Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In RAPED AND RAVAGED SCHOOLGIRL, Kathy Beddingfield finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Although Kathy suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Kathy Beddingfield pushed back her long blonde hair, drawing her knees together while modestly straightening her blue plaid skirt.
She was the picture of innocence, the girl thought, the ends of her lips curling into a slight smile. If they only knew what she was feeling right now.
Her smile grew full, almost womanly as she shifted her pert little ass on the seat and felt a hot little twinge tweak her cunt. A slight tremor in her cheeks was the only indication that something was amiss with the young blonde.
The thought of a man and woman fucking again and again rushed through her mind, clouding it, pushing out all other thoughts, until her young, virgin body ached for the touch of a man. Her nipples were hard and itchy, poking up against her bra and sending little electric charges of excitement rushing into her pussy.
Thank goodness her mother wasn't going to be around for a while. Her mother watched Kathy like a hawk, seeming to guess what was starting to run through the teen's mind. She had grown tired of her mother's relentless morality and overseeing.
Now, for the first time, she was on her own, or sort of.
It was a high school excursion with Mr. Jensen, the biology teacher and Mr. Hawkins, the chemistry teacher, helping two others on the trip. The whole bus had chatted excitedly on the long trip down from Lompoc to Los Angeles, most of the kids never having been outside of Modesto.
Kathy's best friend Janice Wilkens kept talking about sneaking away from the group and try to flirt with some of the locals. The thought made Kathy's cunt sizzle, the electric shocks rushing up and down her tight young thighs making her wince. She was so hot, so very, very hot. The itching pulse was sapping her strength while juice oozed from her fuzzy fuck slot and dampened her nylon crotch panel.
It was all she could do to look interested during their trip to Griffith Park Observatory, the L.A. County Art Museum and finally Hollywood, where they now stood in front of what appeared to be a medieval castle.
Some Hollywood businessman had had the thing brought over from Spain in the thirties, reassembling it brick by brick.
It would have been interesting if her mind hadn't been whirling around with the ideas put in her head by Janice. If only they could get away from Mr. Hawkins. He was going on about the style of the building.
Kathy kept thinking about some of the neat guys she'd spotted through the dirty windows of the bus.
Janice was giggling, making faces and jerking her head toward the door.
"Is something wrong, Kathy?"
"Oh! Oh, no, Mr. Jensen. It's just that-oh, I'm a little tired, that's all."
She nearly jumped from her skin. He was almost on top of her, his warm breath stirring the tendrils of her hair just above her neck. He had a way of staring at her that unnerved the teen.
Kathy backed away, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt and trying to compose herself. Her nipples were itching like crazy now and her clit seemed drippy wet.
Sucking in a ragged breath, Kathy did all she could do to compose herself, feeling her knees knock together. It was shameful to be feeling this in front of a teacher.
"You know, there's more to this castle than we're showing everyone," he said, laying a warm palm on her shoulder and guiding her away from the group.
Kathy followed, her heart beating a mile a minute. She had a crush on this man, although taking one of his classes was just out of the question! He was just too hard.
Too hard?
The thought made the teen blush furiously as she turned and looked up at his neatly trimmed black beard and moustache. He wasn't like the other science teachers at school, all flabby and out of shape.
He looked more like a football coach. And the way his deep baritone voice rolled over her made the girl nearly faint with desire. She followed his lead, unsure if she should motion to Janice to let her know where she was.
"I know the owner of this place. We're old Vietnam War buddies," Mr. Jensen said.
He seemed to be guiding Kathy toward the center of the castle. The sound of Mr. Hawkins' voice grew fainter. Mr. Jensen rubbed his nose, growing silent for a moment as if considering something.
Kathy almost stopped, then felt his hand between her shoulders again, pushing her forward.
"You're shivering," he said, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's a little damp."
"Ah, yes. Well, these old walls get that way even here in Southern California. Must be something in the stone. This old place has towers and keeps and even a dungeon. The old man who built it was a little odd."
Kathy nodded, trying to return the smile, but finding it impossible. It was getting hard for her to breathe.
They moved through several more short corridors, the sound of their feet echoing against the flagstone walls.
Kathy was about to say something when Mr. Jensen turned down a long corridor. In a moment Kathy found herself once more in the bright sunlight. It was a walled-in area where two large towers shot up to the sky.
"Do you know your medieval history?"
"No, not really, Mr. Jensen," Kathy muttered, looking around her as they moved through the large courtyard to the other side. She was starting to wish she had stayed behind.
"This is the most heavily fortified building in the castle. The keep! It'll house four hundred men and women. Amazing that this is still here."
She watched as he took a ring of keys from his pocket and opened the door.
"You have keys to this place?" Kathy asked in amazement.
"Professional courtesy. Come in. I think you'll enjoy this, Kathy."
She thought about turning around, but something authoritative in his voice moved the teen forward. Pushing some stray strands of blonde hair from her eyes, the teen walked through the low doorway, then followed him down a narrow flight of stone stairs into a huge, wood-paneled room.
The girl stopped, her eyes rounding while her nostrils flared. Beads of cold perspiration dotted her forehead and began to trickle down her back as she looked around.
There were all sorts of strange, frightening-looking instruments hanging from pegs driven into the stone walls.
"Something wrong? It's a history lesson."
"Please, Mr. Jesnsen. I want to go back," she said, turning around.
What happened next made the girl cry out.
She felt two big paw-like hands grip her by the shoulders lift her from the floor, turning her around and shoving her against the wall.
It was Hank Jensen hurting her this way, his long Angers pressing painfully into her flesh, pushing her back, back against the wall.
Kathy opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Shock and fear had stolen her voice. She felt her feet stumbling over one another while her legs seemed to turn to rubber.
He still held her, slamming the girl hard several times against the hard surface without saying one word. Kathy finally found her voice and began shouting for help.
"Somebody, help me, help! Oh God, he's hurting me so bad!"
"Shut up, you little slut! Don't tell me you didn't know what I was going to do!"
"No, no! That's not true!" Kathy screamed back, her face flushed with fear and pain.
She could hear his thick-heeled boots crunching against the floor as he pushed himself up against her, his fingers roaming all over her body. She could feel her dress bunching up around her waist, his hot hands cupping her ass and squeezing until she squealed in pain like a stuck pig.
He was humping up against her, dry-fucking her while kissing her neck and sucking on her flesh.
Kathy screamed, curing her fingers into two balls and beating them against his chest. But it was as if she had cotton balls on the ends of her arms. Nothing could stop him.
Hank stopped for a second, jabbing with one. knee and roughly thrusting her legs apart. She felt his right hand scoop under her panties, his thumb pushing up against the crotch panel and shoving the silken material up into her cunt. The result was shocking!
Kathy gasped, her eyes bulging out while her knees tried unsuccessfully to snap back together. He was still pushing the panties up into her cunt when he pulled her from the wall and shoved her away from him.
Kathy stumbled away, her legs tangling together, her body pitching to the floor. She crashed at the foot of the stairs, her hair splashing over her face.
Hank Jensen was a maniac, a wild man hovering over her, threatening her!
For the first time in a long while Kathy felt real terror. This was something more than the fright she had experienced in the movies or while watching TV. This was real. The flesh along her thighs and her ass-cheeks crawled.
Kathy saw him come one step closer to her. She whimpered, drawing back. The light from the overhead bulb caught Hank's face. It was tight, drawn, serious and bent on hurting her. She could read the awful message in his pale blue eyes, a message she had never seen in the teacher before.
"No, no, Mr. Jensen, please!"
The plea died on her lips. His forehead wrinkled and the skin around his eyes tightened. He enjoyed watching her crawl on the floor this way, like an insect.
Kathy looked around frantically, her eyes catching the steps behind her. Madly the girl tucked her legs under her, leaping up from the floor and trying to reach the steps. Hank was faster, his hand shooting out and his fingers grabbing the teen tight around her wrist.
Kathy screamed, her body pitching forward, her arms swinging out wide.
He slapped Kathy hard across the face, his fingers leaving a large red mark on her right cheek. Her head snapped back and her legs buckled under her. No one had ever touched her this way in her life! The teen shrieked, her body slamming down hard against the stairs, the edges cutting hard into her thighs.
It was the worst pain she ever experienced! Agony throbbed from her hipbones up to her ribs. The teen tried again to climb the stairs. She felt a tugging at her skirt. It was Hank, pulling her down by the hem, laughing at her as she curled her fingers and dug the nails into the concrete like claws. She had to get up those stairs!
"No! You're not going anywhere, Kathy."
He pulled her down, throwing her onto the floor, then stepping forward and placing one booted heel squarely on her knuckles.
Kathy screamed, feeling the tiny bones crushing under the heavy weight. She pulled and tugged, her face blanching from the horrid agony. He rocked back and forth, increasing the weight, laughing at her while her cries grew more frantic. It was only when the teen thought she would pass out from the agony that he pulled his foot off, scraping the heel on her arm, then kicking her away.
Kathy rolled over several times, her skirt gathering up around her waist. Modestly, she pushed the garment down, scooting backward away from the big man now standing spread legged in front of her.
Looking down, Kathy saw that he had torn her blouse in several places, and her skirt's zipper had ripped open.
"No, get away from me!"
Kathy waved her hands in front of her as if she were warding off an evil spirit. Laughing, he slapped one hand down and grabbed her blonde hair, filling his palm with strands that curled around his fingers. He chuckled one more, jerking her face close.
Kathy's head snapped forward against her will, her mouth striking the side of his boot. Her lower lip cracked. In a moment she tasted blood.
Mr. Jensen was growling like some animal, pulling her forward like a bag of shit, cursing her as she let herself grow limp and slid over the uneven concrete dungeon floor.
"Ooooooo!" Kathy moaned.
Her hand and head ached. She could feel some of the strands of hair tearing from her scalp. But to fight him would only make matters worse. She would have to play along and wait until she found a weak spot, then run for it. But now he held all the cards, dragging her toward what appeared to be a stand of some sort, then letting her go.
When she blinked her eyes open Kathy saw him unzipping his pants, rubbing his cock with one hand. Fascination and horror hit the teen at the same time. She had never seen a man's cock, never!
Oh, there had been all those pictures in the sex education books. But never, never had she seen a good, hard long prick. Something in the teen made her watch as he reached into his pants and pulled out that thick, eight-inch cunt-splitter with the purple, double-lobed cockhead. She drew back, one hand over her mouth to suppress the cry of surprise welling in her throat.
"Like it, eh? Most girls do, especially when it's in their pussy, sawing back and forth. You want me to fuck you with this, Kathy?"
"No, no," she cried, jerking her head back and forth.
"Liar!"
It happened so quickly. His right hand snapped back, waving high above his head before arching down and slamming roughly against her head. Kathy screamed, the force of the blow upending her from the floor and sending her rolling against the wall once again.
It felt as if she had been hit with the force of a speeding truck. Her cheeks, neck and skull ached and throbbed as she lay on her belly, covering her face with one arm. He would kill her. He would kill her with that awful fist of his.
She felt him sliding his filthy boot under her arm, rubbing the pointy tip up against her lips. She tasted something awful and drew back, rubbing her mouth violently.
Her ass-cheeks skated back against the floor as she stared at. How thick and long his cock was. How odd it looked, sticking straight out from the opened trousers, something very wet oozing from the piss-slit and hanging down like a threat from his cockhead.
All the filthy words she had giggled over with her best friend Janice came back now with a frightening reality, making her agasp.
Kathy sobbed, her back against the wall, her fists clenched and pressed against her thighs. She was angry, angry and frightened over what was going to happen to her.
She was helpless sitting here, the sharp stone shards pressing up against her ass. Dizzy with fright, the young teen waited like a lamb about to be slaughtered.
Hank kept his eyes focused on her, pushing his pants down, then reaching around and pulling off his boots before stripping completely.
He had a good body and most of the girls in the class had fantasized about it. Without his teacher clothes, he looked more menacing than ever.
Kathy's hair stood on end as she thought about those instruments on the wall, picturing how he could use them on her!
He moved closer, his big cock waving at her, striking his hips.
It was crazy, but Kathy felt her nipples grow taut, straining against the cups of her bra. An itchy spasms passed through her pussy, making the tiny muscles tighten, release, then tighten again, working her puffy cunt-lips against one another. It was a sensation that made the teen want to sight as much as scream.
"Kathy, little Kathy. I've seen you in the halls and thought about you all the time! Maybe fucking you in the ass, maybe sticking my cock down your throat and having you suck me off. Yeah, that would be good, wouldn't it? Wouldn't you like to take his mother in your mouth and suck it down all the way? Bet I've got something in here that's gonna taste real good."
Kathy shook her head, horrified at what the teacher was telling her. He scratched his balls, savoring her helplessness as he towered over her, jerking off slowly, watching her eyes widen even more.
"I used to sit on the toilet and jack-off thinking about you and some of the other girls. This is gonna be real nice. Fantasy becomes reality, right here! And you'll be a part of it all."
She was listening to him, her body becoming more and more alive with the horrid words. The itchy sensation between her legs became more concentrated.
She screamed, watching his hand come down a second time. The fingers and palm struck her hard enough to daze the teen, sending her rolling to her right side.
As she started to groan again, he bent down, wrapping his fingers around her hair and dragging her to the center of the tiny cell. This was it, she thought, her blouse tearing completely free low. He would rape her like a mindless animal.
CHAPTER TWO
There were all those awful tearing sounds, the sounds of her blouse and skirt being ripped from her body. Kathy whimpered and cried out, her hands trying to grab hold of some shred, something to cover herself. But the wild man seemed to be all over her at once, snatching her bra from her, ripping her skirt down over her thighs and finally sliding her panties from her ass.
He enjoyed her struggle, slapping her several times with the back of his hand, then beating her savagely over the thighs until she finally relented.
Kathy groaned, feeling herself stripped completely. In a moment she felt him hurl himself on top of her, his weight crushing the air from her lungs. His hot, hairy body pushed hers against the floor, his knees knocking hers apart, his prick scraping up and down over her cunt-lips.
Kathy shrieked, arching her spine while pushing her head backward against the concrete. Sparks of utter delight showered into her young, virgin cunt from her cut. Again and again the soft underside of his cock-head slipped over her cut, the shaft sinking between the puffy cunt-lips.
Kathy had never felt anything this good before in her life! No one had told her fucking could be like this!
"I knew you'd like it," Hank Jensen panted in her ear, biting down on her lobe until she cried out.
His teeth tore at her throat, making the teen feel as if she were being raped by a mad dog.
As her terror grew, more and more perspiration flowed from her, slicking down her flesh.
Flexing her thighs, Kathy raised her ass, inadvertently pressing her belly against his. Hank took it as a sign of her sexual arousal and bore down on her, driving his cock-head hard against her cunt.
"Nooooo!"
Somehow Kathy managed to pry her hands free the moment she felt his prick-head snugging into her cunt. Curling her fingers, she clawed the nails over his face, leaving eight long red lines on his cheeks.
Surprised and howling in pain, Hank reared back, giving the teen the needed seconds to roll free and spring toward the stairs. She had made it to the third stair when she felt his hands gripping her hair, yanking her back savagely.
He dragged her back and threw her to the floor, kicking her with his bare feet.
"No one, no one does anything like that to me!" he shouted at her.
Kathy sobbed in terror, sorry she had ever tried to protect herself. The girl tried curling into a ball. But when she heard something scrape against the wall near her she had to raise her head to see what was happening. The cat-o'-nine-tails!
He had torn the weapon from its hook and cracked it now above his head, the leather thongs striking against one another and sounding like small pistols exploding in her ear! The girl shrieked, scrambling on all fours, her tits hanging down and slapping together.
Kathy felt the black leather thongs bite into her supple right thigh, leaving four long red marks on her white flesh. It felt as if someone had touched her with a hot poker. She screamed again, reaching around with her right hand and rubbing the injured area.
Hank jerked the cat back a second time, cracking it near her face, making her scream and cover her cheeks with both hands while tucking her feet under her ass.
But nothing would help her. The cat came down again, the thongs cutting into her left thigh, burning into her flesh. A flash of heat shot up her thighs, exploding into her cunt with a wonderful golden burst of pleasure.
Kathy jerked back, her ass sliding over the cement floor while her tits jiggled against her chest. Hank followed, cracking the cat rhythmically in the thickening air between them. He was the hunter, crouched with that horrid weapon, ready to strike it against her at the slightest provocation.
She darted her eyes from one corner of the room to the other, searching once more or some ray of hope, some doorway of escape.
Nothing but the gray, grim reality of despair.
The leather thongs came down again, dancing against her body, smacking dryly over her flesh and leaving long red welts.
Kathy sobbed, choking on her own cries as she ran first to the left then to the right, on all fours, whimpering like a cornered, terrified small animal.
"No, no, no," Kathy repeated over and over again, her stomach tight and sickened with despair.
He was on top of her, his body blocking any possible route of escape. His cock was sticking straight out, the veins taut and blue, pressing against the tight outer skin of his cock-rod. The head was swollen to the bursting point, excited by what was happening to the helpless blonde teen.
Hank slammed the black leather thongs down against her lower back, laughing as the knotted tips chewed into her ass, two of them stretching her asshole and yanking it out of shape. It was as if someone had pushed a live coal into her shitter!
Kathy yelped, falling to one side, her legs spasming. She was having a fit of terror, all her muscles going into spasms as she fell into irrationality.
"Baby, you're something else," Hank said under his breath, bringing the whip down again across her stomach, then taking the handle and shoving it up between her legs.
Kathy screamed, jerking her knees together, feeling the ribbed leather handle slide past her cunt-lips and screw an inch into her pussy. The muscles cinched down, her pussy walls buckling in as if a man were sliding his prick-meat into her. She bucked, her ass muscles clenching and unclenching, a red flush of passion spreading from her belly and up to her tits.
"Love having something up your cunt, don't you? You and the others, pretending to be so damned innocent, when all you really want is a good, hard cock!"
The words burned into her brain as Kathy squirmed under the handle. She felt her shoulders scraping against the floor, then the wall behind her as she kicked back, her legs drumming the floor.
The cool, scraped leather of the handle pushed deeper and deeper into her, spreading her drippy cunt-slot apart, snugging up against the taut little muscles. Kathy twisted her face, staring wide-eyed at the low ceiling above her. She felt him twisting that handle around and around, pulling it out a little, then pushing it back into her cunt.
Twice the teen tried jerking her knees together, slapping down at Mr. Jensen to push him away. But he continued holding her, fucking her, pushing that horrid handle into her cunt. His free hand roamed all over her body, smoothing over her thighs, caressing her tummy, then sliding up to her tits and squeezing the taut little nipples until she squealed.
Suddenly Kathy screamed, her spine arching, her head jerking back while she thrashed wildly under him. She felt a pain, a horrid agony as that rod began pressing against something deeper inside her. It was pure, excruciating pain.
Again and again the teen screamed at the teacher, begging him to take the thing out. Twice Kathy nearly succeeded in forcing the rod from her cunt. But Hank only slapped her back, temporarily stunning her while corkscrewing the handle deeper into her body.
When Kathy screamed again, she felt something tearing deep inside her. Her face reddened, then blanched white while a pulse leaped through her throat. Her hair splashed over her cheeks while her legs pounded the floor.
Kathy felt faint, her muscles relaxing as she collapsed against the floor. There was no fight in her, she thought, any longer. He had done his worst.
"Fuck," Hank said to himself, pulling the handle out and examining the slick leather. "Sweet young thing was a virgin. Well, hell, the blood'll only make things nice and smooth down there."
"No, no, no more," Kathy panted weakly.
Kathy felt as if she would faint any moment. She prayed for that second. Withstanding this horror was taking its toll. It was as if Hank had drained every ounce of strength in her body.
"More, baby, much more."
Mr. Jensen reached under her arms and pulled her toward the center of the room.
Kathy half-closed her eyes, still feeling the ebbing throbs of her violated, torn cunt. She would get him. She would get them all for doing this to her. He would pay for all the pain she had to endure.
Hank dropped her once more, kicking her onto her back, then balancing himself while jabbing one toe into her cunt. Kathy's body involuntarily jerked and convulsed while he fucked her this way, kicking her in the pussy, then bringing his heel up and kicking her head with it. The girl let out a yell of pain, rolling herself up into a ball once again and swatting back at the big man.
"You got one tight cunt! And one loud mouth! I think you've gotta get something outta your system. And I've got just the ticket for that one, Kathy!"
Kathy still lay limply, feeling this was the best defense against this madman. She felt him drawing her up, pulling her back, her heels dragging out in front of her. Opening her eyes a bit, peering through her blonde lashes, the girl saw a wooden structure to her right, the top half of which had been opened earlier by Hank.
Before the girl had a chance to focus her eyes, she felt her arms being thrust in front of her. There was a clicking sound, then the sensation of something very rough slamming down on her upper arms.
It was a pillory! Hank had pushed her forward, trapping her arms in a kind of whipping post! Getting out was impossible, as he had flipped shut a combination lock at the left side of the device.
"What are you going to do?"
Hank gestured all around the room, grinning down at her. "With all these things, you have to ask?"
Kathy preferred not to share at the devices, each one ore threatening than the other. Slowly he moved around to the front, stroking his cock back up to the steely hardness she had seen as he'd whipped her with the cat.
"You might get to like all this!" His thick lips curled into a smile. "In fact, I could use you to recruit some of the girls at school."
"No, never!" Kathy spat in indignation, jerking her head back while Hank bobbed his cock in front of her.
Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it around and around until the teen opened her mouth to scream. Then he shoved his prick in, the fat cock-head bouncing over her front teeth, sliding over her tongue and finally coming to rest against her tonsils.
Hank warned her quickly not to bite down or he would really hurt her. She gagged, feeling the spit building up in front of his prickhead while the taste of his pre-cum made her want to swallow. It was so bitter, so bleachy-tasting.
He was moaning softly, tearing at her hair harder, growing more and more excited as he worked his hips from left to right and poked his cock-head against the insides of her cheeks.
The flavor of his pre-cum was getting stronger and stronger. His breathing was becoming more and more irregular while his hands pulled more strands of hair from her scalp.
It was only with great difficulty that Mr. Jensen stopped sawing his cock through her mouth, puiiing out slowly, then smearing the mixture of spit and cum over her nose, her chin and her cheeks.
Kathy shivered with revulsion, curling and uncurling her fingers and wishing she could tear that filthy cock from his groin and flush it down the toilet!
Kathy turned her head and spat out the foul mixture of pre-cum and spit, swallowing and finding she was coating her throat with the slime.
Hank, meanwhile, had moved behind her, grabbing her ankles and sweeping them from the floor until her body was parallel with the cement. The resulting strain on her entrapped arms was painful!
Kathy squeezed her eyes shut and let out a long low sigh, feeling the splintery rub of the pillory against her flesh. She thought for a moment her arm would break as he held her against his body, doing something above the young teen.
Kathy heard rattling and wished she could move her head around to see what was happening. The stockade prevented her from doing that. In a moment the girl felt something soft yet firm wrap around both ankles, binding them together. It was leather, she guessed, another strip to torture her with. There were rattling sounds, then the sensation of her feet being raised higher and higher.
Hank had bound her ankles together with a ten-inch leather strip, then fastened the piece to a series of chains dangling from a pulley system screwed into the ceiling overhead.
He was pulling on a balance rope now, drawing Kathy's legs higher and higher until her body was stretched out, the hips and ankles angled higher than her entrapped arms.
Kathy sobbed, her eyes burning with tears while her tits hung down. It was obscene to be this way-stripped nude, stretched like a piece of beef, her legs high in the air behind her!
Hank fixed the rope on a nearby wall ratchet, then strolled over to her, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"You haven't finished me off yet, Kathy. We've still got some time to go," Hank said, tracing one finger over a welt that rose nastily from her surrounding flesh.
The girl winced at the touch, thinking she would vomit as she hung there.
"But we'll make this even more interesting than it was before."
"No, please, Mr. Jensen, no!"
She pulled wildly at her arms, feeling her legs sway back and forth against the overhead chain. Looking down, Kathy could see that the pillory was nailed to the floor, braced by four wooden poles on either side. If she had hoped to knock it down and create a commotion and confusion, she was wrong.
She bounced her ass up and down, the asscheeks wiggling invitingly against one another. Finally she stopped, feeling her head pound more violently while her heart raced.
The whipping, the rape, everything had happened so quickly, so unexpectedly, like a surprise nuclear attack.
Kathy groaned, her head brushing against the top of the pillory while Hank rolled a large barrel over from the shadows. Kathy looked down at it, noticing two spigots sticking from one side.
"You girls always like to flirt with men, wiggling those tight little asses in front, showing off your legs during class, making cocks stick up when you've got no intention in putting out!" Hank went on, talking more to himself than to Kathy. "You're gonna find out just how we pay off that kind of attitude."
Fascinated, Kathy watched as the big man screwed on a long, black rubber hose to the right faucet, then screwed on a steel clamp near the tip of the faucet. She noticed, to her horror, a long ridged steel nozzle at the other end of the hose.
The barrel, she thought, contained something liquid. Kathy swore she heard sloshing as Mr. Jensen rolled it toward her.
Now he was uncoiling the rubber tube, holding the nozzle in one hand, then bringing it around behind her until Kathy lost sight of it. She whimpered as she felt his hands caressing her ass and spreading the cheeks apart. In a second she felt something very cold brushing up against her shitter.
Kathy groaned, cinching her asshole tightly shut, trying to force out that steel nozzle, twisting up against the wrinkled, gray/pink shitter-lips!
"No! No! Take it out! Take it out! You're hurting me!"
Hank doubled his efforts, shoving in hard, slapping her with his hand until her asshole relaxed.
"Better," he said, shoving the nozzle in, then threading in more hose before the girl cried out again.
Kathy thought she could feel the steel tip hit a kink again.
Kathy thought she could feel the steel tip hit a kink in her bowels. She flushed a bright red!
"Aiiiieeeee!" Kathy screamed as she felt Hank moving the hose around, stirring the steel thing inside her like a spoon.
Again she begged him to take it out and again Hank ignored her cries. She felt her ass muscles clenching instinctively around it, increasing her pain.
She tried to push out, to eject that awful thing like a hard lump of shit. It was buried too deeply inside for anything like that to help. Kathy knew she was trapped for good, hooked to this barrel.
"Now, we'll see just how it feels to have something inside you besides that cat," Hank said.
"No, no!" Kathy screamed.
But Hank was bent over once more, twisting open the spigot, letting in something that, Kathy was sure, would kill her!
CHAPTER THREE
Kathy let out a long sigh, her body twitching against the pillory and the chains holding her legs out and up. She felt something cold and wet splashing into her bowels, stretching the lining, distending the cramping muscles aching through her tummy. It was the worst thing she had ever felt in her life!
The teen groaned, her arm muscles knotting as she tried twisting around to relieve the cramping sensation in her belly. Nothing worked. The nozzle spat out the vile liquid in her shitter, cramping her, making her gag with agony while Mr. Jensen watched and laughed at her discomfort.
"Now, you'll start to feel a little-well, high," Hank said, rubbing his nose. "Inside the barrel is real beer, not the modern slop most Americans drink. The owner still brews his own here. It's powerful, strong enough to make you pass out after having an ass full of the stuff for a while. But I'm going to make sure you don't take that route."
Kathy heard more noises behind her-the sounds of metal against metal, of something rolling in her direction. She could feel the liquor starting to ooze through her intestines, swelling them against the other organs. She thought she would explode, her belly blasting to pieces inside her as the beer kept hosing into her ass.
The sight of a large gray box being wheeled in front of her took her mind off the spraying liquor for a moment. Blinking her eyes and shaking the hair from her face, the teen saw that Hank had pushed a large portable generator in front of her. At first Kathy had no idea what he was doing. The wires hanging from the sides swung slowly from side to side, rusty small clamps attached to the free ends.
Hank whistled a country tune, now and then turning to check on the teen strapped to the pillory. Once he slipped his fingers around the black rubber hose, adjusted it, sliding it in deeper. It felt as if he were shoving a knife into her ass. Kathy arched her spine a little, widening her knees as if that would somehow make the torture easier.
More liquor began to spray out from between her shitter lips, threatening to dislodge the spigot shoved deep in her asshole. Hank saw the danger and moved to the barrel, turning off the flow of beer and readjusting the hose. Kathy sighed with relief, feeling the liquid warming in her bowels, sloshing around in her belly.
She was about to beg Hank once more to let her go when she felt his fingers slipping around her swollen, greasy cunt-lips. She winced, her cunt going into mini spasms as his fingers brushed over the tops of her golden cunt-hairs, then turned around and began scratching at the tender flesh.
Something sharp, something that made the teen cry out in pain bit into her right cunt-lip. She flinched, her body shuddering against the bonds. Hank had taken one of the clamps attached to the wires and slipped it over an area just below her cut. Kathy gulped in a lungful of air and was about to protest when another clamp slipped over her left cunt-lip, the tiny steely teeth nibbling into her convulsing flesh.
"Ohhhh, no, no, what are you doing to me?"
Hank kept silent, moving around and working with a rat's nest of wires, cursing while he worked. Finally separating them, he pinched one open, then knelt down.
He was playing with her nipples now, pinching them, pulling them with his fingers before attaching a third clamp to the hurting nipple. Then the second bit into her right nipple, making her think that a small animal was biting her, chewing at the most sensitive spots of her body.
"Now, answer me. Are you going to suck my cock like a good little girl?" Hank asked, moving around in Front of her and cupping her head in both hands.
"No, never!" Kathy screamed.
"I thought you might say that."
Hank shrugged, pleased she had refused to take his prick. Kathy wondered why he asked the question. He had forced her to suck his cock before. He could do the same now, unless he just wanted an excuse to do something else to her, something far more awful.
Once again he disappeared from view, shuffling around behind the gray box and switching it on. The girl could hear a steady humming sound that filled the dungeon.
Kathy broke out into a cold sweat, perspiration leaking from under her arms while her heart beat wildly against her rib cage. She expected to feel agony and pain that she had never experienced before in her life! She waited, the long period seeming endless.
There was a moment when she thought he was just toying with her, watching as she groaned in agony, waiting for a jolt that would never come. Then the first shot of current exploded through the wires, sparking into her body and making her roll in her bonds. Kathy gagged, her cunt-hole tightening while her ass went into spasms from the electricity sparking into her.
The pain was awful, drilling through her bowels and chest. She could feel her cunt spasming, the itch intensifying horribly while her clit twitched and smarted. It was horrible, feeling this kind of pleasure while at the same time rolling around in agony.
Hank swore, then switched the current down to a gentle, almost caressing purr.
"No, uhhhh-take it off me! God in heaven, don't do this to me!" Kathy moaned, her head hanging low, her tits swaying gently against one another.
Thousands of tiny fiery needles began pricking at her distended nipples and cunt-lips now. The weight of the clamps and wires pulling at her tits and cunt-lips added to the itchy delight throbbing through her The beer was making her disoriented and the electricity caressing her body was making all her nerve endings stand up and shiver with delight.
"Uhhhh!" More current!
She jerked, her crotch and ass tightening while she felt her cut flinching and a tiny orgasm spill out. The current was threatening to burn her tiny orgasm spill out. The current was threatening to burn her tiny muscles as it sizzled through her, making the teen cry out once again. Hank turned toward her, leaving the machine and stroking her face. She knew he had to feel some of the current in his fingers when he touched her. He seemed to relish the sensation, stroking her cheeks lovingly, stretching her mouth wide open with his thumbs and pushing his prick-head up against her teeth.
Reluctantly, Kathy opened her mouth wide. Again she felt the fat cock-head sliding over the tip of her tongue, pushing her cheeks out, rubbing down until the bloated prick-tip bounced against her tonsils and touched the back of her throat.
She gagged, trying to swallow her spit, but the electricity was making all her bodily functions difficult to perform. She felt Hank fucking her mouth steadily now, groaning as the current added to the spice of having a teen's mouth tighten around his throbbing cock.
Hank slapped her, then pulled his cock from her mouth, telling her she was good, too damned good to keep sucking cock that way. Regaining control, the big man moved to the machine and turned the switch one notch higher. Kathy screamed, her body stiffening.
Her veins stood out against her throat and forehead while her eyes glazed. She thought she could smell burning flesh as the electricity heated her skin. Keeping the high level, Hank rushed to the wall and grabbed the cat, swinging it over his head, then bringing down the knotted leather thongs against her ass and lower back. Kathy could barely feel the leather stinging her flesh.
Again and again Hank smacked the cat against her back, leaving long red marks atop the former ones, watching as more welts rose from her shivering white flesh. It was more than the girl could stand. Kathy opened her mouth and shrieked, spittle frothing out from the corners of her stretched lips and running down her chin.
Hank brought the cat down, the leather curling around her ankles, threatening to tear the skin from her bones.
Kathy shrieked, her body bouncing against the pillory, pulling at the chains, making the pulleys rattle against one another. Hank dropped the whip for a second, moving behind the generator and switching down the current for a moment, giving the teen a breather.
Kathy sagged in her bonds, gulping in air until she coughed and gagged from the effort. She sobbed, shaking her head in disbelief. The feel of the pillory chafing her wrists, the leather thongs binding her ankles, the clamps pulling at her nipples and cunt-lips-they were all in her imagination, things that would disappear when she awakened.
Hank had switched the current to an even higher level. Kathy writhed and jerked spasmodically, her body a twisting, rolling mass of tortured flesh. The pain inside her was enormous, making her feel that something was tearing and ripping her insides to pieces.
She felt the nozzle finally shoot from her asshole, a torrent of beer and shit spraying from her shitter and staining her thighs and ass. A powerful climax exploded deep inside her, the muscles pinching down painfully against nothing while the clamps still held on.
"So, you want more? That's just the kind of girl I thought you were! Not like some of the others who fainted the first time they felt electricity shoot into them."
Hank was pleased, cranking up the machine to full power. Kathy's body was a blur, bouncing up and down, strands of her hair sticking straight out while her head snapped from side to side. She was coughing and spitting. She pissed on the floor several times, all body functions now completely out of control.
The teen could feel her heart skipping beats while the blood boiled in her veins and arteries. So this was what it was like to be electrocuted!
Hank couldn't stand watching the teen bounce around much longer. His cock was about to burst with lust. With a violent movement he shut down the machine. But Kathy still jerked up and down, her muscles having been set into an awful pattern of spasms by the high amperage of the machine.
The girl felt Hank pulling the clamps off her nipples and cunt-lips. She cried out again and again, her words making no sense at all, while she threw her head from side to side. Kathy felt her legs being lowered, felt the thongs being unwrapped from her ankles and felt her arms being pulled out of the pillory.
"Come on, bitch, you little slut, come around!" Hank shouted at her, slapping her face again and again until finally Kathy felt her mind clearing. It was then he threw her shoulders back against the wall, driving her down to the floor, then throwing himself on top of her.
Once more the girl felt his cock rubbing against her cunt. But this time she knew there was no cherry to stop him. Hank held her fast, his hands sliding up, squeezing her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples like the clamps had done. He was rolling them around and around, bringing his mouth up and finally biting down hard on the right nipple.
Kathy shrieked, drumming her legs against the floor as Hank raised the heavy tit up by the distended nipple. She thought he was going to tear the tit from her body when he let go and pushed his hips forward, the hot cock-head pushing through her cunt.
"Oh baby, nice and hot and tight, just the way I like it."
Kathy tried pushing him away again, her heels sliding against the floor while she twisted. But Hank was too worked up, far too strong for her to do anything to push him away. His weight pressed her down, crushed her against the floor. Then she felt his cock going all the way, sliding up past where her cherry had been, up into her pussy until she thought it would surely come out of her mouth.
Hank groaned, bending-down and covering her mouth with his. She felt his hot slippery tongue sliding over hers, wriggling up against her teeth, filling her mouth with spit until saliva gurgled out and ran down her cheeks. In a moment she felt herself fighting back, tonguing him, hunching up against the big man fucking her as his prick raped her tight little fuck slot.
"Yeah, yeah, that's the way, fuck it back, fuck it back!"
Hank fucked her harder, faster, and as he savaged her body, his teeth tearing at her nipples and tits again, the scalding pain and pleasure increased. He rode her, his body slamming again and again against hers, pushing the teen halfway across the floor.
At this point Kathy didn't care. She was alive with sensations she couldn't believe. She drew her knees up against his thighs, humping back, feeing his teeth tearing at her throat. "Noooooo!"
Then Kathy felt her knotting cunt start to cramp, bunching up, then spasming, only to bunch up once more. The tight little rings of muscle around her pussy were throbbing in time with her beating heart. It was a sensation she had never, never felt before in her life.
Hank gasped, pushing in as hard as he could, then cupping his big hands around her ass and squeezing and rubbing. At the same time he shoved in his right index finger, it was like being fucked by two cocks at the same time! It was too much for the teen and her loaded senses.
Kathy kicked up high, her mind reeling out of control. The girl shrieked, pounding Hank's kidneys with her heels, while she held onto his body for dear life. Again and again the spasming cunt muscles twitched, grabbing hold of the sticky, shooting cock. She loved the sensation, keeping him prisoner with her thighs as he came in her sticky, gooey cunt-hole.
"Ooooooooh!"
No one, not even Janice, her very best friend, had even hinted at how good something like fucking could feel. Now limp on the floor, feeling Hank drawing his cock from her fuck-hole, Kathy thought nothing in the whole wide world could feel like this! In a moment Mr. Jensen was pushing way, his big prick now soft, slid out, the cock-head slapping her thigh. He grunted, getting up unsteadily and looking around the large room.
"Good, real good, Kathy. So good, I'm gonna keep you around for a while."
Kathy snapped from her haze, shaking her head, looking up at the big man. She thought he would have finished with her. The thought made her alert, shaking off the sensations that had begun to spread over her body. She jerked up from the floor, pushing the hair from her eyes and looking wildly at him.
"Lemme go! Lemme go! You raped me! You-you took advantage of me! Now lemme go!" Kathy demanded, clenching her fingers into fists and beating her knuckles hard against her thighs.
Hank threw back his head and laughed.
"You think this is some test, and once you're through you can leave? Not the case, honey. I'm not through with you. Besides, I've gotta make sure you're not going to spill the beans about what happened here. After all, I've got a position to protect."
Something snapped inside of Kathy. She rose from the floor screaming, throwing herself at the big man, wanting to scratch him to shreds.
At first he was startled, standing there without making one move while she clawed, bit and kicked at him. But Hank soon recovered, beating her across the face with the back of his right hand and punching the teen hard in the belly.
Kathy doubled over, grabbing her stomach while stumbling back, her head lowered.
He moved around the teen, pulling at her hair, dragging her back, knocking her to the floor when she tried to attack him once more. He had her on the floor, his foot up against her throat. He was pressing it down, pinching off her air supply with the increased pressure.
Kathy tried wriggling out from under him. Twice the girl ran her nails along his naked calves, trying to push his leg from her throat. Nothing worked. He said nothing, pressing down harder and harder until the teen's movements became more studied, slowing down at hardly a move at all.
Kathy felt the world darkening around her as she tried one last time to push his foot off her throat, then gave up.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kathy awoke in complete darkness. At first, she foolishly thought she was dead and was in another world, the spiritual one she had always poked fun at. Touching herself, touching the cold, damp floor around her told her it wasn't a fantasy world at all.
She put her fingers up to her forehead, feeling the burning flesh. Suddenly all that had happened to her since she had left her schoolmates behind came back in a flash. The walk to the dungeon, Mr. Jensen's sudden change, the beating, the rapes!
Kathy slipped her hand around her naked body and hugged herself, gently rocking as she thought about how her body had reacted to the torture. Try as she could to push that from her mind, Kathy couldn't help but realize that she had enjoyed every second of the beating and fucking. The more pain she had experienced, the more pleasure rushed in right behind! No one had told her about these things, about the connection between pain and pleasure.
"No!"
The young teen pushed these thoughts from her mind. They were too confusing, things she couldn't understand and might never comprehend. Right now she had to concentrate on survival, on putting up with Hank until she finally found some way of escape.
The last thing Kathy remembered was that foot pressing down on her, cutting off her oxygen as she writhed helplessly on the floor like a squashed bug.
Reaching out, she could feel that the walls were slippery, as was the floor. She had been thrown in some small room, she guessed, near the torture area.
What had Mr. Jensen told Janice and her friends, not to mention the other teachers? Surely he wouldn't be able to keep her down here forever. Surely there would be some investigation. And oh, what a story she would have to tell them! Hank Jensen would never, ever see the light of day outside of a prison yard when she got through!
Kathy drew back. She heard a claw-like skitter of a tiny animal. An old building like this was bound to have horrid little things darting in and out of the walls. Only now the reality of it crashed down on her, making Kathy sick to her stomach. She squatted there, resting her chin on her knees, thinking about her warm, safe home, about her kind mother who now seemed an angel compared to Hank Jensen and his horrid tools.
"I-I want to go home!" Kathy moaned, wiping her nose.
The fucking and the torture had made her sticky with her own perspiration and Hank's cum. The girl felt unclean as she sat there, listening to the tiny sounds of filthy animals all around her.
Then a shrill scream of pain cut through the clammy, dank cellar air. Kathy snapped to a stiff position, hearing the heavy door grate open. She saw two black shapes against the yellow light of a hallway. A third was sagging between them, moaning. Then it thudded to the ground, several feet to Kathy's right. It screamed again, the cry mingling with the slamming sound of the door, plunging Kathy once more into complete darkness.
She sat there in horror, her hair standing on end. It was the nightmare starting up all over again, bringing in this new horrible reality. For a moment, she didn't want to say or do anything, hoping somehow this would all go away. Then the sounds of sobbing and weeping reached her ears.
"What is it? Who is it? What did they do to you?"
"Ohhhh! M-mm-my tits. Ohhh, they hurt me," the girl cried.
Kathy stiffened again, recognizing the voice in spite of the sobs and gags. It was Janice, her friend.
"Janice, it's me, Kathy. It's okay, you can talk if you want. Keep talking so I can find you!"
"Oh, Kathy, they told me you were here. Mr. Jensen said you were hurt and pulled me aside. Then Mr. Hawkins came in. They're both in on it."
Kathy stopped, shaking her head.
"Mr. Hawkins! Oh God!"
"They told me what they did to you! Then they-they raped me, both of them. One in the mouth and one in my-oh God, God!" Janice cried, unable to go on.
"Oh God, Janice, what can I do?"
Kathy slid forward, stretching out her hands blindly, finally touching the other girl's shoulders. Janice cried out in pain. So, they had beaten her as well. Plain fucking wasn't enough for this crew. They would have put her through the mill before shaming her, fucking her.
"Some water. They wouldn't give me any, even though I begged for it."
Kathy paused for a moment, looking around, .trying to peer through the blackness to see some shape, anything that would help her decide where to move. Her flesh crawled as she patted her hands along the floor, remembering those skittering sounds she had heard earlier.
Kathy licked her lips, crawling around, feeling with her hands. Her muscles were starting to tighten and cramp from the long hours she had lain in this horrid place. The dampness was starting to make her joints ache.
"Uhhhh!"
Kathy flinched. She thought she touched something warm and furry. Shaking, she took a grip on herself and felt forward once more, listening to Janice's moans. She crawled forward again, stopping, then crawling up more. She sensed a wall in front of her. The echo of her breath seemed to deaden. Hobbling closer, the girl touched the wall. It stank of sweat and piss.
"Oh God."
It was painful to move again. All the welts and stripes seemed to throb worse than ever now, as she slipped across the floor in search of water.
Janice was still moaning in the dark, gasping, needing water. It was the least she could do for her friend. Kathy felt guilty, feeling as if she had dragged the girl into this awful mess. Rising from her knees, keeping one hand on the wall, she moved to one side.
Waving her hands blindly in front of her, Kathy staggered forward again, stubbing her toes painfully. Closing her eyes, the teen tried to sharpen her hearing.
"Kathy, have you found any water?"
"I-I don't know," she stammered, stretching her right leg in front of her and feeling something very wet. She froze, then moved again, fearing she would find another small animal that might bite her.
Sliding one foot at a time, Kathy grew bolder and moved faster. Suddenly, her right foot splashed into a cool liquid. She jumped back with a squeal, Janice matching her cry with one of her own.
"What? What happened?"
Kathy didn't answer, kneeling and putting her hands into the pool. She raised a handful to her mouth. It tasted bad, but it was cold and wet in spite of the musty smell.
"Water!"
"Oh please, bring me some! Please!"
The achievement of finding something in the dark raised her spirits. Kathy drank some, sloshing the water from her cupped hands down her throat, she hadn't realized just how thirsty she was until Janice had begged her for some. Behind her, the teen could hear Janice crawling across the floor.
"Oh, where is it?"
Kathy stopped her gulping.
"Here, right here."
She dipped her hands in the pool again, dragging up the water.
"Talk, Janice. I can't see where you are."
"Right here, right here."
Kathy moved to the sound, pausing a moment, then shuffling forward again, bumping into her friend and nearly spilling the precious water. She felt Janice's lips brushing her fingers, the tongue lapping up the water like a little puppy.
"Oh God, it's so good, so good!" Janice cried, sinking back. "More?"
"No, not yet. Oh, Kathy, they said they were going to keep us in her forever!"
"Forever?"
It sounded like a death sentence! She thought of the whip, of all the instruments she had seen hanging on the walls. It was as if they were going to try each of them on the girls, keeping them bound and prisoners until they were satisfied they had done their worst.
"What are they doing to us? Why?"
Kathy couldn't answer that. She put one arm gently around Janice, hugging her closely, wondering what the men were going to do next. They must have thought of some good he to fool the others. Surely, though, they couldn't keep both of them here much longer.
At that point Kathy heard the heavy door of the cellar grate open. She shielded her eyes from the glare of the electric lights. The bright shaft of yellow hurt after spending time in total darkness.
Kathy backed away, feeling as if her life were being suddenly threatened once again. The two men, Mr. Jenkins and Mr. Hawkins, were standing there, staring down at her. Passively, Kathy let them lift her by the arms and drag her from the room. The slamming door drowned out her thoughts.
Kathy kept her head down, her long blonde hair falling over her face. Her eyes were just starting to adjust to the light when she heard Hank's voice.
"You see, she's limp like a rag. But you can bet she's one feisty little slut when she gets going. And it won't take much for that."
"It'll be good seeing something like that. I like to see them twitch around. And you said we might be able to use her as a recruiter?"
Hank shrugged, pulling Kathy around a corner.
"Let's see how she performs first."
With a shove, he pushed the teen toward a door at one side.
Kathy stumbled forward, raising her hands to sweep the hair from her face. The aches in her muscles from lying on the cellar floor made her walk awkwardly. She tripped and fell, sprawling on her hands and knees on a tiled floor. The shock hurt her joints and she cried out.
Hank reached down and grabbed her wrists, pulling her up, then twisting her around and shoving her back against the wall.
"No! Oh God!"
Kathy crossed her hands, trying to hide her cunt from the eyes of the man. In spite of what Hank had done to her, she still felt some modesty. Hank reached around and pinched her nipples, making the girl squeak and jerk backward, swatting at him.
"You're right, she's got some spirit."
Kathy looked from one man to the other, her eyes darting back and forth as she crouched in a protective position. They were going to attack her. They were going to do the same thing to her as they had to Janice, perhaps worse!
"Tie her to the wall-over there," Hank said, nodding in the direction of the far wall.
"No! No!"
Mr. Hawkins was obviously delighted with his task and with seeing Kathy naked for the first time. He wrapped both arms around the struggling girl, wrestling her to the ground, then dragged her kicking and screaming to the wall.
When Kathy tried scratching at him, the big man pinched her tits, reaching around several times and shoving two fingers into her cunt. Kathy let out a louder scream at that touch, her legs kicking up and out while her ass slammed against his booted feet.
He threw her against the wall, holding her there, then spinning her around and slapping her twice across the face to stun her.
Bringing her arms out to either side of her body, Joe Hawkins slipped two leather straps around her wrists, cinching them so tight Kathy felt her fingers grow cold. He ran his fingers along her throat, down to her full tits, and up to her nipples, which began to thicken and stand up in spite of the pain and horror she was feeling.
"Yes, yes, I see what you mean," Joe said, rubbing his knuckles against her cunt-flesh, Kathy bit down hard, fighting back the desire to cry out in shame. These men were going to hurt and degrade her in the worst possible way and there was nothing she could do about it. The strain on her arms was becoming worse as tiny dots of sweat began to bead her forehead. She panted, wondering what new torture Hank had devised for her.
He was nowhere to be seen for a while. Joe, meanwhile, had begun to take advantage of her position and started playing with her nipples, teasing them, rolling them with his fingers.
Kathy's tits rose and fell as the strain against her arms became more and more telling. Her tits stood straight up, the quivering red nipples pointing straight out. Looking down, she shuddered, watching Joe's mouth slowly engulf her left nipple and suck hard. She writhed as much as she could, her ass, flattening against the wall, rubbing against the rough cinder blocks as she let out a low moan through her clenched teeth.
"No, no...."
It was happening all over again. The stinging bite of lust nibbling at her clit, the electric flashes shuddering up and down her white, shivering thighs, the sucking sensation around her asshole-all of them were combining to make her feel good while that madman was fucking her tits with his tongue.
Kathy was breathing heavily while Joe sucked and tongued her firm tits. He moved up, cementing his mouth to hers while drawing both hands up to her nipples and squeezing them until she screamed into his mouth! She felt his tongue stab into her mouth again and again like a fiery dart. Then one hand moved down, rubbing her slick cunt-lips together, folding them up against her clit where sparks exploded into her pussy.
Kathy wanted to scream again. The strain against her arms and elbows was becoming more and more intense as Joe's hands smoothed over her body. When his fingers began stroking her ass-cheeks and tickled over her puckered asshole, Kathy felt herself going mad with lust.
"Trying to get a sample, eh, Joe?"
"Not bad, not bad at all," Joe said a little sheepishly, drawing away from the girl while rubbing his crotch. "One of the better ones we've had up here."
"Better ones?"
Kathy gaped at the men.
"Jealous? No, you aren't the first, and probably won't be the last," Hank said, holding something very long and thick in his right hand. "But you may be the best."
Kathy shook her head, trying to take in what they were saying to her. Her eyes lighted on what Hank was holding-a long, thick thing shaped like a cock.
Her eyes widened. A dildo! Kathy had heard about things like that, devices women used when there were no men around. She and the others had giggled about them, wondering who on earth would use something that strange.
Hank hefted it now like a poker about to be pushed, hot and searing, against her flesh. He moved forward, rubbing up against Kathy as Joe had done earlier.
"Now you'll feel something different and good," he whispered in her ear.
He was pressing the point of the dildo against Kathy's seething cunt. The girl flinched again, sobbing and jerking her wrists against the bonds that refused to tear free. They were doing it to her, tearing her apart.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Uhhhhh-ahhhh!"
Kathy could feel the dildo. It was different from the hard but yielding cock Hank had fucked her with. The girl groaned, feeling the awful thing spreading her cunt-lips apart. She could feel the thick dildo slide right in, spreading her open, filling her. The rubbery outside felt so much like Hank's cock. But there was a difference, a warmth that was missing here.
Kathy wondered why he was using this awful thing instead of his own cock if he wanted to shame her in front of Mr. Hawkins. She soon discovered why. "Ahhhhhh!"
That touch! Something was happening inside her, something that reminded her of those awful pincers that had connected her with the generator.
It was only when she felt more fumbling under her that Kathy looked down and saw a black wire trailing behind her. Joe had taken it and attached it to that dreaded generator. She thrashed wildly, pulling at the restraints holding her to the wall.
The attachment was made, the current switched on. Tiny metal tabs on the edges, which Kathy hadn't noticed before, suddenly became alive with current. Hank kept his fingers far from these tabs, watching as her body began jerking and twitching against the wall. Sparks started shooting through the girl's cunt.
Kathy writhed wildly, feeling as if her arms and thighs were ready to be torn from her body while the current kept sparking and burning through her. It was after two minutes of this wild thrashing that Kathy realized the amperage wasn't burning her cunt.
The wild prickles of sensation drove her half out of her mind, her ass bouncing off the walls while her feet slipped back and forth on the floor. The pain roared through her body, this time more concentrated than the last.
This time the current burned strictly into her cunt, making her clit shrink back while her thighs tightened and cramped. Hank began moving the dildo slowly back and forth in a fucking movement, twisting it around and around, watching her face.
He was stroking the thing into her now, thrusting fast and hard for a while, then slipping it barely into her. Kathy shuddered, drawing in air to feed her bursting lungs.
Hank threw himself onto her once more, not caring about the current. He tongued her, sucking on her lower lip, chewing down until she thought he would tear it from her face. He was pushing into her deeper and harder, plowing harder into her body, making her feel more and more electrical thrills.
"Oh, ahhh!"
"You like having things like this, don't you? You want as much stimulation as you can stand!" Hank gasped, feeling tingly shocks down to his toes.
"No, no, that's not-uhhhh!"
"It is true," he shouted back at her. "You love it, more than most girls, like that wimpy little friend of yours cowering away in the cellar."
"No!" Kathy shouted again.
Hank was pushing the electrified cock deep into her. Kathy's legs shot out, her body sagging, prevented from falling to the floor by the straps cinching her wrists tight against the wall.
Hank laughed into her face more than once, slamming the dildo into the girl's tight cunt all the harder whenever she screamed. He pounded the sparking length of the dildo against her rippling cunt-flesh, twisting it up so it would touch her cut.
Her legs kicked out again, her back scraping up against the cinder block wall, the flesh reddening from the friction. Up and down her body bounced, like a berserk puppet, the sparks blasting through her cunt.
Hank reached around and probed with his forefinger until he touched Kathy's puckered asshole. He slipped the digit into the tight, prune-like hole. The hot sensation added to the burning feeling between her legs.
Kathy screamed, bouncing her head against the unyielding wall behind her. The heavy pleasant pressure made the electricity blister her interior all the more. She wondered wildly if the sparks were frying her. Would that thing in her cunt ruin her forever? The girl didn't care. At this point she was so elated with what she was feeling she didn't care.
"No, noooo!"
Again Hank covered her mouth with his, tonguing her deep, while fucking her deeper. Her brain flashed while brilliant explosions lit up behind her eyelids. Hank was thrusting into her with all the power he could muster. Kathy realized that her was enjoying the electrical shocks as well, drinking them in through her tormented body.
Kathy felt the current shoot through her clit, setting off a series of nerve-sizzling climaxes.
She screamed, her cries bouncing off the tiled walls.
Writhing insanely as that awful finger worked deeper into her asshole, she wondered what it would be like to get fucked by two cocks. She remembered that Janice had mentioned something about getting fucked that way by these two men. The thought made her sizzle even more, a heavy load of cunt-juice seeping from her hot, wet cunt. Kathy knew her pussy was a creaming pot of lust, boiling over, about to explode with a blistering heat.
"Oh!"
"Bitch! Bitch! Take it, take it all, Goddamn it! It's what you've wanted all this fucking time!"
Kathy sobbed and choked, her cries growing more and more greedy while that electrified dildo seared her cunt. Then suddenly the dildo had slipped from her cunt-hole, leaving the muscles quivering and shaking, cinching down for the wonderful sparking thing that made her pussy feel so good.
Kathy felt the electrified cock beating around her hips, moving down until it was pressing up against her asshole! She shrieked, her eyes rolling up in her head while Hank laughed in her face and pressed his hips against hers.
He enjoyed having her scream into his mouth, biting down on his lips, writhing against him while he fucked her with that thing. And now he was aiming the tip of that rod right up against her asshole! She could feel it burning into her bowels like a sparking cattle prod! Her muscles closed, then went into spasms as Hank held her firmly and pushed and twisted the plastic prick into her.
Kathy tried to scream, but nothing came from her throat. Agony pierced her ass, throbbing to the outer curves of her ass-cheeks, while her stomach turned over and over. He was fucking her with that dildo, up the ass, filling her bowels with the harsh current.
Kathy wondered if the sparks were cooking her shitter as they had fried her clit. Then she realized that Hank was moving down, pushing his face into her seething cunt. His tongue, the touch of his mustache against her cunt, everything was setting her off. She felt the man's tongue stab straight in, filling the blistering fuck-hole. Kathy squealed, rubbing her ass back and inadvertently fucking her ass harder onto the electric dildo.
Blasts of overpowering sensation shot through her body. She writhed, feeling her tendons tear from the pressure of what was happening to her.
Raising his face from her cunt, Hank looked up at the panting teen and was pleased at what he saw. She was an animal, a mindless, rutting beast tied to the wall, wanting only to be stimulated more and more. He jammed the dildo in almost halfway now, twisting it around and around, shoving it in until Kathy thought it might be coming through her mouth.
Hank was fucking her, then sucking her. The strain was becoming too much for Kathy. She began to feel a dull fuzziness in her legs and arms as a tingly numbness set in all through her body. She wanted him to lick her all over, to stick his tongue in where the dildo was.
Each time her ass muscles snugged up against the sparking dildo, delightful sensations shot through her body, threatening to drive her mad with desire.
The teen writhed insanely now, her ass, scraping up and down against the wall, while floods of cunt-juice frothed from her pussy-slit, wetting down her quivering thighs.
Kathy couldn't stand it any more. Her body was demanding release. She cried out, her legs kicking out, her arms pulling against the restraints fastened to the wall.
It was too much to ask of her to hold back! The world seemed to crash down on her, her mind sinking into a dim red haze as quakes flashed through her body. Kathy screamed and screamed jerking her hot cunt up, wanting more sensation, more of that electrified dildo searing her ass.
Hank obliged, twisting it in, jerking it back, then screwing it down all the way.
Kathy was a jerking, bouncing doll, her muscles spasming because of her orgasm and the current sparking through her young body.
When her lust was ebbing, the girl felt Hank pulling the dildo from her asshole. Sagging in the bonds, Kathy slipped to the floor, her wrists tugging painfully at the restraints holding her up. She felt drained of every ounce of strength.
She stayed limp against the wall for several moments, unable to move even her head as Hank moved around her, rubbing his cock, looking at the slick streaks of cunt-juice shimmering on her thighs.
"So, you came with the little helper. You liked that, didn't you?"
Kathy tried to focus on him, but found it difficult. She was in another world, a world of sharp climaxes, of searing heat that singed her clit and scored her pussy.
"You don't eve look away from me unless I tell you to, understand?"
"No!" Kathy shot back. "I don't understand any of this. Why are you doing this to us? What have we done to you?"
Hank rewarded her with a sharp crack across the face.
Kathy screamed, her head bouncing to the left while her body stiffened against the wall.
"Good. You've got some life in you. Let's rope her to the frame."
Hands were busy around the restraints, pulling the thongs from her wrists, then dragging her across the floor. Kathy shook off Hank's grip for a moment, standing straight up and marching forward. She didn't want them pulling her around the cellar like a sack.
Kathy walked past the barrel that had tortured her earlier, stopping at an eight-foot frame supported on either end by well-supported braces. There were, she could see, two large bolts attached to either side of the frame, its base a good foot above the floor. The assembly was built to swing around like a fan. What was especially disconcerting, however, were the cuffs now hanging open at the top and bottom of the frame.
"Go on, get up on it. That's what we were waiting for," Hank said, slapping her on the ass.
Kathy squealed, jerking forward and rubbing the injured spot on her ass. She grabbed hold of the right side and stepped onto the frame base, bracing herself unsteadily on the narrow wood.
Hank and Joe moved to either side of the frame, slipping her wrists through the lined leather cuffs. They cinched the restraints tight, ignoring her groans, then moved down and slipped the brown leather thongs around her ankles. She was stretched from head to foot, her fingers growing cold again while her heart raced.
"The little slut can hardly wait!" Hank laughed, stepping back, then putting one hand on the top of the frame and pushing forward.
Joe joined him, spinning the frame around until Kathy's head moved in a giant arc and wound up nearly touching the floor. She was upside down, her tits rolling up against her chin, her hair fanning out against the concrete.
Her head began to spin as the men started pinching and slapping her, Joe licking her thighs, then drawing his tongue down to her cuntlips.
"She's getting there, man. Good thing we didn't shoot off when she did. The little slut is something else," Joe remarked, slipping one bony finger into her cunt and feeling the muscles snug up tight.
"Get her up a little more."
Both men moved the frame again. Kathy shuddered, her body sagging toward the floor, her spine aching as it arched downward. She felt the hard pull against both her wrists. Her body was now parallel to the floor, her belly sagging down.
Joe was in front of her, rubbing his cock against her mouth, then reaching forward and forcing the teen to open her jaws so he could fuck her in the throat.
Kathy didn't resist. Blindly she obeyed, opening her jaws as wide as she could, then swallowing the hunk of cock-meat.
Joe was fucking her hard, driving his cock deep into her throat, while tugging and pulling at her hair.
Kathy squealed when Hank joined in, worming one finger into her cunt, then reaching around and sticking a second in her asshole. The muscles cinched down tight, her body going into spasms while her mouth was filled again and again with Joe's meaty prick.
"Let's turn her around. I've got an idea," Joe said, pulling his cock from her throat.
Kathy's body was spun around, this time twice. The men laughed at her, moving the frame more quickly, watching as her blonde hair streamed out behind her, while her body jerked and sagged from one direction to the other. She was helpless, twisting and jerking around in her bonds while the awful men toyed with her.
Suddenly it stopped. She was upside down again. Slowly Joe and Hank moved the frame around until she was upright again, her wrists twisting in the restraints.
Joe was behind her now, his hands sliding up her sides, his fingers cupping her tits. She felt his fingernails biting into her tits, creasing them, tearing into them while his cock rubbed back and forth against her ass-crack.
Kathy was unsure of what Joe was doing to her. She could feel the hot, hard stiffness of his prick sinking between her pillowy ass-cheeks, while his fingers caressed her tits and nipples.
"No!"
Her eyes bulged, her mind clearing rapidly as she felt the urgent pushing of Joe's cockhead up against her shitter.
Kathy pulled wildly at the overhead restraints, her knees shivering while she tried desperately to jerk away from the awful, insistent prick.
Hanging there helplessly, the teen cried and begged and sobbed, tears rushing down her flushed cheeks as the fat cock began stretching her asshole.
Again Kathy shrieked, her eyes rolling in her head. She could feel Joe's knees bracing against the backs of her legs, while a dull ache soon sharpened, spreading to the outer curves of her ass. She tensed her thighs until they ached, feeling her stomach tighten then turn over.
She tried jerking her hips to the left, then to the fight, shaking free that terrible cock trying to push into her bowels.
Meanwhile, Hank had moved forward. In his hand he had large metal clothespins, the bunch clanking against one another. Without saying one word, he opened one, brought it up to her right nipple, then let it snap shut on the halfingh long red nub.
"Agh!"
Kathy let out a scream, then set her jaw shut firmly. She threw back her head, feeling a clamp bite down on her left nipple. Hank moved them around, playing with them, tugging the metal clothespins until her nipples were sore and aching.
More clamps, this time around her belly! He was attaching them to her flesh like leeches, bunching up her skin until the flesh turned red and blue from the biting ends of the clamps.
Kathy would have cried out from the pain if it weren't for the startling success Joe was having with her ass.
CHAPTER SIX
Hank had pinned five clamps to Kathy's pussy-lips, the clothespins gripping her cuntflesh tightly, the ends biting down into her pussy meat.
At the same time, Joe was forcing his cock into her, reaching down with both hands and spreading her ass-cheeks apart. He pushed up, the spear-shaped cock stretching her asshole more and more. Kathy threw back her head and screamed, her hands jerking against the overhead cuffs, her flesh chafing as sharp spasms shot out from her asshole into her brain!
She could feel his fingernails clawing at the smooth curves of her ass-cheeks, scratching them, raking her flesh while his prick probed up into her asshole.
Her voice shrilled, the incredible pain of the assault on her shitter blasting up her spine to her brain. She jerked against the frame, nearly forgetting the clothespins biting on her flesh.
The girl thought her body had ripped in two! She felt the blunt head of Joe's cock pressing against her virgin asshole. Shrieking, Kathy jerked her head from side to side, spittle frothing from her mouth.
"Take it, bitch! Take it! You wanna get fucked so badly. Here it is!"
Kathy screamed louder, throwing her head back, shutting her eyes and feeling her brain sizzle under the agony. The pressure against her asshole was relentless. She pushed out, cinching the muscles tight, trying to shove that terrible intrusion from her body.
Joe was working his hips from side to side, moving his cock down, down into her body. It was like a huge fist moving in, pushing in deeper and deeper until the girl opened her mouth and let out a gasp of air. Every square inch of her body ached as Joe tried to slide his prick all the way up her asshole.
"Uhhhh! She's too fucking tight yet!" Hank growled, pulling back.
Kathy sagged in her bonds, panting with relief. But the respite was short-lived. In a moment she felt something back there again, something trying to push into her asshole. But this time it was Joe's right index finger, snaking its way into her shitter, scraping along her asshole until his knuckles were against her ass-cheeks.
Kathy let out a sigh. The sensation of the finger was far more pleasant. Kathy let her head hang down, half-ashamed of the delightful feelings rushing through her body as Joe twisted and turned his finger.
Then came a second finger, this one sliding along the first and poking its way into her asshole almost unnoticed.
Kathy let out a groan, leaning forward and sucking in a ragged breath. She sighed as Joe began fucking the digits in and out, in and out, twisting them around and around until she found herself bouncing her ass-cheeks in an opposing movement.
"Uh!" A third finger. Then a fourth!
Kathy stopped, her eyes rounding while a look of terrible concentration flashed across her face. Slowly, gently, Hank started fucking her again, rubbing her stretched asshole with his thumb at the same time.
In and out, in and out. The fingers slid out to the nails, then corkscrewed their way back in until his knuckles were once again rubbing against her ass.
Kathy nearly pissed from the excitement, letting her head loll from side to side while moans of delight and shame escaped from her full lips. She felt the hair dangling in front of her face, hiding her lust as she tensed her thigh muscles and pushed her ass back, silently begging for more.
Kathy's body stiffened as if touched by current again, her thighs rippling while her nostrils flared and quivered.
His whole fist was inside her!
Kathy shrieked, her head a blur, her body shaking against the rack until the assembly rocked back and forth. The clothespins shook from her tortured body as the girl felt the big fist slide up into her asshole, the fingers scratching and cutting their way up into her.
John was fist-fucking the young teen, twisting his arm around, pushing the fist up higher and higher.
"Uhhhhh! Take it out! Oh God, take it out!"
Joe laughed at her, shoving it deeper against her wishes. Kathy wondered if he would push his entire arm up into her ass! He was drawing his fist back a little and making her think he was ripping out a fistful of her little ass-guts. Then he pushed back up, slapping her ass with his free hand.
Kathy couldn't stand it any longer. She was out of control. She felt warm piss shoot from her piss-hole, wetting down her thighs while the pain exploded again and again in agonizing spasms.
He was pulling out now, twisting his fist around and around, bruising her organs, making her feel his nails, the knuckles, the digits as they fanned out into her ass-hole and grabbed at the spasming, slick lining.
Kathy let out a yelp of relief, her body snapping back and forth like a broken rubber band when Joe finally pulled all the way out. The girl shrieked, feeling her shifter lips spasm with relief.
Kathy hung there from her cuffs like a used piece of raw beef, gulping in air, feeling her shitchute shiver and quake in memory of the awful fuck.
"You'll be a lot looser now-at least, for my dick."
There was no letup. Joe was back on top of her once more, curling his fingers around her scratched thighs, rubbing his cock against her stretched asshole until the girl snapped once more and jerked her body outward.
The awful clothespins biting her thighs and cunt brought out more growls of pain from her as she felt Joe fitting his prick squarely against her asshole. Her body ached, her shitter lips relaxing and letting the dreaded cock enter her ass!
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Kathy felt the hot, slick sliding of Joe's cock into her asshole, making her ass dance and shiver.
Joe let go of her hip. She felt his hands slide up her sides to her pinched nipples. Kathy squirmed, moving her ass back toward the heavy-haired belly rubbing against her back.
Joe's cock was splitting Kathy wide open! It was almost as bad as his fist. She could feel the shooting pain of his slow fucking, stretching higher and higher in her ass, making her stand on her toes as if she could get away from it. It was spreading her open, stretching up to her belly.
She let out a whoosh of air, then sucked in another lung full, crying out for help when she knew there was none. She tried shaking her thighs, increasing the rubbing sensation of her cunt-lips against one another, while Hank pulled at them.
When she felt him rubbing the tip of one clamp against the rounded, unhooded red tip of her clit, the girl held her breath. She looked into his eyes.
"Yaghghhhh!"
Kathy snapped her head forward, saliva frothing from her mouth, as she watched him snap the clamp right over her clit. Fiery sparks showered into her cunt, her pussy muscles closing and milking against thin air.
While Hank twisted the clamps around her cunt and tugged at that one biting into her clit, Joe covered both her nipples, twisting and pinching them cruelly, tearing the flesh and biting her neck while Kathy shrieked.
"No, oh no!"
Her body soon glowed with a thin coating of perspiration. Joe was still trying to screw the full length of his cock-meat into her asshole. Her arms and legs twitched while another shock of pain burned up and dwon her nerve endings.
Twisting his hips around more, he pushed down and grunted. He was in, all the way in! Kathy felt the strange, added warmth of a cock in her ass. It was all the teen could to to keep from shouting out.
"Man, tight little ass. Good and tight little asshole wrapped around my cock!"
She kept her mouth shut, biting her hp, not even sobbing now with the insistent movements of that bar of cock-meat in her ass creating such wonderful sensations. Again the girl pushed her ass toward him, looking for some relief from the obscene sucking in her shit-chute.
Joe paused for a moment, twisting the clamps biting into her nipples, tugging at them, then pulling them down and around until the girl opened her mouth to scream out. That was when he gave her three harsh shoves, knocking the wind from her again.
Kathy cried out, her face blanching when she felt him pulling out of her ass. He was tugging out, pulling as if he were going to turn her inside out. The teen's mouth opened and a rush of air escaped. Her forehead creased, perspiration running down into her eyes and nose while the cords stood out in her neck.
"Uhhhh!"
Joe was pulling back out once more. The feeling of his cock as it slid from her shitter sent hot, shivery thrills through her asshole. Kathy felt her guts depleting, the ass lining contracting behind the retreating cockhead.
She bit her Up again until she tasted blood, those hot sensations racing up and down her thighs drawing more groans from her. Hank was twisting the clothespin on her cut now, tugging at the thumb-like organ until she thought she was going to cum right then!
The agony was mixing somehow with the awful pleasure and sending a riot of red-hot sensations exploding into her brain.
" 'N-n-n-n-noooooooo!"
Kathy swung her head around, her knees buckling. But the restraints kept her standing up. That thick bar of cock-meat up her ass was making her gulp like a fish.
"Ahhhhh!"
Kathy squealed, pressing her ass back against Joe, feeling her spine tingle with the excitement rioting in both of them. The wonderful electric fullness inside made her twist back up to the big man, wanting him to hurt her more, twist her nipples off her tits until they bled over her swollen belly!
"Uh! Hhhhhhh!"
Joe was fucking harder now, his rhythm becoming regular and fast. He smacked his hips against her ass with organ-jiggling force, her ass cheeks rippling with each fuck-thrust while her tits bounced up, then slapped against her chest.
Hank was panting heavily, watching as the red flush radiated all over her belly and her toes curled. Kathy couldn't believe the sensations rushing through her body. It was happening all over again, this time with two men, this time with a cock up her ass!
Joe was fucking back and forth, speeding up his strokes until the teen thought her ass would catch fire. The hot friction in her dry ass was like burning gasoline in her bowels. Joe increased the ramming length and speed of his cock.
At the same time Hank was petting her cunt, stroking the swollen cunt-lips with one hand, while twisting the clamp around her clit with the other. Heat and pain bit into her clit, the cunty feeling building up quickly. Kathy jerked her head from side to side. It was as if they were shooting electricity through her young body once more.
The teen grunted with the effort of keeping up with Joe's fuck-strokes. All the agony in her body focused in her asshole. The stretched, tearing ass-ring seemed to draw all the strength from her body as she hung there, swinging like a piece of beef from the ceiling.
Kathy panted, her mind fading out fast. All she could think of was fucking-fucking and the pain in her tits and clit. Hank reached up and slapped her, spitting in her face, calling her all sorts of obscene names while he twisted the clothespins harder and harder around her nipples.
She could feel the nipples crushing like berries under the assault. But the pain merged somehow with the growing delight in her ass and cunt, making the pleasure all that much more intense!
All Kathy could do was hang there, twisting her hips obscenely, feeling the warm cunt-juice from her tight little fuck-hole and trickle down her thighs, while Joe worked his hips against her ass and shoved his hunk of cock-meat in.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Joe grunted, ramming his prick deep into her ass. She felt him biting her neck, breaking the flesh as he fucked harder and harder. The cuffs bit cruelly into her wrists, tearing the flesh as the man behind her entered his final round of fucking.
He slapped his thighs wetly against her ass, working them harder and harder while Hank pulled her tits up by the squeezed nipples, then doubled his fist and drove in hard into her belly.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Nothing they could do could stop the rush of feelings rioting in her mind and body. Kathy straightened, feeling her bruised flesh ache, throbbing in time with the beating of her clit. She felt her cunt muscles clenching, getting ready for her big cum with this wild prick in her ass.
Joe was arching back now, holding her shoulders while bending his head down and watching his cock slip in and out, in and out, between her rounded ass-cheeks. Kathy felt him slowing up, felt him giving her short, jerky little strokes, then pulling nearly all the way out.
"Now, bitch, take it now!"
Joe was screaming, his head thrown back, his knees digging into the backs of her legs.
Hank swore, pulling down his pants and freeing his cock. Kathy's rounded, glazed eyes took in the hefty prick, then watched as he drive it into her cunt, matching his fucking strokes with those of Joe.
"Fuck me, fuck-uhhhhh!"
She was begging fucked by two men! The thought drove her over the edge. Hank was still gripping the pin around her cut, pushing and pulling at it while driving his cock deep into her cunt. Kathy could feel the two hard, hot cocks sliding in and out of her, filling her up until she lost her mind. She became a raving idiot, spittle drooling from the corners of her mouth while she took on both men and dared them silently to do more to her.
"Huhrhhrhhrhrrr!"
With a grunt, Joe rammed his prick up her ass and held it there. She could feel it dancing around against her ass lining. She screamed the moment she felt the first thick spurt of his cum spatter against her shitter. He was shooting in her, spraying her bowels with his cock-cream, while Hank fell against her, clawing at her face, slapping the teen while he shot his cum-load into her cunt.
Kathy felt her tits mashing under the big man's hands. Her face hit his, then bounced back. Everything was happening at once! All she could feel was the cum-spewing cock in her ass and the jerking, shooting prick in her pussy.
When her own earth-shattering climax hit with the force of a runaway truck, Kathy shrieked. Every square inch of her body was throbbing, beating with the same mad rhythm of her clit. Hank was still trying to hurt her, but the girl was beyond hurting.
The room faded from her view once more as she swayed in her bonds, then fell into a deep, black, peaceful faint. The last thing Kathy remembered was the wonderful sensation of her clit throbbing hard against that biting, twisting pin.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kathy rubbed her eyes with both hands, blinking them clear. She noticed someone had slipped two black leather cuffs over her ankles, a small chain keeping one fastened to the other.
She was in another room, one with which she was unfamiliar. The walls were very close to one another, perhaps ten feet apart, while the ceiling was low, making the air inside thicken very quickly with her panting, gusting breaths.
Kathy rubbed her bare shoulders against the stone walls as she examined her new prison. There were several iron rings attached to the walls with rusty bolts.
She sat there, her ass flat against the flagstone floor, her mind reeling as she thought of what had happened to her. Her asshole still burned and ached from the fucking it had received earlier. She had cum, and had cum hard as Joe filled her ass with his fuck-juice.
That cock shoving up into her ass, those cuffs burning into her wrists, those pins twisting her nipples and cut, everything conspired against her, making her rut like a mindless animal in front of the men. And then they had both wound up fucking her!
Kathy brought her hands down, examining her wrists carefully. She hesitantly drew one finger over her nipples, gasping when she discovered just how sensitive they were! That torture with the clothespins and slapping had done its job! Letting out a long, low sigh, Kathy rolled her eyes up, quickly taking in the tiny cell into which she had been pitched.
Kathy shook the stupor from her brain and tried to get up, reaching back and pushing her fingertips against the cold, clammy wall while stiffening her legs. Her muscles ached from the effort! She groaned, closing her eyes while letting out a long gasping sigh.
Kathy smiled grimly, shaking the long blonde hair from her eyes as she balanced herself against the wall. She saw the door, a small rectangular window slot about eye level. Spreading her arms from her body for balance, Kathy began taking small steps, feeling the tug of the chain between the two ankle cuffs constantly.
"God!"
She reached the door without a problem, bracing her hands against the cold, battered green steel and resting her forehead against the window. Bending down a little, Kathy found she could look out into what appeared to be a long, dimly lit corridor.
At first she could make nothing out. There were similar doors on either side of hers. Then Kathy made out a form on the floor some ten feet in front of her. At first she thought it was a stool or bag of clothes someone had dropped to the ground. Then she saw it stirring and realized with a shock that it was Janice!
"Janice! Janice, get up! Get up and get out of here!" Kathy whispered hoarsely, a rush of hope warming her body.
"Ohhhhh!"
"Please! Janice, get up! You've got to help both of us!"
Janice seemed to rouse herself for the moment, her arms pushing out, trying to lift her body from the flagstones.
Kathy could see now that most of the girl seemed to be covered with long red marks, marks she guessed were from some awful instrument of torture. Kathy's mind flashed back to the room with all those whips and riding crops. Hank and Joe had used those awful weapons on her!
Kathy curled her fingers into two fists, beating the on the door. She tried to will Janice to her feet, perspiration dotting her forehead as she started to shout to the girl. "Janice, please, for God's sake, Jan-" She stopped short, the sounds of footsteps falling dead on her heart. She recognized the heavy fall of the boots, her fingers falling from the door. What hope there had been faded from her mind as she leaned heavily against the door, feeling her defeat like a wet coat against her flesh.
"We heard you," Hank said, running his fingers through Janice's hair. "Janice isn't about to go anywhere. She's too tired, as you can see."
Hank was at the girl's side, hefting her body over with the toe of one boot, his head cocked to one side as if he were some interested scientist looking at the carcass of an animal.
Janice let out another groan, lifting one hand protectively, then letting it fall limply to the floor. Kathy shuddered.
"So we get to work now. You're comfortable?" Hank asked, moving up to the door and taking the keys from his pocket.
Kathy moved back, crossing her arms while feeling her pulse rush once more. She nearly jumped from her skin the moment she heard the key slip into the lock and turn.
There was a sharp, shrill cry from the hall, followed by a loud slap and a moan. Joe was busy, attacking the girl who could hardly defend herself. Kathy felt anger and terror merge together as Hank stepped into the tiny room.
"Now, then, we'll start."
"You can't keep us here forever," Kathy said, her eyes rounding, her heart beating so quickly she was sure they could hear it. "Someone will wonder where we are."
Hank shrugged, his hands on his hips.
"We've told the others that you and Janice decided to take off on your own. Of course, we said we were terribly concerned and irritated. But, your friends didn't seem to share that. Seems they expected you two to do something of the sort on this trip."
"They'll never believe you!" Kathy gasped, feeling her hope shredding like a torn tissue.
"You'll back up the story. You'll see. I can be very convincing."
"Never!"
Kathy wanted to run at the man, but the ankle cuffs prevented her from doing that. While Joe continued to torment Janice. Hank moved forward, looking around the room, then motioning with a nod of his head toward two eye hooks cemented into the floor.
"Put your feet over those-well, between them, anyway. Come on, you can do it! You hopped over to the door to see your friend!"
Kathy hesitated for a moment, then shuffled slowly toward the iron hooks protruding from the smooth stones. They were rusty, like all the iron things in this castle of horror.
"Now, raise your arms!"
Kathy did, noticing without surprise that her fingertips nearly touched the stone ceiling. Hank produced two half-inch leather thongs from his right pocket, instructing the teen to keep her hands high in the air and spread out in a vee. Gently, he slipped the first thong around an area two inches below her wrist, making it secure before pulling it taut and slipping it through two smaller eye hooks drilled into the ceiling.
Kathy watched, feeling her throat constrict with fear as he drew the thong securely through the iron hook, pulling her arm to one side.
"Now, the other."
Mr. Jensen slipped the remaining thong similarly around her left arm, pulling it tautly through another overhead eye hook and securing it with a double knot. Kathy heard the leather stretching as he finished binding her arms high above her head.
Hank dropped to his knees, unfastening the cuffs from her ankles, then spreading her legs apart. More than once, the big man drew a hand up to her cunt, petting her warm, furry pussy, squeezing the puffy, spongy pussy-meat until Kathy squealed with a mixture of delight and horror. Her cut was still very sensitive from the clothespin that had nearly torn it off!
"First one leg, then the other."
Kathy saw that the links keeping her ankles, together could also be fastened to the eye hooks protruding from the floor. Hank knew what he was doing.
When Hank had finished the naked girl was stretched widely apart, her cunt opening at the pressure while her toes curled against the cold flagstone floor.
She made a wickedly intoxicating picture. Stretched, her body bound and taut, it was an image Hank relished. He stood there, licking his lips, running his fingers over her flesh at times, then cupping his hands over her ass-cheeks and squeezing them until Kathy squealed.
"I envy Joe," Hank said, his voice cracking.
"He had a chance to feel what it was like ramming into your asshole. Maybe later, when you've been cleaned up."
He kept running his fingers up and down her strained body. Every now and then Kathy gasped, feeling a strange kind of electricity rushing over her flesh. Her muscles twitched, a sheen of perspiration making her body glow once again, while her nostrils flared at the thought of what they were going to do to her.
"Now, I've got to see what's happening outside," Hank said, leaving her for a moment.
Kathy turned her head, watching as he disappeared from the room for a moment. Her shoulders ached from the constant pulling overheard. She tried stiffening her toes, pushing up a half-inch to relieve the steady pressure from the leather thongs around her wrists.
Kathy strained her ears, expecting to hear something from the hall. She thought she detected a dragging sound, followed by the murmurs of both men.
It seemed like hours before someone opened the door again. She heard it creak on its hinges, then slam shut. There was the heavy shuffling of boots. Immediately she recognized Mr. Jensen's footsteps. She kept her eyes closed, hearing him shuffle, pause, then shuffle again. "Yaghghhghhh!"
She was just about to turn her head, about to see just who or what was behind her when Kathy felt a tearing, ripping sensation across her ass. She jerked forward, her body arching like a tautly strung bow as the thongs and cuffs held her arms and legs firmly in place. Her ass burned as if touched by a hot poker, while the sound of the black leather smacking dryly against her flesh echoed in the tiny room.
"No!"
Kathy remembered the red marks on Janice's body, the way the girl lay there like a gutted animal on the floor! Hank was going to do the same thing to her!
"Bitch!"
He was frothing. She could hear the obscene gurgle in his throat. He had worked himself up to this pitch and now was going to take everything out on her.
Again Kathy heard the whistling sound of leather cutting through the air. She tensed, her ass bunching up as the girl tried to prepare herself for the agony of a whipping. "Awwwwwwwk!"
Hank brought the whip down across her lower back, the leather crushing into the base of her spine. Kathy screamed, her eyes nearly popping from her head while a dark red welt rose from her flesh. Again the teen cried in panic, her heart beating so hard she thought it would burst.
She didn't have to see Hank's face to guess just how contorted it was with lust and depravity. He enjoyed seeing her hanging like this, screwed up to the ceiling, her body a victim to him. This time she felt the handle worn up against her stretched, violated asshole, pushing the wrinkled pink shitter lips apart, fucking her.
She cried out, jerking her knees up as much as she could, trying to make as much room as possible for the ribbed handle.
Hank laughed harshly, twisting the handle of the whip around until he had two inches buried in her asshole.
"Not the same as a cock up your ass, is it? You want something like that, right? Something that's gonna warm you up and give you a thrill at the same time, right Kathy?"
"No!"
"Liar!"
He shouted the pronouncement at her like a judgment, pushing and twisting the handle higher into her ass, then yanking it out without warning.
Kathy shouted again, her jaw slackening, while a guttural cry escaped from her lips. She felt as if he had torn her organs to pieces, then pulled them from her asshole with one jerk. She let her head fall forward, her shitter throbbing like a cunt while her asshole burned from the friction.
They had fucked her twice back there and loved it, watching her jerk and bounce like a crazed puppet. Hank was moving around now slowly, touching her thighs with the whip, tapping the leather lightly against her white, shivering flesh.
Kathy drew her head up slowly, opening her eyes and looked squarely at him. His face was flushed, streaked with perspiration, his nostrils flaring with arousal while his cock pushed up against his pants. She could see the long, thick protrusion, and the dark strain of pre-cum from his piss-slit growing on his jeans.
All Kathy could think of, for the moment, was that monster cock and how it would feel snugging up in her cunt, stretching the itchy pussy walls, filling her up.
"You can't see him now, but Mr. Sanders is behind you."
Kathy stiffened, cocking her ears, rolling her eyes back as far as she could.
"Mr Sanders," Hank went on to explain, "is the name you'll know him by. In any case, he owns this place. I thought he would enjoy watching you. I think you're one of the prize pupils who have come down here-certainly, one of the more willing."
"No, no, that's not true."
Hank didn't bother to call her down this time. Cocking his right arm back, he brought the doubled whip down hard across her right cheek, backhanding her with the harsh black leather.
Kathy's head snapped from side to side with the crushing force of the blow, her neck muscles bulging out while her body shivered with agony.
She could taste something salty and warm and knew the leather had scarred her. She licked the blood, trying to ignore the aching pain radiating from her shoulders to all parts of her body.
The whip was up again, the leather thong still doubled, drooping from the handle as Hank sliced it in a broad arc in front of her face before bringing it down with a snap against her right nipple.
Kathy thought she was going to faint from the pain! The whip bit into her tit, making her scream. She threw back her head and screamed, wishing she could faint and block out the pain and degradation she was wallowing in.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hank was staring at Kathy, licking his lips, while the unseen Mr. Sanders was taking liberties with her ass. She felt a pair of rough hands caressing her ass-cheeks, fingers straying into the tight, sweaty ass-crack until jagged fingernails were creasing her asshole.
Hank had the whip threaded around her neck now, crisscrossing the throng over her windpipe and pulling it until her tongue lolled from her mouth. She felt the whip tightening, choking off the air from her lungs, while those probing fingers reached into her ass.
Kathy tried to scream, tried to let the men know what they were doing to her. But her voice froze. All the teen could do was make gagging, strangling sounds as the whip tightened like a vise around her neck.
"Huhghhghnnnn!"
Kathy felt the room spinning around. Her lungs burned and her head seemed to throb and explode with increasing tension.
They were going to kill her. Fucked in the ass with fingers, Kathy would choke to death, the black leather whip her last lover! She could feel the fingers sliding up into her asshole, stretching her, while the leather tightened around her windpipe.
"Ihhhhhh!"
Hank reached down, tearing hairs from her cunt at the same time he released the pressure of the whip around her throat.
Kathy gagged, spitting out saliva and dragging in air with hoarse, gurgling sounds. Her face turned red as she pumped in more and more air to feed her starving lungs.
Hank laughed, licking his lips again, the twisted tortured body in front of him making him more and more excited. When Kathy felt two sets of fingers slip into her asshole she bawled like a branded cow, her head snapping from shoulder to shoulder.
Mr. Sanders was pushing both hands into her shit-chute! He was going to shove both fists up her asshole! And there was Hank, moving closer, his free hand beating at her face.
"Little slut! Little pig! You're all little pigs in school! Moving your ass around like you want fucking. You're going to get more than you bargained for, right, Doug?"
Kathy heard a grunt of approval. Then came another shock of pain, another burst of agony as both hands pushed into her asshole to the second joint. Kathy felt faint and surely would have lost consciousness if it hadn't been for Hank and his whip.
A line of spit trickled from Hank's lower hp as he ground his teeth together and rubbed his cock.
Kathy sucked in air, her tits heaving with the deep breaths she took. She was terrified of the whip, afraid it would strangle her once more. The loss of air was more terrifying for her than all the smacking pain the weapon could cause.
"Uh!" Kathy felt her nipples, sore and throbbing, puckering into stiff points as Hank hefted them up with the whip handle, his eyes burning into hers. His cock was throbbing hard now, tenting up the front of his pants.
Kathy moaned, her joints starting to hurt. The strain on her wrists and shoulders grew worse as she tried to conceal her growing arousal and terror from Hank.
It was only when the man behind her pushed in both hands, double fisting her asshole, that Kathy broke down, shrieking at the top of her lungs.
Hank began smashing the whip against her, slashing the leather across her nipples and chest, streaking her flesh until it burned and throbbed. Hank drew his whip back and started slashing it through the air, repeatedly beating it over Kathy's tits.
For a while, Kathy thought she had no skin left and guessed she was like a skinned animal. She screamed when the leather bit down around her thighs, the tip smacking at the bottom junction of her cunt-lips. Sparks burned through her body as she begged for mercy.
Hank moved behind her, bumping into his friend, nearly knocking him over as he watched her buttocks relax, her asshole opening. That was what he was waiting for.
Kathy felt the hands drawn out, tearing at her asshole. She screamed as the whip slashed down against her shitter, yanking it out of shape and tearing into the sensitive flesh. The tip of the whip curled into her shitter like an adder, biting hard into her bowels.
Kathy felt the whip again, this time the leather curling around her ankles and biting into her legs. She screamed loudly, the weapon dragging out curses and pleas from the teen. Those awful hands were back once more, the fingers tearing into her, fucking her while Hank kept beating her legs and ass.
"No, no, no!"
Hank beat the leather against her belly, poking her several times just below her ribs with the handle of the weapon and making her sob with agony. At the same time, the man behind her was tearing once more at the abused ring of rubbery ass-hole.
Kathy cramped her fingers, tugging at the awful bonds holding her captive.
Kathy saw stars as the man's fingers behind her were ripping at her shitter. A strange fire started in the rim of her asshole, a fire not unlike the one that had singed her earlier when she was fucked back there. She could hear him puffing behind her, his breath panting against the back of her neck as the whip cracked one more time around her left thigh, skinning down her flesh.
Then the men relented, leaving her sagging in her bonds, her mind and body exhausted by the ordeal. Hank snapped the whip a few times in front of her face, barely drawing a response from the teen.
"She's had enough for a while. Leave her be!"
Kathy muttered her thanks, barely audible above the men's breathing. She heard them moving around her, talking quietly, commenting on her and Janice. In a moment the bonds came free, first the anklets, then her wrists.
With a groan, Kathy tumbled to the floor in a heap, striking her head against the flagstones. She lay like that for what seemed an eternity, feeling a boot now and then prodding against her ass. She felt someone scooping her from the floor and carrying her away from the awful room.
She could still hear groans, the awful sound of Janice screaming.
"In here. Let her rest."
Kathy head a door being kicked open, grinding on its hinges. She banged her left hand against the doorway as they carried her in. The teen opened her eyes slightly, looking around as she felt a coarse hand rub against her ass-cheeks.
It was a large room, much larger than the one from which she came. There were widely spaced posts that rose from the floor to the ceiling. Against one of them was a naked girl.
Blinking her eyes clear, Kathy saw that it was Janice, her long brown hair covering her face. There were ropes all around her, holding her prisoner to the post. A neck collar had been slipped around her throat, then fastened around the post behind her. Double ropes had been looped around her ankles, her knees and her waist, securing the lower half of her body, while rope draped around her shoulders and elbows secured her arms tight against the wooden support.
A large red rubber ball had been wedged into Janice's mouth and fastened to the back of he head with two black leather straps, to keep the teen from crying out too loudly.
Janice's head hung down. Kathy shuddered, feeling her flesh come alive as the men took her to a post opposite Janice and threw her down at the base. She groaned, her head striking the hard wood.
"She's awake. She's just pretending."
They forced her to stand up, Joe holding her firmly by the belly while Hank took up several lengths of rope and began to fasten her to the post. She felt a strap circling her waist, cinching tight and locking to the support behind her.
Kathy let out a gasp, her eyes fluttering open, her cheeks flushing. Janice had awakened and stood staring silently at her friend. It was all Kathy could do to keep from screaming. "Oh!"
Hank was very good at what he was doing. Rope was drawn under Kathy's armpits, snugged up over her shoulders, crossed behind her, then knotted tightly. She found herself held that way, the rough hemp cutting cruelly into her white flesh. Every time she inhaled, Kathy could feel the rope chafing her shoulders and arms.
"No, oh no-stop!"
Hank dropped to his knees, pulling out more rope. Her ankles were next, deftly corded with two firm pieces of line. He placed one leg on each side of the post so they were slightly parted.
He was going to place a gag similiar to the one in Janice's mouth, then hesitated, squeezing the ball in front of her face. Kathy could smell the awful odor of the latex and winced, turning her head away. As she took in gusting breaths, her tits standing out, Kathy wondered what new pain these men were thinking of.
"You two girls can talk while we get ready," Hank said, slapping his thighs in satisfaction, then walking over to Janice and unfastening the gag from her head.
The teen lowered her head, spitting out the vile mixture of spit and latex. Hank wiped the gagging ball with his dirty white handkerchief, stuffing the object in his rear pocket.
When the door closed behind him, Kathy brought up all the strength she could find, and started whispering to Janice.
"Didn't you hear me call to you back there?" Kathy asked, her voice cracking with despair. "You might have been able to get away!"
"I couldn't, Kathy! I couldn't," Janice sobbed, shaking her head..
Kathy felt a pang of guilt and was sorry immediately for having said anything. They had worked on Janice, raped her, beaten her, then thrown her like meat into the hall. It was all she could do to breathe, let alone get up and try to escape!
"That's okay. What-what happened to you?" Kathy asked.
"I-oh God, they raped me! they raped me and whipped me and-oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
Janice shivered, her body shaken by sobs, as she thought of the horrors the men had put her through.
"And then this! It's horrible to be tied up this way!" Janice moaned, choking down sobs and shaking her hair from her face. "I've been this way for at least one hour! I can't move! I haven't been able to feel my fingers for the past ten minutes! I don't know what they're going to do to me next!"
Kathy shuddered. She had been fucked in the cunt and the ass, beaten, strung up and abused verbally. They had done everything to her and Janice except bury them alive!
"Now we have something more-uh, stimulating for the two of you."
Kathy heard the grinding of small wheels against the cement floor. She narrowed her eyes, squinting, as was Janice. It was a large rectangular gray box with two plastic windows in front and sets of black twisted wires hanging from the back. It looked like a machine of some sort.
When Joe pushed the thing in front of her and began untangling the nest of black wires from behind, the girl saw that the plastic windows were actually meters of some sort, with red markings behind the scratched coverings.
Hank was plugging the thing into a nearby wall socket, looking up at the two girls, undoubtedly wondering when one of them would realize what was going to happen.
"Well, Kathy, you're the bright one! Have you figured out what this is?"
"A transformer?"
"Something like it. It can be a portable generator," Hank said, speaking in his singsong teacher's voice. "When we don't have it plugged in. Right now it's going to operate something like a transformer, changing the current into something far more mild, but just as painful. We simply reduce the amperage while increasing the voltage. But then, that doesn't interest you. Nothing interests you girls except fucking-and we've done all we could to provide you with that amusement today."
Joe muttered and cursed, twisting the wires this way and that, finally untangling the mess. At that point a tall, gray-haired handsome man stepped in dressed only in black leather pants and boots.
Kathy knew he had to be the mysterious Mr.
Sanders, the rich owner of the house.
"This is Mr. Sanders," Hank said. "He's going to supervise this little session. He has supervised quite a few of these."
Kathy twisted in her bonds, feeling the rope slipping against her sweaty flesh. Mr. Sanders looked from Janice to Kathy, then back to Janice again, a thin smile breaking across his face. Kathy imagined the girl had been a particular favorite of his today, especially from the way her friend began shivering and flinching away when she spotted the big, handsome man.
"Now, we'll start."
The wires were stretched out on the floor. Kathy could see the rusty clamps at the ends, the tiny teeth discolored by age and rust. Hank picked up two wires, shaking them free, then moving them up to the girl's jutting nipples.
Kathy set her jaw, grinding her teeth. She knew what was going to happen. She wasn't surprised when she felt the cold, biting sensation of the clamp's tiny teeth nip down against her tit-nubs.
Kathy threw back her head, a sob choking in her tightened throat. The clamps were distending her nipples, pulling them down, while the teeth tore into the flesh.
Hank chose two more clamps, kneeling down and holding them with one hand while spreading Kathy's cunt-lips apart with the other. Janice was watching with widened eyes, her breath coming in gasping pants.
Kathy looked down, watching as Mr. Jensen opened the first clamp and moved it up to a point an inch below her clit. He was teasing her with the cold metal now, rubbing it up against the inner folds of her left cunt-lip. Suddenly he opened it and let the sharp teeth bite into her pussy-meat.
"Uhhhhh!"
"Poor Kathy. You didn't expect this today on the excursion did you," Hank said, fastening the other clamp at the bottom junction of her cunt-lips.
She strained against her bonds as the teeth teased her pussy.
CHAPTER NINE
"Not back there again! No! I won't let it! No, no!"
Kathy was hysterical, straining against the ropes, ignoring the cutting of the hemp against her flesh, as she felt Mr. Jensen's fingers prodding roughly against her smooth asshole. She had been fucked back there too many times.
Her mind rioted, reeling irrationally as she felt his fingers probing down into her ass. And when the teen felt the cold touch of a wire sliding up into her shitter, the touch was too much.
Kathy felt a bubble of air escape from her ass. Mr. Sanders laughed, throwing his head back and pointing to the shamed girl.
"She's farting with excitement! That's good, Hank. That means she'll be one great show, just like she was before."
Kathy reddened, grinding her teeth, as she felt them wire up the rest of her body. Hank attached one to her right ankle, then bunched up some flesh around her belly button and cinched a larger clamp there.
Janice was next, the teen yowling and crying out each time one of the men cinched a clamp to her nipples or cunt.
Kathy felt a flash of pride. With one or two exceptions, she had remained relatively calm, letting them do their worst to her.
"Good! Now for this."
Joe held up two small hoods with zippered slits for the mouth, nose and eyes. Kathy watched as he zipped the openings, then approached her, flipping the device open.
"No, what are you doing?"
She watched as he fitted the hood to the top of her head, then began pulling it down slowly over her forehead and across her eyes. Kathy breathed hard, whimpering with each exhalation as the sweet, clean odor of the black leather invaded her nose.
Kathy remembered how Hank had nearly strangled her earlier, and now wondered if they were going to smother her here. But Joe had already opened the nose slot before having dropped it over her nostrils. The last fitted part draped over her chin. She was helpless and blind, roped to the pole behind her, wired to the transformer.
Through the leather, Kathy could hear Janice's piercing shrieks and guessed that the men were doing the same thing to her. Hank was saying something.
"All you have to do is tell me to give more current to your friend. Then the pain will stop."
Kathy wanted to call out, to have him explain again, but she couldn't tell where he was. There was the sound of feet all around her. She could make out some metallic clanking. Then there was a warm, buzzing sensation around her nip pies, her cunt and her asshole. The muscles around her belly tightened while her ankles jerked. They were pumping electricity into her, charging her body up like a battery! "Ahhhhhh!"
Kathy heard nothing from her friend across the way. Either the men hadn't shot her with electricity, or the hood was blocking out the girl's moans.
Kathy froze her thoughts and movements for a moment, drinking in the odd sensation racing through her body. The sensation wasn't unpleasant. The teen felt her pussy-lips start to swell, one folding over the other, growing fat and greasy while the meat under her blonde nest of curly hairs began to grow warm and moist.
Her nipples were growing thick as well, stretching against the nibbling teeth of the clamps as the amperage sparked into her tits. Her asshole muscles were contracting, milking lightly against the wire shoved into her ass.
No, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all! The teen worked her ass against the wooden pole behind her, feeling something like joy and pleasure shooting through her body all at once.
Kathy had even forgotten, for a while, the painful pulling of the ropes that bound her to the post. "Uh!"
The voltage increased dramatically after several minutes, pinching into her like a sudden punching fist. Kathy lurched forward, straining against the ropes while she bit down hard, her teeth grinding against one another. It was starting to become difficult to breathe!
Kathy wanted to cry out, but it was impossible to open her mouth! She stood there, twisting against the cruel ropes, crying silently, while the current began to bite into her body.
Hank reached up and pulled the mouth zipper open, freeing her lips. Kathy smacked them dryly, running her tongue over the parched surfaces.
Janice was laughing at Kathy, not worrying about a thing!
"Give it to her!" Kathy screamed.
"No, Kathy, no-alyeyeeeeeeee!"
Then Janice was screaming, her legs rigid against the pole while her tits jumped up and down against her heaving chest, the electricity burning into her young body. Janice had never been able to withstand the pain and abuse Kathy could. "Yaghhhhhh!"
Janice had shouted something, obviously the command to switch voltage. The first thing Kathy felt was a sparking narrow finger squirming up her ass, touching all the sensitive spots in her asshole. Kathy shouted, her head snapping forward, then jerking back, banging several times, like a hammer, against the post behind her.
Her firm young tits were swollen and jumping, jerking from side to side, the movements nearly dislodging the clamps holding firmly to her swollen, stiff nipples. The biting clamps bit into her tits and cunt, making her feel so strange, while the electricity surged through her young body.
The current increased, shocking the girl into silence. She felt her vocal chords freeze while her flesh sparked and crawled from the amperage. Kathy let out low, humming sounds, wanting to scream out and throw the electricity back at Janice.
Her cunt was starting to itch and throb now! In spite of the pain-or because of it-Kathy felt her pussy muscles bunching up, cramping under the onslaught, while her ass felt more and more clogged with the wriggling wire.
For one wild moment, Kathy thought she was going to shit on herself. And when Hank switched the dial one notch higher, sending another dose of current crashing into her, the teen lost control of her bladder. She could hear the men laughing as the piss shot from her cunthole, running down her legs, making the clamps spark.
"No, oh nooooo!"
The urine stopped. Now there was more current, enough to shock her from her stupor. Her nipples were swollen, and a distant buzzing sound in her head grew more and more intense. It felt as if her skull were splitting.
Her buttocks hunched up like two fists, working against one another while the wire in her ass seemed like an exploding firecracker!
"Give it back to Janice! God, I can't stand this!" Kathy shouted.
It was gone! She sagged against the ropes, thanking God that Janice's screams meant she was free of the electricity for a while.
Again Kathy felt her lips curling into a hideous smile as the teen's shrieks filled the large room. She could hear her friend's body scraping against the wooden pole as the electricity burned through her body.
When Janice screamed out again and sent the voltage careening into Kathy's body, the thought that she could hurt her friend once again was a great consolation.
"Yaghghhghhhhh!"
Kathy felt faint. Her clit throbbed and she tried to close her legs to squeeze off her climax. But the ropes and the pole prevented that. Her belly turned upside down, the muscles cramping awfully while the current made her weak and dizzy.
More electricity shot through her body, making her feel as if glass shards were being pushed into her. The itching, distended nipples throbbed wildly while her asshole winked shut, opened, then snapped close once again.
Hank cranked the switch higher, and Kathy felt her tits, asshole and cunt being ripped apart mercilessly.
Hank raised the setting. Janice was shouting, screaming nearly as loudly as Kathy.
The men had heard! They were shocking them both at the same time.
Hank, Mr. Sanders and Joe were enjoying the show, watching them twist and jerk like puppets, while electricity seared through their bodies.
"Yaghhghghghh!"
Kathy threw her head forward then snapped it back, her body chafing against the pole behind her. She thought her spine would snap and her head would explode from the current. And then her orgasm erupted.
In the middle of all this pain, her climax exploded with a mind-blowing force. Kathy screamed again, her cries bouncing off the walls as her orgasm showered her thighs with fuck-juice.
As Kathy shuddered and jerked against the restraints, the men rubbed their cocks, watching the young teen rutting and cumming as the electricity continued to burn through her body.
"The other one's cumming, too," Hank said.
Kathy could make out Janice's hoarse cries. They were the screams of a woman in the middle of a climax. There was the same mixture of pain and pleasure in her friend's cries as in hers.
She whipped her head from side to side, her lips turning purple, her fingers growing icy while her legs rubbed up and down against the pole. Kathy felt her head swelling against the leather hood like a balloon. There was nothing she could do to stop her orgasm.
"Eaghhghghghh!"
Kathy's pussy gave off another wrenching blast, then shuddered teasingly as the girl shrieked a last time, then fell silent against her ropes. The machine stopped humming as the current stopped rushing through the black wires.
CHAPTER TEN
Kathy was sprawled across the floor, her right arm draped over her head, her legs folded over one another. She had to come to moments after Mr. Jensen had dropped her back into the small chamber-like room. The young girl stirred, feeling the cramping ache in her muscles. She shuddered, hugging herself, remembering the tearing feel of the current as she thrashed against her bonds.
She drew herself up, pushing the long blonde strands of hair from her face, and looked around. She wanted to scream, to shriek down the walls of this horror place. Then she heard those dreaded footsteps again, that half-shuffle of Mr. Jensen's that made her hair stand up on end.
"Good, you're awake. We can finish up."
Kathy shrank away from him, wanting to run as fast as she could from the man. But his paw-like hand came down hard on her shoulder, pushing her back to the floor, then reaching down and hooking around her right arm to haul her to her feet.
"Uh!"
Kathy could barely stand. She stumbled, her knees feeling like rubber. Twice she lost her balance, falling to her knees. Hank was merciless, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of her hair and jerking up until the teen screamed with pain. She scrambled to her feet, hitting the offending hand that tore the hair from her scalp!
She thought again of Janice and shuddered. Her best friend had done all this to her. They had both betrayed their friendship.
"God, what-what is this?"
There was a jagged stone slab in the middle of the room, barely illuminated by a yellowish flame burning up from a torch handle. The whole scene was medieval, one that fit in well with this dank, dark place.
"Inside!"
He pushed her roughly into the room, motioning for Kathy to be seated on the slab. She hugged her upper body, circling the slab like a wary animal, her eyes fixed on the small straight grooves that lined either side of this stone table. She didn't like the looks of this at all.
"Down!"
When Kathy still balked, Hank called out, Joe and Mr. Sanders quickly entering the room and grabbing the screaming teen. Kathy found new strength, her muscles bulging as she thrashed and twisted against her captors.
Cursing, kicking and biting, the teen did everything she possibly could to keep away from the slab. But the men were stronger, hauling her to the stone table and strapping her down.
The girl raised her head, peering above her jutting tits and stiff nipples to watch them. Again straps were fastened tight around her ankles. Once more someone had pulled her arms back above her head, fixing her wrists with leather thongs. Again Kathy had been roped into submission, waiting for the next terror.
"This is gonna be your last lover here, Kathy," Hank said, disappearing into the shadows for a moment, then reappearing with a long branding iron.
Someone was stirring something in a metal bowl. Kathy could hear the scraping sounds behind her. She rolled her eyes back, straining them, and barely made out shapes moving.
Suddenly the room glowed red, a large flame enveloping the bowl. She could see the hellish smiles of Joe and Mr. Swanson as they heated the coals, stirring them with two more pokers, looking at her now and then and relishing the terror they saw in her face.
"What are-are you going to do to me?" Kathy whimpered.
"Seen enough?"
Hank was hefting the poker up and down now, slowly trailing the grooved tip up her right thigh, then bringing it up against her cunt. Kathy groaned, the cords straining from her neck while she jerked her hips off the table. He began pushing the tip up against her outer cuntlips, threatening to fuck her with it.
Kathy laughed, beating her ass-cheeks against the stone slab while waiting for her final fuck. It was a horrid joke, a filthy joke on her. This was how she would finally end up, raped by an iron poker while strapped to the slab. This was the reward for being a good girl all these years, for paying attention to her mother.
"Good, she's enjoying it. That's the way a girl should be!" Hank said as if reading her mind.
"I'm gonna put that mouth to good use."
Kathy saw Joe move up on her right. His zipper went down and his cock shot out, then rubbed up against her mouth. She felt his fingers curling in her hair, jerking her head forward.
At this point Kathy would have done anything. She was beyond help now, thinking about the bonds, about the slab, about the poker and feeling more and more aroused as the seconds ticked by.
"Ummmmffffff!"
"Oh yeah, yeah, suck that mother, lick it! That's the way. Man, this bitch was born to suck cock!" Joe moaned.
Kathy's mouth filled as she flicked her tongue around the long thick cock-tube, concentrating instinctively on the sensitive underside of the cock-head. She felt a kind of pride that she was turning Joe on.
She sucked hard, her cheeks caving in, her tonsils rubbed by the fat cock while her tongue moved back and forth against the thick cum tube protruding from the prick's underside.
She knew all the thick cum would shoot out from the cock and down her throat. She would drown on it, choke from the spitting spray. But that cock rodding her mouth seemed the staff of life to her now. She sucked hard, raising her head, bobbing it back and forth until her nose flattened against his muscular belly. Joe held her skull in both hands now, nearly crushing it while cursing and swearing at the cock-sucking teen.
"That's it, baby, suck it-uhhh-that's the way, work those lips tight around the cock head! Man, oh man!" Joe groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back while his hips worked against her face. "That's a bitch born to suck cock."
Kathy could taste the increase in cum washing over her tongue and throat. She swallowed hard, coating her belly with the slime. And then the spray began, bursting from his prick-head, choking her as she tried to keep up and swallow as much as she could.
White froth bubbled out from the corners of her mouth as Joe held her lips tight against his groin. He was moaning happily, working his hips from side to side, pressing his coarse fingertips against the sides of her head, while dumping more and more of his cum down her throat.
"Oooooooh!"
Finally, he let Kathy go, staggering back, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of one hand.
"A mindless whore. That's what most of you sluts are in school, and this proves it," Hank said steadily.
"I-am-not!" Kathy sobbed, turning her head away from him.
"Oh? Then let's give you the acid test," Hank said with a thin, cruel smile.
He reached down and grabbed hold of her cunt thicket, tugging painfully at the blonde curly nest of hairs until Kathy shrieked. But she couldn't help the juice that flowed from her fuck-hole, wetting down her thighs. Hank forced her outer cunt-lips apart and shoved in the head of the poker.
Kathy screamed, throwing her head back and jerking her hips up from the slab. The restraints held her down as she shivered and twisted against them.
Hank was ramming the thing in, twisting it in deeper and deeper, corkscrewing it like a lover's cock. Kathy tried to fight the feelings rioting between her white, shivering thighs, but it was no use.
The girl felt the poker raking her clit and she shrieked, her climax flushing from her cunt to her asshole.
"So much for modesty. Now, we get real," Hank mumbled.
He moved to the iron bowl now supported on a rusty old rack behind her. Tossing the poker in, Hank watched as sparks danced, rising up to the low ceiling.
Kathy heard faint hissing sounds, the sounds the poker made as it slowly heated. She twisted and grunted, not caring that they were once again drawing blood. Janice, her mother, her other friends, all faded in her memory as she concentrated on this last horror. The irony of being here, with her teacher, her friend, about to be violated like some animal, struck the teen as wildly ironic.
"It's ready," Mr. Sanders said, his voice thickening.
He was enjoying himself now, watching his friends torture Kathy as he had tortured others.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Just relax, relax."
Hank held the burning poker above her face now. She could see the tip glowing like a gold ingot. Sweat broke out on her forehead as he brought the thing down to her cunt, watching as the blonde hairs singed brown under the curling heat. Kathy groaned, her flesh shining with sweat as he burned a path slowly up and down her thighs without even touching the burning steel to her skin.
"My Christ, no, no, don't do anything like that! Please, don't!"
He held the iron over her pussy. The heat baked her cunt, burning into her twitching fuckhole and making her clit stand up. and quiver.
The scene, Hank, the others watching her, the taste of cum in her mouth, the bonds, the awful heat prickling her clit-everything conspired against her.
Kathy shrieked, arching her spine, nearly breaking it as she jerked her thighs up and came hard. It had been what Hank had been waiting for. He smiled, moved the poker down two inches, then dropped the end against the flesh of her right thigh.
"Aieughhhhyyeyeee-aaghghhghghhhh!"
She screamed as the burning seemed to go through to her bones! The bitter stench of burned flesh filled her flaring nostrils. It was more than she could stand. The young teen screamed her throat raw, the agony piercing her brain and her heart as she arched high above the stone slab, tearing against her restraints.
When Hank finally pulled the branding iron off her thigh she continued to scream, her mind reeling out of control. It was only after Mr. Sanders had slapped her that she finally regained her senses.
Hank had thrown the poker back in the bowl and Joe and Mr. Swanson began untying her. She breathed heavily, trying not to concentrate on the throbbing on her right thigh.
"She'll be okay. Gotta get some burn ointment on her," Hank suggested.
"Then, we'll use her for others?" Mr. Swanson asked, looking at both Joe and Hank.
Mr. Jensen shrugged, releasing the last strap, then putting one hand under Kathy's chin. "You don't want to be hurt any more, do you?"
Kathy shook her head.
"Good. Janice agreed to help us. I think you'll do better. Get dressed. We'll take care of you and drive you home. Yes, I think these girls are going to provide us with some good entertainment."
Kathy shook her head, feeling as if the world were slipping away from her. Thoughts of what she had just endured flew through her head.
No, she couldn't endure any more. She would agree to it. Then perhaps later she could get out of the bargain.
Kathy slipped from the slab, leaning heavily on Hank's shoulder. If she couldn't, then perhaps some of her friends would learn to like the castle here in town. She certainly had.