Chapter 8
They waited outside the headquarters of the Imperial Order in the van.
Doris had developed a complication from the severe beating and had spent a week in the hospital. It was not known whether her liver would ever function normally again. Helga had bruised it severely when she was kicking the girl.
The only thing that Mary Lou and the rest of the girls knew was that the blonde bitch had to pay.
No one should be allowed to do what she did to Doris and get away with it.
The girls were no longer scared of the Order or what they might do to them if they caught them. Their only thoughts were thoughts of revenge. They would make the blonde cunt pay.
They would make anyone else who got in their way pay also.
They no longer cared about anything but revenge.
It was midnight when the Oberfuhrer's van approached the dimly lit headquarters. Several people were still hanging around after the night rally and they snapped to attention as Tina Flannery stepped out of the van, marched smartly into the building.
One of the guards hopped into the van and started the engine. She turned over her shoulder to look into the back of the van, then stopped the engine.
She got out and opened the cargo door.
Several seconds later, she assisted a weak kneed Helga Stern into the building.
"That's her!" Doris said, peering into the binoculars, handing them to Mary Lou.
"Are you sure?"
"I would never forget her face," Doris said, turning to Mary Lou.
"Okay, when do we take her?" she said, turning to the other girls for their thoughts.
"Right now!" Betty said.
"Hey! Maybe we'd better case this joint a little more," Darlene offered.
"I say we just go in there and beat the shit out of all of them," Samantha wanted to get on with it right away.
"Right now!" she pounded her fist into her palm for emphasis.
"Now don't be too impatient. We don't want all those assholes coming down on us. Just the blonde cunt," Mary Lou said.
They wondered where Helga and the Oberfuhrer had come from. They reasoned that they were probably out of town on a recruiting trip and had just returned. They really didn't care, but they couldn't help but see that Helga looked a little woozy as she walked into the building.
"Must have been screaming for Flannery again," Doris said. "They always bury shills in their crowds to pretend that there is support for the Oberfuhrer."
"Yeah, she must not have slept for several days from the way she looked," Betty added.
"Okay, let's go case the joint." came another voice.
"Be careful!" Mary Lou warned.
The girls slipped out of their van and went off in different directions. They wanted to get close enough to observe what was going on. Due to the late hour, they knew they would have difficulty. The streets were deserted. They could easily be spotted if they descended on the building in a group.
Luckily for them, the guards that had come out to greet Tina, had moved the van and were now back in the building.
Samantha went around behind the building, Betty and Darlene approached the sides. Mary Lou and Doris stole up on the front, hiding behind parked cars as they took their time to ensure they wouldn't be spotted.
As Doris and Mary Lou got closer to the dimly lit building they could see a group sitting around a table. It looked like Tina, Helga and two others having a lively discussion.
The girls had agreed that they would take no more than ten minutes each to get a handle on the situation. Then they would meet back at the van.
Samantha was climbing over the rickety chain link fence that enclosed the rear of the property. She slipped on a trash can lid that someone had thrown against the fence. Her heart stopped as the crash echoed in her ears.
Inside the building, Helga turned to Tina.
"Did you hear something Mein Oberfuhrer?"
Tina looked up for a minute, angry at the interruption. She was planning the rally and was down to some critical issues.
"I think that our little session at the stockade has left bells in your batfry," she said. Tina had been so immersed in her planning, she didn't hear anything.
Helga, not wishing to incur any more wrath of her leader, didn't press the issue.
Samantha stood stock still.
She was sure that someone inside the building heard her. The noise was deafening to her as she quickly ran to the safety of the dumpster and crouched. Her eyes were on the back door. She waited for someone to appear. After several minutes past, she felt safe enough to continue her surveillance.
Walking silently up to the rear entrance, she peeked inside the barred glass window. She counted four girls. Helga, Tina and two guards.
This should be easy, she thought as she ran back to the fence.
At the sides of the building, Betty and Darlene were each looking for a vantage point. They peered at each other and gave a shrug. Neither could find a window.
Betty motioned with her finger skyward.
Darlene caught her drift and both girls started to shinny up the drainpipes that lined the sides. They were to the top in five minutes.
On the roof they approached the skylight slowly, taking very careful steps. They didn't want to be heard by those below.
In front of the building, Mary Lou and Doris got the best view.
The Imperial Order was so cocksure of itself that they had plate glass windows giving all who cared to look inside, a view of their meeting hall. At the far end of the hall, their swastika banner hung the full length from ceiling to floor. Its blood red color sent chills through Doris.
"They are really something," she whispered to Mary Lou. "I count only four. How about you?" she asked.
"That's all I can see. Let's hope the other girls got a good look from the other sides. We don't want to be surprised by anyone lingering in a back room."
Ten minutes later the girls were back in the van.
"We can crash through the skylight. It looks like a short drop to their stage. Probably no more than eight feet," Darlene said.
Betty agreed. They would take the roof and enter through the skylight.
Samantha thought the grilled window on the rear of the building might pose a problem.
"Did you try the doorknob?" Mary Lou asked.
"Well, when we go in, try it. If you can't get in, just hang loose there in case one of those cunts tries to escape out the back, okay?"
"Okay."
"For god's sake though, Samantha," she continued. "If it looks like things are not going our way, come back around the front and help out.
Understand?"
"No problem," Samantha replied.
Doris and I will take the front. I can't wait to get a look at that bitch's face when we enter. In fact I can't wait to see the look on all their faces!" Mary Lou was getting excited now.
The moment they had been waiting for ever since Doris's beating was fast approaching. Her pussy tingled at the thought of flesh upon flesh. She was ready for some action. She wanted to inflict pain. She was going to make them pay for what they did to her friend and lover.
CRAAAASH ...
The skylight exploded in a shroud of shattered glass as Betty and Darlene came leaping down onto the stage.
The girls sitting around the table were shocked into silence.
"W ... what ...
CRAAAACK ...
Mary Lou and Doris crashed through the front door.
Samantha was watching through the back window and saw that they had the advantage of surprise. The looks on the faces of the girls around the table told her that they had been completely surprised.
Mary Lou was first to reach Tina, already coming off her chair, her lips set in a determined line.
"How dare you ... " she started to say as Mary Lou's fist caught her flush in the face.
She fell backwards over the table, upending it. Papers and cups went flying in all directions.
Mary Lou was on top of Tina in an instant, pummeling her face as hard as she could.
Tina reached her arms and hands up to ward off the blows.
Who is this her confused mind wondered as another blow caught her on the nose.
She screamed in pain as the bone shattered.
Mary Lou grabbed the Oberfuhrer's hair and started banging her head on the floor.
THUD ... THUD ... THUD.. the dull sound of Tina's skull crashing hard against the floor was lost in the shouts of the other girls as they started in on each other.
Betty and Darlene made a bee line for the two guards as they hopped down from the stage. Each grabbed the closest girl to her and started swinging.
Betty landed the first punch but the guard was quick. She quickly brought her doubled fist into Betty's stomach, almost knocking the wind out of her.
Betty's intense training and conditioning saved her. She had tightened her stomach muscles at the last instant. The blow did not knock her completely defenseless. She brought her knee up and grabbed for the girl's head.
Face mashed into knee with a sickening sound. Blood spattered over Betty's knee as the guards nose landed in the middle of her kneecap, shattering the thin membrane flat against her face.
"OWWWWWWW ... " a scream of agony filled the room as the guard's hands went to her face.
She screamed even louder when her fingers touched her nose. "ARGGGGHHHH ... Y ... YOU ... B ... BROKE ... MY ... N ... NOSE ...
Betty's face was set in a grimace at the sight of the pain she had just inflicted on the girl.
Her fist came up and landed another blow right on top of the girl's broken nose.
Betty thought she heard the cry of the damned as the guard toppled over in a heap.
She was finished.
Betty now turned to Mary Lou and saw her straddling the Obferfuhrer, mashing her head into the floor. Tina's eyes were rolling around senselessly in her head from the terrific bashing she was receiving.
She tried to raise her knee several times, giving weak kicks towards Mary Lou's groin. She touched nothing but air.
As she struggled to gain control under the adrenalin pumped Mary Lou, Tina reached her arm to grab something ... anything ... to strike back with. Her right hand found her riding crop and she closed her fingers around it.
SLAAASH ...
She swung the crop with the last ounce of energy she had left in her and brought the crop across Mary Lou's face opening a thin gash down the length of her cheek.
SLASH ... SLASH ... CRAAAACK ...
She swung the crop three more times, inflicting three sharp welts across Mary Lou's upper arms and shoulders.
The blows fell increasingly weak as Mary Lou renewed her thumping of Tina's skull against the floor.
The riding crop fell away.
Betty turned to Doris.
Doris was backing Helga towards the wall, a menacing look on her face.
On the other side of the room, Darlene was in a tight clinch with the other guard. Her fingernails were scratching an ugly path down the girl's face.
"So cunt! You want to play rough, do you?" Doris said as Helga kept walking backwards.
Helga was still weak from her ordeal at the stockade and knew that she wouldn't be able to resist the advancing girl. From the looks of the action going on around her, she would be alone pretty soon and at the mercy of this girl.
The wheel had turned full circle.
All thoughts of her allegiance to the Oberfuhrer quickly vanished. She no longer saw herself as the all powerful matron of the Stockade, inflicting torments on hapless prisoners. She had been through enough at Tina's hands.
But Tina's hands were hands of instruction. Hands to make her obey her Imperial Order's leader without question. Hands of discipline and correction. The girl advancing on her was going to hurt her and hurt her bad. She was convinced that nothing she could do would help her.
The powerful beating she had inflicted on Doris was only because she had the advantage of surprise. She didn't have that now.
She cowered as the girl's eyes narrowed the closer she got.
"P ... please ... don't hurt m.. me ... " she stammered.
"You should have thought about that when you got me," Doris sneered.
"Please ... I ... I'll ... d ... do anything ... anything at all. Please ... d ... don't ... hurt me," Helga was wailing now.
CRAAAACK ...
Doris's hand came down in a vicious judo chop, knocking Helga out. She slid down the wall in a heap.
Darlene was kicking the last guard with violent swings of her muscular legs. Her legs had lead her to glory and honor on the Lacrosse field, and now they were giving her the honor of paying back these neo Nazi cunts. These swastika bitches who thought they were so all powerful.
CRAAAAACK ... Darlene felt a rib cave in as her foot landed another blow on the downed girl's chest.
The moans of agony of thoroughly beaten women filled the room.
The girl raised her head in one last desperate attempt to ward off the punishing kicks.
Her hands found Darlene's ankle and twisted hard, spilling the girl on a heap on top of her.
WHOOOOOOSH ... Her stomach expelled air as Darlene crashed hard on top of her broken ribs.
The guard made one last attempt to strike back, biting Darlene's leg as she fell on top of her.
Her teeth slackened as soon as the air expelled from her lungs.
Darlene was left with only light pink marks where the girl had tried to bite into her flesh.
She rolled off the beaten girl and stepped back. Taking careful aim, she brought her leg back and let it go with one last powerful kick. The point of her foot landed on the side of the downed girl's head, knocking her completely unconscious.
From her vantage point out back, Samantha was watching the scene, glad she didn't have to expose her pretty face and body to the melee. She was excited by the vicious fighting going on inside. Her pussy was drenched from watching the blows landed on the Imperial Order's guards.
Inside, Mary Lou stood up and looked over at Doris.
"Get her outside!" she motioned with her head to Helga's limp form.
"Let's go girls, we got what we came for!" she shouted to Betty and Darlene.
Outside, Samantha could see the girls dragging the unconscious Helga out the front door. It was her signal to join them at the van.
They were inside the van in under a minute, dragging Helga's legs through the cargo door. Samantha slammed it with a bang and leapt into the passenger seat. The van lurched into gear and they were screeching away from the curb.
Mission accomplished.
SLAAAAP ...
"SO ... YOU WANT TO PLAY ROUGH, DO YOU?" Mary Lou's face was tightened in anger as she brought the paddle down hard on Helga's ass.
The girls had brought the hapless coed back to Betty's house and started to administer her pay back.
They had stripped her naked and laid her on top of the coffee table in the living room. She was going to be their centerpiece.
Their centerpiece of pain and suffering.
Mary Lou and Doris had tied her body into a severe hogtie. She couldn't move a muscle.
The girls had come up with an ingenious gag. They didn't want a sound to come out of Helga's mouth as they proceeded to punish her for beating Doris. The girl was going to scream loudly they knew. They didn't want to hear it.
Each of the girls had taken their time masturbating in front of the bound Helga. They left their panties on as they fondled their pussies and five pairs of soaked panties now filled Helga's mouth. She was stuffed with the mingling pussy juice of five beautiful girls.
Her cheeks bulged with the tight packing and she tried to spit them out. Mary Lou had placed two wide strips of duct tape over Helga's mouth. Around this she wound a thick elastic bandage. Finally, a leather discipline helmet was pulled tightly over Helga's head and laced up.
She was muted.
Her moans of pain could not be heard.
As Mary Lou spanked her exposed buttocks hard, Helga's muffled cries were choked off by the panties in her mouth. She could only take deep breaths of leather, pussy juice and her own saliva.
CRAAAAACK ...
CRAAAAACK ...
Two hard whip strokes cut lines across the bound girl's ass. The flesh trembled then jerked as the thin whip cut into it. The girls knew that Helga was suffering.
Darlene and Betty sat next to each other on the couch, their hands in each other's pussy. The scene in front of them was turning them on. They turned their heads to kiss each other, keeping an eye on the rapidly reddening buttocks of Helga Stern as Mary Lou continued to apply the strokes of the whip.
"Let me!" Doris said, taking the whip from Mary Lou's hand.
"Be my guest!" she said, handing the crop over.
"You fucking cunt!" Doris screamed as she brought the crop down hard between the bound girl's shoulder blades.
The hog tie prevented any escape from the burning blows. Helga's back was soon covered with red welts, her flesh on fire from the whipping administered by Doris.
She leaned over and placed her ear near the mouth of the discipline helmet.
"Tell me you like this?" she asked the bound girl.
Helga heard the question but couldn't answer. She swallowed again.
Whose pussy juice was that? her confused mind asked as she swallowed one of the girl's cunt creams.
SPANK ... !
CRAAAACK ... !
TWAAAACK ... !
The whip continued to cut into her naked flesh as the girls now started taking turns whipping the bound and gagged girl.
A beating was too good for this cunt they had agreed. They didn't want any repercussions from the Imperial Order or the authorities. They all knew the pull that Tina Flannery had in Seattle. They didn't want to take any chances, especially after the beating they had administered to her and the guards earlier.
They would just inflict a long, slow, very painful lesson on Helga. A lesson that she would not soon forget. A lesson that would be remembered long after they had finished with her.
No one would mess around with Doris again. They would think twice about getting their own revenge after they returned Helga to the Imperial Office headquarters.
After they had administered their own brand of discipline, they would dump her unceremoniously on the doorstep, pushing her out the van door. It would be a fitting triumph to real law and order.
It was Samantha's turn now.
She walked around the coffee table and looked down at the bruised and marked flesh under her. She noticed a wet spot on the table between Helga's legs.
Dipping her fingers into the girl's exposed cunt she brought them up to her face and sniffed. Helga was cumming from her ordeal!
"Your pussy is soooo wet," Samantha said to the unhearing girl. "Perhaps this will dry you out," she said as she brought the whip handle back in an arc.
THWAAAAAAACK ... !!!
The crop swung down hard between the bound girl's thighs, landing directly on her pussy lips. An ugly redness quickly rushed to the tormented cunt and Helga's body jerked against her bonds.
TWAAAAAAAACK ... !!!
THWAAAAAAACK ... !!!
THWAAAAAAACK ... !!!
Three more quick blows fell on the puffed pussy as Samantha swished the crop with all of her strength.
She reached back down between Helga's legs. "Still wet!" she exclaimed. Underneath the discipline hood, Helga could barely breathe, but her survival instincts were functioning at top speed.
She was swallowing cunt cream.
She was being whipped.
She was in a terribly tight hogtie.
She was being brutally and harshly punished by five beautiful girls.
Her body jerked in orgasm, her cunt letting loose another puddle of pussy juice on the wooden coffee table.
Helga stern was where she always wanted to be.