's restraining arms. She moaned, feeling him tug-ging out of her shitter. Her overloaded brain exploded again and again as she felt the greasy outsliding prick pause for a second, then con-tinue its trip backward.
She wanted that prick in her until her cunt stopped its awful fluttering. But Big John had grown tired of her quickly. He kept on sliding out, bracing his hands on either side of her ass for support. Kathy straightened her arms as best as she could, her toes curling against the cold floor. She had never felt so deserted, so degraded in all her life. They had bound her savagely, had tortured her, then fucked her in the mouth and in the ass. There had been no mercy shown her.
A bubble of air escaped from her cunt. Big John's cum oozed from her stretched asshole as his wide flaring prickhead popped free of the tight muscled ass-ring. She shivered, clos-ing her eyes in defeat. What a horrible thing she had been forced to endure.
"Take the slut back to her sister," Jack ordered, pulling his zipper up.
"Yeah, we been busy with her too," Frank said, winking at Kathy.
Jan! She had nearly forgotten her sister. How could she have been thinking solely of herself while her sister might be suffering even more than she? Her mind lifted from its pre-sent plight to her sister. Patiently Kathy waited as Jack unscrewed the collar of the iron mask around her head, pulling it slowly from her neck. Next came the ropes binding her wrists and ankles together and to those rods separating her legs. When they pulled her upright, the girl flinched, her muscles now unused to a normal standing position. She asked for something to cover herself with. But of course the men only laughed at her request, slapping her thighs, then shoving her roughly across the room to one door at the far end.
"Your sister wasn't too cooperative," Jack said, walking closely behind her. "She put on one hell of a fight-more of one than you did."
"Yeah, but Jack took care of her. He didn't disappear just for a beer. He can fuck a girl and get back real soon. That's ol' Jack," Frank said with obvious admiration in his voice.
Fuck? How long had Frank been gone from that awful room? Had he . . . had he fucked his sister? They walked back down that long corridor to the room where she and Jan had been imprisoned.
"Inside!" Jack ordered.
The door opened with a heavy creak and Jack pushed her inside. The lights were on now, revealing a drab stone room with a slimy flagstone floor. At first Kathy couldn't see her sister. Perhaps they had taken her to another room and were visiting the same kind of torments on her as she had suffered. Then her eyes raised, and she saw her sister bound in the most grotesque position!
"Jan!"
Jan was standing directly under a pulley attached with double bolts to the ceiling. She had been stripped naked, the long red marks on her arms and thighs revealing she had put up quite a fight.
"You like what you see?" Jack asked.
"It's . . . awful!"
Kathy wrinkled up her forehead, feeling her heart contract in fear and sympathy for her sister. A broad band around her right wrist was fastened to the pulley rope. It had been tightened until the strapped teen stood on her toes. Jan looked back at her sister with terror in her eyes. However, she managed a weak smile.
"Now, for you to make sure you don't have any ideas about freeing your sister . ." Jack said, grinning at his friends."
Jack wasted no time in backing Kathy against the wall, locking a metal collar, which had been screwed into the stones, tightly about her neck. Kathy couldn't take one step for-ward. This was worse than being bound hand and foot, worse than having that iron hood screwed about her neck. She had to stand there with her spine straight and facing her punished sister as she wobbled on her toes.
"She tried clawin' my damned face off," Jack said, scratching his stubbly. chin, then pushing a shock of his long black hair from his eyes. "I don't cotton to no bitch fightin' back like that. So I thought I'd rope the little fucker."
"Ohhh, Kathy. . ." Jan moaned.
"Scream," Kathy said. "I think it helps. Please, Jan."
The brunette tossed her head angrily. Even this small movement made her nude body start turning on the rope. With a good deal of effort Jan stopped her twisting about and the resulting painful body movement. Jack moved around to a small winch to one side and started turning it. There were groans and squeaks, sounds that reminded Kathy of that horrid rack on which she was stretched, branded and fucked. She shivered at the memory, her cunt muscles convulsing and buckling down on thin air. Kathy hoped no one would notice her reac-tion. No one did.
Jan's bones cracked from the weight of her own dangling body. Kathy watched in shocked fascination as the bound girl rose higher and higher on her toes. Slowly she was raised above the floor, suspended by that one wrist, Kathy thought she could see her sister's fingers turning blue from the tension of the restraint hauling her up off the floor.
"Oh, don't . . . don't do this to my sister," Kathy pleaded, her forehead wrinkled with concern.
"So, you've got other feelings, eh, baby?
You don't think about fuckin' all the time?"
"Please!"
"I'll leave this cunt hangin' here all fuckin' night if I want," Jack insisted, giving the winch another hard crank.
"Please, not all night!" Kathy pleaded.
Kathy looked up again. In a moment she understood why the wristband was broad. Rope would have cut the skin and completely cut the circulation. The wide leather would carry the weight of her sister without perma-nent injury, but with a good deal of pain.
"Uhhhh. . ."
Jack secured the winch, then attached and anklet tightly around Jan's right ankle, secur-ing a matching one around the girl's left wrist. Laughing quietly, he raised, then bent back the young victim's leg, fastening the two bands together with a single link.
"Uhhh. . . you're. . . oh God, it's hurt-ing me so much!" Jan complained, her red face pinched with discomfort.
"Please, don't do that to her!" Kathy cried, putting both hands together in prayer fashion and turning to Frank.
"You wanna be in her place?"
His answer silenced the blonde. Biting her lip, she watched now quietly as her sister hung from her one wrist. Her other hand and its op-posite ankle were joined at mid-back. Her left foot hung down uselessly, completely without any support. Jan groaned again, her teeth set tightly against one another in a hellish grin of pain.
"Oh, no more, no more!" Jan groaned as Jack produced a cone of wood.
"Yeah, man, that's just about all she can take right now," Big John said.
It had broad base tapering to a rounded point about two inches in diameter. Bending down, he shoved it under the naked foot that remained the only part of the hanging girl not bound with something. The cone was high enough so the foot could find a resting place on its rounded point when Jan needed to. Kathy saw that to put any real weight on the triangle might well be more painful than to hang by the wrist without any support. It was a terrible choice her sister would have to make.
"Not bad," Frank said, folding his arms over his broad chest and studying his buddy's handiwork.
"Yeah, this ought to keep the little bitch in order. She'll be a lot better to manage once she gets used to this," Jack said.
"I'll fuck her ass too. Gonna fuck ass, baby, just really fuck your ass red when you come down from there," Big John said, laughing cruelly at the wincing brunette teen.
"Gonna leave you for a while, baby. You both can have a while together. Girl talk and all that shit. We'll be back when you've had a chance to get used to your. . . uh, new posi-tions."
In a second they were gone. The door closed with a dull thud, the bolt shooting home with a chilling shot-like sound. The suspended teen turned slowly on her rope. Gradually Jan slowed until she hung facing her sister.
It was so horrible. Kathy looked at the awkwardly bent-over figure with growing anguish. Her sister, her own flesh and blood `was being tormented this way right in front of her. Kathy lowered her eyes, not being able to watch the girl crying like that. Tears fell from jan's cheeks, dribbling down onto her chin as the pain became more and more intense in her arms and legs.
"Uhhh. . . oh, Kathy, it hurts. . . uhhhhh hurts so much!"
Kathy tore at her chains. It was a simple ex-pression of her frustration without hope. She wanted to rush to her sister and pull her down. But she couldn't even move one inch from the cold wall behind her.
"How . . . how bad does it hurt, Jan?" Kathy finally managed to stammer.
"Uhhh . . . I don't know," Jan answered after some time passed. "My shoulder and hand feel like they're burning. When are they going to cut me down? You think they're gon-na leave me here like this all night?" Jan groaned, her head shaking violently from side to side, her long brown hair splashing over her pulled-flat tits. "I don't think I can stand it all night!"
You can stand it, Kathy thought to herself, remembering how she had thought she would die when the men had fucked and beat her. She had survived even when she thought her body was going to split in two. The pain and the ter-ror had produced a kind of callousness in her in spite of some compassion she felt for her tortured sister. She knew Jan would survive this and would perhaps even secretly revel in her helplessness and pain later on.
Minutes turned into hours. Still Jack and his buddies hadn't returned. Jan groaned more loudly, no longer able to talk. Kathy's heart broke with pity. She began screaming for help. In a moment the door opened and Jack step-ped into the room, Frank and Big John behind him.
"What the fuck's goin' on in here? The wall fallin' in or somethin'?"
"You can't leave her like that. Please', oh please let her down!"
Jack smiled and shook his head.
"Sure, but at a price," he said, narrowing his eyes. Kathy knew the price would be high.
Chapter Seven
Jack moved to the winch, unlocking it and slowly turning the handle in a counter-clockwise movement. The gears groaned. Jan slowly descended to the floor. In a moment she was sitting in a twisted position on the floor. Her arms and legs were still bound and held in that grotesque position while her face reflected the agony throbbing through her body. Tears streamed down her face.
"Maybe we should call Big John in here to ass-fuck this one. That'd take care of her for a while. She'd be dreamin' about that cock up her shitter for the next few months," Jack laughed.
"No, no!"
"That's really, noble, bitch. Worryin' about your sister like that," Frank said, scratching his balls as he stared at the brunette on the floor.
"Come on, let's show the little bitch what her sister had to put up with," Jack said after a pause, nudging his buddy with one hand.
"Yeah . .
"No, no!"
Kathy watched dumbly as they freed her from the leather collar, dragging her pro-testing from the wall to the pulley above her sister. Jack kicked the moaning Jan hard in the ribs, his booted toe bruising her flesh as she rolled onto her belly. Jan shook the hair from her eyes, twisting her head around to watch as the men grabbed her right wrist and tightly buckled the broad leather wristlet on it. They shoved her forward until her head was directly under the pulley. Jack was back at the winch, turning the handle around and around until her arm was stretched so high she was standing on her toes. Frank was moving behind her now, jerking her left foot up, then grabbing her other hand and fastening the two together.
Kathy grimaced, a cramping pain starting in her hamstrings and throbbing through to her thighs and belly. She let out a gaspy sigh of pain. It was a degrading pose they had trussed her in. A second later her toes left the floor, her wrist and shoulder feeling as though they would be torn from their sockets. Jan sobbed out for mercy, Kathy slowly twisting slowly like a condemned prisoner on the gallows. Kathy cried with pain and shock. She looked down and saw that cone shoved in position. With some effort her foot found it. The blonde teen tried to ease her weight and the resulting pain pulsing through her shoulders. But no matter how she moved her foot around, the pain soon became too great to stand. In the end her foot fell away, dangling to one side.
No one said a word. Kathy wanted to keep her face looking somewhat composed and her voice unbroken. Jan seemed too a shamed to say a word. Silently Jan blinked away the tears, shaking the hair trom her eyes and still watching her sister twisting there before her.
"Should leave the bitch here all night. That'd be a lesson for turnin' on every time we fuck the shit out of her," Frank said, reaching up and rubbing the backs of his fingers over her nipples.
Kathy let out another cry, snapping her head back and clenching shut her eyes. The touch of the man's hairy fingers against her tit nubs sent conflicting sensations of chilly heat rushing into her cunt.
"Man, she's hot even now. Too bad we can't fuck her like that," Jack said, scratching his chin thoughtfully as he watched her juice seeping down her thighs.
"You know, your sister's so hot she nearly fried our dicks!" Frank said to Jan.
Jan turned her head away, blushing furiously.
"She ain't like you, kickin' and bitin' and scratchin' to keep her cunt clean. Man, she drops down to the floor and kicks `em high when she sees a guy unzippin'," Frank added, laughing cruelly at his poor joke.
Kathy ignored the taunts, concentrating on the pulling agony growing worse and worse. She thought they might really leave her hang-ing there in the cellar until her arms pulled from their sockets. Compared to what they'd done to her before, that would be in character.
Minutes passed as the men swatted her light-ly on the asscheeks, feeling her pussy, pinching her ass, even jamming a finger or two into her shitter and watching her face grow slack with the invasion. Jan kept shaking her head, say-ing words of soft encouragement while her sister dangled there helplessly in front of her tormentors.
"Haul her down."
Jack's order was followed quickly. Just as Kathy's moans had finally turned to animal cries of pain, Frank unlocked the winch and slowly lowered her to the floor. Jan sighed, dropping her head. Kathy let out a little scream as she fell to the floor, her arms and legs still roped together in that awful position.
"Man, I'm hot for that little brunette bitch. Come on, man, can't we fuck `er?" Frank said, scratching the big bulge in the front of his pants.
"No, don't touch me, you . . . you filthy things . . . don't touch me!" Jan screamed, rolling back on her ass and crawfishing away from them as best she could. But having one foot tied back to her wrist made it difficult for the girl to move in any direction. Her awkward sliding made the guys laugh again. But the smile faded quickly from Frank as he watched her cunt open and close like a set of feathery soft clam shells every time she moved.
"She don't like you, Frank. Best way to take care of her is break `er in . . . kinda like the way we broke in the blonde bitch, under-stand?" Jack said.
Kathy felt a chill of horror race up and down her spine. In a flash she remembered the rack. She remembered the cold splintery wood, the touch of the ropes, of the leather thongs holding her ankles and wrists down tight. And then there was that stretching, that awful pulling that nearly pulled her bones from their sockets. All the while Jack had molested her, touched her where no man had ever touched her before. That awful poker! Even now, she shivered as she remembered feeling it ripping through her cherry. Then there was all that heat, the terrible warmth that singed her hairs, burned her flesh. Would her sister have to endure the same thing?
It appeared she would not-she would have to endure other terrors. Jack and Frank let the girl keep crawling back while they pulled out a terrible-looking device from the wall. It was a stand, having a broad square base with a four-foot chrome pole sticking up from the center. Attached to the top of this pole was something that looked like a prick! It was at least eight in-ches long and maybe one and one-half inches thick. A pasty white color, the thing reminded Kathy of the massive cocks hanging from Frank's and Jack's crotches. Blinking the tears from her eyes once more, the blonde teen saw there were stirrup-like holders at the bottom of the pole, small thongs dangling from the edges. In a flash the girl had an idea of what the men were going to do to her sister. She would be raped as Kathy had been-by an in-animate prick, by a hard iron pole that would tear away her cherry.
"No, no, leave me alone, leave me . . . alone!" Jan screamed.
Jack and Frank scooped her up from the floor, hauling her roped, twisting body over to the awful-looking device. Kathy's cries mixed with those of her sister as the men paused in front of the thing. The brunette's eyes widened as she rolled them down and took in the terri-ble cock sticking up in front of her. Her tits flattened against her chest as she arched her spine back, screaming and twisting while try-ing to kick her legs back against Jack.
"Let's get her legs free on this thing now," Jack suggested. -
Frank grunted, holding Jan tightly while Jack untied her wrists and ankles, moving quickly to bind her hands together while leav-ing her legs free. Jan snapped her head from left to right, her long hair whipping over her face, then tangling around her throat. Her muscles and tendons bulged against her flesh as Frank slipped his right arm around her left leg, gripping her hard around the left thigh with his other hand. Jack steadied her other leg, pushing his head back as the girl frantical-ly clawed her bound hands against his chest. They were lifting her again, moving her cunt over the big fat prong sticking up from the stand. Kathy watched in mute horror, her arms tensing against her own bonds while Frank laughed hard at the screaming brunette above him.
"No, no, no!" Jan screamed at the top of her lungs. "You can't . . . oh, Kathy, help me, help. . . oh God, they're gonna do it! They're gonna. . . ughghhghhhh!".
Frank and Jack lowered the screeching girl slowly onto the artificial prick, spreading her legs wide apart as if she were a wishbone. They paused every few every few seconds and asked if she wanted to have somethjng in her cunt now. A cock. A nice thick, hot cock seconds, letting the girl drink in every inch of her horror and pain. Jan straightened her spine, her teeth chattering at the first touch of that latex cock. Then Frank bent his knees, pushing the girl down onto the big dildo.
Kathy felt her cuntlips start to quiver against one another. As horrid as it sounded, the girl envied her sister somewhat. In spite of all the torment, Kathy squeezing into her pussy, spreading her itchy cunt walls apart while a man held her pinned to the floor. Yes, it would feel so good. And there was her sister, having two men holding her, their hands roaming over her body. And she was being settled over that long, fat cock. What would it feel like having the long steel pole rodding her body? How much could she take before that thing hit bottom?
"Eaghghghghghhh!" Jan's shrill cry snap-ped Kathy back to the present.
Kathy watched as Jan's legs kicked out like those of a frog. Frank and Jack held her as tightly as they could. At least two inches of that dildo had already split the girl in two! Jan's head was all the way back, her ribs standing out distinctly against her flesh. Her tits heaved mightily while the veins stood out well from her throat. She was making strangl-ing, guttural sounds as they lucked her with that awful pole.
"Eaghghghhhhh!"
"Got it, man, I think I hit bottom-her fuckin' cherry," Frank said, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Yeah, come on, let's ram her down home now," Jack suggested.
"Noooooo!" Jan wailed.
Kathy watched as their arms tightened around her sister's legs and thighs. Jan was screaming loudly now, her face contorted in pain and fear. There was another moment's pause. And then Frank and Jack shoved the young teen down hard against the dildo. Kathy could almost feel that tearing sensation, that ripping feeling as the cherry snapped under all that pressure. Jan's cries shrilled past soprano, her body shaking mightily as they screwed her down two more inches onto the dildo
"Ohhhhhh . .
A pink froth coated the pole. The men held her firmly there for several moments, twisting her around a little, laughing softly as the girl cried out in pain.
"Man, she's into it, just like her sis," Jack said derisively.
"Let's fuck the bitch with this mother. Then maybe I can fuck her ass or somethin'," Frank suggested, tightening his grip once more on her leg.
"Oh God, what've you done to me?" Jan wailed, her eyes blinded with tears.
They started moving her up and down on that big pole. Every time they lowered Jan, her spine curled back, her head snapping up. She stared out with wide, shocked yes, the blunt -nosed dildo fucking harder and deeper up her violated pussy. In a moment the flats of her feet were slapping against the stand. Kathy could see that nearly all the dildo was fucking up into her sister. The up and down movements became more and more rapid while Frank and Jack stopped their joking and concentrated on this grotesque fucking. Her sister was being split open, the dildo disap-pearing into her body with every downward thrust, her legs bending slightly at the knees when her feet slapped hard against the floor. And, all the while, how Kathy's clit burned!
She watched Jan, watched how the men split her body again and again with that dildo and wished she were riding high on that thing.
Kathy tried rubbing her thighs together in her awkward bound position to take care of her itchy clit. But the ropes and leather cuffs prevented her from doing much. it was a kind of torment for her, watching this fucking and turning onto it. And nothing could be done to ease the pressure building between her white, shivery thighs.
Frank and Jack were growing tired of ihe game. Their fucking slowed, then finally slop-ped. Jan's head rolled forward, her breathing shallow and gaspy. Had Jan turned onto this fucking? Kathy cocked her head to one side, pricking her ears, trying to catch a moan, a sigh. But the men started laughing and talking, blocking out the sounds her sister was making.
"She's had enough of this shit. How about some of the real stuff?" Frank suggested.
"Get `er."
The fucking was fast and brutal. Still keep-ing her hands tied behind her back, Frank lifted her off the dildo himself, carrying her to a small mat near the wall and throwing her down hard. Jan let out a groan, her eyes open-ing just in time to see Frank drop his pants and expose his long, cherry-red cock.
"Oh!" Jan gasped.
Kathy watched with interest as the man threw himself onto her sister, kissing her brutally, sucking hard at her neck while his knees pushed forward against Jan's. The girl screamed out against her attack, shifting her shoulders against the floor while kicking her legs out. But there could be no help for her. In a moment Frank was moaning, telling his bud-dies about how hot and wet and tight she was inside as he fucked her full of his prick.
"Man, oh man, she's goin' for it. I can feel `er cunt grabbin' up my cock," Frank moaned against the side of her neck.
Kathy was going crazy, feeling dizzy as the hot itchiness around her pussy was getting more and more intense. She could hardly think straight. She rested there helpless, watching that stud ream out her sister. And oh how she wanted to feel something spreading her pussy-lips apart, a hard prick fucking her!
Frank let out a bestial grunt, his body shak-ing as if he were having an epileptic fit. He was cumming, shooting his load into Jan. Kathy heard the girl groaning, then crying out. It was a greedy cry, the same kind of shout Kathy had made when Jack had fucked her. Yes, they were sisters allright. They were cut from the same cloth. They could protest and cry against their tormentors, but when it came to the bot-tom line, both of them were excited when their pussies were fucked good and hard.
"I been watchin' you watchin' your sister. Seems you dig it. Hey, Frank, you got enough in you to take care of this little slut too?" Jack called, nudging Kathy with one foot.
"Man, this little shit drained me. I could feel her pussy milkin' at my dick even before I shoved it all the way in. She's a real slut, man," Frank said, still on top of the groaning brunette.
"Gotta take care of you myself, then," Jack said, a smile crossing his thin lips.
Kathy waited in fearful and yet eager an-ticipation for the fuck. She watched as he bent down, unbuckling the cuffs holding her arm and leg together. In a moment she was free, flat on her back, the cold floor biting her ass and shoulders.
"Hey, man, what the fuck's goin' on in here? Fuck, you could hear the screams all the way down the fuckin' hall."
It was Big John, his cock sticking straight out of his halved pants. Jack's lips twisted into an even broader smile. Kathy looked up and immediately her shitter clamped shut. She remembered the fucking, the horrid feeling of her asshole about to tear as that big-pricked stud had reamed out her shitter.
"Come on, man, Frank's taken care of that bitch over there. How about fuckin' this one in the pussy while I take care of her butt?" Jack said. "Yeahhhh . . ."
Kathy couldn't even speak, her excitement and fear were so great. She rested there dumbly as the men stripped, then wedged themselves down on either side of her body. Big John rolled on top of her first while Jack edged up behind. She moaned, her chest tightening, her throat growing hot and dry as she felt the two cocks probing their way over her body. She felt Big John's prick pushing its way into her silky-haired crotch. Pushing up with her hips, Kathy felt him jabbing his fat-headed cock against her cuntlips. They were clenched tightly together, muscles cramping with excitement. The crack where her pussylips met was seeping with frothy bubbles of pussy oil. Big John opened her legs with his knees. He bit her neck, then moved his head around until his lips glued onto hers. She moaned into his spitty mouth, feeling his tongue spearing into her throat. Bubbles of spit trickled down her cheeks and chin as that prickhead rubbed back and forth against her jagged pussy crack.
In a second she felt Big John's prick jabbing her fat cuntlips apart. The swollen pussylips unstuck and were peeled back by the force of that red, bulbous cockhead. Kathy sucked in her breath as she felt that thick hunk of prick fuck into her cunt. Her pussy tingled and itch-ed along its full length, the seepy walls buckl-ing around the invading prick. How good it felt, those pink, wet tissues wiggling together. Inch by inch, they were forced aside as Big John stretched them with his wide cockshaft.
"Go for it, bitch, just like your sister over there," Jack moaned in one ear. "Uhhhhh . .
Kathy's moan sent chills over the men's bodies and made their cocks throb. How tight-ly her cunt fitted around the broad, hairy base of Big John's cock. Just as he'd fucked her in the ass, the stud fucked his prick all the way in-to her. Inside her pussy, Kathy felt those sen-sitive, slippery tissues stretching apart to take in the throbbing ten inches of Big John's cockshaft.
It was a lie. Kathy knew no one was killing anyone-at least yet. How she loved it! How her cunt gobbled up that cockmeat in spite of. herself. How much more of this could she en-dure? Smiling inwardly, Kathy thought she knew the answer.
Chapter Eight
"Ohhhhhh . .
"Get it in all the way, man, shove it to her till she croaks!" Jack shouted.
At the top of her split cuntlips the girl's stiff clit was throbbing. When Big John came to the end of his stroke, the hairs on his groin ground into the nerve-rich nub. Kathy came unglued, her body shivering and trembling with unspeakable delight while her cunt sheath curl-ed even more tightly around John's prick. The nippled ends of her tits exploded into wild sen-sations of ecstasy, stabbing down against the stud's chest.
"Fuck `er good."
Jack was snuggling up against her, rolling the girl up somewhat from the floor, then scooting his naked body under her. Im-mediately Kathy felt the hot, slick pressure of his prick against her asscheeks. She knew what was going to happen. She knew he was going to fuck her ass, fuck his prick into her shitter the way Big John had done hours ago. But all she could do was hunch her thighs up, keeping her pussy tilted down while the stud made her clit shiver and explode again and again with delight.
Jack was reaching down now, his hands cupping her asscheeks. Kathy let out a groan, feeling his warm fingers pressing into her ass. She could feel the crack spreading, feel her asshole exposed to the air. There was more shuffling under her. Then Kathy felt something very hot pressing up against her asshole. Once again she was going to get ass-fucked. But this time there was a cock in her pussy, reaming her out as well.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Kathy squealed as she felt the fleshy cheeks of her ass being split once more by a hard cock. That awful ache was back again, making her knees rattle. "No, don't!"
"Shut up!" Jack groaned from behind her.
"You want to swing all the way, baby. Don't tell me any different. The more things we do to you, the more you dig it. So keep that yap uhhhhhh. . . shut while we get down and fuck the shit outta you." "Can't take it, can't . .
Kathy's mind was going blank with pain as Jack began working his cock in a slow, grind-ing motion. Fuck juice lubed the head of his prick well as he pushed into her wrinkly asshole. Kathy felt her bowels churning around while her belly tightened and cramped. Big John hesitated for a moment, then began hammering his prick hard against her clit. Im-mediately Kathy felt her cunt go into spasms, her clit sparking like a Fourth of July sparkler. She threw her head back, nearly forgetting about the painful intrusion in her ass.
"Uhhhhh!"
Jack was gripping her shoulders for sup-port, hunching up, squirming more under her body as he worked an inch of his prick into her asshole. His cock slipped farther and farther between her soft, spread asscheeks. Soon the head of his cock popped through the tense rub-bery ring of her asshole.
Kathy pleaded and begged as she felt that prick fucking insistently into her tight little asshole. How it hurt! Yet Big John was fuck-ing her harder and harder, taking away the blinding pain from her shitter.
"She's loosenin' up . . . uhhhh . . . yeah, loosenin' up finally. Christ, she's a hot little fuckin' bitch," Jack moaned.
Kathy gasped, sweat streaking her violated body as she sucked in ragged, choked breaths. Suddenly the girl felt her ass-ring giving way, loosening up completely. The pain was gone. Jack grunted in triumph, his fingers curling tightly around her narrow shoulders and press-ing down. His prick slipped all the way in. Kathy felt her body penetrated by two hard cocks, two of them! It was as if someone had shoved a giant spear all the way through her gut. The stiff hardness, the added heat inside her made the girl shiver and jerk like a speared fish against the two men. She was surrounded by men, penetrated by those two cocks. The girl threw away years of moral training, giving herself completely over to the wild feelings coursing through her veins.
"Uhhhhh!"
She found herself pinned against Big John's hairy chest. Frantically she began hunching in sharp, jerky movements against the grunting stud. She groaned in pleasure as she felt him shoving back, splitting her cunt again and again with his hefty cockmeat.
"Baby, baby," Big John said, sucking at her mouth once more.
He was twisting his ass around, moving his cock inside the tight-fitting lips of' her fat pussy. Kathy could feel his balls drawing up against her. She thought about how full of hot jizz his balls were and began fucking her hips back and forth, back and forth, screwing her tormented body onto those two pricks.
"Hot pussy, man. Christ, she's hot no mat-ter where the hell I fuck `er," Big John groan-ed, fucking his cockmeat hard into her cunt.
"Yeah, I can tell why you liked fuckin' her butt. She's goin' nuts back here, pumping them cheeks up against my prick! Man, it's like she's got a second pussy in her shitter. You feel things back here like you do up there in your Goddamned cunt, slut?"
Kathy couldn't answer even if she wanted to. Panting, her mind blanking from sexual arousal, the girl wanted to feel those cocks tearing her apart. She wanted to feel the hot cum burning into her body, scalding her ass and pussy like hot lava. How she wanted it!
Big John locked his mouth down onto hers and nearly choked her throat with his tongue. Spit ran down in streams as they sucked and tongued one another. Kathy had no shame.at this point she couldn't lie to them, couldn't pretend she was a disinterested victim. She felt her throat start to throb in time to her clit and shitter. Her body was consumed with fire, hunching back and forth, going out of control, fucking and getting fucked.
"Huhhhhhrrr! Huhhhhhrrrr!" she growled in passion.
"Man, gonna do it, gonna do it now!" Big John groaned.
"Yeah, dump it in the bitch, man, fuck her cunt off!" Jack cried back.
Gripping her around the waist, Jack fucked his prick all the way into her asshole and held it there. The girl screamed into Big John's mouth. She could feel Jack's prick squirming and jerking deep inside her body as if his cock were a small, frightened animal. And then Big John shot off, his cock sending wads of his hot cum burning into her cunt walls.
Kathy tore her lips from his mouth and let out a wail of despair mixed with pleasure. She felt the throbbing waves of climax starting in her pussy. The walls of her cunt shook, clutch-ed, then grabbed hard onto Big John's fucking prick. The pulsing grew stronger, more violent until she knew she was going to cum hard and fast. Her tongue shoved back into his throat while she dug her nails into her ass.
Big John's cum started shooting harder, burning down the tube of his prick like flam-ing oil. His streaming load jetted out, spattering into the burning heat of Kathy's pussy. The young teen felt herself losing control even more than before, She was going mad, insane with the wild delight of being fucked by two men. The tremendous spasms that roared through her pussy sent her floating away. She moaned and screamed, wriggling between the two hard-muscled, hairy bodies. Her clit jerk-ed in time to the pulsing of the pricks sending cum shooting into her body. Her mouth and ear were being sucked and tongued while her cunt muscles grabbed again and again at Big John's prick. And behind her she could feel her asshole getting all wet and greasy from Jack's spurting cum. Yes, he was dumping his load in her ass., the second time that day she had been fucked back there. Wildly the girl pumped her ass back and forth, squeezing every muscle in her body as hard as she could. Fucked. Really fucked. That's what they said she and her sister would be. And it was true! Both she and Jan had experienced more in the past few hours than most women did in years of living. She sighed heavily, feeling her body sink into the floor. She was exhausted, drained from the torture, from the agony of watching her sister raped and beaten, from the delight of being double-fucked.
"Man, oh man. . ."
They rested there, a tangle of arms and legs, for several minutes. Jack finally pulled free, bracing his palms against Kathy's back and pulling his prick from her shitter. The girl moaned, hunching her ass back slightly, still feeling the dying throbs of Big John's prick in her cunt.
"Good, fuckin' good," Big John murmured. "Yeahhh, love fuckin' that ass. We gotta try this again soon," Jack said, wiping his prickhead off on the girl's asscheeks, smearing shit and cum.
They pulled from her body, leaving her panting on the floor like a beaten, exhausted animal. Cum leaked from both fuck-holes. Frank had long since pulled up from Jan, hav-ing untied her. Blinking her eyes, Kathy realiz-ed her sister had been a witness to her double-fuck. Jan was biting her pouting lower lip, the long red scratches on her thighs and arms a sign of her own fuck.
"Oh, Kathy. . ." Jan started to say.
"Aw, ain't that sweet," Frank said with mockery heavy in his voice.
"Yeah, sounds like they're gonna cry or somethin'. Too bad about the fuckin', baby. But we can't keep fuckin' you all damned night. You two get back in the damned cell. We'll deal with you later," Jack said.
Frank and Big John hitched up their Levi's, tucking in their shirts, then shoving the beaten, defeated girls down the corridor back to their hovel. Kathy kept her head down, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. She felt like the most wretched creature on earth. She thought about what had happened, about how the men had treated her and Jan. She thought about the ropes, about the cuffs, about the fucking, and, to her amazement, she found herself weakly smiling.
"Inside!" Big John snapped.
Frank shoved Kathy forward so hard she stumbled, one leg twisting around the other. Pitching forward, she landed on the flats of her hands, her elbows hurting from the sudden fall. Her knees scraped painfully on the flagstone floor. There was another pounding sound behind her. Jan had been shoved down as well, her head striking the damp, slick stones. The sharp sound of the door slamming hard made both girls jump.
"Oh, Kathy, what's happening to us?" Jan finally sobbed, pushing herself up from the floor and peering through her scraggly brown hair at her sister.
"What do you mean?"
Jan shook her head, lowering her eyes for a moment, then staring back at her sister.
"I saw you. . . I saw you enjoying what was happening to you.. . those men."
Jan couldn't go on any further. For the first time since her ordeal had begun, Kathy felt something like shame and guilt pass through her.
"And then there was me," Jan resumed, her voice quieter, but still trembling. "1 . . . 1 fought those men, but . . . I liked what was happening later on. 1 liked it, Kathy, I liked it!''
Jan stared at her sister after the confession, her hands on her burning cheeks. Tears streamed down from her eyes, streaking her face as she stared with confusion and guilt at Kathy.
"1 don't know what's happening either, Jan. I only know we don't have a choice in any of this," Kathy said, trying to keep her mind off the right and wrong of this situation. She couldn't think of her mother and father. She couldn't think of her home, of her bed, of the secure times she squeezed down between the blankets, drawing them over her head and feel-ing there was nothing in the world that could touch her.
"That doesn't help . . . it just doesn't," the brunette moaned, shaking her head and cover-ing her eyes with both hands. "They tied me up and then . . . then raped me with that. . ." She couldn't go on for a moment, her voice choked with the horror of the memory. "And then. . . and then, when they tore my cherry away, they almost split me in two with that . . . thing, Kathy." She paused, staring hard at her sister. "I liked that! I started liking that, and I liked it even more when they fucked me with it."
"Don't think about it."
Kathy skittered over to her sister, gathering her up in her arms and drawing her close.
"We can't think about it. They'll find us soon and get us out."
"I don't think I can face daddy after all this," Jan sobbed, shaking her head from side to side. "I keep seeing myself. And what's worse, I keep feeling those men on top of me! Oh Kathy, I'm so scared. I don't know what I'm going to do!"
"It's okay, okay." -
Kathy held Jan tightly. Her sister's mount-ing terror and guilt helped her get through this difficult time. She knelt there with Jan, rock-ing gently back and forth, closing her eyes and trying to remember home without pain. It was difficult. She thought of how she and Jan had been laughing and joking only a day before. They had had no cares at all. They had friends. And now both of them had been raped repeatedly; their bodies tortured, their pride stripped from them with their clothes. Now they huddled like wartime refugees, trying to comfort one another while Jack and his buddies planned more hideous torments for them. Again the two girls were in a waiting game.
They knelt there breathlessly, Jan finally end-ing her sobs and regaining some measure of normalcy. Kathy held her, feeling numb for the first time since Jack had fucked her with the poker. Every sound in the large, dimly lit room made her think they were coming back for her and her sister. But no one entered. She and Jan crouched there for what seemed like an hour, their hearts skipping beats while nothing happened.
Soon the girls grew drowsy, falling into a light sleep. Jan went first, her even breathing a lullaby to Kathy who dropped off as well. She drifted into a restless sleep, her dreams more erotic than her day images. Kathy kept seeing Jack holding her, fucking her with something monstrous while the others pointed and laugh-ed. Even her sister was there in her dreams, smirking down at her while she threw her arms around Big John and skewered her young pussy onto his fat cock.
Suddenly Kathy found herself jerking upright, her hair streaming down her shoulders. They were there again, like three demons risen from hell to torment her and her sister. Kathy looked down at Jan. The girl was curled up, one hand draped over her eyes while the other stretched out toward her. She looked so peaceful, so innocent.
"Gonna clean out your pussy for a while. You got all that cum up there and your shitter. Ain't right for a nice, middle-class bitch like you to be walkin' around with all the crap rot-tin' inside."
Jack was working his fingers against one another, that same cruel smile twisting his lips up. Kathy instinctively edged back toward her sister until her naked asscheeks pressed against Jan's outstretched hand.
Jan stirred, still asleep. Jack and Frank step-ped to either side of Kathy, scooping her up off the floor. Big John pressed the heel of his boot hard against Jan's face, awakening her with the pressure. The brunette screamed a wail of the damned, her legs and arms spasming out from her body.
"Drag that cunt inside," Jack said.
Kathy went limp, hearing her sister pro-testing wildly behind her. There were the harsh sounds of slaps followed by a wail bouncing off the damp walls. Then there was nothing but the sounds of someone being dragged behind her. She could well imagine what hap-pened.
They were going down the corridor she was beginning to know so well by now. Her toes scraped over the floor at times, the men carry-ing her most of the time. They made their way carefully down a set of well-worn stone steps. The dampness increased, chilling the girl's white flesh. Kathy narrowed her eyes, peering through the gathering gloom. It seemed to press in on her like a tangible force. If ever there were a place for an execution this was it! She hunched in her head, feeling a frightened
"What is this place?"
Jack opened another door and signaled with a nod of his head to drag the girl in. Big John was behind him, easily pulling the moaning Jan behind him.
"We're gonna see just how sisterly you two can be," Frank said.
They let Kathy go, moving to either side of the girl. Big John dumped Jan at her feet. Kathy looked around the room, expecting to find the usual instruments of torment hanging from the walls. There was nothing, however, that could suggest this was another torture chamber in the old Victorian mansion. There was something, however, to one side, standing bulkily in the gloom. Jack moved to an overhead bulb, reached up and pulled the chain. Instantly a yellow light bathed what ap-peared to be a kind of bicycle. There were two of them-two halves, more exactly, each fac-ing the other. Wires and tubes dangled in pro-fusion from the strange instruments. Kathy wrinkled up her forehead, cocking her head to one side as she studied the strange thing. Doubtlessly it was going to cause her and her sister more pain, more degradation. There was an air of scientific sophistication about this thing, however, that aroused her curiosity. Kathy took one step toward it, stopping as Jack moved up to the double bike.
"Got you curious, eh? Yeah, it's somethin' me and the boys been workin' on for a couple of months. We saw it in one of those mags-slave things. We didn't want to spend the money, so tried to make it on our own. You gals gonna be the first to try it out here."
Kathy inhaled sharply, unsure of whether she was glad of this honor or not.
Chapter Nine
Jack sat Kathy hard on the bicycle seat, making sure her knees were hugging the vehi-cle. Small stirrups were drawn over the tops of her naked feet, fastened to the pedals. These kept her soles firmly attached to the bicycle. Big John was doing the same thing with her sister Jan, copping feels of her ass and cunt along the way.
"Oh God!" Kathy moaned.
"Now we have something that's gonna make you feel good and clean . . . when your sister starts peddlin'," Jack said.
Kathy watched as he pulled out a long cylinder about ten inches long and two inches thick. There were tiny holes drilled throughout the tub which glistened under the overhead bulb. A long, opaque plastic tube hung from the bottom of the cylinder, flapping about as the big stud snapped it to the front of her seat, then twisted it around until it pressed against her pussy. Kathy stiffened, shivering at the cold metallic touch.
"Already you're getting excited, wondering what the hell's gonna happen, right?" Jack said. -
Jack knelt down, working with the tube below her. Casting her eyes down, the blond teen could see the bicycle was some kind of pump. Pedaling, apparently, activated the makeshift machine. Looking down a second time, she saw a large can shoved up against the rear tire of the bike.
"And now for the rest of it," Jack con-tinued, pulling several black wires out from behind the seat. Small pincers were attached to the ends, pincers he quickly opened with one hand and clamped hard onto her stiffening tit nubs.
The tiny silvery teeth bit into her rubbery flesh, sending shocks of pain and strange need down to her pussy. She squirmed on the seat as he attached the second wire to her other nip-ple, slipping a third between her asscheeks and up into her asshole. Kathy squirmed again, beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead. She looked again at Jan and saw the brunette was similarly being wired.
"And now for the rest," Jack said.
He dropped his hand, twisting the cold silver tube around until the head was pressing against Kathy's cunt. She felt her pussylips quivering, spreading apart as he split her cunt with his fingers. Then the tube slid in.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she gasped.
The cold metal made her velvety, seepy cun-tal lining quiver, then squiggle down tightly against the hard invading cylinder. Her thighs' chilled, tightening around the framework of the bicycle while her toes curled until they cramped. A shout from in front of her told Kathy that her sister was enduring the same humiliation. She worked her ass against the small, hard, uncomfortable seat, her ass jig-gling with every movement she made.
"Okay, you're all set to go," Jack said, rub-bing his hands briskly together. "Oh yeah, didn't tell you what's gonna happen when you two start peddlin'-and you're gonna start, believe me. "This thing's kinda a pump and generator, all thrown together at once." He said ran one finger along the tubes. "You move the pedals," he said, looking at Kathy,. "and she gets a spurt of cold water up her pussy. Not only that," Jack continued, his lips twisting into that horrid smile again, "she gets a good smack of electricity to boot. That makes the cleanin' all that much more fun, right baby?"
Kathy shuddered, her cunt muscles still grip-ping that horrible thing tightly as if it were a prick. She wouldn't pedal. She wouldn't put her sister through a kind of hell again.
But Jack, Frank, and Big John would have none of her defiance. When she refused to move, Jack knelt down, pressing one hand against her right foot and moving it around. The machine ground into action, sending a stream of cold water and voltage into the girl opposite.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" Jan gasped.
Jan stiffened, her elbows straightening while her spine snapped backward. The girl's dulled eyes suddenly burned while her nostrils flared. Droplets of water sprayed out in a fine veil from around her pussy while Jan's nipples stif-fened and reddened even more against the biting pincers.
"Now it's your sister's turn," Jack said, nodding to Frank.
The big stud moved to Jan and dropped to his knees, grabbing her feet and forcing them around to pedal the machine. Instantly Kathy felt the fine, stinging cold spray of water biting into her cuntal walls. She nearly flew off the seat from the sensation, her pussy buckling under the strange feeling of ice water prickling her warm, moist cuntflesh. And then there was the electricity-electrons biting into her nip-ples, making them sting and itch at the same time while her asshole clenched like a tight fist. A fart escaped from her shitter noisily, embar-rassing the young blonde as she still squirmed on her seat.
"Yeah, that's it . . . that's the way I want you two to do it. Now come on," Jack urged.
Jack and Frank coached the girls at first, forcing their feet around and around, laughing as they moaned and shrieked at the cold water and electricity. In a moment, the men didn't have to kneel there. No. Both girls had slowly begun to pedal by themselves, sending the elec-tricity and water streaming into one another's body.
"Ohhhh . . . uhhhhh, you're . . . you're freezing my cunt," Jan groaned.
"Don't . . . don't pedal so fast," Kathy gasped back, her arms flopping uselessly against the chrome handles while her thighs tightened.
"Go for it!" Big John yelled.
Kathy's feet began to whirl around and around, the grinding sound of the wheels purring higher and higher. Water sprayed hard in-to her pussy, touching all the sensitive mem-branes, stinging the aroused nerve endings into action. Kathy found herself fucking the cylinder, leaning forward and putting more weight on the tube, then sliding back and let-ting the spray tickle her clit. She hunched her head into her shoulders, feeling a warm squig-gly feeling wash over her flesh. And that cur-rent! Jan was pedaling faster now, sending a higher voltage crashing into Kathy's body. Kathy nearly forgot about the water as her tits seemed to swell with the rushing electrons. Kathy curled her fingers tightly around the handlebars, her knuckles whitening while her head lolled from side to side. It was all she could do to keep her balance. Her flesh crawl-ed with the rushing electricity, burning around her nipples and shitter as Jan screamed with delight and pain.
"Oh, no, no more, no more!" Kathy groan-ed.
But Kathy couldn't help herself. Her feet flew around, becoming a blur. Grinding her teeth together, she felt a ball of sexual hunger whirling around in her belly, threatening to ex-plode like a bomb as more water and electricity shot into her cunt, tits and asshole.
Hot and stinging-that was the only way Kathy could describe it. It was as if some terri-ble beast were stalking inside her, tearing at her belly, her tits, her cunt. She shifted back and forth on the narrow hard seat now, fuck-ing the tube, bouncing her ass frantically on the yellow plastic. The wires slapped together across her tits, the pincers nearly falling off her nipples more than once. How her knees ached from pedaling so fast! And yet she felt she had to go faster. Kathy felt she had to pump harder, more quickly in order to bring herself off. Yes, she had to pedal faster to find-that orgasm that was just out of reach. Bend-ing forward, setting her jaw firmly in deter-mination, the girl shook the loose hair from her eyes and pumped all the more furiously. Her body was covered with a thick sheen of perspiration as Kathy increased her efforts.
Jan nearly fell from the bike. Her legs were whirling around also, her feet sending the sharp current into her sister's cunt, tits and asshoie. She flopped from side to side, less controlled than Kathy. At times Frank had to rush up to her to keep her on the machine.
"Come on, baby, come on and make your sister real happy," Frank coaxed, sitting her squarely back on the small yellow seat.
"Noo . . . awful . .
"No it ain't, baby. I can see that in your eyes. You dig it . . . just like your sister does," Frank said, slapping her across the face to bring her around. The girl moaned, getting a better grip around the handlebars and keep-ing up her pedaling.
Sparks of climax showered into Jan's cunt, making the walls clench down hard on the spit-ting cylinder. Still the water came, stinging and caressing and scratching that terrible itch.
Kathy laughed and cried alternately, her body dancing on the spearing dildo while her knees hammered hard against the bicycle. The current was taking her strength away now, turning her into an exhausted animal.
"Man, they're both gonna cum. Yeah, I think blondie over there's makin' it," Jack said.
Kathy could have died. She heard the men dimly over her own orgasmic explosion laughing at her, watching her like some kind of laboratory animal as she rutted shamelessly in front of them. But there was nothing she could do. The water, the electricity, everything was making her clit and pussy behave wildly. She sat back, drawing the cylinder from her cunt until just the rounded head remained trapped between her inner and outer pussylips. The fine spray concentrated completely on her clit now, increasing those throbbing pulses to such a degree that Kathy found herself moaning to each one.
Jan pumped faster. Kathy's asshole blew out, puckered in, then exploded once more. She was cumming at both ends! Kathy fell for-ward, striking her forehead on the handlebars while she gripped them like a mad woman.
The world seemed to crash into Kathy's cunt. Everyone faded away from her. Only. that thing in her cunt touching and stinging her clit mattered. Again and again the explosive pulses shot through her body, taking away every ounce of whatever pride she had left.
Still Jan didn't stop. The girl was going wild, her head snapping from left to right, her long brown hair whipping across her face. At times the strands hid her dulled, lust-filled eyes.
Kathy stared, at her rutting sister. Jan was bouncing on that awful cylinder now, her knees straightening, bending, then straightening once more, her inner thighs tight against the bicycle while her tits flopped up nearly to her chin. Her mouth was opened, letting out strangled, grunting sounds of delight. She stared dumbly back at Kathy, her lips about curl into a smile. Then a particularly powerful spasm of climax passed through her pussy and her smile turned into a grimace. Closing her eyes, Jan let out a terrible howl, snapping her head back while her hands slid back and forth on the handlebars. Kathy closed her eyes. She couldn't stare at her sister. She just couldn't. There were more important things going on, besides. Her cunt was spasming, tightening, relaxing, then tightening around the spraying cylinder. She was cumming hard and fast.' Bawling like a cat in heat, Kathy pitched and rolled on the terrible cycle, her feet pumping as if her life depended on it.
Finally, exhausted, Kathy slowed her pedal-ing. Slumping forward, her hair curtaining her face, the blonde teen let out a moan of defeat, sighing greatly. Jan, she could tell, had also slackened her pace. In a moment, both girls were still, their torsos slumped over the handlebars. Kathy heard the gentle dripping of water from her bicycle seat to the large puddle below. It was a testimony to the horror she and Jan had undergone.
"I told you, man, she digs this kinda shit. They had to pedal hard," Jack said, nudging Frank hard in the ribs.
"Fuckin' sluts. They're better than them whores we get up here sometimes," Frank said.
Big John nodded in agreement, scratching his cock and balls. "They whimp around too much. These two. . . fuck, they're really into it.''
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Kathy refused to move, resting her head on her fingers. The cold metal of the handlebars comforted her burning cheeks as she listened to the men laugh about her and her sister.
"Watchin' them makes me super hot again," Frank said, about to reach for Kathy.
"Wait. We ain't through with them . . . like this," Jack said, restraining his buddy, then bending down and forcing Jan's leg around.
Jan snapped to, bolting upright from her seat. She let out a sharp cry, then tumbled headlong from the bicycle to the floor with a loud crash. Kathy jerked her head up and saw her sister tangled in the tubes and wiring of the device.
"Oh, someone help her!" Kathy cried.
Frank scooped Jan up, pulling the wires from her tits and asshole, then let her rest on the floor, face down. Jan was clawing the floor lightly, moaning while keeping her eyes shut.
"Let's see how much this blonde can take. She's a lot feistier than her sister, I think," Jack said, his eyes narrowing. "String her up on the pulley."
Frank moved away from Jan, pulling Kathy off the bicycle. She yelped, feeling the cold cylinder slip from the grip of her pussy. She banged the backs of her heels against the device, kicking and yelling as he dragged her over her sister, then to the right where Big John and Jack were preparing a rope.
"No! No!" Kathy cried.
Frank held her firmly, bracing her legs with his while holding both her hands in front of her. Jack worked quickly, figure-eighting a half-inch line around her wrists, securing the rope with a slipknot. Bit John lowered the rope above her, securing the free end around her wrists, then stepped away to a winch. There were those horribly familiar grinding sounds as the line tightened, vibrated, then groaned as it lifted the girl three inches from the floor.
"You've been through most of the paces ex-cept this one," Jack said.
Jack's pronouncement sounded like the knell of doom. Kathy felt, her joints starting to hurt. The strain on her wrists and shoulders grew worse as she folded her legs over one another. The `thought of having her cunt so vulnerable like this made the girl tremble. Jack was holding a whip. It wasn't like the leather board with thongs he had struck her with before. This was a regular whip, the long black leather end trailing over the floor like a snake! Kathy twisted against the rope, feeling her heart pounding hard. Her cunt was still warm and squirmy from the climax she had experienced on that machine.
I bet if your old man ever found out what the fuck you girls have been doing he'd be piss-ed," Jack said, slowly walking around the hanging blonde teen. Kathy followed his voice with her mind, staring straight ahead and feel-ing perspiration start to ooze from under her stretched arms. "He'd whip the shit outta you both. Well, I'm gonna help him out."
Jack walked in front of her again, the tip of his whip trailing across the rich underswells of her tits. Kathy looked down, her eyes wide and unblinking, a pulse throbbing in her throat. She swallowed hard, licking her dry cracked lips. Then, with a quick movement, Jack step-ped back, bracing his body while raising his arm high over his head.
"Nooooo!" Kathy yelled.
The black whip cracked and whistled in the air, making Kathy jerk against the rope like a puppet. She raised her eyes, `flinching on the ropes as the horrid instrument of torture sliced down toward her.
"Eagghghghghhhhhh!" she screamed.
She never knew something could hurt and burn so badly! The black whip bit into her right tit, leaving a long red welt over her tit. The girl jerked her hips back, her asscheeks bouncing from- the move while her ribs heaved up mightily. Throwing back her head, the teen yowled like a savage, twisting her fingers around the rope while the muscles of her arms knotted from the tension. Her nipple felt as if it had been ripped from her tit. Kathy glanced down to make sure it was in place and not bleeding.
"Yeah, that's it." Jack smiled grimly at her, rubbing his cock with his free hand before bracing himself for another blow.
Jan roused herself from her stupor and pushed the hair from her eyes. Seeing Kathy dangling from the ceiling, she bawled with ter-ror. "No, let her down! Oh God, I'll do anything, just don't hit her like that!"
"Shaddup!" Frank booted the frantic brunette in the jaw, sending her spinning backward from the force of that blow.
Kathy cried out against her fate, kicking hr legs out defiantly, then feeling the tearing, bobbing sensation pull at her arms and wrists. Jack sneered, drew back, then sent the whip crashing forward twice. He slashed a broad X on her belly.
"Yaghghghh! Owwwwwwwywahghghgh!" Kathy screamed.
He could be flaying the flesh from her bones for all she knew. Kathy screamed loudly, her cries bouncing off the walls and mocking her torment. She grunted loudly after a hard spasm in her belly, drawing her legs up until the knees nearly rose past her belly button, something popped in her shoulder.
Jack moved in another direction, striking the whip just under her kneecap with the mid-dle of the whip. Kathy snapped her head back once more, her ankle jerking forward. Jack grabbed it, pulling her forward. Her body swung away from the center of the overhead pulley. The girl screamed, feeling her arm muscles separating from the bone.
"Noooo . . . ayaghghghghhh!" she screamed.
"Go for it, bitch!" Jack yelled.
He let her go, watching with a grim smile as she swung backward, her skull and spine strik-ing the wall behind. Surely this was it, the end of her torture. Grimly, Kathy thought this would end in death as he beat her into the grave!
Chapter Ten
Jack slammed Kathy against the wall once more, watching with obvious sadistic delight as her body bounced against the hard wall. More than once, Jan tried scrambling to her feet, begging the men to let her sister go. Again Frank hit her, striking her the second time across the jaw and sending her half-conscious to the floor.
Jack was lashing the whip against her naked soles now, sending shocks of incredible pain up her knotting legs. Kathy kicked out fran-tically, trying to avoid the whistling weapon.
He stopped. Kathy managed to ease her feet down, feeling the stretching even more along her arm muscles. Jan was sobbing quietly below her, hiding her face in both hands. Jack moved around, stepping back, then jerking his arm up in the air. There was that horrid whistl-ing sound, a sound that made Kathy squeal with terror. Again the whip bit into her flesh, stinging the backs of her knees. There were times when the lash nipped at her ass, redden-ing her already-injured asscheeks.
"Stop.. . ohooowowwwww!" Kathy yelled. Her ass caught fire. Kathy thought she could feel the skin splitting. Her asscheeks heated, reddening to a bright scarlet. The blazing agony of her plump ass being beaten that way radiated to her cunt. To her surprise, the girl felt her pussy muscles tightening again, fuck juice seeping from her cunt. Surely she was a nympho. What else could explain the arousal she was feeling while Jack whipped her to within an inch of her life?
The big stud concentrated on beating her ass. But none of her exposed flesh was safe. Kathy clenched her asscheeks together until they ached from the tension. She was trying to protect her asshole. Jack beat her farther up, whipping the flesh of her shoulders.
Kathy wanted to faint. She felt the whip stripes on her lower back hurting her terribly. Kathy thought about her sister, about the way they had stimulated one another on the bicycles. The whip came down between her asscheeks, the end pulling and yanking her shitter into an oblong shape. It was as if some-one had fucked her ass with a hot poker. Kathy's knees jerked up again, her arms pull-ing and tugging at the restraining ropes. She bounced and jiggled on the line while scream after scream tore from her throat.
Again and again Jack drew the whip over her asshole, the leather stinging the moist, slick lining of her bowels. At one point Kathy thought he had yanked out her guts. She screamed again, her voice shrilling madly. The incredible pain of the torture blasted up her spine to her brain. She jerked and twitched convulsively, the top of her cunt mound so hot she thought her pussy hair would catch fire. A flood of fuck juice oozed from her cunt.
Jack laughed loudly behind her. He stopped the whipping long enough to jab one end of the whip into the tender strip of flesh separating her cunt from her asshole. Kathy screamed again, her eyes blinking wide open as she shoved her ass back. She was trying to get away from that blunt thing pushing at her. The tip of the whip went roughly into her cunt, forcing the wet hot flesh open.
The clenching of her cunt muscles around the weapon made the girl nearly lose her breath. She gasped aloud, grabbing at the line above her head, feeling her pussy go back into tremors of need.
"Boy, you're ready for a roddin' again. This bitch's got a bottomless pit for a cunt," Jack murmured.
Jack ripped the whip away from the grasp of her pussy. Kathy's feet jerked up involuntari-ly, nearly hitting his balls. Jack moved around, jamming the whip against the girl's shitter. The abused ring of her rubbery asshole felt as if it were being driven up into her belly. Kathy arched her spine, kicking out at the madman, feeling as if her body were going to tear in half.
He was dry fucking her, pressing the handle of the whip against her shitter but now shoving it all the way in. A strange fire was starting up in her ass. She thought of Big John, of the way he had fucked her in the ass. Her mind whirled around like a fiery hurricane as her hips shot back, offering more ass to him.
"Like that, eh?" Jack yanked the whip out of her asshole with a fast jerk.
Kathy felt as if her body were twisted inside out with that move. She had a twisted, lusty feeling in and around her asshole which inflamed her cunt even more.
"Cut her down," Jack ordered.
She felt the rope vibrating above her, mak-ing her arms spasm. Frank was unlocking the winch, slowly turning it. Kathy could feel her body lowering to the floor. Her toes, then the soles of her bare feet brushed against the cold floor. In a moment the pulling pressure on her arm muscles and shoulders was gone. She moaned, swaying from side to side, in danger of losing her balance. Gritting her teeth together, she fought the desire to faint. Jack moved around and untied her wrists, pushing the hair from her eyes and smiling cruelly at her.
"You can take a lot . . . a helluva lot more than most. We're gonna put you and your slut-ty sister through your paces even more," Jack told her.
Kathy had no desire to ask what they were going to do. Frank had pushed Jan to a stan-ding position. Looking warily at Kathy, the brunette hung her head down low, shuffling past the blonde back toward the corridor. Both girls marched sullenly back to the room, not even jumping when Jack kicked the heavy iron door shut with a threatening boom.
"I don't feel anything, Jan," Kathy said in a deadened voice. "I mean, I don't feel guilt or anything like that. I just want them to . . . to fuck me, that's all."
"I . . . know. It's horrible, but I feel the same thing," Jan admitted.
The two girls stared mutely at one another. How far they had come. Kathy hugged her naked body, squatting on the floor, shaking strands of loose blonde hair from her face. Jan knelt nearby, leaning against her sister while humming some nondescript tune. Kathy smil-ed. Even if they were returned to their parents, Kathy knew things would never be the same. Her burning ass told her that. The fire smoldering in her pussy told her that.
More time passed. Was it day or night? Kathy had no idea. Moreover, she simply didn't care. Squatting there in the middle of the damp room, she hugged herself even more closely. She was in her own private world, a world of sensation and delight. She thought of Jack and felt a tremor of excitement pass through her cunt. Yes, it was a vile, awful thought, and yet the girl couldn't help herself.
The door opened again, Jack standing there alone with his hands on his hips. Like two well-programmed robots, Jan and Kathy wheeled around, their faces upturned like two slaves waiting orders.
"That's the way I like having my girls," he said, smirking down at them. "You, blondie what's your fuckin' name?"
"Kathy," she said, her voice a tremor.
"And yours?"
"Jan."
"Funny," he said, scratching his beard. "Never knew your names till now. Don't mat-ter much, anyways. You, Kathy, slide on over there." Jack pointed a finger to one corner of the wall.
Kathy twisted her head around and saw four iron loops, two near the floor, two some five feet higher, both attached firmly to the wall. Obediently the girl scooted back, feeling the cold wall caressing her warm assflesh. Jan stayed where she was, her body shaking.
"You, Jan, come on over and help me out. You know how to work these things?" Jack said, scratching a nail against one of the rings. Rolling her eyes up, Kathy saw they opened at the center.
"Y-y-yes."
"Good, then open them up. Kathy, you put your hands through the lower rings."
More restraints! Stretching her aching arms above her head, Kathy placed her sore wrists in the iron rings, feeling them clamp tightly around her flesh. Jan had locked her in!
"Up with the legs," Jack said.
When she was too slow, Jack kicked her knees, sliding both hands under her calves and jerking her feet high in the air. He put one against his shoulder, bending the other back until her ankle was high above her head. Kathy groaned, the weight of her body now squarely resting on her shoulders which were pressed hard against the floor.' Her toes scraped the wall. Jack was looping the iron ring around her ankle, fastening it. He did the same thing with the other ankle. In a moment the girl was on the floor, her legs bent up and back, her toes pressed against the wall behind her. Her cunt and asshole were completely exposed.
"That's better. Okay, now you come here," Jack said to Jan, crooking a finger.
Keeping her gaze lowered to the floor, the young brunette shuffled behind him. Jack took out a broad leather collar, affixing it to the girl's throat so tightly that Jan wriggled' her head from side to side, opening her mouth and making choking sounds. Jack adjusted it slightly, making sure it wasn't too comfortable for the girl.
Kathy peered through her splayed legs, wat-ching as the big stud attached a chain to a metal ring on the back of that collar. He forc-ed Jan down to her hands and legs like a dog.
"Come on, baby, come on and eat your sister's pussy."
"Oh no, don't, stop this! Don't make her do something like that!" Kathy begged.
"I said move!" Jack roared.
Jack tugged hard at the leash, the iron chain snapping against Jan's face. The girl groaned, jerking back, then finally moving forward, her knees sliding on the floor. Kathy squirmed her ass in the air, feeling the fire still there ignited by Jack's brutal whipping. Yes, she wanted satisfaction, relief from the throbbing beat of her excited clit. But her sister? No, that was too vile, even for these sadists! But what could she do? Kathy looked over her high-riding tits. She could see the long red whip stripes on her inner thighs, and could even better feel them on her ass. Jan pulled back reluctantly at the chain again, twisting her head away from the drooling pussy in front of her.
"You wanna get out of this place, you're gonna bury your face in that cunt, under-stand?"
Jan blinked away her tears, nodding her head up and down. She approached reluctant-ly, her head even with Kathy's pussy.
"Oh no, Jan, no, this can't be happening to us . . . it just can't be!"
``Eat it!''
With another sob, Jan dropped her face in the blonde's cunt, thus beginning the final leg of their journey through degradation and sadism.
Chapter Eleven
"That's it, baby, come on, eat her out. Show the bitch what kind of sister you are. Chew on her pussy, suck out that fuckin' juice," Jack said, kicking Jan in the ass lightly with the toe of his left boot.
Kathy tugged at her chains holding her arms behind her, rolling her head from side to side as she felt her sister's tongue fucking into her cunt.
"No, Jan, don't. . . oh, don't do it! Don't listen to him!" Kathy pleaded as the brunette's teeth pressed into her moist cuntflesh.
This was the ultimate low, the forcing of her -sister's mouth on her cunt! Kathy strained her head back, biting her lip until it nearly bled.
Jan was sucking her pussy! It was awful, hideous. And yet she couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her throat. She felt Jan's tongue lashing inside, shoving up into the delicate pussy crack. Jan pressed her right cheek against Kathy's soft cuntlips and gently began licking her way in and out of Kathy's pussy. That was all Kathy needed. With a heavy sigh, the blonde teen let go, feeling herself sinking.
It was so good, so sweet having something gentle caressing her cunt. Jan moved tenta-tively at first, unsure of what to do. But Jack was coaching her, telling her how to suck, how to lick. When the girl dropped back, wiping her lips with the back of one hand, he tugged up hard on the chain, choking off the air to her lungs. Gasping, turning red, the young teen grappled frantically against the strangling col-lar. Her eyes bulged out while her nostrils flared.
"I told you suck her clit. Now, baby, you know where the fuck a clit is. You got one of your own. You sure were strummin' on it before, when you watched your sister getting whipped."
Kathy felt her sore cunt being massaged by careful fingers once more. Looking past her tits, she saw her sister's head bobbing up and down. The soft, wet smacking sounds of Jan's lips against cuntlips sent shudders racing through her body.
"Come on, doggie. Come on, bitch, get that cunt over there and let your sister have a little cuntmeat to suck on," Jack said.
He moved forward, holding the chain out from his body. He forced Jan forward, then jerked the chain, turning her about until she was in a sixty-nine position with her sister. Jan's curly haired snatch was poised directly above Kathy, the fuck juices dripping onto her frazzled brown hairs and looking like dew drops glistening in the sun. As Jan was forced to spread her legs, more of her dark-pink cunt-meat appeared. Kathy blinked. She could see her sister's small erect clit throbbing up near the top of her parted slit. It was so slick, so wet! She wondered if she was that wet down between her thighs.
"Come on, baby, get that pussy down on her fuckin' mouth," Jack said, raising one foot and shoving it down hard on Jan's ass.
Kathy groaned, feeling a tongue being slip-ped into her cunt. Then the shove from Jack's boot jammed her sister's pussy down hard onto her own mouth. In a second both girls were sucking cunt, the big stud pulling at Jan's leather collar at times to choke her.
"Come on, baby, use your fingers. Make your sister feel like you really dig suckin' her off," Jack said, kicking Jan squarely between the asscheeks and making the brunette teen scream in pain.
Reluctantly Jan did as she was ordered. She used her fingers to pull the tender cuntlips apart. Inside that red-hot pussy slit, Jan ran her tongue. She flicked her tongue quickly in and out, teasing the throbbing, wet flesh. At the same time she was tonguing her sister, Jan lowered her body again so her cunt was once more over Kathy's mouth. The blonde had no intention of suffering Jack's boot on any part of her body. When she saw him eyeing her, she panted heavily into Jan's cunt, bringing a moan of ecstasy from her sister. Jan shivered, then dropped her crotch even more. Staring up, Kathy could see Jan's clit popping out, throbbing and hard. In a second, her sister dropped her cunt down, rubbing it back and forth over Kathy's face. The girl could feel Jan's wet pussylips skating over her cheeks and chin.
"Unnfnfnnffff!"
Jan was turning onto the scene. She buried her face wholly in the blonde thicket between Kathy's chained legs, sucking and tonguing like a maniac. She pressed in hard against those puckered lips, shoving forward until her nose crushed into Kathy's clit.
A white-hot flash of delight scored Kathy's brain. Her legs kicked up against the chains while she clawed at the floor beneath her. Kathy began pumping her ass back and forth as best she could, feeling that wonderful tongue fucking into her cunt hard and stiff and hot and wet! Jan was pounding her smacking cunt hard into her sister's face, crying out with harsh little whimpers of ecstasy. Kathy felt the girl's thighs close around her head while her cuntlips spread wider.
"Ummmmmmm," Kathy groaned into Jan's throbbing pussy.
The vibrations echoed through the brunette's cunt, sending her higher and higher. Instantly Kathy felt herself teetering on the brink. She was going to cum, going to explode again and again! She shoved her mouth up hard, wriggling her tongue all around inside her sister's pussy. Fuck juice flowed into her mouth, nearly choking her with its flavor as Jan came.
The blonde teen felt the spasms hit her sister's cunt. Suddenly she forgot everything except the explosions tearing through her own tight, hot pussy. Spasms ripped through her again and again, her entire body convulsing. She gasped again and again as she felt her belly knotting. It was wild! She was climaxing with her sister right there, sucking off her pussy.
The two girls wriggled and bounced atop one another for several moments, the chain fastened to Jan's neck rattling madly. Jack watched with wide eyes as their movements finally slowed to snake-like squirms. Jan was the first to collapse, her body settling heavily on her sister's. Kathy was breathing heavily underneath, her legs slackening against the taut chains.
"Pussy eaters," Jack smirked, laughing down at the girls. "You fuckin' sluts have done everything now, everything. Get off!" His voice hardened as Jack pulled Jan off her sister's body.
The brunette screamed as the leather collar choked off her windpipe once more. He drag-ged her to the other end of the room, wrapping the chain around a long rusty stud driven into the wall and securing it. Jan struggled with the collar, her slender fingers clawing at the chok-ing leather. Jack ignored her, walking back to Kathy and pulling out his lighter and cigar-ettes. In a second, the long cigarette was burn-ing. He crouched next to her, passing the lighter over her belly.
"Cellar's kind of cold. Bet you wouldn't mind a little heat now, eh?"
Kathy fought off the comforting glow that had settled over her body, and she cringed back. Jack was passing the fire lower, stopping over her belly button.
"I can burn you over, baby. I can burn you like I almost did with the poker. You want that?"
Kathy shut her eyes and whimpered, shaking her head from side to side. She bent her-knees slightly as much as she could, tugging at the chains. Her tits flattened out against her chest while her throat dried and tightened miserably. Kathy could feel the heat creeping down her belly, entering her sore pussy.
"Feel good, baby? What you've done already, this should feel real good."
He was right! It did feel good-terrifyingly good. Jack was humming something. He closed the lighter with a snap, puffing on the cigarette smoking between his tightly closed lips.
"Gonna move the fire down a little lower." He puffed at the cigarette again, crouching between her legs. He was watching her as he spread her cuntlips a little. Kathy twitched, moving her ass against the cold, sweaty cement under her butt. She saw the cigarette come out of his mouth, the smoke spiraling over his head and evaporating under the lights. She felt fear pounding through her body. Her fingers became fists and her thigh and belly muscles tightened.
"Oh please don't . . . oh please . . .
Jack held her still with one hand and took the cigarette and touched a few hairs at the top of her cunt. Kathy sucked in a wheezy breath, her head shaking while her neck muscles stood out. Jack was moving the burning cigarette around her clit, singeing her cunthairs. The smell made her gag. Kathy screamed. She heard Jan's cries matching hers as the cigarette hissed to a cold, black ash.
"Interesting," Jack said, tossing away the useless thing. In a second he was on her, his weight crushing her. Kathy churned under him. That awful cigarette had triggered her again, put an edge on her arousal. She fought to breathe, struggled to be free of the crushing weight. But the chains kept her in place. Her head struck the concrete again and again under Jack's wild fucking thrusts until she was cer-tain her skull would split open.
Jack fucked her a savage, mindless, heart-less fuck, the fuck of a victor over his cringing victim. His ass and thighs pounded hard and heavy against her, his cock gouging her cunt walls until Kathy thought they would tear from the onslaught. He was fucking faster and faster. Kathy felt the repercussions in her clit. She clenched her thighs. His jizz was blowing into her cunt and nearly knocking her out from the force.
"Ooooooo!" Kathy squealed.
Jack pumped hard and fast. In a moment it was all over. He pulled free, his prick making a soft wet popping sound. Warm jizz dripped onto her lower belly as he pinched her nipples, then reared back.
"The storm's easin' up. You and the little bitch over there are gonna go."
Kathy sighed with relief.
"And don't think you can call the cops or somethin'. Ain't nobody gonna believe you. And you don't want us tellin' your folks just how much you dug havin' this done, do you? And I mean, we'll tell the whole fuckin' bit."
Kathy shook her head from side to side, cum dripping from her singed pussy. No, her mother and father would never understand. She and Jan would keep this to themselves-a terrible, terrible secret.
"Thought so," he muttered.
Jack got up, sticking his prick back into his Levi's, then unchaining both Kathy and Jan. He left the room, telling the girls he, Frank and Big John would get their car ready. The storm had ended. It was past midnight. Only past midnight? Kathy put her hands to her face, her eyes wide. All this had happened in one night? That thought alone made her dizzy with disbelief!
"Oh, we can't tell daddy . . . can't tell anybody," Jan whispered, rubbing her neck with one hand.
"I know. Our secret," Kathy agreed.
With their torn clothes they would think of some story, any story to placate their parents. Any tale, even one involving a simple rape would be a blessing compared to the awful truth. Jack was right. Her parents wouldn't be able to handle the truth, the truth of how she and her sister had enjoyed this horror, had participated in it, had wallowed and reveled in their torture. Kathy found it difficult for herself to understand what had happened.
"And it's over," Jan said, shrinking back against her sister as the door opened again and Big John and Frank appeared with their clothes. The men threw the rags in a heap.
"Too bad you're leavin'. Could fuck you all night," Frank said, eyeing the naked sisters.
"They'll be back-on their own. Betcha," Big John said, narrowing his eyes and chuc-kling as he clapped his buddy on the shoulder and backed out
"Never," Jan hissed, scooping up her clothes and examining `the tears.
However, Kathy remained quiet, unsure of what her feelings were at Big John's remark. So much had happened. Perhaps more would. Who knew what the future held? Stooping, she picked up her clothes and began dressing.
