Sarah Simpson wasn't very old, and she hadn't even thought much about having sex with the boys she went to school with.
She only had tiny tits and her hips were still slim like those of a little girl.
But there she was, tied spread eagle to her very own bed.
Her wrists were fastened by thick ropes to the bedposts behind her head, and her ankles had been pulled far apart and tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.
Hovering over her was the insane sadist, a man who identified himself only as Baron Brutal. He had broken into their home while Sarah's parents were away, and he was going to rape Sarah and her older sister Stephanie without mercy.
Sarah could feel his huge cock pressing between the inner lips of her tiny cunt.
She knew that he was going to tear her apart with that throbbing phallus.
He thrust down with his hips savagely, and Sarah would have screamed in agony if there hadn't been a ball gag in her mouth.
The evil man laughed with sadistic contentment, and Sarah said a teary good bye to her precious virginity.
CHAPTER ONE
Stephanie and Sarah Simpson were going to be alone in the house overnight for the first time in their short lives.
They were, as a matter-of-fact, going to be left alone for a whole week, while their parents went on vacation to the mountains.
It had been a tough decision for Mr. and Mrs. Simpson to make, but they decided that their daughters were finally old enough to fend for themselves without having to hire a babysitter.
The girls were in their teens and it was the middle of their summer vacation.
They weren't nervous at all about being left alone in the big white house on Maple Street. They had thought that they were old enough to not need a babysitter for quite some time.
Stephanie was the older of the two, and she had been left in charge in case anything went wrong.
Next to the black desk telephone in their daddy's den was a phone number that they were to call in case of an emergency.
But Stephanie didn't anticipate any emergencies and she was looking forward to a solid week of having no one to tell her what time she had to be to bed.
As long as all of the chores got done by the time her folks got home it would be cool and everything would be fine.
Stephanie even thought she might call up some people and have a little party with her friends.
She would have to be careful if she did this, because she knew there would be hell to pay if anything got broken.
Stephanie was at that odd age when she didn't know if she was a little girl or a full-grown woman.
There was still a part of her that wanted to go out and climb trees, or maybe play softball with the kids.
Yet there was an ever growing part of her that felt a growing need for hot sex. For a couple of years she had known that her body did strange things when she thought about the handsome boys in her town.
Her nipples would get hard and erect, and they would yearn to be touched.
She could feel a tingling between her thighs, and she would be able to feel the blood pumping down her body into her cunt.
Her pussy flesh would become fully engorged with blood and would swell.
Her natural pussy lubrication would start to flow freely, and she would frequently get a wet stain in the crotch of her tight white panties.
Her little clit, at the top of her cunt, would get erect also, and protrude from beneath its flesh sheath.
Yet Stephanie Simpson had remained a virgin, thinking herself not old enough to face the responsibility of a sexual relationship.
Her chastity was not aided by the fact that she was an extraordinarily beautiful teenager.
Stephanie stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall.
She was built on a small frame and weighed only ninety-two pounds even when she was soaking wet.
She had long chestnut colored hair that flowed in waves over her shoulders and down her back between her shoulder blades.
She had the face of an angel. With big brown eyes that danced whenever she was excited.
Her eyelashes were very long and licked gently at her high cheekbones whenever she blinked.
Her nose was a tiny button, and was turned up a little at the end.
Her mouth was small, but her lips were full and sensuous.
She had pouting lips, and many of the boys in her town thought she looked like she needed to be kissed very badly.
But few boys had ever kissed Stephanie, though many had tried.
Stephanie tried to stop boys before they got her too horny.
She was afraid that if she let things go too far, it would start to feel too good, and she would be unable to say no.
She was afraid if she let boys touch her breasts or down between her legs, where she was especially sensitive, before she knew it she would be going all the way.
In spite of Stephanie's petite torso, she had large breasts.
They would have been very big tits on a girl of any size.
But they were particularly large considering her tininess.
In spit of her breasts' size, they did not sag a fraction of an inch.
They stood out straight and firm as they rode high on her chest.
Her nipples pointed slightly upward at the tips, especially when her nipples became hard and erect.
Her waist was very, very slim, yet her hips spread out and were wide.
She had the perfect hourglass figure of a full grown woman.
Her legs were shapely, with thin thighs and ankles, and she knew that she looked very good in a pair of high heels.
When Stephanie walked she swung her round ass from side to side with all of the grace of fine poetry.
She was the kind of girl that made boys ache for her when she wore a pair of tight designer jeans.
She liked to wear her jeans as tight as possible, and she wore them so tight that sometimes it looked like she had put them on with a can of dark blue spray paint.
She knew that boys often went out of their way for the honor of walking behind her so they could see her ass.
She had seen boys cross the street, or make a u-turn, just so they could admire her walk from the rear view.
She knew that she would have no trouble finding a boyfriend when she felt she was ready.
She could have any boy she wanted whenever she wanted him.
And even though it made her blush to think about it, she knew that many of the grown-up men desired her also.
But she knew that she would have to be very careful when she went about the task of choosing her first lover.
She and her sister lived in a small town south of Rochester, New York, called Scottsville.
It was tiny little village and the sort of place where a girl could do a great deal of damage to her reputation permanantly.
She knew enough about boys to know that they weren't always so great at keeping their mouths shut.
She knew that a lot of time in the high school locker room was spent "comparing notes" and divulging secrets.
She had a few girlfriends who had gone all the way with boys, and pretty soon everyone knew they were the kind of girls who "put out."
Stephanie knew that she had a reputation as a dick-tease, but she figured that was okay considering the alternatives.
Scottsville was built on the junction between the Oatka Creek and the Genesee River.
It was the sort of town where all of the houses were painted white and had green trim.
All of the streets were lined with Maple trees, so they looked like green tunnels in the middle of the summer.
It was Friday night, and the girls' parents had just taken the car and left for the mountains. Stephanie had a lot of plans for how she wanted to spend her week, but she knew what she had to do first.
She had to go up to her room and play with her cunt until she gave herself an orgasm.
She was so horny she could feel the stain on her panties growing rapidly.
Her cunt and her nipples ached horribly, and she knew that she would not be able to think straight unless she gave that sexual tension a release.
Sarah, a full year younger than Stephanie was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor in front of the color television set.
She was munching on a juicy peach and watching cartoons on Channel 10.
The peach was very juicy, and Sarah had to use the back of her hand to wipe the spilled juice from her lips and chin occasionally.
Though Sarah was only a year younger she was not nearly as developed as Stephanie.
Sarah's tits were just forming, and they sat, perfect palmfuls, high on her chest.
She had the same petite body, but there was still a lot of little girl left in her facial expressions and her mannerisms.
She too was starting to feel a desire for boys, but the feeling was new, and it confused her.
Unlike her older sister, she had never masturbated, and she often had trouble getting to sleep at night because of the ache she felt in her loins.
"Sarah, I'm going up to my room to read for awhile," Stephanie said, standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding onto the railing with her left hand.
Stephanie had long slim fingers with long fingernails.
Her fingernails had been carefully manicured so that they were all the same length.
She painted her fingernails a deep red color, which she thought went very well with her fair complexion.
She was wearing a pair of cut off jeans with a plethora of sewn on patches covering the faded ass.
Her legs were tanned and shaved smooth, and she was wearing a pair of open-toed, spike high heels.
Those shoes revealed the fact that she had very cute toes.
Her toes were all very close to the same length and they were on the chubby side.
She painted her tiny round toenails the same color as her fingernails.
Sarah's hair was a lot lighter than her older sister's.
She was a honey blonde, and she had her hair cut short, into a pixie.
Her hair did not have the thick waves of Stephanie's.
Instead it was perfectly straight and silky smooth.
She wore it in bangs in the front, so that it often got into her eyes, which were also big and brown.
Sarah had her fingernails filed down short and wore no polish on them at all.
"Yeah, okay," Sarah said, not paying much attention.
"If you want to come up for any reason, knock first!" Stephanie said, and galloped up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Sarah shrugged and sucked on her peach pit noisily.
The second Stephanie got into the bedroom that the two girls shared, she kicked off her high heels and wiggled her toes.
She shut the door firmly behind her. She wished there was a lock, but her father had never put one on and she didn't know how to ask him to without arousing his suspicions.
Just thinking about touching herself in an erotic manner made Stephanie's cunt turn into molten fire with desire.
She quickly pulled her tee-shirt up over her head and threw it carelessly into a corner of the bedroom.
She unsnapped the single snap that held the top of her cut off jeans together, and pulled down the zipper to her fly.
She then hooked her thumbs under the top of her jeans and the elastic to her panties at the same time.
She had to wiggle her hips a little from side to side to pull them down.
The crotch of her panties were so wet from her spilled natural lubrication that they had crept up between her swollen cunt lips.
She sighed as the material came out of that little slit.
She sat on the edge of her bed and pointed her toes as she removed her pants and panties.
She tossed them into the same corner with her tee-shirt, and for a moment just enjoyed the feeling of being completely naked.
She quickly got up and pulled the curtains so the room was darkened.
The days were long, and though the sun was getting low in the west, it would be a long time before it would get dark.
She returned to her bed and placed her two pillows on top of one another.
She punched the top pillow with a tiny fist to make a little indentation in the middle. Then she rested the back of her head in the hole she had made and stretched out on the center of the bed.
Stephanie had found that she was masturbating more and more frequently as of late.
At first she had only done it in the shower so her sexual cravings would not keep her awake at night.
But during the previous spring semester she had found herself so horny in class that sometimes she had to sneak into the girls' room and give herself a quick orgasm between her classes.
She found that she could bring herself to climax very rapidly by diddling her clit while straddling the toilet seat.
But that was when she was in a hurry and worried about getting caught touching herself in an impure manner.
On this late afternoon, she figured she had all of the time in the world.
She preferred to masturbate as slowly as her patience would allow.
She knew that her climaxes were a lot better if she took a long time to achieve them.
The greater she built up her sexual tensions, the better it felt when they were finally released.
When she had privacy and time to kill, she liked to explore her body's potential for giving her pleasure.
There were many parts of her body that responded with pleasure to her touch other than just her cunt.
She was still discovering new ways to make her lust grow, and she thought of her long masturbation sessions as a learning process.
She wanted to learn about her own sensuality and sexuality as much as possible.
Not only because it felt better than anything else she could think of, but because she thought it would make her a better lover when she got around to actually fucking with a boy.
Stephanie started by gently rolling her fingertips over her hard, erect nipples, using a slow circular motion.
She heard herself gasp with pleasure and she could see her tits heave up and down as she sucked in air.
Her nipples quivered under her gentle caress as if they had minds of their own.
She could feel the little hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end.
Her skin became covered with gooseflesh when she touched her nipples.
Her breathing increased, and she could feel her heart start to pound.
By the time she was done her heart would be pounding so hard it would be threatening to beat right out of her chest.
Stephanie could feel her toes curling under slowly.
She had noticed that her toes always did that when she was sexually aroused.
She felt as if she were clawing at the red bedspread with her toes.
Stephanie drew her legs up slowly, bending at the knees.
She opened her thighs as she did this and pointed her knees at opposite walls of their double bedroom.
She looked around and saw the many posters of rock stars that plastered the walls.
She then closed her eyes gently so she could concentrate solely on the pleasure she was giving herself.
She touched her nipples lightly with her fingertips for quite a while and then got her erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
She gave each nipple a sharp little pinch, and this sent little ripples of joy up and down her spine.
She shivered and she heard herself let out a deep moan as she emptied her lungs of air.
She pulled on her nipples until the skin was stretched tight, then allowed them to snap back into place.
She pulled and pinched at her nipples hard enough so that it hurt a little bit.
But she didn't mind a little pain when she was this sexually aroused.
It was as if her mind translated the pain into pleasure before it got to her brain.
Or perhaps her horniness made the pleasure and pain combine into a new sensation, a sensation without a name, one filled with great joy.
She could feel her horniness growing in leaps and bounds at that point.
The pressure in her lower abdomen was severe, as was the ache in her cunt.
Her clitoris was very erect and quivered with anticipation at the top of her virgin pussy slit.
Her cunt juices were flowing so freely that they were spilling out of the base of her cunt.
She could tell that she was making a wet spot on the bedspread in between her open thighs.
She had lubricated the crack of her ass from the sex honey that had spilled from her sweet snatch.
Stephanie pinched and pulled at her nipples repeatedly, and looked down to admire how large they had grown.
She was breathing rapidly, totally unable to take a deep breath.
She was panting like the wild animal she wanted so badly to become.
Stephanie spread her slim fingers far apart and placed her palms over her tits.
She could feel her erect nipples pressing against the center of her palms.
She tried to see how much of her tits she could grasp at the same time.
But her hands were so little that she couldn't grab all of them at the same time.
Still it felt great, and she gave each of her tits little squeezes in a rhythm that was meant to simulate the throbbing she was feeling in her cunt.
She then sunk her fingertips into her tit flesh and fondled her own tits lovingly.
She held them firmly and moved them in a slow circular motion.
First she pushed them upward, and then rubbed them together, so that her cleavage became deep and sexy.
Then she pulled them apart, so that her nipples were pointing upward.
Her full, pouting lips fell open and moved in the air.
She looked as if she were kissing an invisible lover.
Her eyes were closed more tightly, and she could feel a vein in her temple dilate and begin to throb.
Her face felt hot and she could tell it was turning beet red with the flush of sexual awakening.
She could feel a thin layer of perspiration form all over her perfect torso.
The air was filled with the scent of her own sexuality.
She could smell her own cunt juices as they dripped from the parted lips of her virgin pussy.
She loved the odor of her womanhood, and felt dizzy and slightly intoxicated when she smelled it.
She could feel her mind focusing in on her sensations. She could think of nothing but the pleasure she was feeling and the intense orgasm she knew she was going to have.
She took her hands off of her large tits and used the tips of her fingernails to trace a slow crooked line down the flat plain of her belly.
She traced a circle around her concave belly button, and then explored the inside of her navel with the ball of flesh at the tip of her finger.
This felt a lot better than she thought it was going to, and she heard herself making a tense gurgling noise in the back of her throat.
The muscles in her legs began to get taut, and her knees opened and closed a little as she touched her abdomen.
She knew that every muscle in her body would be as taut as it could be before she would achieve the ecstasy of her come.
Stephanie's pubic hair grew in a perfect inverted triangle.
She knew that her patch of pubies was so neat it looked like she had trimmed it.
But she knew that that was the way it grew naturally.
From taking gym with the other girls at school, Stephanie knew that she had less pubic hair than other girls her age.
Many girls had hair that spread out onto the insides of their thighs.
They had to shave this in the summer time so it wouldn't spill out of the sides of their tiny bikini bottoms.
She also knew that many girls had a lot of pubic hair growing on the outer lips of their cunts and in between the cheeks of their asses.
But Stephanie was totally bald on either side of her vulva and in between her round firm buttocks.
Stephanie ran her fingernails down her sensitive abdomen until she was just touching her triangle of pubic hair.
She shuddered and let out a deep groan of pleasure.
She ran her fingers through that soft chestnut colored hair.
She tugged at individual hairs and felt the muscles in her neck become tense with expectation.
She twirled locks of hair around her forefingers. Her pussy was begging to be touched, but she resisted the urge.
She wanted to explore her body's erogenous zones a little more before she allowed herself that ultimate release.
Stephanie pulled her fingers out of her pubic snatch and placed her fingernails at the tops of her thighs near her knees.
She then ran those fingernails lightly down the insides of her thighs.
She came very close to touching the outer lips of her cunt, but she stopped just short. Her whole body was tingling.
She clawed at her inner thighs repeatedly, leaving red streaks on the supple flesh.
She tickled herself gently on the smooth skin behind her knees, and this felt a lot better than she thought it was going to.
Then she could feel the yearning in between her buttocks.
Her sweet tight ass-hole was buzzing with a need to be stroked.
She could tell that her inner bowels were aching, and that meant her body wanted her ass-hole to be penetrated.
But she was afraid to stick her fingers up her ass-hole because of her long nails.
She didn't want to scratch the sensitive internal flesh.
But she knew that when she lost her virginity, she would also want to get fucked in the ass.
She didn't know if that was perverted or not, but the ache she felt in her bowels told her it had to be natural and good.
She lifted her feet up off the bed and drew back her knees until the fronts of her thighs were almost touching her erect nipples.
She then raked at her white, milky buttocks with her fingernails, before gripping her ass cheeks and kneading the flesh.
She was moaning each time she exhaled, which was frequently, and the moans were becoming louder all the time.
She was not at all self-conscious, and it never occurred to her that she was moaning so loudly she could be heard downstairs.
With her left hand she pulled her ass cheeks open as far as she could.
She separated those tender cheeks until the skin in the crack was stretched tight.
She then used the four finger on her right hand to explore the damp area between her ass cheeks. A lot of her cunt juices had dripped in there, and the crack was wet and slippery with lubrication.
She touched her ass-hole lightly with her fingertip.
This felt so good her hips bucked wildly upward, her weight on the small of her back.
She let out a sharp scream as she rubbed her ring of ass-hole muscle gently.
Her cunt was burning so much, she knew she couldn't ignore it any longer.
She slowly lowered her feet back down to the bedspread.
Her thighs were still open at a ninety degree angle and her cunt lips were parted.
Downstairs, the cartoons were over, and the news had come on.
Sarah turned off the TV and she could hear the sounds Stephanie was making from above.
The sounds made her curious and she listened trying to figure out what they were.
When Stephanie let out the sharp scream, Sarah moved to the bottom of the stairs.
CHAPTER TWO
Stephanie drew her fingers away from her ass-hole and prepared to touch her cunt.
She placed the forefinger on her right hand at the base of her pussy slit.
She ran that finger all around her outer cunt lips slowly.
Her moans of pleasure were frenzied and her eyes were shut as tight as they could shut. There were creases at the corners of her eyes that went all the way to her temples.
Her face was very red, and contorted from the pleasure she was feeling.
She could feel that her outer cunt lips were completely engorged with blood.
They were so slippery from her lubrication that her finger glided along.
She touched gently at first and then pressed into her outer labia flesh.
She made several circles around the outermost portions of her pussy.
Then she worked her finger in between those swollen outer lips.
She would leave no nook nor cranny unexplored by her finger.
She ran her finger between her inner and outer cunt lips slowly.
She touched a spot near the top, by the side of her clit.
A fresh flow of cunt juices spilled from between her lips into the crack of her ass.
She realized she had touched the gland that secreted those juices.
Her inner lips protruded the furthest from that slit.
They curled back a little at the edges so she looked like a flower about to open. That's just what she felt like. A budding flower in the springtime.
She gently touched the outer edges of her inner lips, peeling them back a little.
Slowly and gingerly, she worked her finger in between those lips, toward her cunt hole.
She could tell that her pussy had become a swamp zone from cunt juice.
She had a tremendous urge to thrust three fingers deep inside her pussy.
There was an ache near the mouth of her womb that could only be satisfied by this kind of penetration.
But as she worked her fingers deeper between her inner lips she felt her intact cherry.
The tunnel to her cervix was blocked by that thin membrane called her hymen.
She did not break her hymen. She wanted to leave it intact.
She was going to save the thin membrane that had for so long protected her maidenhood.
She wanted to give it as a present, to the man she chose to be her first lover.
She couldn't wait to find a discreet male, so she could know the pleasure of a hard cock, without having to worry about ruining her reputation.
She pressed gently against her hymen with the tip of her forefinger.
She could feel it give a little under the pressure.
She knew that it would be no match for a throbbing log of manhood when it came time for her first fuck.
Her clit was so swollen, and ached so severely, she couldn't keep from touching it a second longer.
With the forefinger on her left hand she gently drew back the sheath of pink flesh that usually all but covered her love button.
With that clit foreskin drawn back, the entire visible portion of her little man in the boat was exposed and available to her finger.
Stephanie had read about her own anatomy, and she knew that the visible portion of her clitoris was only a small part of the entire organ.
It was just the tip of her clitoris' iceberg. The rest was internal.
It included a complicated set of nerve endings that were as large as a man's penis, and certainly just as sensitive.
She used the fleshy part of her fingertip to dab at her clit.
She would touch her clitoris for the briefest instant and then pull her finger away.
She quickly got to the point where she was right on the edge of orgasm.
The pressure in her cunt was so severe that it couldn't get any worse without her release being inevitable.
She wanted to see how long she could keep herself on that edge without tipping herself over into ecstasy. .
But being a little girl, her patience was short, and soon she had to make herself climax.
She placed her finger on her clit once again, and this time she left it there.
Every muscle in her body was very tight, and she found it difficult to breath.
Her back teeth were clenched together so tightly that her jaw ached a little.
She pressed down with the balls of her feet and the back of her head.
Her whole body arched as if she were a bow about to shoot an arrow.
She held her fingertip perfectly still for what seemed like a very long time.
Her pleasure was so intense that it altered her perception of time.
Time was suspended and expanded by her sexual tension.
What actually took only a few seconds, seemed to take minutes.
Then she began to move her clit in a slow circle, rolling it around like a marble in oil.
She could feel spasms starting in her cunt, and she knew that the explosions of bliss would be next.
She increased the pace of her finger's motion, and then began to flick her finger across her love button hard and fast.
And that was all it took to tip her over the edge into ecstasy.
Her teeth came unclenched and her small mouth fell gaping open.
Her hips bucked up and down wildly, as if there were really a cock pumping at her tight cunt hole.
She let out a loud scream the echoed against the walls of the bedroom.
She sounded as if she were being tortured by a mad sadist.
Her scream sounded straight out of a cheap horror movie.
A massive volcanic eruption took place in her cunt at that point.
She flicked her finger hard against her clit, feeling the warm honey spilling onto her hand.
The pleasure started at her clit and spread slowly throughout her petite yet perfect body.
She could feel the tingling joy going down her thighs, all the way to her toes, which clutched at the bedspread.
The bliss flowed up her spine making her mind reel.
She felt like a complete sexual animal at that moment.
"COME! COME! COME!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.
Spasm after spasm, wave after wave, rippled up and down her spine.
She thought that her orgasm was never going to end, the pleasure was so great.
But nothing can last forever, and soon the contractions in her cunt began to diminish.
She flicked her finger across her clit until her orgasm was completely over.
She let out a huge sigh as her ecstasy was replaced by the warm contentment of her afterglow.
She let out a gush of air, since she had been unable to exhale during her come.
Her cheeks puffed out and her full lips blustered.
All of the muscles in her body relaxed at the same time, and she lowered her buttocks back down to the bedspread.
Her hips continued to jerk as several post-come spasms filled her pussy.
But then she was still, and she lay there moaning gently with her wet fingers still on her clit.
At the bottom of the stairs, Sarah was convinced something was terribly wrong.
She had heard that awful scream and she thought someone was trying to get in their bedroom window or something.
The little honey blonde ran up the stairs in her bare feet.
She was wearing a tiny tube halter top over her budding breasts, and a pair of white gym shorts that clung nicely to her developing hips.
She forgot all about knocking, and she flung the door open, her heart pounding, thinking that she was going to find Stephanie in dire danger.
But all she saw was her sister naked with her hand in her cunt.
"Stephanie, what are you doing?" Sarah said, raising a single golden eyebrow into an arch.
Stephanie's face turned beet red and she quickly pulled her hand away from her pussy.
She thought about lying, saying that she had been having a nightmare, but she realized that she had been caught red-handed.
"I thought I told you to knock before you came in here!"
"But I heard you scream. I thought something terrible was happening."
"I was just masturbating. It feels good. I guess I scream that way when I come."
Sarah's eyes went wide with amazement. She walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of her own bed on the other side of the room.
"You mean you can make yourself scream like that just from touching yourself down there?"
"Uh huh. When I get horny, masturbating makes it better. I gather you've never done it."
"Uh uh. But I guess I want to. I get horny sometimes, and it's hard to get to sleep."
"Well you should try it. There's nothing wrong with it. It helps you relax, and besides it feels great.
"Would you teach me how, Steffie. I wanna have an orgasm too."
Stephanie thought about this for a moment. She knew the folks would never approve if they knew their sweet daughters were learning how to jack off together. .
But then she figured the folks were going to be gone for a whole week, so what the hell?
"Sure, I'll show you. Take off all of your clothes and come over here," Stephanie said.
She watched as little Sarah got naked. The little blonde seemed to be completely without shame.
Sarah was so excited about feeling the pleasure of a woman, that it never occurred to her she was being naughty.
A strange thing happened to Stephanie when Sarah sat down next to her on the bed with all of her clothes off.
She looked at her kid sister's tiny tits, with the nipples erect, and her cunt began to swell once again.
She could feel her own nipples growing once again, and she had a great urge to take her sister in her arms and hug and kiss her.
Once again she knew that her parents would never approve, and once again she came to the conclusion that what the folks didn't know wouldn't hurt them
"I've got a better idea, Sarah," Stephanie said. "I'll pretend that I'm a man and you pretend you're a grown up lady and we'll be lovers."
Sarah giggled, putting her little hand over her mouth.
"That sounds like fun. I have a feeling you're going to teach me a lot," Sarah said in her high-pitched squeaky voice, that made her sound even younger than she was.
"We're both going to learn a lot, Sarah," Stephanie said. "I've always done this alone. I think it's going to be a lot more fun playing with each other."
Sarah rolled over on her back so she was beside her big sister.
Sarah had even less pubic hair than Stephanie did.
She just had a couple of tiny blonde locks above her pussy slit.
Her body still had a lot of little girl left in it, but Stephanie could tell she was old enough to have a real orgasm.
Stephanie rolled over on her side and began to fondle Sarah's pert young tits.
"You sure do have big tits," Sarah said, unable to take her eyes off of her big sister's plentiful breast flesh.
"You'll probably have big tits too someday, Sarah. Just like Mom."
"That's good. I know how much the boys like them. I hope you don't mind that there so little right now."
"Not at all. They feel really good. Do you like it when I touch you like this?"
"Ummmmmmm. I can feel myself getting all tingly down in my, my-"
"Your cunt, Sarah. If we are going to be pretend lovers, we can use those kind of words with each other."
"Yeah, in my cunt. I'm getting all wet just like I get when I think about boys."
Stephanie pinched and pulled at Sarah's hard nipples, and the little blonde began to squirm beneath those caresses.
Her tiny hips gyrated on the bed and they were looking into each other's eyes.
There was a look of affection in their eyes as they gazed at each other.
Stephanie could tell they were no longer pretending to be lovers.
This was real. The older sister knew that being touched was going to be ten times as good as touching herself.
Stephanie lowered her head and kissed Sarah lightly right on the lips.
But she did not pull her lips away. She left them there, and soon they were working their lips together sensually.
Sarah placed her tiny hands on the back of Stephanie's head, running her fingers through that thick reddish hair, wanting the kiss to go on forever.
Then Sarah's lips parted and she tentatively offered her tongue.
The sisters touched the tips of their tongues together and there was a moment of pure sexual electricity.
Soon their tongues were rolling together and their lips were pressed together tightly. The kiss lasted for a long time, and soon their lips were wet and slippery from the shared spittle.
They were both breathless with passion by the time the kiss ended.
"Is that how adults kiss? With tongue?" Sarah asked innocently.
"Uh huh,' Stephanie said, feeling the ache in her cunt. "Do you like it?"
"I love it. Kiss me all over. Be the man and make love to me. Pretend you are going to fuck me."
Stephanie was pleased to hear her kid sister use that vulgarity.
She knew that Sarah was going to be willing to do whatever she wanted her to.
But first she would have to show her what and how, but that was going to be fun too.
"You just lie back and relax," Stephanie said, sounding older and more mature. " Let me do all of the work. After I make you come we can switch and you can be the man, okay?"
"Okie-dokie," Sarah said cheerfully. "Oh boy, this is going to be fun. Is this called playing doctor?"
"Something like that. Now hush and don't think about anything other than the pleasure I'm going to give you."
"Okay. I'll be quiet," Sarah said. Her muscles went limp, but Stephanie could tell by the way she was panting that her kid sister was already very much aroused.
Sarah was hornier than she had ever been before. Everything that would happen, every sensation she would feel, would be brand new to her.
Stephanie kissed the little blonde on the side of the neck, occasionally sucking at the flesh and using her teeth to give tender love bites.
Sarah moaned deliciously as Stephanie quickly worked her mouth down to her budding, swelling breasts.
Stephanie stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and ran the very tip in a circle around the outside of Sarah's left nipple.
She then flicked her tongue across that nipple lightly, but steadily increasing the pressure.
She then wrapped her hot wet lips around that nipple and began to suck on it, flicking her tongue across it at the same time.
Stephanie could hear her sister making sexy whimpering noises in the back of her throat.
The little blonde was discovering for the first time the pleasures her young body was capable of giving her.
Stephanie decided that she would treat Sarah just as she would want to be treated.
She got her teeth on that hard nipple and nipped at it, showing Sarah for the first time the divine association between pleasure and pain.
She tugged at that nipple with her teeth and Sarah could see that nipple getting bigger than it had ever been before.
She repeated the process with the other nipple and then kissed her way down the tiny blonde's belly.
Sarah opened her thighs as Stephanie moved so that she was on her belly with her torso between her kid sister's parted legs.
Stephanie placed her hands at the back of Sarah's knees, and gestured for the little blonde to raise her knees up in the air.
They were in tune with one another, thinking along the same wave length, and they no longer needed words to communicate.
Stephanie began to kiss, suck and bite at the inside of Sarah's thighs.
She could see that Sarah's cunt was pink and swollen.
She could see that the flesh was shiny from cunt juice.
The clit at the top was poking its little head out, quivering in anticipation.
Sarah was too young to shave her legs, and the soft flesh on the insides of her thighs was covered with downy blonde hairs.
Those hairs were so light that they were barely visible.
Stephanie placed her hands on the backs of Sarah's thighs, and the younger sister shifted her weight so that she was resting on the small of her back.
Stephanie then began to kiss and suck at Sarah's slim buttocks.
With gentle fingers Stephanie parted those ass cheeks and stuck her tongue out.
She began to flick her tongue back and forth up and down the crack of Sarah's ass.
Sarah moaned louder and louder and Stephanie could feel the muscles in her legs tensing up.
The little blonde's face was beginning to contort with pleasure.
Sarah's mind was boggling since she didn't know such sensations were possible.
Occasionally they thought that what they were doing was dirty, but then they thought of the pleasure and they knew it had to be natural and good.
Stephanie could smell Sarah's cunt, and she loved that funky aroma.
She pulled her head back so that she would be able to see Sarah's ass-hole.
It looked like a precious pink asterisk, resting only an inch from the base of her open pussy.
Stephanie made her tongue as firm as possible at that point.
She concentrated on keeping her tongue pointy at the tip.
She ran the tip of her tongue in a little circle around the ring of muscle that surrounded that tight aching anus.
She then flicked her tongue across that hole, and she could taste some of the sweet cunt juice that had spilled there.
They both moaned deeply as Stephanie tried to push her tongue up that ass-hole.
But the muscle was too tight and Stephanie couldn't make her tongue hard enough to achieve that penetration.
So Stephanie pulled the tip of her tongue from Sarah's ass-hole and moved it upward into
Sarah's drooling honey pot.
She ran her tongue over the swollen outer labia, and Sarah couldn't believe how good it felt.
Sarah had been unable to understand how something could feel good and yet still make her sister scream as if she were in awful pain.
But she was quickly learning to understand, as Stephanie began to lap happily at her wet cooze.
Stephanie used the flat part of her tongue to lick the entire length of Sarah's open slash of red woman meat.
Each time her tongue went over Sarah's clit, the little blonde's hips bucked wildly upward.
Stephanie licked lightly at Sarah's inner cunt lips, working her tongue inside.
She pressed against her little sister's hymen with the tip of her tongue.
Sarah began to make grunting noises, that seemed to come from the pit of her stomach.
Stephanie slowly and curiously explored the many wet, pink, swollen folds of flesh inside Sarah's hot twat.
She then moved her tongue up to Sarah's quivering clitoris.
Sarah moved her tiny hands to the top of Stephanie's head.
She ran her fingers through Stephanie's long hair, finally pressing her fingertips against her older sister's scalp.
Very lightly, Stephanie licked upward, caressing the center of Sarah's newborn womanly pleasure.
"Oh my God! That feels so good!" Sarah said breathlessly.
She could feel the sexual tension growing rapidly in her cunt.
She knew that she was going to have an orgasm, and even though she only had a vague idea what a climax was like, she knew it was going to feel better than anything she had ever experienced.
At first the older sister used only the tip of her tongue, then she used the flat part.
She worked that little ball of hard flesh in a tiny circle, and then flicked back and forth across it.
Stephanie could hear Sarah's moans and groans getting louder and louder as she approached the first orgasm of her life.
"I'M GONNA COME, STEFFIE!" Sarah shouted at the top of her lungs.
Her voice sounded altered because the muscles in her throat were so tense.
She gripped at Stephanie's scalp as hard as she could.
She gripped so hard that all of her knuckles turned white.
Stephanie licked harder and harder, and gripped at Sarah's legs to keep her from slapping her in the face with her drenched cunt.
The springs in the bed squeaked as Sarah bounced up and down, still not quite able to believe how great it was to be a woman.
And then it happened! Sarah burst into orgasm like she were fireworks on the Fourth of July.
"AARRGGHH!" Sarah screamed. "SUCK IT!"
As the explosions of ecstasy began inside Sarah's cunt, Stephanie wrapped her lips around Sarah's clit and the surrounding flesh.
She sucked that hard love button up into her mouth and continued to flick her tongue across it as hard and fast as she could.
Massive ripples of pleasure flooded the little blonde's mind.
She let out a scream not unlike the one she had heard from the bottom of the stairs.
Stephanie continued sucking and licking at Sarah's little man in the boat until she was sure the orgasm was over.
Sarah closed her legs and hugged at Stephanie's ears with the insides of her thighs.
Sarah bent at the waist and sat up, with her face red and her mouth gaping open.
Then it was over, and Sarah sighed with contentment.
All of her muscles relaxed and she found that she could breathe normally once again.
She opened her thighs and fell back onto the bed.
She lay still there for a long time waiting for herself to catch her breath.
She listened to her pounding heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
Stephanie pulled her face out from between Sarah's open thighs.
Sarah couldn't help but giggle when she looked at her sister's face.
"What's so funny?" Stephanie asked, cocking her head a little to one side.
"Your face is all wet from my cunt juice. Your lips are all shiny and a little honey drop is about to fall off of your chin," Sarah said.
Stephanie went to wipe her face off with the back of her hand, but Sarah stopped her by grabbing her slim wrist.
"Let me lick it off. I want to know what my cunt juice tastes like," Sarah said in a throaty voice.
Stephanie grinned and quickly moved so that she was sprawled directly on top of her sister.
Sarah lifted her feet up off the bed and wrapped her legs around Stephanie's hips.
She crossed her ankles on the small of Stephanie's back.
She hugged at her sister with her still tingling thighs.
Stephanie ground her hips downward as if they were fucking.
They rubbed their pubic bones together and both moaned together.
Stephanie lowered her face slowly and Sarah offered her pink tongue.
The little blonde licked her sister's face clean.
This, naturally, turned into a passionate soul kiss.
Stephanie was feeling very horny, and she was excited because she knew Sarah was going to eat her cunt next.
But Stephanie did not know that this happy dream world was about to turn into an ugly nightmare.
Neither of them had bothered to lock the front door, and at that very moment unexpected guests had entered the downstairs living room, and were about to change their lives forever.
CHAPTER THREE
MacIntyre Symms did not know that he was dangerously insane.
He saw his own brand of cruel sadism as perfectly natural.
He figured anything that gave him pleasure had to be perfectly normal.
And nothing gave him more pleasure than causing pain.
He daydreamed about hearing the screams of young girls in agony.
He schemed to think of new methods to cause humiliation and pain.
And at that moment he was calmly poking around the living room of the Simpson house.
At his side was his girlfriend, Molly McCormick, who shared his taste for sadism.
They worked as a team, and over the previous five years they had tortured many young virgins together.
They were careful, and they thought they were smart.
They figured if they weren't smart they would have been caught by now.
They had been floating around Scottsville for a week, looking for the time and the place to strike.
When they saw the packed car drive away from the Simpson home, they realized the two pretty teenagers had been left alone inside.
MacIntyre Symms was a handsome man, but his brain had never been quite right.
His father had died when he was little and his mother had been cruel to him.
She beat him and humiliated him when he was growing up.
He soon could think of nothing else other than revenge.
And he got his revenge for the cruel deeds of his mother, by torturing and raping young women.
He figured every young virgin whose cherry he busted took him a step closer to finally getting even with his mother.
Every time he thought about how his old lady used to tie him to the shower nozzle and give him huge enemas, forcing him to shit right there in front of her, his cock got as hard as a rock, and he needed teenage pussy.
MacIntyre Symms was well over six feet tall and he weighed well over two hundred pounds.
He looked like he could have been a movie star. His face appeared to be carved out of stone by a sculptor trying to create a god.
His hair was dark brown, but there was some gray at the temples that betrayed the fact that he was in his mid-thirties.
His shoulders were very wide and he had the upper torso of a bear.
Yet his waist and his hips were remarkably slim, yet powerful.
His thighs were heavily muscled and he had huge hands and feet.
Molly McCormick was on the dim side, and she always did as MacIntyre told her.
She knew that if she disobeyed him he would chain her down and whip her until her back and buttocks were striped with angry red welts.
Sometimes it pained her to watch him abuse and disfigure pretty girls.
But she didn't have the will to defy him in any way, so she helped him whenever her aid was needed.
She had blonde hair that grew in tight curls on top of her head.
Her face might have had an innocent beauty if it weren't for the excess of make-up she always wore.
She had bright red lipstick on her large lips, and her eyelids were purple.
She wore false eyelashes that were encrusted with mascara.
At that moment she was wearing a tight red dress with a slit up the side, so that she would flash her thigh each time she took a step.
The dress was cut low in the front so the tops of her big globular breasts were exposed.
The dress clung tight to her torso, and did nothing to hide the fact that she had all of her curves in the right place.
She chewed gum all the time and spoke as if she came from The Bronx.
She wore red spike high heels with pointy toes and walked as if she feared falling forward.
The first thing they did when they entered the house was lock the door behind them and quietly pull all of the curtains.
Then they cut the telephone wire so making a phone call would be impossible.
MacIntyre Symms carried a black leather bag with him wherever he went.
In the bag were all of the tools of his trade. He had clamps, whips, and huge hard rubber dildos, designed to stretch a virgin pussy all out of proportion.
He also carried a can of ether and a white rag. He didn't like to fight with the virgins he attacked.
He found they were a lot more cooperative when they were asleep.
By the time they woke up he saw to it that they were no longer able to struggle.
Outside the sky was darkening, and both MacIntyre and Molly could tell that they were in for a nasty thunder and lightning storm.
Already they could hear the gentle rumble, like a far away bowling alley, over Lake Ontario.
This was good, MacIntyre thought. Everyone who tried to call the little girls would think the storm had knocked out the phone service.
By the time anyone got wise, his job would be complete and it would be time to move on to another town, another virgin.
MacIntyre heard gentle moans coming from the bedroom upstairs.
He held his forefinger to his lips, instructing Molly to be very quiet, and she nodded that she understood.
He set his black leather bag next to the living room couch.
He unsnapped a couple of snaps and unzipped a long zipper.
He pulled out the can of ether and the white rag. Pouring the smelly chemical on the rag, he was careful not to get any on his fingers.
He then began to tiptoe up the stairs, hearing the sounds of playful laughter, and sexy moaning coming from the bedroom.
He could feel his balls start to ache, and his cock start to grow, as he realized the two little girls were getting it on.
When the cat's away the mice will play, MacIntyre thought to himself, his mouth twisting into an evil grin.
When he had torture on his mind his brown eyes became fiery, and he looked as if his soul had been taken over by Satan.
Inside the bedroom, Stephanie had rolled over on her back, and Sarah was showering her big tits with tiny peck kisses.
When the door flew open they felt their stomachs fly up into their throats and then Sarah spun to look at the doorway.
At first the girls thought that their parents had come home unexpectedly and had caught them in their sex play.
But when they saw a complete stranger standing there, they were petrified with fear.
A cold sweat broke out all over their bodies, and before either of them could scream MacIntyre charged into the bedroom with Molly only two paces behind him.
He thrust the rag over Sarah's mouth and nose at the same time.
Molly leaped on the bed, pinning Stephanie, holding her hand tight over Stephanie's mouth so she could make no noise.
Stephanie watched in horror as Sarah's arms waved wildly in the air.
Big tears welled up in Stephanie's eyes making it difficult for her to focus.
Those tears soon overflowed and began to drip down onto her high cheek bones.
The Sarah's arms stopped waving and she went completely limp.
Molly and MacIntyre had their timing down perfectly.
The second Molly removed her hand for Stephanie's mouth, MacIntyre replaced it with the rag.
Stephanie smelled something awful on that rag and she tried to hold her breath.
But soon she had to inhale and the second she did everything went black.
MacIntyre was pleased that the little girls were already naked.
That would save him the trouble of stripping them, which he thought was a bore.
"We've got ourselves a couple of hot ones here Molly," MacIntyre said with a laugh that crackled in the back of his throat. " Let's go to work."
"What do you want me to do, Mac?" Molly asked. She was unable to do anything on her own. She usually needed detailed instructions.
MacIntyre liked the fact that Molly was so dumb. He knew there was no way she would ever be able to betray him.
"Tie the one with the little tits spread eagle to the bed while I tie this one to the desk chair," MacIntyre said.
Molly remembered that she had left the leather bag downstairs and quickly ran to fetch it.
There were four short pieces of rope and one long one inside.
Molly found that she could move Sarah easily. The little girl was light and hardly in a position to struggle.
She pulled Sarah's arms back over her head and quickly tied one wrist to each bedpost.
She knew that MacIntyre liked his bondage stringent, so she tied those wrists as tightly as she could.
She could see Sarah's fingertips turning purple, and she knew that by the time the little blonde woke up she would be able to feel nothing at all in her hands.
The ropes were so tight that they cut off the circulation of blood, and halted all sensation.
After both wrists were bound securely she walked to the foot of the bed and grabbed both of Sarah's ankles at the same time.
She yanked those ankles apart until her feet were pointing at the corners of the foot of the bed.
The other two short pieces of rope were used to fasten Sarah's ankles to the other two bedposts.
She had gone through this process many times and had gotten quite good at it.
Some girls stayed asleep under the influence of the chemical longer than others and she had to be quick so there wouldn't be a risk of having anyone come to prematurely.
The second Sarah was bound spread-eagle to the bed Molly pulled a ball gag out of the leather bag.
It was a leather strap with a huge rubber ball in the middle.
Molly forced Sarah's jaw open and placed the rubber ball between her teeth.
She then lifted the little blonde's head and fastened the strap behind her head.
This would not only keep Sarah from making any noise, but it would force her jaw painfully open during the course of the rape.
MacIntyre lifted Stephanie up off the bed and sat her down in the straight-backed wooden chair that went with the bedroom desk. He tied her so securely she could not move.
Her ankles were crisscrossed so that they were held together, and her hands were pinned to the sides of her legs, as well as her arms pinned to her sides.
MacIntyre's favorite part of this process was binding the breasts.
He made a figure eight around Stephanie's big tits so they were squeezed and pushed outward more than they were naturally.
He then used one loop of the rope to go right across her nipple, pushing the tips of her tits cruelly inward.
The rope was finally tied behind her, and a ball gag was put in her mouth also.
When Stephanie woke up her breasts would be in horrible pain.
They then smoked a cigarette and waited for the two to wake up.
MacIntyre thought it was no fun to start the real punishment until the effects of the ether had completely worn off.
"Whatcha gonna do first, Mac?" Molly asked, chewing her bubble gum as if she were a cow contemplating her cud.
Sarah awoke first. Her eyes opened slowly, and for a moment she had trouble determining where she was.
Then she saw MacIntyre's leering face and it all came back to her.
She tried to move and she realized that she had been tied down.
She tried to scream and she realized that she had been cruelly gagged.
Fresh tears welled up in her eyes and poured down her cheeks into the corners of her mouth.
She found that she could turn her head from side to side and lift the back of her head a little from the pillow.
If she really struggled she could lift her buttocks from the bedspread a couple of inches.
But this took a great deal of energy and she quickly discovered that she would exhaust herself if she continued to move.
Her heart was filled with complete despair and hopelessness.
She knew that something too horrible to think about was about to happen to her and her sister.
MacIntyre Symms was wearing a button-up flannel shirt. The top two buttons were unbuttoned and Sarah could see thick brown fur spilling out.
As MacIntyre reached up and began to unbutton that shirt Sarah could see that his whole thick chest was covered with curly hair.
She looked down his body and saw that he was wearing a pair of tight faded jeans.
There was a huge bulge in the crotch of his jeans, and Sarah was smart enough to know what was causing that bulge.
It was dusk and it would be nighttime in a matter of minutes.
Thick black clouds were billowing in from the north, covering the whole village of Scottsville.
The claps of thunder were getting louder by the second.
The wind was picking up, and Sarah could hear the trees being bent by those gales of storm wind.
Then sheets of rain began to fall, and in a matter of seconds the world around the Simpson house on Maple Street was drenched.
Sarah could hear that monsoon like rain whipping up against the bedroom windows.
A flash of lightning lit up the bedroom for a split second.
The storm only added to the surreal aura of the events surrounding the frightened little girl.
Nothing seemed quite real. Sarah prayed that she was having a nightmare.
She hoped that she had fallen asleep while goofing around with her sister.
But then she felt those ropes digging into the flesh of her wrists and ankles, and she knew it was real.
It was a nightmare come true, and she assumed correctly that it was going to get a lot worse before it got better.
If it ever did get better. Sarah thought at that point that this man and this woman would kill her and Stephanie when they had had their way with them.
But that thought was too awful, and Sarah struggled to push it into the back of her brain.
Her body was drenched with the cold sweat of anxiety.
Her sweat had the bitter almondy scent of the devil.
She was forced to breathe through her nose by the ball gag.
She could hear herself snorting as she struggled to get air into her lungs.
Her heart felt as if it were trying to pound right out of her chest.
She wanted to pass out again so she would not have to experience these horrors.
But she stayed awake, her mind no longer able to think rationally.
MacIntyre finished unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it over his shoulders and dropped it silently to his feet.
He sat on Stephanie's lap and began to untie his battered work shoes.
He pulled his socks off after that and stood up.
At that point the older sister woke up and her eyes immediately bugged out so far they looked as if they were going to pop right out of their sockets.
Sarah could hear her older sister trying to scream, but the sound was stifled by the gag.
No matter how hard Stephanie tried to scream, all she could do was make pathetic muffled grunting noises.
Stephanie could feel the thick rope biting into her nipples, and she knew that she had never felt pain like that before.
All over her torso the rope was digging into her flesh, and the ropes seemed to contract and squeeze at her body tighter when she struggled.
Molly moved to a corner of the bedroom and watched silently.
She knew that MacIntyre would call her if he needed her for anything.
Sarah couldn't take her eyes off of the huge bulge in the front of MacIntyre's tight jeans.
Some sort of morbid curiosity would not allow her to look away.
His fingers moved slowly to the the snap at the top of those jeans.
He moved deliberately, as if he were performing some ancient ritual of sadism.
He unzipped the zipper to his fly and Sarah could see that his erect penis was pinned to his belly by the elastic to his underwear.
His cock was so long that it stuck far out of the top of those jockey shorts.
She could see the bulbous head of his prick, purple and throbbing.
MacIntyre's balls and his cock were aching horribly, and he was in a big hurry to relieve himself of that ache.
After he shot his wad the first time he would be able to relax and take his time with the rest of the torture.
He hooked his thumbs under the top of his jeans and the elastic to his underwear.
He was wearing no belt, and Sarah could see that his stomach was flat and muscled.
As he pulled down his pants Sarah could see that his underwear was a dingy gray color.
They looked as if they had not been washed for some time.
It occurred to the petrified little girl that they were the only pair of underwear this madman owned.
As he pulled down his pants, his cock popped out like some kind of horny jack in the box.
Sarah's eyes went wide with amazement as she looked at his cock.
She had never seen an erect penis before and she realized that she had grossly underestimated how big one would be.
She had read that the average cock was about six inches long, and she figured that her cunt would be able to handle that much when she got older and started to fuck.
But MacIntyre was huge! The thought of having his tool penetrating her tiny vagina filled Sarah's mind with even more despair.
She knew that he would tear her apart with that lance.
His cock had to be at least eleven inches long, and it was so thick she knew her cunt would have to stretch grossly open for him to get inside.
The thickest part of his cock was the head, which looked to her like a doorknob.
That head was a deep purple color and the skin over it was stretched tight.
The skin on his glans was shiny it was stretched so tight.
If any more blood pumped into that savage phallus it would have surely exploded.
The cock was as hard as a rock and stuck out straight from his slim hips.
It pointed slightly upward, and Sarah could see it bobbing up and down a little bit as it throbbed. The little piss hole at the tip of his glans was opening and closing in a manner that vaguely reminded Sarah of a goldfish's mouth.
As he pulled his pants down further Sarah could see the equally huge sack that held his balls.
His scrotum dangled just below the shaft of his cock, and it looked as if it were filled to the brim with hot sticky come.
She could see his testicles, resting at the bottom of that sack, and looked to be the size of small tangerines.
There was a thick patch of dark brown pubic hair above his cock.
There were even little curly hairs growing right out of his scrotum
Sarah could see angry blue veins running along his shaft.
MacIntyre stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside.
He stood next to the bed where both girls would be able to gaze upon his manhood.
He placed his hands on his hips, and nodded his head silently.
He stood with his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart.
And that was pretty far apart, considering how broad his shoulders were.
He held his chin high and thrust back his shoulders.
He took a deep breath so that his thick chest stuck out.
He arched his back and stood with his hips out in front of the rest of his body.
He bent a little at the knees and appeared to be gloating.
"Please allow me to introduce myself," MacIntyre said with a cruel hiss. "My name is Baron Brutal. I am the King of Pain. This is my assistant Sister Savage."
"Pleased to meetcha," Molly said, never stopping her chewing motion.
"Pain is the name of the game, and before we are through with you two, you will know more pain than most people know in a lifetime."
Both Sarah and Stephanie shivered when he said that.
Sarah felt as if she were going to throw up right then and there.
But she realized her mouth was blocked by the rubber ball so she fought back her urge to gag-
MacIntyre quickly moved onto the bed and lay directly on top of Sarah.
His weight was fully down upon her, making it even more difficult for the pretty little blonde to breathe.
Her nose snorted more violently and she felt incredibly weak.
Even if he had untied her, she wasn't sure she would have the strength to struggle.
She could smell his breath beating down on her face, and breathing through her nose was the last thing she wanted to do.
He smelled like he had never brushed his teeth in his whole life.
His breath reminded her of the sewage treatment plant just south of Scottsville.
She could feel his cock pinned against her lower abdomen.
It felt even bigger than it looked as it pressed against her.
She could feel it throbbing anxiously, and once again she thought that it would tear her apart.
"You like my big cock, don't you little girl? Oh yes. All little girls like the baron's big cock. They love it when it tears them open and makes them bleed. You are going to love this. My cock is so big, and your pussy is so little. You probably think that there is no way I will ever fit inside you, huh? Well, brute force and relentlessness have away of taking care of these things. And brute force happens to be something I've got plenty of," MacIntyre said.
His voice was deep and crackly, as if he had clumps of mucus in his throat.
He laughed sadistically after each phrase and Sarah closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at his leering face.
MacIntyre placed his hands flat on the bedspread under each of Sarah's forced open arm pits.
He stretched his legs out straight behind him and kept his knees together.
He then pushed his body off of her by straightening his arms.
At that point Sarah was able to look between their bodies, and see his cock.
The tip was resting on her pubic bone and she could feel it throbbing on the tiny spot above her slit where golden hair grew.
He moved his hips so that the tip of his cock was touching the lips of Sarah's forced open cunt.
He moved so that his cock was at the right angle for fucking.
She was a tiny one, and he liked the tiny ones the best.
He lifted his right hand up off the bed and reached back.
He took the shaft of his cock in his fist and gave it several squeezes.
He did this to make sure it was as hard as he wanted it to be.
Satisfied by this test he replaced his hand in push-up position.
He began to push down with his hips, and Sarah could feel pressure on the lips of her cunt.
She figured there was no way he could get in her. It was like trying to put a square peg in a round hole.
But then she felt her inner cunt lips begin to stretch open, and she knew her rape was inevitable.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sarah closed her eyes and found that she could think of nothing but the sensations she was experiencing in her pussy.
"That's it, baby," MacIntyre said, in his deep throaty voice. "Just relax and let the Baron bust your cherry!"
At the point where Sarah's cunt lips stretched far enough for the head of MacIntyre's cock to fit inside, she felt an awful pain.
She realized that the flesh had torn open and that the man had drawn blood with his savage penis.
She could tell that it wouldn't be the last time he would draw blood with that throbbing phallus.
As Molly watched the scene from the corner of the bedroom, she could feel her nipples start to swell.
Her nipples became so erect that they were clearly visible through the tight dress she was wearing.
It became increasingly obvious that the dumb blonde woman had not bothered to wear a bra that day.
But Molly didn't like the idea of wearing a bra. Ever.
It had been years since the woman had even owned a bra.
She thought it was a lot like putting her tits in bondage.
And she got enough of that shit from MacIntyre Symms.
Along with growing hard, Molly's nipples yearned to be stroked.
She could feel goose bumps forming on the insides of her thighs.
Those thighs tingled also and needed to be stroked sensually.
She could feel the flesh in her cunt starting to swell.
In a matter of seconds her pussy was fully engorged with blood.
Her natural lubrication had started to flow freely.
She wore no panties and the juice was spilling down the insides of her thighs.
Her clit was swelling also, and she couldn't help but wish that it was she, and not Sarah, who was tied to the bed.
Molly wished that she was the one who was taking that big cock up her hot, wet, steaming pussy hole.
Sarah could feel the blood from her torn inner cunt hp dripping down into the base of her pussy slash.
But at the same time something strange was happening to the terrified little girl.
She could feel her body preparing for the fuck she was about to receive.
She too could feel her cunt getting all wet and slippery.
She knew that her cunt flesh was becoming more elastic as she became increasingly aroused.
At first Sarah felt guilt over what her body was doing.
There were no two ways about it: She was getting horny.
She thought it was wrong that a violent rape should turn her on.
She could feel a great ache up near the mouth of her womb.
Her clit was erect and quivering, and she knew that MacIntyre's cock was so thick that it would rub directly against her throbbing love button once he began to move that log back and forth inside her.
Then she stopped feeling guilty and went with the flow.
She figured her body's reaction was just her guardian angel looking over her from Heaven above.
She knew that the more aroused she became the less pain the brutal rape would cause her in the long run.
So she considered herself lucky that her body was reacting to the man's cock against her mind's will.
She was still snorting through her nose as she panted wildly.
The pain was still incredible, but that pain was now mixing perfectly with the ache of desire.
That ache was inside her cunt, in her lower abdomen, and had even crept down between the cheeks of her ass.
"I can feel the tip of my cock pressing against your cherry, sweet little blonde,"
MacIntyre said.
Sarah could feel it too. She could tell that her hymen was going to be no match for the relentless cock of MacIntyre Symms.
"Say good bye to your precious virginity, my little sweetie-pie," MacIntyre said with a grunt.
And at that point he thrust down with his slim but powerful hips sharply.
The thin layer of membrane was stretched as far as it could go.
And Sarah could actually hear her cherry pop at that that point.
She tried to let out a sharp scream of pain, but the scream was muffled by the ball gag she was wearing.
Fresh tears fell from her eyes, and she could tell that her cherry was then gone forever.
She could feel more blood inside her pussy, mixing with her plentiful natural lubrication.
She could feel her own blood dripping, a pink slippery solution, from the base of her pussy, down into the crack of her ass.
That sticky substance was immediately cooling and hardening.
Later it would be so hard that it would flake off each time she moved her round, slim little girl hips.
She thought about all of the plans she had made, all of the fantasies she had had.
This wasn't how she wanted to lose her virginity at all.
She had wanted that special occasion to be quiet, gentle and romantic.
She wanted to be with a man who would care for her, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear as he fucked her for the first time.
But the things MacIntyre was saying were not very romantic at all.
"There it is. The cherry popped. Now there's nothing standing in my way. I'm gonna give you the fucking of your life. By the time I'm done fucking you, you will hardly be able to walk. You're gonna be bow-legged, little girl. Oh yeah, your hot cunt is so tight! So fucking tight," he said, in a voice no louder than a whisper.
MacIntyre's mouth was very close to Sarah's shell-like ear, and she could feel his breath on her cheek as he spoke.
She wished that she could find a way to get the big rubber ball out of her mouth.
She didn't care so much that it made it difficult for her to breath and forced her jaw open so far that it ached horribly.
She just wanted to tell the man how much she hated him.
She wanted to tell him what a thrill it would give her to castrate him with a rusty bottle opener.
Sarah couldn't believe that she was thinking such things.
She told herself that two wrongs did not make a right.
She did her best to stifle her own lust for revenge.
The sharp pain on her cunt from the busted cherry only lasted a couple of seconds.
After that the sensation turned into a throbbing dull ache.
That ache mixed perfectly with the ache she was feeling inside her cunt.
She was starting to learn the association between pleasure and pain when it came to sex.
Stephanie had taught her part of this rule by biting her nipples.
But Sarah could tell the man raping her was going to finish the job.
She knew that the pain was only going to enhance the pleasure she would receive from this ugly rape.
Sarah's cunt was tight and shriveled from lack of use.
Since no cock had ever been in there before, the tunnel was closed and had to be pried open.
MacIntyre would have to unravel and stretch that hole before he would be able to get his cock all the way inside her.
Sarah could tell that the man was pressing down with his hips as hard as he possly could at that point.
But in spite of that fact the tip of his purple prick was only sinking into Sarah a fraction of an inch at a time.
She could tell it would be a very long time before the head of his raging phallus would make it to the magic spot.
That was the spot up past the mouth of her womb where her sexual desire seemed to be the strongest at that moment.
She didn't know what was going to happen when she did get touched On that special internal spot.
She suspected she was going to have some sort of sexual release, some kind of wrenching orgasm.
But she could tell, even in that early stage of her sexual career, that this orgasm was not going to anything like the one her sister had given her with her hot lips, and curious tongue.
Sarah wished that her arms were not bound over her head.
Although she wasn't sure what she would do if her hands were free.
There was part of her that wanted to gouge the man's eyes out.
And then there was part of her that wanted to hold his back and scratch him, begging him to sink deeper into her cunt.
She wished that her feet were not held apart by being tied to the bedposts.
Again she was not sure why she wanted her feet to be free.
Part of her wanted to kick the man right in the nuts so he would never be able to fuck another cunt.
Yet there was an ever-growing part of her that wanted to wrap her legs right around him and cross her ankles at the small of his back, squeezing at the sides of her hips with her slender thighs.
"SO TIGHT! SO FUCKING TIGHT!" MacIntyre screamed so loud that it hurt Sarah's sensitive inner ear.
She winced at the pain, and her ears immediately began to ring.
She felt as if she were caught in the bell tower at Notre Dame with the deaf hunchback.
Even though it took a lot of her energy, Sarah began to arch her back so that her buttocks would not rest so firmly on the bed.
The weight of MacIntyre's body made it impossible for her to actually lift her hips as she had before.
But this movement was a signal to MacIntyre, and he could tell that she wanted his cock inside her just as much as he did.
Sarah was starting to think that she and her sister would never get out of this alive.
This filled her with awful despair, and there was a numbness in her reeling brain that made it difficult for her to think properly.
But at the same time there was a thought like, "If this is the last moment on Earth I will ever know, that I should damn well enjoy it!"
And the growing flame inside her cunt, along with the now steady flow of lubricant juices, told her her body went along with that thought.
There was now no doubt in her mind that she was going to have some sort of climax when MacIntyre's cock touched the magic spot.
"That's it baby. Your cunt is getting all wet and slippery. Yeah, tight but wet. That's the way I like my cunts, little girl. I like my little girl cunts all wet and slippery, just like yours," MacIntyre said breathlessly.
He was working very hard to gain the complete penetration that he desired so much.
Sarah could feel herself being touched in places that she had never been touched before by anything.
Each fraction of an inch of prick violation was a brand new sensation for the pretty little blonde girl.
Stephanie closed her eyes, unable to look at her baby sister getting raped any longer.
She wished there was a way she could plug up her ears so she wouldn't have to hear the horrible sounds that the rape was making.
There was the awful sound of Sarah trying to breathe with the ball gag in her mouth.
And there was the even worse sound of MacIntyre grunting as he struggled to get his whole log up inside her.
But the speed of the penetration was starting to pick up as Sarah's body became increasingly prepared to accept that prick.
She was wetter, and her cunt muscles were so tired there were no longer able to combat the violation.
She heard MacIntyre sigh as he realized the worst part was over, and the rest of the ride was going to comfortable.
"You love it, little girl. Your cunt is so hot. I'm gonna make you love the pain and humiliation I have in store for you," he said, and thrust another inch of his thick rod up her drooling cooze.
Sarah wanted to be able to shout out that his words were not true.
She wanted to be able to tell him that she hated his guts.
But she knew that there was some truth in the words he spoke.
She did want his cock, or maybe she just wanted a cock.
No matter how horny she would get, or how many orgasms he would give her, she still would have traded him in in an instant for a loving partner who would treat her with kindness and respect.
She would have sacrificed that huge cock, and his hunky body, for a skinny little guy with an acorn prick, just for a moment of tenderness.
Sarah could feel the top of MacIntyre's throbbing cock touching the mouth of her very womb.
Her dimpled cervix, at the top of her love tunnel, was now being stroked by his rock hard cock shaft.
Then the tip of his cock touched the magic spot up inside her pussy, and, just as she had expected, she had an orgasm.
And, also as she had expected, it wasn't the same as the one she had had when Stephanie had gone down on her so lovingly.
It was shorter, sharper, and was centered at the magic internal spot.
The climax she had gotten from Stephanie's tongue had been in her clit and had been long and rolling.
This one came from deeper inside and was more like three sharp stabs of pleasure.
Her face mellowed after her climax, and MacIntyre laughed evilly when he realized the mayhem he was causing in the little girl's reeling mind.
Sarah thought she was completely filled up by cock at that point.
She figured there was no way any more prick could fit inside her.
But she opened her eyes and looked between their torsos, which were constantly getting closer together.
She could see that there was at least four more inches of throbbing prick meat left to enter her.
She had no idea where those inches were going to go.
But she knew that the big man was not going to stop until he was all the way inside.
And wherever they went, it was going to hurt like fiery hell.
But he kept pushing down, and those inches of cock meat did go inside her.
She could feel the back wall of her pussy hole being stretched further than it should have ever been asked to stretch.
But by that time her pussy was so aroused, that it was very elastic.
She was relieved that her flesh had not torn open again.
She was glad that nature had a way of taking care of these things.
Although, if she were going to die, she supposed it didn't make any difference if his cock tore her open or not.
She could feel his thick patch of dark brown pubic hair pressing against her own tiny blonde patch.
Their pubic bones were pressed together snugly, and she could no longer look between their bodies, as she had before.
He was directly on top of her, and once again the full weight of his torso made it difficult for her to breathe.
She could feel the thick rug of fur across his chest against her tits, as his weight pressed her tits even flatter than they were already.
She thought that he would start his fucking motion the second he got his cock all the way inside her.
But, instead, he began to gyrate his hips, grinding down on her, moving his cock inside her stretched cunt hole.
He made the walls of her love tunnel stretch this way and that way with his savage, relentless pole.
With this motion he also caressed her throbbing clitoris with the base of his prick making fresh ripples of pleasure run up and down Sarah's spine.
Her mind was so confused that she could no longer distinguish between the pleasure of the fuck and the pain and humiliation of the rape.
"All the way in, baby face. My cock is all the way in. You didn't think it was possible, did you little girl?" MacIntyre said with a laugh that seemed to come from the pit of his stomach.
Sarah didn't want to hear his voice anymore She was trying to float into a dream world in which her lover was good and nice to her.
Each time he spoke he brought the awful reality of the rape back to the very front of her mind.
Then he did start to pull his cock back out of her cunt.
He pulled out until once again only the head of his cock remained inside her torn inner cunt lips.
He paused, looking down at her, with his eyes on fire with passion.
He then thrust down as hard as he could, and drove his whole awesome rod into her soupy poontang with a single thrust.
The savage penetration made Sarah empty all of the air from her lungs.
All of the air had to come out of her nose and her nostrils were forced to flare open for a moment.
At the same time it made Sarah's cunt go into convulsions once again.
The spasms started immediately, and she had her second deep vaginal orgasm of the fuck.
This time she could tell that he was going to make her come many many times before he was done fucking her.
From that point he pulled his cock out slowly and stabbed it back in as hard as he could.
After a few strokes he was fucking her with a smooth steady motion.
He used the entire length of his shaft with each pump of his hips.
He was so tense with his own desire that his ass cheeks were as hard as rocks, and were pressed tightly together.
"Fuck, bitch. That's it. Get fucked. Enjoy this fuck, sweet little girl, for this is the only cock you will ever know!"
Both Stephanie and Sarah winced and felt their hearts drop when he said those awful words.
They only confirmed their worst fears. They weren't going to get out of this alive.
After he had satisfied his warped libido on their holes, he was going to kill them.
And they both knew that their deaths would not be quick.
The man who called himself Baron Brutal would see to that.
He would make their deaths as slow and painful as possible.
But MacIntyre was so horny, he knew that this first fuck was not going to last for very long.
He could already feel his hot sticky come swimming around in the wrinkled sack that held his balls.
He could feel that come working up to the base of his cock, and he felt the little tickle there that told him his come was inevitable.
The pace of the fuck quickly increased, and soon he was working his prick in and out of Sarah's cunt so fast that his hips were a blur.
He was stabbing her again and again with the awesome stiff pole in between his muscular thighs.
And Sarah found that her orgasms were coming more and more frequently.
It soon got to the point where she was having one orgasm after another.
It became difficult to determine when one orgasm ended and the next one began.
It was a lot like she were having one incredibly long come.
The wet spot on the bedspread grew rapidly as she oozed her cream all over the place.
That spot was stained red by the blood that was stilll mixing with her plentiful natural lubrication.
She was so wet that they were making sloppy splashing noises each time MacIntyre thrust down into her.
She could feel her torn inner cunt lips being pulled far out, then pushed back in by the rapid movement of his thick cock shaft.
Then MacIntyre thrust his cock all the way inside the little girl, so once again her cunt lips were wrapped around the very base of his shaft.
His fingers clawed at the bedspread, and he gripped so hard that all of his knuckles turned a blue white.
He threw back his head so that he was looking at the ceiling of the bedroom.
He arched his back and lifted his weight up off Sarah's chest.
His eyes closed very tightly and his mouth fell gaping open.
He let out a scream that reminded the little girl of a werewolf howling at the full moon.
She could feel his cock going into convulsions inside her.
MacIntyre could feel the explosions in his groin as his molten come worked its way up the shaft of his prick.
He bathed the inside of her pussy with his silver seed.
She could feel spurt after spurt of hot sticky come entering her cunt.
She thought that he would come forever, but soon he fell on top of her and was still.
She could feel his cock getting littler right away as the blood pumped out of it.
She could hear him breathing very hard, his heart still pounding wildly.
But all of his muscles were relaxed and his metabolism was slowly returning to normal.
Sarah felt the despair a little girl can feel only when she knows she doesn't have very long to live.
CHAPTER FIVE
MacIntyre Symms lay still for a long time, and Sarah spent most of that time trying to think of some method for escape.
But she was so helplessly bound, that there was no way she would be able to stop him from killing her if he wanted to do it right then and there.
Her only hope was that someone would come to the house and know that something was wrong when neither of the girls answered the door.
She prayed that that would happen, but it wasn't likely, since neither Stephanie nor Sarah had invited anyone over.
She knew that Stephanie was supposed to go to a party that night.
Maybe the hostess would call wondering why she didn't show up.
But the party didn't start for hours and she didn't even know if she would still be alive by that time.
She didn't know that the telephone had been put out of commission.
Finally MacIntyre Symms pulled his now flaccid cock out of Sarah's oozing, still puffy cunt hole.
Even when he didn't have his erection his cock was something to see.
It dangled long and thick between his heavily muscled thighs.
He sat up on the bed and swung his legs over the edge.
He looked down as if he were admiring his own penis.
He could see the ring of blood that had formed at the base of his phallus.
"Come here, Sister Savage," he said to Molly, whose eyes lit up when she realized he was speaking to her.
"What can I do for you, Baron Brutal?" she asked.
Sarah could tell by the tone of the blonde woman's voice that she was completely subservient to the man.
She was a sex slave, just like the ones she had read about.
Sarah could feel a tremendous afterglow in her forced open pussy.
"I have gotten my cock all bloody, Sister Savage," MacIntyre Symms said calmly. Now that he had had an orgasm, and had gotten rid of the ache in his balls momentarily, he didn't seem nearly as much in a hurry as before.
"Would you like to clean off your cock, Baron Brutal," Molly said, tilting her head a little to one side.
When she tilted her head that way she resembled a puppy responding to a very high-pitched noise.
She felt a little silly calling MacIntyre Baron Brutal, but she knew that she would be severely punished if she didn't play along with his games.
He demanded complete subservience, and she had the scars on her back and buttocks to prove that was true.
"Yes I would like you to clean off my cock," MacIntyre said, and there was something menacing and ominous about the way he spoke.
"What should I use? Should I go get some toilet paper?" Molly asked, her eyes wide and innocent.
"No, fool! Use your mouth. I want you to suck me clean," he said, turning up the corner of his mouth into a half smile.
Molly smiled too. She loved sucking MacIntyre's cock. But she knew that he would never allow her to swallow his come.
He wanted to save all of his erections so he could use them to fuck his lovely young hostages.
But a little cock sucking was better than no cock sucking, so Molly was very pleased and immediately moved so that she was standing beside the bed in front of her master.
"I want you to show the little girls how to suck a cock. I want you to take me deep into your throat," MacIntyre said. "The poor little girls are never going to get a chance to suck a cock on their own, and I don't want them to die without them at least knowing how an expert does it."
Molly blushed at the flattery and dropped to her knees, lowering her head so she could slowly clean his prick and give him a new erection.
MacIntyre opened his legs as far as he could, and moved his ass closer to the edge of the bed.
Molly began to kiss at the hard flesh on the insides of MacIntyre's thighs.
As he moved his ass closer to the edge of the bed, the wrinkled sack that held his balls fell over the edge and became available to Molly's mouth.
She kissed slowly up the inside of his thighs, moistening her lips so her kisses would be hot and wet.
She soon got to his balls and she stuck out her tongue as far as she could.
She placed the tip of her tongue on his scrotum and began to move it slowly.
MacIntyre sighed and placed his big hands gently on the top of Molly's head.
"Oh that's good, Sister Savage. You see girls, you have to lick the balls too. You don't just suck the cock. The balls need a lot of attention too."
Both Stephanie and Sarah were grossed out by his attitude.
He was going to teach them something just before he killed them, and that was about as cruel as they could imagine.
Molly licked gently at that sack until it was wet and shiny from her saliva.
She could see blood once again pumping into his cock shaft.
She could tell that it would not be very long before he would once again have a raging erection.
Molly used the fingers on her right hand to gently lift the thick shaft of his cock off of its resting spot on top of his balls.
She pointed the tip upward and then placed her fingertips gently on the underside, pressing it up against his flat belly.
MacIntyre leaned back so she would be able to explore his private parts with her mouth more easily.
She licked the top of his balls where the underside of his cock had been resting.
With the fingertips on her right hand she could feel his prick steadily getting firmer, throbbing each time a little more blood pumped into the shaft.
In a matter of seconds his cock was just as hard as it was before he spilled his silver seed into Sarah's soupy slit.
Molly used the fingers on her left hand to touch MacIntyre on the base of his again aching scrotum.
She lifted that sack up so she would be able to get her tongue underneath.
Molly rested MacIntyre's scrotum on her fingertips for a moment.
That sack was so big that it spilled over the sides of her fingers.
Then she bobbed it up a down a little, looking up into the man's eyes with an expression of complete adoration on her face She looked as if she were trying to determine how much his testicles weighed.
Even though he had come only a few moments before, his scrotum still looked as if it were filled to the brim with hot sticky come.
She lowered her head and once again offered her tongue.
She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth at the underside of his balls.
She heard his gasp with pleasure when she did that.
This made her blush with pride. She was always pleased when she knew she was giving MacIntyre physical pleasure.
She worked her tongue even deeper between his parted thighs. She got the tip of her tongue on the sensitive patch of skin between his balls and his ass-hole.
When MacIntyre realized that this patch of skin didn't have a name he began to call it his taint.
When Molly asked why he called it that he said, "Because taint balls and taint ass-hole.'"
He loved to licked there, and when Molly began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth there, he threw his head back and closed his eyes.
His face began to redden and his lips parted slightly.
Molly then pulled her head out from there, and used her fingers to gently tug at the curly hairs that grew right out of his scrotum.
She opened her mouth and placed her full lips on that sack.
"That's it, baby. Suck my balls. Suck them very, very gently," MacIntyre said, his voice altered by the passion he was feeling.
She searched around with a cotton mouth until she found one of his testicles.
She knew she had to be very gentle while sucking his balls, because she could hurt him very easily.
Hurting MacIntyre was the last thing Molly wanted to do.
The consequences of such a mistake were too awful to think about.
The last time she had hurt him by accident while going down on him, he had beaten her ass with a stick so long and hard that she had been unable to sit down without a pillow for a very long time.
He had opened ugly wounds on her soft round buttocks.
And she still had the scars on her supple ass cheeks to prove it.
She sucked on his balls and felt the muscles in his thighs become tense.
He leaned back a little further and increased the pressure of his grip on Molly's head.
He had his fingers through her blonde curls and was holding her by her scalp.
Molly stuck out her tongue and placed the tip on the base of his cock, right where it joined his scrotum.
She then could taste the blood that he had drawn from the little girl's cunt.
Molly didn't like the idea of tasting that blood, but she knew better than to. complain about anything.
She could see the dilated blue veins that protruded from the shaft of MacIntyre's throbbing cock.
She used those veins as sort of a road map to determine her tongue's route.
She moved her tongue slowly until she was at the very tip.
She played with the little piss hole in the center of his glans with her tongue for a moment.
Molly had gone down on MacIntyre many many times, and she knew the spots where he was the most sensitive.'
He liked to be licked the best on the fleshy spot just below the glans.
He shuddered when her tongue crossed that spot, right where the head of his cock split on the underside.
She concentrated her attention solely on that spot for a long time.
The head of his cock was fully engorged and the skin that covered his glans was stretched tight as a drum skin.
She allowed his cock to lower a little so she could roll her tongue all over the head of his prick.
"Suck it now, Sister Savage," MacIntyre said, his front teeth together so that his words hissed like a snake.
Molly allowed his cock to point straight at her mouth.
She could see it bobbing up and down even though she was no longer touching it.
His piss hole was opening and closing with tiny spasms.
She had sucked him many times and she knew that she had to open her mouth as far as she could for his glans to fit between her lips.
"Take the whole shaft inside you. I want to feel the tip of my prick sink deep into your throat," MacIntyre said.
Both Stephanie and Sarah could tell by the tone of his voice that he was not going to take no for an answer.
There was no doubt in anyone's mind exactly who was in charge in this situation.
Molly opened her mouth as if she were sitting in the dentist's chair.
MacIntyre moved his fingers to the back of her neck.
He could feel the little hairs there were on end, a symptom of sexual arousal.
"If you are a good girl, Sister Savage, I might let you come later," MacIntyre said condescendingly.
Molly glanced up at him for a brief moment with unadulterated gratitude in her baby blue eyes.
She moved her head forward, urged by the increasing pressure of MacIntyre's powerful fingers on the back of her neck.
She took the head of his cock in her mouth. The fit was so tight that it stretched the corners of her lips back.
She sucked on his head and rolled her tongue over the tip at the same time.
But MacIntyre began to push upward with his hips at that point.
She got her tongue out of the way and felt the tip of his cock work its way into her tender throat.
She curled her lips over her pearly white teeth so she would not risk scraping him as he entered her.
She relaxed her throat muscles completely and concentrated on breathing solely through her nose.
Molly could remember the first time
MacIntyre had forced his huge prick down her sensitive throat.
She had figured that there was no way she could do it without gagging on his thick cock meat.
But after a couple of times and a lot of tears of pain, she had learned to relax her throat, and she could give him tight throat with a minimum of discomfort.
He shoved his cock all the way into her, so that her nose was buried in the thick patch of dark brown pubic hair which grew directly above his stiff stalk.
Her lips were wrapped very tightly around the base of his prick and she could feel that lance throbbing within her.
But then he pulled his cock out and looked down to see that all of the blood had been cleaned off of it during this process.
He was satisfied, and made a nonchalant gesture that told Molly he would have no further use for her throat.
MacIntyre poured more ether on the rag and knocked Sarah unconscious once again.
He then instructed Molly to untie her and flip her over on her belly.
Molly knew what he had in mind at that point.
He was going to jam his awesome prick right up the little girl's ass-hole.
She wasn't going to have a cherry left by the time he was done with her.
Molly worked quickly and soon Sarah was on her stomach with her legs parted behind her and her wrists up over her head.
She was once again fastened to all four of the bedposts and Stephanie had her eyes shut trying to forget that all of this was happening.
Only Stephanie's terrified shivering betrayed the fact that she had not lost consciousness.
MacIntyre patted Stephanie gently on the top of her head.
"Don't worry, you with the big boobs. I'll have plenty of jam for you later. I hope you don't mind if I plow your kid sister's ass-hole first, huh?"
Stephanie did not give the man the satisfaction of responding to those words.
She kept her eyes shut and pretended that he was not there. But MacIntyre just threw back his head and laughed violently when he thought of the abuse he had left to inflict.
MacIntyre sat on the edge of the bed with his stiff cock standing at attention in front of him.
He reached back and placed the palm of his hand on Sarah's buttocks.
She had not yet awoken from the knock-out chemical she had been forced to inhale.
His hand was so big and her ass was so tiny, that he could hold onto both of her ass cheeks at the same time.
All he had to do was spread his long fingers far apart and he could grip the whole ass easily.
He ran the palm of his hand over her ass gently. It felt smooth and creamy.
He could tell that the little girl didn't have a single callus on those tender ass cheeks.
He turned around and leaned over so he could shower those buttocks with little wet peck kisses.
He loved the way her ass flesh felt against his lips.
As Sarah woke up she felt MacIntyre prying her ass cheeks apart so he could lick up and down the crack.
"I love the way your ass tastes, baby," MacIntyre said, pulling his tongue out from between her ass cheeks just long enough to speak.
He got the tip of his tongue on her ass-hole and he could see her sphincter contract When he touched it.
She had a cute little ass-hole. He could imagine how tight it was.
He smiled when he thought of the damage he would do the that ass-hole when he shoved his cock up into it.
He used the flat part of his tongue to lick across her ass-hole.
He could taste the blood and cunt juice mixture that had found its way down there when Sarah had been tied to her back.
MacIntyre was pleased that Sarah had woken up so quickly.
He was ready to get to work and his balls were starting to ache with desire once again.
He made his tongue pointy at the tip and tried to push his tongue up into her ass-hole. She was too tight and he pulled his tongue away and replaced it with the middle finger on his right hand.
He ran his fingertip in a slow circle around her tense sphincter.
His touch was gentle and Sarah would have moaned with pleasure if there hadn't been a big rubber ball forced between her teeth.
MacIntyre could feel her ring of ass-hole muscle contracting and relaxing, contracting and relaxing as he stroked it.
Sarah felt that yearning in her ass-hole that had confused her a bit when Stephanie had licked her there.
There was an ache up in her bowels that was not entirely dissimilar from the one she felt up inside her cunt earlier.
She could still feel pain in her cunt, but it was a dull ache and mixed with the ache of desire she felt.
Sarah felt as if something had been erased from her mind.
She felt surprisingly little fear, and everything was on the numb side.
Everything except her anus and her inner bowels, that is.
MacIntyre got his finger in the center of her anus and turned his hand so that his palm was facing upward.
He began to push his finger inside her ass-hole and he laughed as he felt all the muscles in the little girl's body go tight.
Sarah tried to relax her rectum as much as she could so there would be a minimum of pain.
His finger was big, and she knew it would hurt if he pushed it all the way up inside her.
Her backdoor hole was designed to push things out, not let things in.
There would be no lubrication as there was when he penetrated her pussy.
He was going to shove his finger up her ass-hole while she was as dry as a bone.
Sarah knew that after he got his finger up there, he was going to repeat the process with his cock.
She had never even taken a shit that was as big as MacIntyre's erect cock.
She knew she hadn't. She would have remembered something like that.
Sarah could feel her sphincter stretching so that his finger could fit inside.
MacIntyre pushed his middle finger into her ass until he was in all the way to the third knuckle.
He then wiggled his finger around inside her, and Sarah could tell that his finger was neither long, nor thick enough to satisfy the cravings she was feeling in her bowels.
But she had to admit it felt great, and she was starting to think that she didn't care what damage he did to her with his cock, as long as he violated her ass hard and fast with his manhood pole.
MacIntyre worked his finger in and out of her ass slowly for awhile and then pulled it out.
His cock was aching too much, and his balls felt like they were made of lead resting on the bottom of his scrotal sack.
He looked at his finger and saw that there was a cheesy substance on it.
He held his finger under his nose and sniffed.
He then put that same finger under Sarah's nose with a laugh.
"Here, little girl. Smell what your ass smells like. Smell the scum from inside your hot bowels."
Sarah couldn't help but smell it because she was forced to breath through her nose.
In any other context she would have thought that finger stinky, but she didn't find the odor at all unpleasant at that moment.
"Come here, Molly!" MacIntyre said abruptly, snapping his head over his shoulder to look at the blonde woman who had once again retreated into the corner of the sister's bedroom.
"What would you like, Baron Brutal " Molly said with her Bronx accent.
"Suck this finger clean, please. I can't fuck with the smell of ass scum on my finger!"
"Yes, Baron Brutal," Molly said and sucked his finger clean without a single peep of protest.
MacIntyre Symms was ready for the savage ass fuck at that point.
He got on top of Sarah so that his cock was pressed in between her ass cheeks, pinned to his flat belly.
He then got up on his knees and reached back so he could part her ass cheeks with his big strong hands.
He massaged her ass cheeks with strong fingers for a long time, making ugly grunting noises in the back of his throat as he did so.
He then pulled her ass cheeks far apart with a sudden jerk of both wrists.
Sarah's ass-hole was wet from saliva, and she could feel cool air on her anus as her buttocks were pried apart.
She once again concentrated on relaxing so her body would not combat the savage ass rape against her will.
She was so insane with fear and grief that she wanted to absorb as much sexual pleasure as possible before her impending death by torture.
He pulled her ass cheeks so far apart that the skin in the crack was stretched as tight as it could go.
She could feel her sphincter going into tiny spasms at the thought of the abuse it was about to receive.
MacIntyre placed his hands flat on the now crumpled bedspread.
He placed his hands beside Sarah's tiny breasts, which were pressed completely flat against the bed.
He stretched his legs out straight behind him so that his feet dangled over the foot of the bed.
He was looking down at the back of Sarah's head.
Her hair looked honey blonde, perfectly straight, and as soft as silk.
He looked at her smooth back and her sharp shoulder blades.
She was mostly little girl. There was only a small part of her that was woman.
The other sister. Now there was a woman. She had huge jugs, and he had something very special in mind for her.
But sometimes MacIntyre thought that he liked the littler girls the best.
In this day and age of women's lib one had to find younger and younger girls to find true innocence.
He wanted the girls he raped to be just as innocent as he was when his mother had abused him.
And he wanted to make them love the pain, just as his mother had made him love those awful enemas.
He moved so that his cock was pointing downward between the parted cheeks of Sarah's tiny ass.
He ran the tip of his cock up and down the crack of her ass slowly, moving his hips as he did so.
He finally got to the point where the tip of his cock was pressed right against her straining rectum.
"I am the rectum wrecker!" he proclaimed, and began to push down with his hips.
He knew that it would be even tougher to get his cock up her ass than it was to get it up her pussy.
Ah, he thought, but the rewards will make the effort worthwhile.
He heard Sarah begin to snort once again in fear and expectation.
Sarah's jaw was tight with fear. Her teeth bit into the rubber ball.
The man was sick!
He was thoroughly crazy.
Sarah knew he would stop at nothing to satisfy his evil cravings.
CHAPTER SIX
Sarah could once again feel how big the head of MacIntyre's cock really was.
She could tell how far her ass muscle would have to stretch for him to fit inside.
She could feel his glans throbbing, and she wondered if this penetration was possible.
He was already pushing down with his hips very hard.
But her sphincter showed no signs of opening for him
She thought he was going to pop her ass-hole right out.
She concentrated harder on relaxing that muscle, and then, as if by magic, she began to open up.
She could feel that ring of muscle start to stretch, but she was sure now that it would never be able to stretch far enough.
Her sphincter stretched grossly open, as far as it could go, and it still was not open far enough for his glans to enter.
Then, just as when he tried to fuck her pussy, she felt a horrible pain.
She realized that she was feeling that muscle tear and give way.
She felt a trickle of blood coming from her anus.
That trickle ran slowly and thickly into the base of her pussy.
The sphincter was no longer able to resist the penetration.
The head of MacIntyre's relentless cock popped into Sarah's rectum.
She was snorting noisily at the awful pain she felt in her ass.
She wanted to scream bloody murder at the agony she was experiencing.
She could tell that his cock would have no trouble getting the rest of the way in.
The sphincter had been the major obstacle. Her bowels would offer little resistance, if any.
MacIntyre lowered his head a little as he pressed down.
He once again got his lips very close to Sarah's ear.
He began to bite and suck at her ear, and Sarah wanted to turn her head so he wouldn't be able to do that.
He continued to penetrate until her spoiled sphincter was wrapped around the base of his throbbing cock.
Sarah could feel his pubic bush pressing against the top of the crack of her ass.
She didn't think it was possible for something that big to fit in her ass-hole.
But it was possible, and the pain from her torn muscle began to subside.
Just as before the pain seemed to enhance the little girl's horniness.
His cock was plenty long enough to satisfy the yearning she had felt deep inside her bowels.
She could feel her bowels become spastic. She felt epileptic.
She was having yet another kind of orgasm this time centered up inside her grossly violated ass-hole.
Great ripples of pleasure ran up and down the little girl's spine.
She wanted him to start fucking her hard and fast right away.
Her clit was erect, pressed into the bedspread.
She was lubricating her pussy once again, making a new wet spot.
Her body became drenched with a fresh flow of sweat.
The whole room stunk of the savage sex acts that had taken place there.
It was completely dark outside and Stephanie wondered if her parents had made it to their hotel in the mountains yet.
She hoped they would call and get worried when they realized there was no one home.
She prayed that the phone would start ringing, unaware that the cord had been cut long before.
Stephanie did not know that her parents were going to be no help to her.
Her father had managed to get off the main road on the way to the hotel.
They were hopelessly lost in the hills in Upstate New York, searching for a gas station where they could ask instructions.
Then Stephanie realized that if she had not been tied up she would be arriving at Pauline's house for the party in her basement.
She wondered how long it would be before Pauline would call and see why she hadn't shown up.
Stephanie's mind ran in circles and she found that fear had broken her attention span.
But Pauline was a funny girl and she couldn't be counted on to call.
She might be hurt and think that Stephanie was staying away on purpose for one reason or another.
If the savage sadistic couple continued to knock them out each time they were untied, there was no way they could aid their own escape.
She sighed, and thought more than ever that the situation was helpless.
She watched as MacIntyre pressed his hips down hard against Sarah's buttocks.
Stephanie though about the pain the ropes were causing her breasts.
But then she realized that that pain was nothing compared to the pain her little sister was experiencing.
But Stephanie knew that she would get her turn.
MacIntyre loved the way his cock felt inside Sarah's bowels.
He could feel her bowels spasming, caressing the shaft of his prick as they did so.
He gyrated his hips downward for a long time before pulling his hips upward, so he could start his fucking motion.
He got his cock almost all the way out of her ass, and then slammed it back inside once again.
The pain and the pleasure mixed by the time they got to Sarah's brain.
The sensations were so intense that she felt faint, and her mind was encased in a thicker layer of fog.
She felt as if her mind were drifting out of her body, up toward the ceiling.
She had her eyes closed tightly, tears oozing out from under the lids, but she still felt she could look down and watch herself getting fucked in the ass.
MacIntyre began to work his cock in and out of Sarah's butt.
He steadily increased the pace of the fuck as he went along.
Then the pain stopped. The pleasure stopped. Her body was numb.
She could feel his weight pounding down on her, but she felt nothing inside.
She wondered if death would be like that. A sudden peace. A euphoria.
She hoped so. She knew she wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
She was only vaguely conscious of MacIntyre's scream of pleasure.
He thrust his cock all the way inside her ass-hole and left it there.
His fingers gripped at the bedspread and he arched his back sharply.
His face contorted with the pleasure he was feeling.
The come inside his balls was swimming around in a hurry.
It settled at the base of his cock, preparing for the inevitable volcanic eruption.
The come shot out of his cock and filled Sarah's exhausted bowels.
When his come was over he lay on top of perfectly still, and Molly applauded as if he had just given a command performance.
'Nice ass fuck, Baron Brutal," Molly said, not sounding unlike a cheerleader reacting to a touchdown.
MacIntyre pulled his cock out of Sarah's asshole and rolled off of her.
His cock was bloody once again and Molly volunteered this time to suck him clean.
"Do it quick,' MacIntyre said. "Then get me the riding crop. I wanna beat the shit out of this little girl!"
But Sarah didn't hear his words. Her mind had slipped off into a place where everybody was nice to her and nobody thought of dirty things.
Scottsville is such a small town that its police force consists of four men, only two of whom are on duty at any given time.
There wasn't a lot of crime in the tiny village and most of the cops work consisted of keeping the teenagers from drinking behind the shopping center or spray painting their initials up on the top of the water tower.
Police Chief Ronald Kentner was, at that moment cruising behind the shopping plaza in his squad car, making sure the Friday night regulars weren't back there drinking cheap wine and throwing up.
But there was no one. Then he saw something that caught his eye and he parked his car and turned off the ignition.
It looked like an abandoned car that he had never noticed before.
He grabbed his flashlight and went to check it out.
Only, the very tail end of the car was sticking out of the thick brush.
If his headlights hadn't caught the chrome on the bumper he never would have noticed it.
He figured there were probably a couple of teenagers fucking in there.
Breaking up youthful romantic trysts was not his idea of a good time.
He was not the sort of man that believed in a victimless crime.
But if there were two young lovers in there he would have to tell them to move along.
When he shone his flashlight in the back window he quickly determined that the car was empty.
He pulled out a pad and jotted down the year and make of the car, and the number on the rear plate.
His sixth sense was tingling and something told him he should look more closely.
He pointed his flashlight into the back and saw something metal.
He quickly determined that he was looking at a pair of hand cuffs.
A light bulb went on over his head, and he ran back to his squad car.
He called the State Police, his mind racing, searching for something.
Then he remembered a news story he had read two weeks earlier.
A little girl had been found raped and murdered in a house in a nearby county.
Her wrists had been fastened together with handcuffs.
He ran a check on the license plate number and found that the car belonged to one MacIntyre Symms.
Traffic had nothing on him, but a check with the FBI showed that Symms had once been arrested for loitering outside a grammar school.
Kentner went to work. He called the other three members of the town police force, and contacted the county as well.
The Troopers were sending a car around right away. He was onto something hot.
"We've got a pervert in Scottsville and I want him," he told his partner, Jay Warren. "I want someone on the phone calling every number in the whole fucking town. I want to be notified of any irregularities pronto. I'm going to check the lovers lanes and the drinking spots. I'm not sleeping tonight until I know that every little girl in this town is SAFE!"
His face was pale. He shivered at the thought of what might be happening in his town at that very moment.
Police cars cruised past the Simpson home several times and nothing looked amiss.
The lights downstairs were off but the lights upstairs were on.
There was no reason to stop there. Mr. and Mrs. Simpson had not told too many people that they were leaving their daughters alone.
But something was very amiss upstairs in the girls' bedroom.
Molly had finished sucking MacIntyre's cock clean once again.
He did not get an instant erection this time. He would have to wait a little while before he would be able to get it up again.
Molly handed the evil sadist the black riding crop that they carried in the leather bag which now sat just inside the bedroom door.
He walked to the side of the bed with the stiff horse whip in his right hand.
The little girl tied to the bed was perfectly still and her breathing was normal.
She didn't seem tense or nervous. She didn't even seem aware that she was about to be punished thoroughly.
Her eyes were open and blinking periodically, but the strain of her double rape had warped her to the point where very little of her was still in that bedroom with the rest of them.
WHACK!
He brought the horse whip down savagely across the center of Sarah's back.
Stephanie winced when she heard the noise of the blow.
But Sarah acted as if she didn't even feel it. She blinked but her face showed no signs of pain.
This frustrated MacIntyre. It wasn't fun unless he could see the little girl's agony.
He wished he had dragged them out into the woods so the gags would not be necessary.
Whipping little girls just wasn't the same for him unless he could hear them scream.
He beat Sarah a few more times across the back of her shoulders but he got no reaction whatsoever.
His face turned beet red with anger and frustration.
"I think she's had too much," Molly said in a meek voice from the corner of the bedroom Her hands were folded in front of her and she stood with her spike high heels together.
One would have thought that she was a perfect little lady by looking at her.
"Shut up, bitch!" MacIntyre screamed at the top of his lungs. "I'll decide when she's had enough."
He smacked her on the ass with the riding crop a couple of times before he admitted to himself that Molly was right.
But he would never give the blonde woman the satisfaction of letting her know that.
He tossed the riding crop at Molly and grunted with pure hostility,.
"I want you to untie no-tits here, and put her in the chair. Tie. big boobs to the bed. She'll react when I hurt her. Oh yes she will. Won't you darling. Sure. Knock them both out first. I've got to take a wicked piss and then I'm going downstairs to see if they've got anything to eat in this dump."
"Right, Baron Brutal," Molly said, a touch of fear in her big blue eyes.
MacIntyre stormed out and went down the hall to the John.
He pissed without putting up the toilet seat and his aim was not good.
There was urine on both the seat and the floor next to the toilet.
He did a little dance to shake the last few drops of piss out of his cock and then stormed down the carpeted stairs.
It was dark downstairs and it took him longer than he would have liked to find the light in the kitchen.
He rummaged through the refrigerator until he found some cold chicken.
He slammed the refrigerator door shut and sunk his teeth into the chicken flesh.
He tore the meat from the bone savagely and paid no attention when grease got all over his fingers, his lips and his chin.
He was thinking. He knew just what he was going to do the little girl with the big firm tits.
He was going to make that little sweetie-pie wish she never grew those tits!
When the man returned upstairs he saw that the woman had done her job well.
Sarah was tied to the chair, where her sister had been before.
Molly had not bound Sarah's tits the way MacIntyre had bound Stephanie's however.
At that moment Stephanie was on her back on the bed.
She was tied in the same manner as Sarah, and she was tossing her head from side to side, unable to remain still knowing the horrible things that were going to happen to her.
MacIntyre went immediately to the leather bag when he saw everything was in order.
The girls were awake once again, though Sarah looked to be out of it.
As the tinier sister sat in the straight backed chair, her eyes were wide and unblinking.
She stared at Stephanie tied to the bed as if she couldn't recognize who she was.
She seemed perfectly calm and relaxed, but maybe a little confused by the things that were going on around her.
Stephanie on the other hand was struggling to arch her back.
It was a lot of work, without a great deal of effect.
No matter how she strained she could only get her ass cheeks a couple of inches up off the bedspread.
She continued to toss her head from side to side.
Her face was very red from all of this intense exertion.
Her breasts heaved as she sucked air through her nostrils into her lungs.
Her big nipples were very erect with fear. Stephanie could tell that she wasn't going to enjoy getting raped one single bit.
MacIntyre rummaged around in the leather bag, digging his hand all the way to the very bottom.
He then pulled out a long needle, already threaded with a thick black string.
He held the needle up in front of his face and his eyes crossed slightly as he stared at it.
"You have beautiful tits, my dear," MacIntyre Symms said with a sneer.
He curled up his upper lip and looked at Stephanie's heaving breasts.
Stephanie turned her head away. She thought the handsome man looked very ugly at that moment.
"I hope you don't mind if I adorn them a little bit," MacIntyre said, and then threw back his head with belly laughter.
Stephanie closed her eyes tightly, and she could tell that those big brown orbs were all red and swollen.
Her eyes felt as if they were filled with sand each time she lowered her lazy lids.
Being knocked cold by drugs repeatedly had taken its toll, and Stephanie was not nearly as alert as she had been in the beginning of the evening.
"Let me explain to you, little girl. Let me tell you just what I am going to do to those big firm tits of yours," MacIntyre said.
He got up and moved so that he was standing beside the head of the bed.
He looked down at the frightened girl's boobs, and stood with his feet very far apart.
He held the big gold needle with the long black string dangling from the end of it right in front of Stephanie's face.
"I'm going to stick this needle through your left nipple. Yes, I am going to sink it into your nipple flesh until it comes out the other side. Then I am going to draw the string through the hole I have made, and repeat the process with the other nipple. By the time I am done, your nipples will be tied together. All I will have to do is grab the string, which will be by that time stretched tight between the peaks of your twin mountains, and I will be able to tug hard at both of your nipples at the same time. I haven't made up my mind yet, but I may tear your nipples right off when I am through," MacIntyre said.
He spoke slowly and calmly, as if he wanted to make sure that the straining little girl beneath him didn't miss a single word.
Stephanie could feel a fresh cold chill ripple up and down her spine.
New cold sweat began to pour from her forced open armpits.
She opened her eyes, but they were so filled with tears that she couldn't see anything other than a dark form hovering over her.
She closed her eyes again and she felt MacIntyre's left hand on her right breast.
He placed his palm over the tit and gave it a series of sharp squeezes.
He pinched at the nipple, making sure that it was as hard and erect as it could possibly be.
MacIntyre had that nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he pulled it upward until the skin around it was stretched taut.
In his other hand he held the needle, also between thumb and forefinger.
Her ran the pointy tip of the gold needle all around the outside of her tit, just so she could feel a prick every once in a while and know how sharp it was.
"I use gold because it helps prevent infection. It's just one of those things I have to do. I hate infection. My mother always taught me to avoid infection whenever I possible could. It doesn't make any difference that I'm just going to kill you anyway. I don't want you to die with infected nipples," MacIntyre said, running the tip of the needle up the side of Stephanie's breasts, getting ever closer to her protruding nipple flesh.
When he got the needle to the nipple, he began to press the tip into the flesh.
Stephanie opened her watery eyes so she could see what he was doing.
There was some sort of morbid curiosity that made her look at her own nipples being pierced.
All of the muscles in Stephanie's body became taut at the same time.
Her back arched and her ass lifted two inches off the bedspread.
Her face was filled with panic, and she made horrible gurgling noises in the back of her throat.
Stephanie felt the worst pain she had ever known as the needle point sunk into her hypersensitive nipple flesh.
She prayed that she could pass out so she would no longer have to feel the horrible pain in her tit.
There wasn't nearly as much blood as Stephanie thought there was going to be.
Just a few drops dripped from the hole made by the needle.
Stephanie's breasts were bouncing up and down as she panicked in agony.
MacIntyre had to pinch her nipple very tightly to keep from letting it slip from between his fingers.
He watched, fascinated, as the gold needle sunk deeper into the nipple.
He could see a bump on the other side, and he knew he was almost all the way through.
Stephanie gave out a sharp grunt as the tip of the needle did poke out of the other side of her nipple.
MacIntyre let go of the nipple with his thumb and forefinger, and used those fingers to pull the thick black string through the hole he had just made.
He drew the needle over to the other nipple and pierced that one quickly.
He drew the string around and tied it so that it was taut between her nipples.
He then gripped the center of the tight black string and gave it a little tug.
"Imagine how easy it would be for me to tear your nipples wide open right now, my little sweetie-pie," MacIntyre said.
But then he let go of the string and stood up by the side of the bed.
"But no, I think I will tend to your cunt first. Yes, I have something interesting in mind for your cunt."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Poor little Stephanie was in horrible, pained agony as she looked down through wet eyes to see the string going right through both of her nipples.
She could feel her nipples swelling from the abuse they had received.
She knew that the whole speech about infection had been bullshit.
If the man who called himself Baron
Brutal had really been worried about infection he surely would have used alcohol.
Or else he would have certainly put a lit match under the needle before piercing her.
But he had used a dirty needle and dirty thread. Stephanie knew that MacIntyre didn't give a shit about infection.
She could tell that her nipples were going to turn black and blue.
Even if, by some miracle, she escaped her fate of agonized death, her nipples were going to be very sore for a good time in the future.
MacIntyre admired his work for a moment and then returned his attention to the black leather bag.
The bag was sitting on the bedroom floor right near the door, and it was already unzipped.
The evil man bent at the waist and peered into the bag.
Molly could see that MacIntyre's cock was getting bigger again.
It was starting to throb as it dangled between his muscular thighs.
His prick got a little bigger each time it throbbed. Molly could tell that it wouldn't be long before the man had a raging erection once again.
MacIntyre could feel his balls starting to ache when he thought of how much pain the little girl was in.
There was nothing like a good double nipple pierce to give MacIntyre Symms a hard-on on the spot.
He rummaged around in the bag until he found what he was looking for.
It was a shiny black leather glove, which he held or a moment in front of his face.
He snapped his fingers and Molly responded by walking to his side.
"Sister Savage, I would like you to put this glove on my right hand please," MacIntyre said very formally.
"Certainly, Baron Brutal," Molly said still chewing the same piece of now flavorless chewing gum.
She knew what the black glove meant and she had to admit that she was looking forward to watching this part of the torture.
She put the glove on his hand and pressed between all of his fingers to make sure that it was on as tight as possible.
She adjusted the glove where it rested around his thick wrist.
She then lowered her arms and her head, and gave a polite bow.
Molly walked backwards back into the corner of the bedroom to watch.
MacIntyre stood at the foot of the bed and looked at Stephanie's cunt.
He could see that the inner and outer lips were parted.
Her skin was shiny from all of the cold sweat that had oozed from her pores.
There were little bumps along the insides of her thighs, another symptom of her acute anxiety.
The little girl with the big tits and the flowing chestnut hair was writhing on the bed as hard as she could.
Even thought the process was exhausting, she strained against the ropes that held her in that vulnerable position.
She was not going to allow the man the satisfaction of watching her surrender.
She was not going to give up. She would not submit.
Stephanie was determined more than ever to struggle as much as she possible could right up to the very end.
All of this was just peachy with MacIntyre Symms.
There were few things that he liked better that watching pretty little virgins squirming in fear and pain.
He liked it especially when he knew there wasn't a chance in the world that they would escape.
MacIntyre turned away from the little girl for a moment.
He took a few seconds to glance around the girls' bedroom.
Everywhere were the symbols of innocence and purity.
MacIntyre Symms could not help but think of the poetry of William Blake at that moment.
He knew that Blake had been right when he said there were innocent people and experienced people. There was no in between.
One was either a lamb or a tiger in this world. He was a tiger. The girls he raped were lambs.
He looked at the clock sitting on top of the night table.
The clock sat between the lamp and a glass of water with many bubbles in it.
It was a white digital clock with baby blue numbers in front of a black field.
He could see that it had already passed nine o'clock.
He knew that they weren't lying when they said time flies when one is having fun.
He had already been in the house for two hours, and it seemed like he just got there.
MacIntyre returned his gaze to Stephanie. He loved the way she looked with her legs forced open that way.
He loved the way she strained to arch her back and lift her hips.
He knew that she was going to be a great fuck once he got around to shoving his pole into her.
It wasn't often that a man got an opportunity to pop two cherries in a single day.
MacIntyre Symms considered himself a very lucky man.
Not only would he pop two cherries, but those cherries belonged to two of the most delicious teenage girls he had ever seen.
He ran the forefinger on his gloved hand up the inside of Stephanie's damp, red thigh.
He started way up near her knee and ran his finger all the way to the edge of her puffy vulva.
"Sweet, sweet virgin cunt," he said in a low voice.
He was so horny again that his salivary gland was out of control.
He had to concentrate on swallowing frequently to keep from drooling over his full lower lip down onto his chin.
"It's a crying shame what I'm going to have to do to this sweet virgin pussy right now," MacIntyre said.
But Stephanie could tell by the tone of his voice he didn't think it was a shame at all.
She had no idea what he had in mind, but she knew that it was going to be horribly painful.
Just when the sharp pain in her nipples was starting to fade, he was going to find a way to give her new pain.
She wanted to spit out the ball gag so she could tell him he was a sick man and that he needed help.
He ran that single finger up and down her pussy slash, watching his own finger carefully.
He loved the way the black leather looked as it glided across her puffy pink virgin pussy flesh.
"Let me explain the rules to the game we are about to play, my dear," MacIntyre said with an inward smile of amusement.
Stephanie didn't want to hear what he had ' to say, but she also knew there was no way she could keep from listening.
"This game is called, let's see how much fits inside the big-boobed teenagers cunt. The object is for me to get my whole gloved fist up inside your cunt. As you might suspect, that is going to hurt a great deal. Your cunt will have to stretch further open than most women's have to ever. There are grown woman who cannot handle a fist up their twats. Of course some women love it. They love the feeling of being totally filled up by a fist covered in black leather. Isn't that right, Sister Savage?"
"It sure is," Molly chimed in. "I love it. Ummmmmm."
MacIntyre smiled broadly, flashing two rows of straight white teeth as he did so.
"But this may not be your cup of tea. It will be interesting to see how your virgin cunt reacts to such an awesome violation."
He got that single finger in the center of her pussy and began to caress the edges of her inner cunt lips gently.
Then he worked that finger between those lips. Her inner cunt lips were curled back at the edges.
He leaned over further so that his face was between her open thighs.
He was looking right into the parted lips of her cunt.
He loved the way her tight little pussy looked, with its perfect inverted triangle of chestnut colored pubic hair growing above it.
MacIntyre was used to looking at cunts that had hair growing on their outer lips.
Both these sisters were bald alongside their vulvas, and also between the cheeks of their sweet asses.
He loved the way they looked. Pink and hairless. The lack of pubic hair over much of their private parts made them look younger and more innocent.
They looked just like the perfect lambs. Perfect targets for the tiger.
He used his first two fingers to pry open
Stephanie's inner cunt lips.
He pushed those two fingers between those lips and he could feel his fingertips pressing against the thin wall of membrane that had for so long protected the buxom young teenager's maidenhead.
Stephanie found herself remembering how she thought about her virginity.
She remembered feeling that her cherry was precious, and how she restrained herself during long masturbation sessions, to preserve it for the man she chose to be her first lover.
If she had know that her cherry was going to be popped in this savage manner, she would have done things a lot differently.
First of all, she would have had sex with any boy who wanted her.
She would have gathered all of the divine experiences she could.
The thought of impending death turned Stephanie into an existentialist.
She wished that she had broken her own hymen during those many sessions where she gave herself spectacular physical pleasure, always bringing herself slowly to an incredible orgasm.
But that was not the way it was going to be, and Stephanie was very sad.
She couldn't talk herself into getting pleasure from her own rape the way her little sister had.
There was no desire in Stephanie's loins to take the edge off of her unadulterated despair.
MacIntyre began to press his fingers between her inner cunt lips further.
He could feel the cherry stretching at that point.
He knew that that hymen could stretch only so far before it would tear.
He pushed his fingers in a little further and he could tell her protective membrane was stretched as far as it could go.
Stephanie's eyes were so wide they looked like they were going to pop right out of their sockets.
She could feel the pain in her cunt already. She knew that the pain she was feeling at that point was nothing.
It was mild compared to the pain she would have to endure if MacIntyre did what he said he was going to do.
She knew that there was no way he would be able to get his whole fist up inside her cunt without doing a lot of damage.
Even a small fist would have done a great deal of damage to her tight virgin cunt.
But MacIntyre had big hands. Stephanie found herself thinking about the woman who called herself Sister Savage.
She had said that she could take MacIntyre's fist up her cunt.
And she had said that she loved every minute of it.
Stephanie wondered what kind of cunt it took it do something like that.
Stephanie wondered how the woman had gotten to the point where her cunt was stretched far enough for her to do that comfortably.
But her train of thought was broken by an incredibly sharp pain between her cunt lips. She felt as if she had been stabbed in the pussy by a hot knife.
It was her hymen tearing away. MacIntyre's two fingers now moved all the way inside her cunt, touching the little girl in places she had never been touched before.
Stephanie thought about the fantasies she had had about being penetrated for the first time and this made her emotions go wild.
She was very angry and sad, and fresh tears spilled from her eyes.
Her smooth cheeks were already stained by the tracks of her tears.
Now new tears left new stains from her tear ducts down to the corners of her forced open mouth.
Stephanie's jaw had been forced open by the cruel ball gag for a very long time.
It didn't ache as much at that moment as it had before.
But she knew that that was because the muscles had gone through such abuse that they had become numb.
It the ball gag had been removed right then and there, she knew that she would have a lot of trouble closing her mouth.
Her jaw felt as if it were permanently locked in the open position.
Even if she were able to close her mouth, she knew that it would be a long time before she would be able to speak properly.
Stephanie could feel blood in her cunt, oozing from her recently opened wound.
The blood dripped slowly and thickly from the base of her cunt.
In ran into the crack of her ass where it cooled and hardened.
MacIntyre got his two fingers all the way up inside her pussy, penetrating all the way to the third knuckle.
He then reached up and pressed hard at the dimpled mouth of the little girl's cervix.
Stephanie was breathing very hard and her nostrils were flaring each time she tried to inhale.
MacIntyre twisted those fingers around and moved them in and out. He could see blood on the black leather glove.
The sight of more blood made MacIntyre very happy and he could feel his huge cock snap to attention in front of his hips.
He added a third finger, which stretched the inner cunt lips even further.
There was a little moisture forming inside her pussy, which aided in the penetration, but there was no ache of desire accompanying that secretion.
With three fingers, resting side by side, working slowly in and out of her bleeding cunt hole, Stephanie figured that her pussy lips had stretched as far as they would go.
She could feel her inner love tunnel being opened and stretched by those fingers.
When MacIntyre added his pinky, the pain started to roll up her spine into her brain, making her want to scream bloody murder.
She grunted hard and he face turned beet red as MacIntyre placed his thumb in the center of his palm, and began to press his whole hand inside.
MacIntyre could tell that it was going to take all of his strength to get his whole hand up inside that tight cunt.
He placed his big feet firmly on the bedroom floor.
He turned his body sideways for better leverage.
He got the weight of his huge torso behind his hand.
His right arm was straight, the elbow locked into position.
His face turned red, betraying the exertion he needed to do the deed.
For a moment his hand did not move, but then he felt the flesh give way.
Her pussy tore and there was more blood oozing from the base of the slit.
Then his hand went inside, and only his bare wrist was sticking out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Many thoughts went through Stephanie's head as she felt the pain of having her pussy stretched open to the breaking point.
She wondered just how much damage was being done to her.
She knew that the flesh had torn open and that she was bleeding.
But she wondered if there were wounds being opened that wouldn't heal.
She wondered if Baron Brutal was causing permanent damage.
It occurred to the little girl that she may never be able to have babies.
But then she realized that such fears were on the silly side.
What difference did it make how much damage he did to her cunt?
If she was only going to be murdered after the rape, then it made no difference whatsoever.
But there was still something inside the little girl's brain that said she was not going to die for a very long time.
She wasn't in touch with her own mortality enough to believe that her own death at such a young age was possible.
She figured a miracle had to occur at any second.
A knight in shining armor would have to gallop along on his white stallion at any moment to save her and her sister.
Ah, but such are dreams. There was no knight in shining armor in Scottsville.
And Stephanie knew just from reading the papers every day that gurdian angels often fucked off on the job.
The second MacIntyre got his hand all the way up inside Stephanie's cunt, he began to close his fingers.
He did this slowly, feeling the open wounds getting bigger as he slowly clenched his hand into a tight fist.
Once he had his fingers completely closed he began to twist his fist, so the grossly open cunt hole would stretch this way and that way.
But after doing this for awhile, plus working his fist in and out of her cunt a little, his cock was so hard and throbbing so violently he just had to get his prick up inside that bleeding honey pot.
He pulled his fist out of the cunt and held the gloved hand up in front of his face.
He liked the way the black leather looked with the crimson blood on it.
He opened the finger and saw that the blood made strings that connected the fingers.
He smiled and snapped his fingers, which was Sister Savage's cue.
She came to his side and wordless licked all of the blood from the glove.
She looked hungry and wanton as she used her thick tongue to lick between the fingers of the glove.
Then she pulled the glove off of his hand and put it back in the bag.
MacIntyre leaped up on the bed and sprawded right on top of Stephanie.
His weight fell on the string that connected her nipples.
This caused some tearing of the nipple flesh which only added to the little girl's intense agony.
She could feel his huge cock throbbing as it was pinned between their abdomens.
He placed his hands flat on the bedspread on either side of Stephanie and lifted his hips up in the air. She could feel the tip of his cock in her chestnut colored pubic patch.
Then MacIntyre moved his hips again and got the throbbing glans to his penis between her inner cunt lips.
He knew that he was going to have no trouble getting his huge rod all the way inside her pussy.
His gloved fist had done all of the tough work, and now his cock was ready to enjoy a smooth ride in that hot bloody cunt.
He pushed down with his hips and felt his cock slip easily into her steaming poontang hole.
He didn't bother to start out fucking her slowly, and steadily increase the pace as he went along.
He fucked her as hard and fast as he could right from the word go.
MacIntyre knew that he would be able to fuck her for a very long time.
He could tell that he was going to be able to maintain his erection with no trouble.
With two orgasms already under his belt, the edge had been taken off of his lust.
He felt as if he were in complete control of his body at that point.
He would be able to pump her hard and fast, and bring himself to his third climax very slowly.
He could also tell that the little girl was not going to respond to the fuck the way her little sister had.
Stephanie could feel her cunt lips being pulled out and pressed back in by the motion of his humping penis.
But she felt no pleasure. She knew that the cruel way he had treated her had taken away any chance he might have had of turning her on.
She heard an ugly splashing sound as he thrust his steaming hard long prick into her repeatedly.
She knew that that was the sound of her own blood being moved around inside her love tunnel by his rod.
She just tried not to think about the pain, and hoped that he would finish soon.
Although it took a long time, MacIntyre finally had his orgasm and pumped his silver seed into the little girl's cunt.
He was very tired, since he had had to fuck her hard for a long time to get himself off the third time.
He needed a long time to catch his breath, but when he did he pulled out and immediately knew what he wanted to do to the little girl next.
"Prepare for the water sports!" he said to Molly.
She nodded and pulled a huge enema bag out of the black leather bag on the floor near the door.
Police Chief Ronald Kentner drove his car over to his partner's house. Officer Jay Warren was already dressed and heading out the door by the time Kentner pulled into his driveway.
"What's the word, Jay?" Kentner said as Warren climbed in the passenger side of the squad car.
"We plowed through the phone book. There are a lot of people that think they got a crank phone call because we hung up if we heard a calm recognizable voice. There are ten homes that didn't answer and one in which the line was dead," Warren said.
"Which one was that?" Kentner asked, one eyebrow raising into a sharp arch.
Kentner had thick eyebrows that joined in the center.
"The Simpson house on Maple," Warren said, lighting a cigarette.
"I was just by there. There were lights on upstairs, none downstairs. I guess everyone retired early. The girls are probably out and the folks went to bed, if you know what I mean."
"Then the car was in the driveway?" Warren asked, pulling smoke through the filter of his cigarette deep into his lungs.
As he exhaled he puckered his lips and blew three perfect smoke rings into the air.
"You know, I'm not sure," Kentner said. "You've got a list of the houses where no one answered the phone?"
"Right here in my pocket, Ron," Jay said. "I guess we should just go through the list. I hope this is all just a false alarm."
"Notlikely. We'll go to the Simpson house first. God, I wish I'd looked for a car in the driveway."
"I'm surprised you remembered which lights were on. You must have passed fifty houses on the way here."
"I'm paid to remember details," Kentner said. "That's why this bugs the shit out of me. If the folks are gone then the two little ones are in there alone."
He threw the car into gear and left a long patch of rubber on Jay Warren's driveway as he tore toward the Simpson house.
In the upstairs bathroom Stephanie woke up once again and found that she was standing in the bathtub.
She looked up and she could see that her wrists were crossed and tied to the shower nozzle.
The ball gag was still in her mouth but her feet were no longer bound.
She was so short that she had to stand on her toes to cross her wrists on the shower nozzle.
Her calves were already starting to ache and she wanted to lower her heels to the tub.
But her arms were stretched straight over her head, and if she had attempted to relieve the pressure in the backs of her legs she would have torn her shoulders out of her sockets.
Stephanie did not like the idea that she couldn't see her sister.
It occurred to her that Sarah might already be dead.
That was a thought so horrible to deal with, so Stephanie tried to thrust it into the back of her mind.
Instead, she concentrated on her own predicament.
She blinked her eyes several times until she could see properly and looked to her side where she could see the evil man and woman hovering over the sink.
The enema bag was made out of red rubber and there was a black plastic cap on the top.
Coming out of the bottom of the bag was a long rubber hose.
At the end of the hose was a nozzle that was thickest at the tip, designed to rest inside the sphincter.
Since the nozzle was skinniest at the base, the ass muscle would grip at the skinny part and the thick tip would stay inside the ass-hole.
Once inserted, that nozzle would only come out if the hose were given a sharp tug.
MacIntyre rinsed the enema bag off and unscrewed the plastic cap.
There was a clamp on the hose to make sure the water did not flow out prematurely.
He turned on the faucets and adjusted the temperature until it was just right.
MacIntyre liked to give his enemas just short of scalding.
He filled the bag all the way to the brim, so that no more water could possibly fit without causing it to spill over the top.
He replaced the cap and pulled the whole thing out of the sink.
Molly attached the full bag to the pole that held the shower curtain and allowed the long hose to hang limp.
"This part of our game is toilet training," MacIntyre said with a grin.
Stephanie did not know a whole lot about enemas.
She knew that her mother and father kept an enema bag in the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper.
But she could never remember the thing being used.
She knew that enemas were used to help constipated people take a shit.
But she had always figured that modern laxatives had rendered such things obsolete.
She knew that enemas were still used on old people in the hospital.
And she had heard that barium enemas were used to diagnose intestinal problems.
But she had never heard of an enema used in a sexual context, and she had certainly never thought of enemas as a method of sexual torture.
"Let me explain the rules of this game to you, my dear," MacIntyre said, reaching into the tub so he could gently stroke the smooth cheeks of Stephanie's round supple ass. "I am going to put this plastic nozzle deep into your ass-hole. Then I am going to remove the clamp from the hose and the water will start to flow into you. You will want to shit the water right away. Ah, but that is not allowed. Your task is to not let a single drop of water leak out of your ass-hole until the whole bag has been emptied into you. There is so much water in this bag that you may think there is no way it will all fit inside your bowels. You may be right. Certainly the walls of your bowels will have to stretch to let all the water in. There will be pain. Oh yes. There will be a great deal of pain. You will feel as if you are going to burst, and yet you will not be allowed to release the pressure. You see, if you fail, if you have an accident and make a dirty mess before I tell you it is okay, I'm afraid I will have to remove your right eyeball with my pocketknife. That's just to give you inspiration. I want to make sure that you are trying your hardest."
With that MacIntyre grabbed the base of the enema nozzle with one hand and Stephanie's nearest ass cheek with the other.
He tore her tender buttocks apart and ran the plastic nozzle up and down the crack of her sweet ass.
He did this until the tip of the nozzle was pressed against Stephanie's pink asterisk of an ass-hole
Then, with a single hard flick of his wrist, he drove the nozzle deep into her butt hole making the little girl shut her eyes hard for a moment.
MacIntyre gave the hose a gentle tug just to make sure that the nozzle was inside her ass-hole securely.
Just as it was supposed to, her tight sphincter gripped the base of the nozzle very tightly.
He was satisfied that the insertion had been made properly.
Stephanie looked down and saw that the black thread was still connecting her nipples.
Her nipples ached with a throb, and she could see they were starting to discolor from the damage that had been done to them.
She could feel the strain in her calves getting worse.
Her arms ached from being forced high up over her head.
She had lost all feeling in her jaw from the ball gag long before.
MacIntyre removed the clamp from the hose and the hot water began to run into Stephanie's bowels.
For lack of a better place to put the clamp, MacIntyre attached it to her nipple, which was already in pain.
Just as MacIntyre had said, Stephanie had an urge to shit the water back out of her ass immediately.
But when she thought of the penalty for failure, she knew that she had to fight as hard as she could to keep the water inside.
She quickly determined which muscles she had to relax and which ones she had to tighten to do the job.
She knew that the most important thing was to keep her ass-hole gripped around that nozzle as hard as she could.
She could tell that the pressure on her sphincter was soon going to cause her unbearable pain.
But she would have to keep that muscle tensed anyway.
The alternative was much too awful to think about.
By the time the bag was half empty, Stephanie was sure that no more water could possibly fit up her ass.
Her face was horribly contorted and bright red from pain and exertion.
She looked over her shoulder at the man and woman in the bathroom with her.
She was a little upset by the fact that her torturers didn't seem to be paying too much attention to her.
In fact, as the water slowly ran deeper into Stephanie's intestines, MacIntyre turned to Molly and decided that she had been a good assistant and deserved an award.
He kissed her firmly on the lips and Molly was in Heaven.
She didn't receive affection from MacIntyre very frequently.
But when she did she savored every moment of it.
The kiss started with lips closed, but those lips soon parted.
They touched the tips of their tongue gently together.
Molly ran her hands up MacIntyre's naked back to the nape of his neck.
He ran his right hand down her side until he found the slit at the side of her red tight dress.
He got his fingers inside the side of her dress, and caressed her inner thigh.
Molly gasped as she felt his fingers running slowly up the inside of her thigh.
His fingers were constantly getting closer to her pussy.
Molly was on fire with desire by that time. Her loins burned.
She had watched quietly as MacIntyre fucked the little girls.
She had sucked his cock and licked blood clean from his glove.
But she had been given no pleasure and her cunt was a pot of boiling honey by the time he finally touched it.
Her cunt juice was hot and MacIntyre could feel that her pussy flesh was as swollen as it could get.
He penetrated her pussy with three fingers for a moment and then got her erect clitoris on the tip of his forefinger.
Molly had an unusually large clitoris. Her love button looked more like the penis on a small boy.
He moved that clit around in a circle, gently at first, and then pressed down hard on it with his finger.
That was all it took to tip the curly headed blonde woman over the edge into a blissful series of sharp contractions.
She pressed her hips forward, urging her sex master to press her clit harder with his finger.
He flicked his forefinger across her huge spasming little man in the boat as hard and fast as he could.
Molly's screams of pleasure echoed against the white tiled walls of the bathroom.
After her orgasm was over, there was a moment of tenderness between the two.
He placed his wet forefinger in front of Molly's sweaty face.
She took that finger in her mouth and sensually sucked her own cunt juices off of it.
Molly loved the way her own cunt juices tasted and she used her tongue to roll over that finger, looking very much like she was pretending to suck cock.
When the finger was clean and the flavor was gone, MacIntyre and Molly heard Stephanie making straining noises in the back of her throat.
The enema bag was empty. She had taken the whole load.
MacIntyre smiled and crossed his arms as he looked at Stephanie.
"That's a good girl," he said. "You have managed to empty the bag without spilling a drop. I guess your eyeball is safe. At least for a little while."
He reached out and got the hose to the enema in his firm grasp.
With a sharp tug he pulled the nozzle out of her straining ass-hole.
"RELEASE!" he screamed with a grand gesture of his arm.
Stephanie looked down and could see that her belly was bloated outward.
She was feeling incredible cramps down there from the abuse her bowels were receiving.
MacIntyre's word was the sweetest one Stephanie had ever heard.
She clamped down on all of her diaphragm muscles at the same time.
She relaxed her sphincter, and heard herself make a thunderous fart.
The initial blast of enema water spewed from her stretched hole.
It shot the length of the tub and splattered against the white tiled wall behind her.
The whole room stank horribly from her enema water.
After that first blast, the rest of the water landed in the tub.
Stephanie looked down and saw her chubby little toes swimming in the stained water.
She was completely exhausted and she didn't know how long she would be able to support her own weight.
She knew that her shoulders would be injured severely if her legs gave out.
The last bit of enema water rolled down the backs of her legs thickly.
"Cut her loose," MacIntyre said with an amused smile.
Molly cut the rope that held Stephanie's wrists to the shower nozzle.
The muscles in her legs gave way and she fell hard into the tub.
She sprawled on her back, not caring that she was getting covered with her own stinking enema water.
For the first time since the two sadists had arrived in her home, she was awake and there were no ropes holding her ankles and feet.
For a moment she thought that this was her big opportunity to escape.
But that thought only lasted a second as she realized she was too exhausted even to stand.
Her nipples were getting even purpler, the wounds in her cunt had stopped bleeding, but still hurt a great deal, and the muscles in her arms and legs were so strained she found it very difficult to move.
MacIntyre and Molly hovered over her, and any attempt to escape she might have made would have been squelched immediately and would have increased the severity of her punishment.
MacIntyre had to take another piss so he decided to use that fact to further humiliate the little girl.
He stood by the side of the tub and took his long flaccid cock in his hand.
He proceeded to urinate all over Stephanie, with a satisfied look on his face.
"Golden showers!" he said with a belly laugh, and Stephanie could tell she was going to cry again.
She would have thought that there were no tears left in her.
But out they poured and her whole body heaved with her sobs of despair.
When MacIntyre was done pissing he shook off the last few drops.
"Our work here is just about done," MacIntyre said.
Stephanie did not like the sound of that statement at all.
"Sister Savage, I would like you to clean up in here. Wash the little girl off and get rid of that odor. Then bring her back into the bedroom. I think we'll kill the one with the little tits first. I want big boobs here to watch that piece of the action. I think it will be fun to watch her as she sees her own sister being brutally murdered."
"Yes, Baron Brutal," Molly said and turned on the shower so she could wash Stephanie.
"Sadism is so much fun!" MacIntyre said gleefully.
He rubbed his palms together, and his deep brown eyes twinkled at the thought of the double murder he was about to commit.
At that moment a squad car with "SCOTTSVILLE POLICE DEPARTMENT" written on the side pulled into the Simpson driveway.
CHAPTER NINE
Ronald Kentner's face was a picture of concentration.
His jaw was firm and he could feel his heart pounding.
There were butterflies in his stomach as he drove into the driveway.
Real hot police action was rare in Scottsville.
Kentner had only fired his gun on duty once before.
And that shot was in the air when a shoplifter tried to run away from him.
But he had a sneaking suspicion he was going to need his gun in the very near future.
He reached down and fingered the handle of his .38 caliber police special.
It rested in his holster on his hip. It was loaded. He was ready.
He immediately saw that there was no car in the driveway.
There was a possibility that there was no one home.
The Simpsons might have left the upstairs light on just to make it look like there was someone home.
But Kentner's sixth sense told him that wasn't the case at all.
Then he looked up and saw the bathroom light go off.
"Let's go!" he screamed and in a flash he and Warren were out of the car.
They ran up onto the front porch and Kentner flung the screen door open.
His hand went to the gold knob on the inside door but it was locked.
"Stand back," he said to his partner and gave the door a boot.
It flung open and the two men charged into the dark living room.
They had their guns drawn, and their senses were sensitive to any sound.
At that moment Molly was dragging the exhausted Stephanie back into the bedroom.
MacIntyre was sharpening a knife he was going to use to slice the little girls up.
He heard the sound downstairs of the door being kicked in.
His eyes went wide, and his heart was filled with panicky fear.
He went to the leather bag and pulled out his own handgun.
It was a snub-nosed .38, much like the pieces the cops carried.
He forgot about the girls and charged into the hallway.
The cops heard the sound upstairs and moved to the base of the stairs.
MacIntyre Symms charged to the top of the stairs and all three men fired.
There was a horrible scream of pain, followed by a thump.
But there was no more shooting, and the howls of pain broke the silence.
Stephanie felt a twinge of hope pierce her despair filled mind.
Molly still had ahold of her, but the blonde woman looked scared shitless.
Ronald Kentner found the living room light switch and turned it on.
His partner behind him they walked slowly to the top of the stairs.
They didn't know that the only armed person was already down.
When they got to the top of the stairs they saw MacIntyre Symms curled up in a ball on the floor.
His gun had fallen from his grip and he was still screaming in pain.
They could see a growing pool of blood beneath him, staining the rug.
Jay Warren placed the toe of his shoe under MacIntyre's body.
With his foot he flipped the evil sadist over on his back.
It was then that the two cops saw where the man had been wounded.
They could see that the blood was coming from his groin.
Although blood obscured the details, MacIntyre's prick had been severed and his scrotum was no more than a blood filled sack.
A single bullet had done all of the damage to his manhood.
"DONT SHOOT! DONT SHOOT!" they heard coming from down the hall.
Molly let go of Stephanie who collapsed to the floor.
She looked to her side and saw that Sarah was still bound naked to the straight-backed desk chair.
Stephanie was relieved beyond words that Sarah was still alive.
They made eye contact and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity there were twinkles in their eyes.
Molly charged out into the hall with her arms over her head.
Three more cop cars, two from the county, and a state trooper pulled up in front of the house at that point.
But all of the action was over. Molly was handcuffed and led into the backseat of a waiting car.
No one was in a big hurry to aid the injured MacIntyre Symms.
But eventually an ambulance was called and he was taken away on a stretcher.
Reporters showed up and started to take pictures of the man as he was put in the waiting ambulance.
He had lost consciousness, the pain from his severed cock being too much to bear.
Ronald Kentner took the gags out of the girls' mouth and released Sarah from the chair.
He called for a lady officer to come from the county and supervise the handling of the two young rape victims.
They were taken to the hospital and quickly treated for their wounds, and more importantly, for the mental stress they had undergone.
The Simpsons had arrived at their hotel in the mountains by that time and were notified that there was an emergency back home.
Needless to say, they returned to Scottsville immediately and went to the hospital to be by their daughter's side.
It was quickly determined that the girls had not suffered a great deal of permanent damage.
Sarah's wounds from the whipping would heal quickly, as well as any damage that had been done to her cunt and ass-hole.
Stephanie would always have tiny scars on her nipples from the piercing but she was assured that they would be hardly noticeable with time.
The story made splash headlines in the nearby Rochester newspapers.
It was discovered that with the capture of MacIntyre and Molly, seven brutal sex murders had been solved.
MacIntyre refused to talk in the hospital, but Molly made a complete confession and signed it.
The girls spent three days in the hospital and were given a set of appointments to keep with a specialist psychologist to be treated for the mental scars left by the horrible attack.
By the end of the summer both girls seemed to be getting along just fine.
They had terrible nightmares for awhile, but they came less and less frequently with time.
Their sexual organs healed perfectly, and though there hymens were gone forever, they were getting to the point where they were getting horny again.
Stephanie learned an important rule from her experience.
She learned that life was short, and one should not put things off.
She decided that she didn't want to be a little girl anymore.
She wanted to have sex. Real sex. Sex with a boy who would love and respect her.
She didn't even care if she had to fuck a few guys before she found the one that was right for her.
Sarah decided that she was still much too young to be thinking about things like that.
She went the other way, and figured she was in no hurry to grow up.
But Stephanie was determined to live a sexually satisfying life.
She didn't even care if she tarnished her reputation in Scottsville.
Everyone knew that she was the one that had been raped, and that did nothing for her otherwise pure reputation anyway.
So when the first day of school came around, the following fall, she was ready to quickly find herself a man.
To her delight she discovered that there was a new boy in town.
He was in her class and he was very, very handsome.
She hoped that he acted as nice as he looked and took no time in introducing herself on the very first day of school.
She learned that his name was Donny and that he had just moved into town from nearby Caledonia.
They hit it off really well, and soon discovered that they shared many of the same interests.
They liked the same music, the same movies, and had read many of the same books.
Yes, he knew that she was the one that had been raped, and no, it didn't affect the way he thought about her.
After knowing each other for only one day, both Donny and Stephanie knew they were going to be lovers.
Stephanie could feel her cunt getting all wet and slippery just thinking about her first real fuck.
There was going to be a party at Pauline's that Friday night.
Donny asked Stephanie if she would be his date, and she said yes repeatedly.
She knew that she was going to fall in love, and this made her the happiest little girl in the world.
But it was only Wednesday and she had two whole days to wait.
Time moved very slowly, and Stephanie feared the magic day would never come.
CHAPTER TEN
But Friday did finally come and Donny arrived at Stephanie's door at exactly seven thirty in the evening.
Stephanie hoped she could keep her cool. She was so excited that she felt like jumping out of her skin.
"Hi, Donny," she said sweetly and waved good bye to her mom and dad.
Mr. and Mrs. Simpson liked Donny, and they were glad that Stephanie had a boyfriend.
They had been very worried about their little girls ever since the rape.
Mr. Simpson had read that rape victims often become sexually dysfunctional.
And though he didn't like the idea of his little girl having sex, he was pleased that she still felt sexual desire.
Both parents were pleased that their daughters had coped with the trauma so successfully.
Stephanie took Donny's hand as they began to stroll slowly toward Pauline's house.
She gave it a little squeeze and felt a shiver run up and down her spine when he squeezed back.
They used their thumb to caress each other's hands in an innocent form of foreplay.
"I'm so glad that you like me, Stephanie," Donny said in his deep voice. "I was afraid that, well, after what happened, you wouldn't care much for boys. I'm glad you realize that all guys aren't pigs like that one."
"Oh Donny," Stephanie said. "You make me want to cry for happy when you say that. I was worried about that too. But when I saw you, I knew I was okay. I'm very glad you like me too. I was afraid no boy would ever want to touch me again. I figured there wasn't a guy in the world who would like his girlfriend to be splashed all over the headlines in the newspapers."
They looked into each other's eyes with expressions of young love.
They were so caught up in. each other that they almost walked into a tree a couple of times.
"I want to make it with you tonight, Stephanie," Donny said, a little nervously.
He was afraid that he was rushing things. He didn't want to blow the whole deal by pushing Stephanie too hard toward a physical relationship.
But his fears were relieved when Stephanie smiled at him, lust in her eyes.
"That's the best idea I've ever heard, Donny," she said.
They stopped walking for a moment and kissed right there on the sidewalk.
The kiss became soulful and passionate. Their lips were wet from shared saliva by the time the kiss ended.
"There's a big field out behind Pauline's house," Stephanie said as they continued walking. "We can sneak out there and make ourselves a bed of grass. I want you to make love to me more than I've ever wanted anything in my life."
Donny could feel his cock getting hard in the front of his tight faded jeans when the pretty girl with the huge tits and hourglass figure said that.
He had never thought that he would have a girlfriend as beautiful as Stephanie in a million years.
They were both very, very horny by the time they got to Pauline's.
They wanted to go out to that field right away, but they knew they had to be sociable.
They waited until the basement was packed with people.
When it got to the point where they figured they wouldn't be missed, they sneaked out the back door and headed out into the grassy field.
Though it was autumn, it was a warm night, and it would not be uncomfortable to get naked outdoors.
It was a long walk. It seemed like it was going to take forever for them to get far enough away from the house so they wouldn't risk discovery.
But they finally got a place behind a row of wild shrubs.
Donny slipped his hands around Stephanie's slim waist and pulled her close to him.
Her could feel her tender hips grinding against his.
Her huge tits were pressed against his broad chest and she got up on her toes so they could kiss once again.
Then they fell to the ground and rolled in the grass, caught up in the passion of their desperate embrace.
"I want you so much, Donny," Stephanie said breathlessly. "I ache for you."
"I want you too, Steffie. Let's get naked," Donny said.
"Yes. Naked as the day we were born. Beings of nature. Sharing our pleasure," Stephanie called out.
"Let me undress you. Just be still my angel. Let me take your clothes off for you," Donnie said.
"I want to feel your cock inside me. God, my cunt is on fire for you."
Donny was pleased to hear his new girlfriend use language like that.
Now that they were going to be lovers, they didn't have to worry about the stiff rules of society any longer.
There would be no taboos between them. They would thoroughly explore the pleasures they were capable of giving one another.
Stephanie was very still, and she could hear her heart pounding as Donny pulled her tee shirt up over her head.
He gasped when he got his first glimpse of her big tits.
The nipples were hard and erect and he took them each hungrily in his mouth, sucking and licking at them.
He never noticed the tiny scars left in her nipples, nor would he have cared if he did notice.
His sandy blonde hair fell down over his forehead as he removed her sneakers, then her socks.
He sucked her toes one at a time, and kissed her feet adoringly.
He undid the top of her tight designer jeans and pulled them and her panties down at the same time.
Stephanie lifted her ass up off the grass and wiggled her hips as he tugged them down.
She bent at the knees and pointed her toes as he removed them.
They were thrown carelessly aside and Donny stood so he could quickly remove his own clothes.
In a moment they were both naked, rolling in the privacy of their own Garden of Eden.
Stephanie was on her back and Donny was kissing at the insides of her thighs.
Stephanie could tell that she would come quickly when he licked her pussy.
Handsome Donny placed his nose close to Stephanie's cunt.
He inhaled, his nostrils only a fraction of an inch from her swollen cunt lips.
He sighed and told her how much he loved her odor.
"Taste me," Stephanie said, and could not help but moan at the thought.
He offered his tongue and began to lick lightly at the outer lips of her cunt.
Stephanie began to moan and groan loudly, and she gyrated in the grass.
Donny's cock was as hard as a rock and standing out stiff as a board.
His balls ached, and he wanted to fuck her badly.
He licked at her inner lips, between those lips, and soon worked his tongue up to her erect clitoris.
He dabbed at her clit with the tip of his tongue, and Stephanie quickly got to the point where she was right at the edge of orgasm.
He then put his tongue on her love button and kept it there.
He moved her little man in the boat in a slow circle.
When her heard from her groans that she was quickly approaching her climax, he flicked his tongue across her clit.
Her hips bucked upward and she drew her knees back.
He wrapped his strong arms around her slender thighs and licked harder.
She screamed with bliss as the great explosions of ecstasy started in her cunt and spread quickly throughout her writhing torso.
Donny licked at her clit until he was sure that her orgasm was over.
Her muscles relaxed but she was still panting like a wild animal.
"Fuck me now. I can't wait any longer. Stick your cock into me right now. DEEP!" Stephanie screamed.
Donny could still taste her cunt juices on his lips as he mounted her.
Stephanie was bent at the knees. She lifted her feet up out of the grass.
All of her cute, chubby little toes were tightly curled under.
She clawed at his back passionately with her long red fingernails.
She lifted her feet up in the air until she was making a perfect "vee" with her legs.
Then she crossed her ankles at the small of his back.
She squeezed at his sides with the insides of her slender thighs.
Donny moved his hips so that the tip of his stiff cock was pointing at her cunt.
He got the head of his prick between her inner cunt lips.
Stephanie gurgled as she felt those lips open and take his glans inside. She had been afraid that she would have nightmarish flashbacks.
She worried that her trauma would hurt her ability to enjoy her first real fuck.
But Donny was so loving, and so gentle, she only thought briefly of her rape.
The two incidents were so different, she didn't associate them in her mind.
He lowered her hips slowly and slid his cock into her pussy.
He penetrated a fraction of an inch at a time so Stephanie would want him more.
Stephanie could feel the ache near the mouth of her womb get worse than it had ever been before.
By the time he was all the way inside her she had the first deep vaginal orgasm of her life.
She could tell that she was going to come many times before he was through fucking her.
He ground his hips downward and then pulled his cock out.
He withdrew his hips until only the tip of his prick remained inside her cunt lips.
Then he plunged back in, using the whole shaft of his cock.
Her inner cunt lips were wrapped tightly around the base of his prick.
The intensity of the pleasure she was feeling boggled her mind.
This was ten times better than any pleasure she had given herself during her many masturbation sessions.
He fucked her incredibly slowly for a long time.
Donny concentrated on making the moment last forever.
He wanted to give Stephanie a maximum of pleasure before allowing himself orgasm.
But the pace of the fuck slowly increased and he could feel the ache in his balls getting worse.
Stephanie was snapping off climaxes at an amazing rate, and she didn't know that such things were possible.
Donny could tell that he wouldn't be able to keep himself from coming for much longer.
Natural lubrication spilled plentifully from the base of Stephanie's cunt.
They make sloshing noise between their hips as they fucked.
Donny could feel Stephanie's tight cunt muscles gripping at his cock.
She seemed to be sucking him inside each time he thrust into her.
He could tell she was going to suck his balls dry with her talented cunt.
Soon the handsome teenage boy was fucking the little girl as hard and fast as he could.
She clung to him hard with her legs, and she felt as if they had become one person sharing a single pleasure.
And they came together, their howls of bliss blending in the clear night air.
Great gobs of come shot from the end of Donny's prick.
Stephanie could feel the inside of her cunt bathed with silver seed.
She clung to him hard with her hands, her arms, and her thighs.
The orgasm seemed like it would go on forever at that moment.
Stephanie knew it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to her.
She was in a hurry to find out all of the wonderful things they could do.
They lay still for a while, coupled in the starlight.
'How long do you think it will take for you to get hard again?"
"A few minutes. Let's just neck for awhile and we'll see."
"I want you to fuck me in the ass, Donny. I want you to fuck me in all of my holes."
"You keep talking like that and we won't have to wait as long as I thought."
They kissed passionately and rolled from side to side.
When they looked around they could see-nothing but weeds and bushes.
If it weren't for the sounds of the party they would have thought they were in the middle of nowhere.
They could hear laughter off in the dark distance.
Donny kissed Stephanie sensuously on the side of the neck.
He worked his lips slowly down her fantastic body.
He got his mouth on her tits once again and showered them with kisses.
He sucked on each of her nipples until they were hard and erect.
He could feel the blood pumping downward in his body.
His balls started to ache severely once again at that point.
His cock throbbed and it got bigger with each throb.
Donny moved so that he was lying on top of the pretty little girl.
She lifted her legs far up in the air so his upper body pressed against the backs of her thighs.
She draped her knees over his strong, broad shoulders.
His cock was as hard as a rock and ready to fuck.
The thought of anal intercourse had them both extremely horny again.
He got his body at the proper angle and pressed his glans between her ass cheeks.
Stephanie grabbed her own tender ass cheeks and pulled them apart.
Donny pressed forward with his hips and felt the head of his cock on her ass-hole.
Stephanie was so relaxed it hardly hurt at all when he pierced her sphincter.
All of their muscles in their body went tight as he pushed his cock deep in her bowels.
He didn't stop pressing forward with his hips until his whole cock was in her.
Her ass muscle gripped hard at the base of his throbbing cock.
He fucked her hard and fast.
There was pain.
But, oh, Stephanie thought as she moaned, it was such sweet, sweet pain!
