Chapter 10
Heather came to feeling the sharp stings of slaps across her face. The wood collar around her neck chafed and irritated her tender skin every time her head bounced around like a rubber ball from the hard blows. But she struggled back to consciousness enough to make Mr. Elliot stop slapping her.
"I want you to see this," he said, half-chuckling. "She knew that anything that amused the sadistic man wouldn't please her at all.
She tried to itemize all the hurts she felt. It was a difficult time because she ached all over. Most of all, though her pussy hurt terribly. It ached, it burned, it victimized her. From the time Mr. Elliot had popped her cherry to the time she had been strapped down on the lathe and the huge wooden dildo had rotated so powerfully in her tiny, almost virginal cunt, she had ached.
She didn't think most women who were twice her age had had their pussies used as much-misused as much-as she had in the past few hours. And in spite of it all, she still longed for cock to be thrust up into her cunt.
The teenager didn't understand it. The thought of having either Mr. Larson or the principal fuck her was alien. She hated them with a passion few could ever know. But they had awakened something inside her that wouldn't die down. She wanted her brother in a way that wasn't even remotely sisterly. She wanted his prick-and all for herself.
Heather wanted to feel him fucking her, using his prick as only he could, giving them both the ultimate human pleasure. The idea of another man doing such a horrid thing to her made her shudder and cringe. But her brother was different. He cared for her. She knew he cared for her as much as she did for him.
Whatever else these two men had done to her, it had brought out her love for her brother, Mark. She could spend the rest of her life peacefully, happily with him, fucking all night long and never wanting another man in her life.
All the horrors done to her might have warped her, but she didn't think so. Another girl might have been forced to hate all men. She might have become a devout lesbian, scorning men and all they had to offer. If anything, Heather believed this experience, awful as it had been, had broadened her sexual ideas immensely. She had enjoyed the lezzie lovemaking with Lynn, but she knew that it could never replace her brother's prick for giving her all the pleasure she could handle.
When they got out of this...
If they got out of it...
Heather backed away from the hand as Mr. Elliot slapped her hard across the face again. "Don't, please!" she begged. "That hurts!"
"Good, now you're paying attention. Suck your brother's cock until he's nice and hard. Then we're all gonna have some big fun."
She didn't like the sound of his words. Fun didn't come easily around here, but she wasn't about to turn down the chance at Mark's prick again. She licked her lips as she saw Mr. Larson sit her brother on the edge of the bench saw. His legs were parted wide and his prick hung down limp and tired between his legs.
She'd make that cock alive and throbbing for her pussy! Just give her the chance.
"The bitch looks hot to give her brother a blow job. I swear, these kids today are sex hungry. Never saw anything like it."
"Aw, shut up and watch. This is gonna be fun. When she gets him good and hard, then I'm gonna..." His statement was cut off by a curt shake of Mr. Elliot's head. It was obvious the principal didn't want the shop instructor spilling the beans too early.
But Heather didn't pay them much attention. She realized that as long as she kept them happy, they wouldn't kill her and Mark and Lynn. But as soon as they tired of this little sexual game, they were all dead meat. The teenager dropped to her knees and found the distance just about right. She had to strain a little bit due to the wooden stocks around her neck, but she managed to get her lips to the tip of her brother's cock.
She sucked. Hard. He groaned and started to fall back on the table, then stopped, realizing how near the saw blade he was. He scooted forward a little bit and immediately uttered a sigh of delight.
"Ummm, your mouth! It feels so good and after fucking Lynn's sawdusty cunt..." His voice trailed off as he moaned again. Heather didn't want him talking. She preferred him to simply enjoy what she could offer.
The girl worried that she might not be doing this properly. She had so little experience in giving head. She cursed under her breath in a most uncharacteristic manner because she hadn't taken the chances offered her in the past for doing things just like this. All those boys and she'd turned them down.
Never again!
This was too much fun-with her brother. She didn't know what it would be like with other men. She'd have to find out. But those thoughts were quickly buried under the delight surging into her as she allowed her tongue to move as it pleased around her brother's cock. The limp penis stirred a little and she knew then that she was doing as good a job as possible. She had to play this by ear and try to make sure she didn't do anything that would hurt him.
Her tongue worked hard against the underside of his prick. This made the cock jerk and twitch around like a spastic worm, but it also got his throbbing cock to slowly stiffen. She sucked harder on him until her cheeks hollowed and she almost passed out from lack of oxygen. She wanted this to be the best blow job he'd ever received. The girl didn't care what the two men had in store after she got his prick nice and hard. She had reached a point where any humiliation would simply be ignored. There was nothing they could do to her anymore that mattered.
They'd tied her up, robbed her of her virginity both up the cunt and up the ass, then fucked her both at the same, made her brother fuck her, used the shop's lathe to do horrible things to her cunt and even come in her face.
There was nothing left in the way of degradation they could do to her. Even making her eat out the pussy of her best friend after they'd pissed all over her lacked the impact it once had. She was hardening, toughening-and learning to enjoy all this.
"Hey, is his prick hard enough yet? It looks it to me."
"Only about halfway there, but she got him up faster'n I'd have thought possible. The kid really-likes to suck on cock, I guess. Hell, let her suck on your prick again when she's done with her brother."
Done with her brother. The damning words burned loud and clear and incestuous in her ears. She shouldn't do this. It had been ingrained in her by parents and church that this was a horrible sin. Fuck it! She loved the taste, she loved the feel, she loved the wondrous male musk all over his prick. She'd never give up his hard, virile prick. Never!
Her tongue looped out and spiraled down the entire length of his cock. She teased the loose flesh until it came totally taut and pulsed wildly against her rough pink tongue. Then she tried to lick his balls, only to be pulled away by Mr. Elliot.
"Enough of that, sweetie. We have other plans for your dear brother. Get the blonde bitch over here, Mike."
A rough hand shoved Heather down to the floor. She sat down in the middle of a pile of sawdust and, for the first time, realized what Lynn had gone through when those two men had forced Mark to fuck her on the table with the sawdust all over it. She let the itchy feeling work its way into her ass before she moved, getting to her knees.
What she witnessed wasn't very pretty. She knew that one slip on either Mark's or Lynn's part and there would be hell to pay. Mr. Larson had planted Lynn on the table of the saw and spread her legs obscenely wide. Mr. Elliot had then positioned Mark in such a way that his prick shot into the girl's tight pussy.
And then the spinning blade of the saw was turned on.
"God, no!" moaned Lynn, feeling the hot blade whirling just inches away from her ass. "You can't do this! It's inhuman!"
"Shut up and fuck. The sooner you get it over, the sooner we turn the saw off. Of course, if you happen to brush against the saw blade while it's running, tough shit!"
"Yeah, and you, stud, fuck her good. To make sure you do it, we're gonna be whippin' that tight ass of yours." To show he meant business, Mr. Larson swung a short length of rope and smashed across Mark's butt, leaving a long red welt.
But the stroke with the rope had the desired effect. When Mark flinched away, it drove his cock all the way up into Lynn's cunt. The girl groaned and almost leaned back on the table, only to feel the hot, spinning blade just a fraction of an inch away.
"Keep fucking, damn you!" snarled Mr. Larson. The rop sang an evil song as he repeatedly beat Mark across the back and shoulders with it. Heather watched in sick horror as Mark reluctantly began to obey the madman. He shoved his hips forward tentatively, not wanting to scoot Lynn into the blade with the force of his fucking.
"Tighten down on my prick with your pussy," Mark commanded, "and I'll try to pull you away."
It wasn't much, but it was all he could do. With their hands and necks so securely fastened in the stocks, there wasn't any other way of getting her away from the whirling death of the saw blade. The teenager groaned, then pulled backwards.
Heather held her breath. She knew what he was trying to do and how much it must pain him to do it. It would seem to her brother that his prick was being pulled out by the roots. But it worked. Panting, groaning, sweating profusely, he managed to get Lynn away from the saw.
"Fuck her, dammit, fuck her good!" Again came the rope, whirring through the air in counter tempo to the buzzing of the saw blade. Mark yelped but said nothing. He simply began using short, quick strokes to fuck Lynn's open, willing pussy. Together, they would have to work out some system where the girl wouldn't get her ass cut off and still please the two demented men so sadistically urging them on.
Mark grunted and tried to do his best. The girl kept slipping and sliding away from him every time he drove particularly hard into her cunt. And each time he did, it put her a little closer to hot steel dismemberment. He gritted his teeth as he felt the blonde's cunt clamp down even harder on his cock. He pulled back, feeling her body slowly slip all around his rigid prick. Her cunt juices were simply too slippery for this kind of action to succeed more than once or twice.
"Let me fasten my legs around your waist, Mark," Lynn panted. She lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind his back, only to find that Mr. Larson didn't like this particular innovation on their part. It was obvious he wanted to see blood while they fucked.
"Get those pretty little ankles undone," he snarled. His rope landed harshly against one of Lynn's calves, and Heather could actually see the muscle knot and begin to convulse.
"And keep the kid fucking. I don't like all this wasted time. Get to it, you two. You're the big stud. And you're the hot bush. Let's see some action or we might run you across the saw blade regardless of what you do or don't do."
The threat convinced Mark that the only way out of their dilemma was to try and please the men. He began tentatively poking in and out of the girl's cunt, wondering to himself what it would have been like fucking her under other circumstances. He decided it would have been damned fine screwing.
Lynn had a tight cunt, almost as virgin tight as his sister's. And she knew all the right tricks to play with her pussy. She could tighten up on cock or loosen her pussy walls so that her cunt lips would flutter all around the base of his prick. The tickling sensation took away his normally good control and made him want to come like some kid getting his first piece of ass.
Most of all, Mark noticed that the vibrations from the saw made his cock quiver inside the girl's pussy just like a giant vibrator. But no vibrator had ever been this warm and thick and virile.
Lynn closed her eyes allowing the precious cock to drive in and out of her twat at just the right speed. The way her ass shook on the table was relaxing and she found herself becoming more and more excited due to the action of his cock inside her. A large hunk of plastic dildo could have filled her the way Mark's cock did, but no artificial prick would have been so vibrant and warm and demanding.
"More, Mark, give me all you've got. To hell with the saw blade. Forget it! Just give me that sweet prick of yours all the way up my cuuuuuunt!"
She came. Her entire body convulsed as his prick lightly brushed against her clit. The motion of the table combined with the way his cock shot in and out of her wanton cunt hole combined to give her a teeth rattling orgasm. Her legs tightened on the sides of his body, but she rapidly abandoned even this grip when Mr. Larson began whipping her legs.
She couldn't take the pain along with the pleasure she was receiving from Mark's fucking. There was something alien and ugly about feeling pain while she was being fucked that she didn't like one bit. And the heat from the saw blade whirring mindlessly just a fraction of an inch away from her ass kept her all too aware of her predicament.
"More?" the youth asked. He was sweating and didn't want to pursue this much farther, in spite of the way his balls ached and threatened to explode at any instant. He knew if he lost control, she might be pushed into the jagged edge of the blade and he wouldn't be able to help her until it was too late.
"Yes," she whispered hotly. "Give me all the cock you can and to hell with those mother fuckers!" The blonde wanted nothing more than to feel the delights of climax ripping through her tender body again. The warmth in her pussy rapidly spread and puddled in her belly like molten lead. She loved it and she wanted more.
Relaxing was hard, but she did it. The vibrating table under her butt gave new life to the cock fucking her so avidly. She wouldn't have traded this experience for anything in the world. Lynn could almost forget about how she had come to be in this spot, so great was her enjoyment.
"After, Mark, after we get loose," she stuttered, "can we fuck like this again?"
"Yesssss," he hissed, from between clenched teeth. He was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on keeping the fucking rhythm smooth and even. The way his balls tensed up, he knew it wouldn't be long before she pulled every drop of jism from his body.
He'd thought his sister had an educated mouth from the way she got him hard in such a short time, but he had to admit that Lynn's cunt was even better wrapped around his prick. She did things to him that no other chick ever had before. He couldn't describe what it was. Hot pussy was nice no matter whose it was. But this was something more, something in the way she was able to string him along, to massage his cock with the entire length of her cunt, to give him all the pleasures he'd been missing before.
His sister was good and he'd loved fucking her-but it had been the thrill of illicit incest that had given the real zest to that fucking. With Lynn, it was vastly different.
He held back the fiery tide of his jizz long enough to ram in and out of the girl's cunt a few more times. The quivering of the table worked its magic on her and she came before he did.
Then he found himself flying across the room, unable to break his fall due to his bound hands. Mr. Elliot was snarling, "Hell, I didn't think those fuckers would enjoy it that much. Did you hear that bitch? She actually wanted to do this again, while we weren't there to watch!"
"Sick," said Mr. Larson, slapping the rope across his palm. "And to think of all the hours we've spent giving them the benefits of our vast sexual knowledge."
Heather felt sick to her stomach when she saw the ragged wounds on Lynn's ass. The girl had slipped just enough to let the saw blade gouge into her snowy white flesh. Another couple seconds and she might have gotten a really serious cut from the serrated edge. And all because of those two men gloating and laughing at them.
Those bastards, she thought.