Chapter 7
Jennifer was the first of the two to get home. She staggered in the door and fell on the floor. She lay there soaking up the good feeling of being home and safe.
For a long time she just remained motionless. Then she stirred herself to go into the bathroom and look at herself. She stepped back in shock when she looked in the mirror.
Where there should have stood a young fresh-looking blonde girl, there stood a beaten and desperate looking woman. There were bags under her eyes and her face sagged. Her hair was all tangled and matted. Her whole body drooped inside her sweater and skirt.
All over her visible skin she saw welts and bruises. She stared at herself in the mirror for a full minute without moving or flinching. Then she sat down heavily on the toilet seat and put her head in her hands.
Her whole body felt as if it were loaded with plaster-of-paris. Every second she felt stiffer than she did the second before.
All the pleasure and excitement of the past two days were forgotten. Now all she felt was anguish, pain and shame. How did things turn out like this, she wondered.
While she was standing there Regina came quietly into the apartment. All the lights were out, save the one in the bathroom. She walked all the way to the far end of the apartment and stood in the bathroom doorway.
The two friends just looked at each other. There was no speech but there was communication. They stared deep into each other's eyes. Suddenly they both started to cry. The tears were an explosion which sent them into each other's arms where they clung to each other like drowning souls in a cosmic shipwreck.
"Are you all right?" Jennifer finally managed.
"Yeah, pretty much okay, I guess," Regina said. "How about you?" she said.
"Jennifer did not reply. She lowered her eyes and stared at the tiled floor.
"I don't know what happened," she said. "Suddenly she was doing those things to me. You know I lied to you. I never lied to you before. But this time I lied to you."
Jennifer was choking on her tears. Regina put her strong arms around her friend and rocked her back and forth. After a while Jennifer looked into her eyes.
"I liked all those things," she said. "I even liked it when she put that thing up my cunt. Even that!"
Regina held her friend even tighter. Her eyes began to fill up with tears again.
"I know how you feel," she said. "I know because I feel the same way."
Jennifer stared at her dumbfounded. Regina stepped back and grabbed the bottom of her own T-shirt. With one swift motion she pulled it up to her neck. Jennifer gasped.
"Whit did he do to you?" Jennifer asked.
Regina did not say a thing. She reached her arms in back of her and unfastened her bra. With a shrug of her shoulders she thrust her breasts out of her ample bra.
Jennifer saw the gentle nipples of her friend. But they did not look like they had so many times in the past. As always they were pert and tensed when they were exposed to the gaze of the outside world.
But now they were torn and scabby. There was dried blood all around the aureola. Scars and scratches ran jaggedly over the smooth contours. Regina's entire chest was covered with the small peculiar scars made by the tearing hair clips.
Nothing could describe the shock her friend felt. Her thoughts ran in circles of doubt and self-hate. Why, she thought, didn't I steer her away from the place? It was my lust that led her into this, Jennifer thought.
Regina still said nothing. Slowly her hands went to the snap of her blue jeans. She pulled it open and lowered the zipper. She was wearing no underpants. They were lost somewhere at "Lookswell."
She parted the flaps of the opened jeans and pushed them down at the hips. As the pants slid down over her full hips Jennifer saw the battered mound below.
"That fucking monster," she muttered between her tense lips.
Regina pulled her pants lower and her friend saw the extent of the damage. Her pussy was not merely bald. It was plucked like a chicken. Here and there was the stubble of hairs that Morgan had neglected. The lips of her luscious cunt were torn and ragged.
"It's not your fault, Jennifer," she said. "Look, I'm as guilty of it as you. I dug the shit out of it. I don't know what came over me. When they started doing those things I just melted inside."
"I know what you mean," Jennifer said. "It was like nothing else I've had. I've been around too."
The two friends turned and walked out of the bathroom into the kitchen. They made a pot of tea and sat down at the kitchen table to think over what they were going to do.
"It's horrible," Regina said. "There's a little girl who lives there. She's Morgan's niece and I think they beat her too. We can't let this go on."
Jennifer looked up slyly at Regina. Can't we, her eyes seemed to be saying.
"I know what you're thinking," Regina said. "I dig it, you dig it. But they'll kill us. They're crazy."
"But you've never even fucked anyone," Jennifer said. "You don't know. This is better than fucking. There's something they have that I haven't found anywhere. When those lights go off in my head I don't give a shit about anything. They can do whatever they please to me." I
Regina sipped her tea.
"If we go on like this," she said, "we'll be their slaves. We won't be able to leave. There will be no life for us but the life they want to give us. I don't want that for me and I don't want that for you."
"What can we do?" Jennifer said. "We can't go to the police. That would put us in a worse fix than now."
"But maybe we could threaten them," Regina said. "If they thought we might go to the police they might stop."
But the flaw in this idea appeared to both of them simultaneously. They sat there in that dingy kitchen wondering what to do.
If they threatened the pair of torturers with exposure they might be so frightened as to close up the "Lookswell" Beauty School. But surely two people with their predilection and skill would find somewhere else to practice their cruel art.
They might choose another town or another state. But there would always be a ripe field in which they could sow the seeds of their poisoned art.
It would do no good to chase them away. In a way it would be a bad thing. For they would escape the wrath of the two young girls. They would be free to continue somewhere else.
Their anger at the humiliation they received would not allow the girls to accept such a solution. They wanted vengeance. Slowly a plan began to form in their minds.
"What if we went there," Regina said, "and pretended to be submitting to some more of their discipline. Couldn't we surprise them and turn the tables on them? Maybe that would change their minds about the whole situation."
"That's kind of dangerous," Jennifer said. "They might overpower us and make it pretty rough. They might be really nasty if we tried to trick them and failed. We're taking a mighty big chance."
"Of course we're taking a big chance," Regina said. "But we have to do something!"
"I guess you're right," Jennifer finally said.
The night advanced slowly. The two young women cleaned up the apartment and decided to take a shower and tend to their wounds.
They took off their clothes and went to the bathroom. Jennifer stepped into the shower and turned on the water. She stood under the soothing jet of water as if washing the horrible experiences of the past day from herself.
"Please wash my back," Jennifer said. "I want a touch on my back. But be gentle."
Without saying anything Regina stepped into the shower and wet herself all over. Then she picked the soap up and lathered it in her hands. She washed her friend's back gently all over.
Jennifer sighed as her hands glided up and down her bruised flesh.
"You know," she said, "that still isn't as nice as all the things they did to me. That pounding and whipping just took me to a froth. How about you?"
Regina did not have to reply. Her friend could tell as she glanced over her shoulder that her friend was lost in reveries of the past torture.
"That doesn't change anything," Jennifer said. "We have to go in there tomorrow and do a job. It doesn't matter how we feel now. If we let ourselves get sucked in we'll never get out."
On that note the two finished their shower in silence and prepared for bed. They did not realize that the shower they shared was portentous of the fate of their plan for the following day. That shower was to almost wreck their plan so resolutely laid.
The next morning they woke early and had a hurried breakfast. Then they dressed and headed uptown to the "Lookswell" school.
The day was bright and cool. They felt almost jaunty as they made their way to the school. The night seemed to have worked wonders on their wounds and hurts.
They felt almost as good as new. Bouncy and pert, Jennifer swept along. Beside her, the darker and more mysterious Regina strode. It was as if both were deliberately not thinking of the violence and vengeance which was in their hearts.
The trip was quick and they found themselves standing in front of the familiar exterior of the school. They still found it hard to believe this unprepossessing exterior could hide two beasts.
Miss Ross answered the door with her usual smile.
"It's nice to see you two," she said brightly. "I trust you both had restful nights."
Regina stared at this remarkable woman. How, she thought, can she be so cool after what they have put us through?
"I don't think you could say we had a restful night," Regina said. "But we don't mind."
"I'm glad to hear that," Miss Ross said. "I wouldn't want anything to upset you two. You see, I'm very fond of you both."
They chatted fairly amiably for a few minutes about what they would be doing in the next week learning the operation of the salon. But the discussion was charged with the scheming of the three women.
Miss Ross was contemplating the coming excitement of torture which she had planned for the two girls. Regina and Jennifer were going over in their heads the rough plan they had worked out for avenging their abuse.
In actuality the plan was little more than a broad strategy. They planned to acquiesce up to a point. Then they would strike.
"Why don't we go into the back room," Miss Ross said. "We can be more comfortable while I tell you about the school."
Regina and Jennifer exchanged quick and significant glances. Jennifer wondered if Miss Ross could sense the tension and expectation in their manner. They followed Miss Ross through the back door which had become so newly very familiar to them.
They sat down on one of the couches. Miss Ross pulled up a large comfortable looking chair close to the sofa and smiled at them.
"Well my children," she said, "we have gotten to know each other rather well in these few days. Yet I am afraid there is something wrong between us.
The two young girls tried to look surprised. They did not know if they succeeded. They tried to hide their anxiety. Regina coughed and Jennifer shifted her weight around uncertainly. Miss Ross regarded them intently.
"I feel," she said, "that I have struck a nerve of truth. Perhaps we should retire to the basement to pursue this further. After all we can't have any discontent among us. We are like a strong family and must be united."
In spite of themselves both Regina and Jennifer felt a thrill of excitement at the mention of the basement. Their apprehension at confronting Miss Ross was mingled with the memory of the past tortures. Their succulent loins stirred with lust.
This conflict of lust and revenge made it difficult for either one of them to think clearly. They did not really know from one moment to the next if they were plotting revenge or anticipating pleasure.
As if she sensed this confusion, Miss Ross pressed on.
"Yes," she said, "I think it best we go down into the basement now. Come on."
With very mixed feelings the girls rose and followed Susan out the door and down the back stairway to the basement. They found themselves very shortly in the room of past agonies. They stood nervously in the middle of the room while Miss Ross closed the door and locked it.
"I'm sure you both remember this room," Miss Ross said. "But I don't think you have ever been here together."
The girls stirred on the couch. They were tense with anticipation of some act on Miss Ross's part. Each wondered what would happen next.
But Miss Ross surprised both of them by smiling and leaning casually back in her chair. Then she got up and went over to the glass cabinet on the wall. From the cabinet she took a couple of bottles and an ice bucket.
"I trust you would not object to a little drink," the older woman said. "I always think it's the best way to get to know people. Would rum be okay?"
With honest eagerness the girls both nodded their heads. They were very up-tight by this situation and longed to find some way out. The drink seemed a lovely way to just relax. In addition, Miss Ross was being so kind they began to forget the ultimate purpose of their visit.
With her back to the two girls, Miss Ross mixed two rum punches. She spiked the sweet fruit punch with huge jolts of 180-proof Jamaican rum. Then she fixed herself one with barely any alcohol in it.
She turned, the two drinks in hand, and brought them over to the girls. Both took them and immediately drank about half the glass. Miss Ross sipped and watched.
Sitting down again she said, "I think we can be frank with each other. I was very anxious for you two to be part of our school from the moment you walked through the door.
"Many people, both men and women, come to our school. Some want to be students, some clients. But when I saw you last week I knew you were both very special. You have, whether you know it or not, a certain innocence.
"Your craving comes from so deep within you that you cannot control it. You can barely name it. You are like animals in the heat of some instinctual frenzy.
"I guess you think me bold in talking to you like this. Perhaps Morgan would be displeased if he knew I spoke to you so frankly. But I see in you two some of what I was when I came here."
A deep feeling of love welled up in both girls for this woman so lately their tormentor. All thoughts of revenge fled.
She got out of her chair and came to sit on the couch with them. They moved close to each other to make room for her. They felt the heat of each other. Miss Ross put one arm around Regina who sat next to her and the other hand on Jennifer's thigh.
"We must be friends," she said to them.
Regina leaned her head down and put it on Miss Ross's majestic breast. The powerful woman held her close; Jennifer moved closer and put her head in Regina's lap.
Miss Ross cupped Regina's inviting boob and began unbuttoning the girl's blouse. Regina just reclined as if in a trance. She unbuttoned the starched shirt all the way to the navel revealing Regina's beautiful firm tits. She was bra-less.
Next Miss Ross unbuttoned the top of Regina's shapely velour bellbottoms. Her voluptuous belly appeared as she undid the buttoned fly. All the way down to her pleasure valley Miss Ross went. The hairless pussy appeared.
Regina moaned low as Miss Ross slipped her hand into the open pants. She found the bald twat juicy. Jennifer watched wide-eyed and drunk.
"Slip off her pants Jennifer," Miss Ross said.
With her pants off, Regina was completely naked from the waist down. She had neglected to wear panties that day as she usually did when she wore the sexy titillating pants.
Jennifer slid her hand inside Regina's opened shirt and felt the beautiful tits with their hard stone-like nipples. Regina's stiff little cherrystones felt as if they weighed at least a pound.
Regina was breathing thick and fast. Miss Ross was massaging her neck under the long flowing hair. Jennifer had removed Regina's shirt and was working out with her mouth on her friend's knobs of joy. The room was filled with heavy breathing and mouth-sucking noises.
As Jennifer fed on pleasure at Regina's paps, Miss Ross moved behind her and undid her pants. Her hands slipped expertly under the blonde girl's belt and felt the hanging belly and pubic hair. Forcefully she pulled the open pants down the legs of the preoccupied
Jennifer. She hardly even noticed the loss.
Jennifer removed her own blouse and bra while Miss Ross toyed with her private parts. In and out of her cunt and asshole she thrust her serpent finger. Jennifer's ass moved up and down in response to the attention.
Jennifer was deeply absorbed in kissing Regina's belly and cunt. She had her arms around her friend's middle. Her legs were extended along the couch as she lapped away. Miss Ross was savagely attacking Jennifer's damp bung hole and snatch.
Regina had her head back and was rolling it from side to side. The more Jennifer ate her out the more she groaned and rolled. Miss Ross was digging her fingernails into Millie's snatch in rhythm with the rolling.
All at once Miss Ross shoved the passionate pair onto the floor. They hit the floor and looked up startled. What they saw when they looked up was Miss Ross with a leather strap in her hand.
"My children, you are having so much fun," she said. "Don't stop now." She punctuated her remark with a resounding crack of the strap on the backside of Regina who was on top.
Regina let out a shriek and rolled off Jennifer. But Miss Ross gave her two more slashes across her tits. She froze on the floor.
"You thought you would trick me, didn't you?" she said. "Well, many have tried before and none have succeeded. Now you will really have to pay for your presumption."
With that she began slashing wildly at the two girls who were naked and defenseless on the floor. Their response to the blows was sheer terror. They huddled on the floor, cringing like cornered rats. They squealed and raised their hands in futile gestures of protection. Their boobs jiggled and their thighs quivered in fear.
Vicious welts appeared all over their bodies. They rolled on the floor in an effort to escape. They fell and tumbled over each other. But Miss Ross stood tall above them and cut off any possibility of escape. She seemed to be everywhere.
The toe of her boot caught Jennifer squarely in the snatch as she was spread-eagled on the floor. She doubled up and rolled on her side. His Ross used the opportunity to punish her backside.
Regina was weeping and panting. She lay on her back writhing from the blows.
"Roll on top of her," Miss Ross ordered Jennifer.
Jennifer lay lengthwise on top of the soft bed of flesh. She could feel the ripples and the moving muscularity of Regina. The hills and the valley which she had been devouring with her teeth and tongue so recently now excited her own loins.
Miss Ross brought the whip cruelly onto Jennifer's back.
"Move!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Jennifer complied with a roll of the hips which brought her patch of pubic hair down on Regina's nude pussy. Regina responded with a thrust of her hips. Jennifer's clit sent shock waves of pleasure to all corners of her body.
"Move!" shrieked Miss Ross.
Jennifer brought her hands up to the sides of Regina's breasts and began clawing like a she-devil at the Firm plastic orbs. Her ass wiggled in Miss Ross's face. Her back shook with pleasure.
Miss Ross sent the strap smashing and cutting again and again down on the writhing figure. Jennifer was going sweaty from the rubbing and beating. Her back began to tingle with the strap welts.
"Roll her over on her side," Miss Ross commanded.
Jennifer complied. She put her arms on Regina's backside and turned them over so their tender flanks were exposed to the cruel pounding of Miss Ross's strap.
The strap thrilled them to heights of passion. They clutched each other. They clawed the welts. They redoubled the pain inflicted by Miss Ross.
While the pair were so engrossed they hardly noticed Miss Ross slip on the rubber strips. The strips were self-adhesive and when fully tightened they could barely move. All they could do was heave against each other.
Once they were imprisoned Miss Ross's full fury came out. Her arm sliced the air. She drew blood with each strap lash. Regina and Jennifer sobbed into each other's necks. Their flesh muffled the screams.
In spite of the pain, each blow was laced with pleasure. Whether the strap hit Jennifer, Regina or both it always produced a spasm of delight. They thrust at each other. The hairless twat ground against Jennifer's beautiful tangle of aroma. Their bellies constricted and clutched in and out. The small hairs glistened with their sweat.
"You will eat shit before I'm done with you," keened Miss Ross. She brought the strap down on the thighs and ass cracks of both girls. Their legs fought each other's to escape the stinging strap.
Miss Ross reached down and tore the rubber strips from their interlocked bodies without loosening them. It felt as if she were tearing the first few layers of skin from the girls. They clutched spasm-like to each other.
When the strips were off they fell away from each other exhausted and sweaty. But Miss Ross gave them no rest. She brought the straps down on each one's exposed front. The snap on wet flesh was vicious-sounding.
"Eat her asshole!" Miss Ross ordered Regina.
Her eyes glazed, Regina rolled over and crowded on top of Jennifer. She stuck her head deep in her crack and began rooting about.
"That's not good enough," Miss Ross responded. "I want you to get down and eat shit. Raise your legs Jennifer-NOW!"
She punctuated this command with the strap on Jennifer's ass. The young blonde lifted her full shanks in the air exposing her dripping cunt and asshole to Regina's voracious mouth.
"That's better," Miss Ross said. "Now get to it. Ream her out good."
Regina stuck her long pointed tongue deep into Jennifer's yielding asshole. She tasted the funk and shit. She felt the muscle tighten around her probing straining tongue.
Miss Ross was whipping Regina's head and neck, driving it deeper and deeper into Jennifer's ass. Each slash brought her head convulsively down into the garden of smells and tastes. Her teeth dug into the flesh around Jennifer's hole.
Jennifer felt as if a huge animal were eating out her insides. The teeth and tongue made hr clutch her legs around Regina's head. The lash made her thrust her asshole higher into the devouring mouth.
Together they pulled and clutched. Deeper and deeper Regina dug into the rich mine of shit. She felt the membranes and the sour grainy taste of shit on her tongue. Each thrust of her mouth made a thrust in her loins. The experience was centered on each flash of the strap on her back.
It was as if the strap were driving her into the inside of Jennifer. Jennifer felt completely eaten out. The more Regina ate the more Jennifer writhed.
Their frenzy increased. Each moved their hands hysterically on their breasts and ass. They scratched and dug wherever they found a hold.
Miss Ross danced above them raising their passion higher and higher. They moved like machines of pleasure. In and in Regina drove till she reached the center of Jennifer's gut. There she spun her tongue and Jennifer exploded in a searing frenzy which dragged her and her friend to the heights of passion.