Chapter 3
William Granger regretted the gag in Doreen's mouth. He would have liked to listen to her shriek as he whipped her.
He stood at the foot of the bed, naked from the waist up, sweat shining on his torso. He held his leather belt doubled in his hand.
The belt was perfect for punishment, thin and whippy. He doubled it for added striking power. It was idea to whip her.
Doreen lay face down, naked on the bed, except for her boots. The trio had left her boots on. It made her look more whorish, adding to their thrills.
The straps shredded from her blouse were strong and dug tightly into her flesh, chafing it as she writhed on the bed, twisting in her bonds.
She hardly acted very tough now, Granger thought with satisfaction. She was sobbing like a little girl. He whipped her again.
Lewis and Jack each held one of her legs, so that they were spread wide apart.
Both of them were totally caught up in the spirit of the thing. They were hard. Lewis' member formed a tent-like bulge in his pants.
Their lustful cruel faces were red, shining with sweat. In hoarse rasping voices they urged him to really give it to her.
He slashed the doubled belt down across her quivering bottom It was red from the small of her back to the tops of her thin thighs.
Many red welted marks crisscrossed her ass, ugly lines which rose up from the abused ass cheeks which burned so very hot.
Something else burned with the very fires of hell his hard cock.
He tossed the belt aside. Lewis and Jack were disappointed they wanted to take their turns whipping the impertinent teen hooker.
Doreen sobbed. Her eye makeup was blurred and smeared from the flowing tears she had shed. Her eyes were bloodshot from so much crying.
Tears glistened wetly on her red face. She whimpered and moaned behind her gag. Her shoulders shook with deep sobbing.
Granger pulled down his pants. His erection felt like a bar of iron pulled red-hot from the fiery forge. Now he ached to quench it.
Lewis and Jack let go of her legs. Granger reached under her, took hold of her labia, pinching it between his thumb and index finger.
She twisted with new agony, more direct than the fire of her whipped bottom. Her thin body tensed; hissing, she rose up.
That was good. Granger had her kneel with her ass raised high. He turned her on the bed so her ass was on a line with the bed's edge.
He spit in his hand and smeared the spit on her pussy. He desired her now that he had humbled her, degraded her. Now things were back the way they should be.
His bobbing cock pointed at her pussy. She moaned and wiggled her ass from side to side when his cock head poked her pussy.
He slapped her ass and made her hold still. He stuck her pussy lips with the tip of the cock head, pushed forward, driving into her.
Now he wanted her. She was tight, thanks to her slim build and narrow hips. He grunted as he shoved his cock up inside her.
This was more like it! She was a good piece of pussy for all her bullshit too bad for her that she hadn't had a more pleasing personality.
His cock was sizzling as he shoved it in. The hot sleek wetness of hers was good. He took hold of her skinny hips and fucked her hard and fast.
Her ass was hot where he whipped her. She sobbed when he grabbed her ass and pulled the buttocks, digging his fingers deep into the hot flesh.
He reached under her. Her tits were small things, little bumps of flesh. He wondered if she was really Barbie's age, or if she was even younger.
When he felt his climax, he shoved deep into her and held her. He felt her pussy contracting, squeezing his throbbing cock.
It was one of the most intense orgasms he had ever known, a real climax to the mini-orgy of cruelty he had initiated.
His orgasm was fierce. He chewed the insides of his cheeks to keep from shrieking from the soul-destroying shock wave which exploded in him.
After, when he pulled out of her, he was weak as a kitten. Bill was gone, or at least silent. Granger was glowing with release.
He staggered to a chair and sat down on it, his face relaxed, red, flushed, his eyes glazed and shining. He rested.
There was no rest for Doreen. Lewis, who had been the main target of her verbal abuse before the tables were turned, was giving her hell.
He used Granger's belt to lash her bottom. The belt whistled as it flew threw the air, then cracked against the twitching bottom cheeks.
Lewis and Jack took turns raping her. Lewis fucked her in the ass.
That was something Doreen really loathed. As weak and exhausted as she was, she put up a renewed struggle when her ass cheeks were spread.
Jack and Granger held her. Lewis chuckled as he knelt behind her, holding his cock, rubbing it against her blazing whipped ass cheeks.
His member stiffened into a massive erection. His pubic hair was mostly iron gray, framing his swollen, gnarled red member and hairy balls.
He rubbed spit on his cock head and inside her ass-hole and forced his cock deep, working it up her ass. She shivered and sobbed throughout.
Afterward, Granger was sorry that he hadn't thought of that, that he hadn't fucked her in the ass first. Next time, perhaps....
It was after midnight when they finished with her. Doreen was a mess, but there was no permanent damage. But she had been roughly used.
They bound and gagged her and locked her in the bathroom, tying her to the radiator tightly, in painful and strict bondage.
The trio took back their money, plus an extra hundred in small bills they found in her purse, and escaped down the back stairs.
That was the first time. After a few weeks went by, and they knew they had gotten away with it, they went and did it again.
Each time they got wilder and wilder. Now, six months later, they had worked up to their latest and most dangerous offense.
They had stolen a girl off the street. This wasn't a teen hooker, or poor girl from the wrong side of the tracks this was a girl-next-door type.
In fact, Betty lived somewhere not far from Jack's neighborhood he had scouted her out.
Jack checked her out after she first caught his eye. She went to high school the same high school which Barbie, Granger's daughter attended.
But Barbie was in the junior class, while
Betty was only a freshman. She was in the ninth grade, and was much more girlish than his daughter.
Betty's little body looked to have only recently ripened into the curves of adolescence. Her light brown hair was in braids.
Jack learned that she was a member of the glee club, and attended practice at the high school every Wednesday night like tonight.
Of course, young Betty had never seen Jack, and hadn't the slightest hint in the world that he was following her from a distance, stalking her.
Tonight, Jack, Lewis, and Granger had sat in Jack's car, parked on a side street between Betty's house and the high school.
Since she walked home, this would provide the perfect chance to grab her, as long as she was walking home alone.
And so she was. The men got excited when they saw her walking down the street, on the sidewalk, her thoughts miles away, not suspecting danger.
Betty was short and petite. She had brown hair, a round face, deep brown eyes, a sassy upturned nose, and a soft pink-lipped mouth.
A pair of small satin bows were clipped to her braids, which hung down on either side of her face, bobbing as she walked.
She wore a coat, white blouse, plaid skirt which reached down to her knobby knees, knee socks, and loafers.
They heard the scuffle of her shoe leather as she came along the sidewalk.
The car was parked where the shadows were thickest, and Betty never saw the men until they opened the door and dragged her into the car.
Lewis and Granger were in the back seat. Granger clapped his hand over Betty's mouth. Lewis pulled her into the car. Her thin legs kicked.
She dropped her pocket book on the sidewalk. Before Jack could drive off, Lewis told him to stop. He got out of the car, grabbed the pocket book.
He climbed back in the car, slammed the door, and the car drove away.
Granger stuffed a handkerchief in Betty's mouth, muffling her shrill screams. She was so thin and slight that her struggles were laughable.
Lewis grabbed her kicking legs, held them down. She squealed as he twisted her arms behind her back and tied her hands together.
When she was bound, and the gag held in place by a knotted scarf stuffed between her jaws and knotted at the back of her head, they lowered her to the floor.
They unfolded the blanket and spread it over her. Her form shifted and moved under the blanket. Granger planted his feet on her rump.
Her bottom was high and firm. The soles of his shoes pressed them Lewis climbed into the front seat with Jack, and they drove out of town.
It had been perfectly done, with no witnesses to see the abduction. They took the side streets, avoiding intersections with traffic lights
Houses fell away, replaced by rolling wooded hills. They drove for fifteen minutes until they came to the pre-selected piece of land.
The dirt road leading up to it was rutted, and the car jerked and bounced, rocks hitting the undercarriage, as it climbed the hill.
The hill flattened out. There was a small summit fenced in by thick trees which his it from the road. A house was being built there.
The house was partially completed, with a wooden framework and ground floor rising up from the foundation which was in place.
In his daily life, Lewis was a construction contractor; he knew of this place, and how perfectly it would suit their needs.
This was out in almost a rural area, so there was no night watchman or guard dogs to protect from vandals. They were alone with Betty.
Jack stopped the car, turned off the engine and the lights He pulled on a ski mask, with eyeholes and a wide hole for the mouth.
Jack planned to wear the mask so Betty wouldn't identify him, just in case she had seen him around the neighborhood and could identify him
Bill woke up inside Granger's head. He was never far away at times like these. He prodded Granger with a mental nudge.
Why take a chance on having Betty see any faces she might be able to identify? Why not blindfold her, so she wouldn't know who did what to her?
It was a good idea. Granger suggested it. The others liked it, Jack especially, since it was hotter than hell inside that woolen ski mask.
There were plenty of cloths for bondage purposes the trio were well prepared. Granger found a cloth strip which would do duty as a blindfold.
He pulled the blanket down off Betty's head, pushing down on her neck so she wouldn't lift up her head and see him, thus ruining the whole idea.
She had not even gotten a glimpse of Lewis and Granger when they grabbed her, so quick and unexpected was their attack.
Granger slid the cloth under her face, covering her eyes with it, then knotting it at the back of her head.
When the girl was blindfolded, Lewis opened the car door He and Granger unloaded her from the car, standing her up on her feet.
She was so weak with fear that she would have fallen if they hadn't held her up. Granger held her on one side, Lewis held her other arm.
The filthy army blanket had fallen away. Jack tossed it back in the car.
Betty's face could only be seen in strips. The white vertical band of the blindfold covered her eyes. Then her nose could be seen. The gag was a band across her mouth.
She shivered, trembling like a leaf, her braids bobbing. Granger had lifted her braids and tied the blindfold and gag under them, so they would hang free.
Granger touched her. She flinched. He pressed his palm to her forehead. Fear chilled her smooth flesh. He caressed her face and hair.
He put his mouth close to her ear. She squirmed as his hot breath played across it. He whispered, "We're not going to hurt you, honey. Honest."
Her jacket was open. He reached inside it and put his hand on her breast.
Her bosom was small, slight, a pair of budding mounds of flesh, about the size of ripe little plums. She sobbed as he squeezed a breast.
"You're such a pretty little thing. We're not going to hurt you. You just be a good little girl. Come on, darling. We're going for a walk."
Lewis led the way. He had a flashlight. The group followed a dirt path around to the rear of the structure. They moved slowly, with Jack and Granger half-carrying, half-dragging Betty around to the back.