Chapter 11
"I like the idea of our young stud, there, fucking his sister again. Should I put her on the saw table and let her feel those nice vibrations, too?" asked Mr. Larson.
"No," replied Mr. Elliot, slowly, running his thumb and forefinger across his chin. "I have a better idea. See that overhead hoist? The one with the motor on it?"
Above them ran a strong beam which held a hoist. A motor had been affixed to the chain for some reason long forgotten. If it was turned on, the hook on the end of the chain would slowly spin around and around. For some reason, Heather caught her breath when she realized that. She didn't know what horrible purpose lurked in Mr. Elliot's sick mind, but she knew she'd find out in a hurry.
When she saw him pick up a wooden basket, then punch the bottom out with his fist, she knew what he was planning. And she didn't like it one bit. However, struggle as she might, she couldn't hold off the two men as they lifted her and dumped her in the bottomless basket so that her ass poked out whitely underneath.
Then they hoisted her up and fastened the basket to the overhead hook. When Mr. Elliot flicked the switch, Heather experienced a moment's vertigo as she began to spin around and around. With her butt hanging down under the basket, her pussy was widely exposed to whatever terrible thing they had in mind for her.
"Isn't that just about the prettiest sight you ever saw?" said the man. "Lookit this!"
He drove his middle finger into her cunt and her entire body swung in a circle around it. The motor actually caused the girl to fuck herself on the man's finger. She gasped when he moved it from her cunt to her ass-hole. If it hadn't been for the faint traces of love juice still remaining in her twat that had lubricated the man's finger, she knew he might have torn delicate tissues up her still aching ass.
She had been raped too many times not to be sore and aching in every orifice in her body. But she knew that they were just beginning to use her-and she understood the full horror of this when they pushed her brother to the floor under her. His cock aimed directly up at her slowly spinning cunt.
"Lower the bitch a little bit. More, more, there! Stop! Right on target. like it, stud?"
Mark grunted as he felt the softness of his sister's pussy rubbing against the tip of his knobby headed cock. The juices trickled down his long pole and actually made his balls tighten up even more. But the promise of having her rotating around his cock was almost too much for him. He almost came then and there.
"Got the other motor working yet, Jim? I want him to get the full benefit of this!"
Heather gasped when she felt herself being lowered slightly. The way Mark's prick entered her took away her breath. Compressed tightly into the small fruit basket the way she was, she was completely helpless. And when his cock pressed between her tightly closed cunt lips, it felt as if he were fucking her with a telephone pole rather than his prick.
"God, it's so biiig!" she muttered. The sensation wasn't too bad. She didn't like the way she was bent double in the basket, but this even proved to be a turn on for her. Her tits were jammed hard against her upper thighs. As her beating heart hammered more and more blood into her boobs, they swelled and began to feel like over-inflated balloons. Her nipples sprang erect and rubbed against her thighs. Whenever she twisted slightly in the basket, a twinge of delight rocketed into her chest. Soon, she was breathing napalm and the lightest touch was electric for her.
The motors pulled her up and away from Mark's precious prick. She tensed and tried to hang onto him the way Lynn seemed to. Her bodily secretions betrayed her. Her cunt had grown too slippery at the thought of having her very own brother's prick inside her cunt again. She was literally drooling out her thick inner oils now.
"Damn you, damn you to hell!" groaned Mark. "Either let me fuck her or get her the hell away!"
"So he wants to ball his own sister. I can't believe it. These kids today are something else. They get hard-ons and will fuck any hole, no matter whose it is. Why, this is your sister, kid! Your sister!"
"Yes, and I want him to fuck me!" cried out Heather, the words stinging her ears. She could hardly believe she was saying such crude things. Before the evening had begun, she'd hardly admitted such words existed and now she was using them. And all because they wouldn't let her fuck with her brother!
"Turn the motors on full speed and see how the little cunt-likes that."
When she began spinning faster and faster, Heather almost passed out from the motion. But grimly she held on and when she was lowered onto her brother's prick again, she found a paradise. The spinning motion actually corkscrewed his cock into her tight cunt in a new and deliciously different way. Most women would never experience the way that prick drove into her juicy seething hot pussy.
And here she was, almost a virgin!
"Love it," she sighed, "Love it to death!"
When the two men laughed harshly, she knew that she shouldn't have said that. It only reminded them-and her-that she would soon be dead. When she no longer pleased them, or the dawn's light promised students and staff coming back to school, they would be killed and quickly. She didn't know how or where, but it hardly mattered to her.
She decided to grab as much pleasure as she could from her brother's prick drilling so hot and fine into her agitated cunt. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was his cock spinning around rather than her body. The delight coursed into her, warmed her with the friction, made her body respond in new and wondrous ways.
She came.
She screamed and thrashed around the best she could in the tight confines of the basket and stocks. His cock came and went several times from her convulsing pussy before she came down from her sexual high. Then she heard something which made her wonder what the hell was going on.
A deep buzzing sounded, a cutting noise. Opening her eyes made her dizzy for a second, then she saw. Lynn had worked her way off the saw and moved her head down to the table top. With a quick motion while Mr. Larson and Mr. Elliot were occupied watching the up and down fucking of brother and sister, Lynn cut off the stocks imprisoning her.
For a brief second, she stood there numbed by the sudden removal of her bonds. She rubbed her wrists and neck, then bolted for the door. Heather held her breath, wondering if either of the men would see her and go running after her.
Lynn was their only hope now for survival. Heather almost cried at the thought. Naked, abused, raped, circulation still not fully in her wrists, Lynn was their only hope. It was almost laughable, but hope was hope.
"Shit," cried Mr. Larson. "The blonde bitch got away."
"Jesus fucking Christ, how'd you let her cut those stocks off like that? I thought you were going to turn the saw off so she couldn't do it? Shit, get after her! If she finds a cop, it's our asses in a sling!"
Mr. Larson rushed out the door, paused and looked up and down the halls and called back, "She's not in sight. I don't know which way she went. Come help me find her, dammit, or we're both gonna swing for this!"
The principal snarled something under his breath that Heather couldn't hear, then walked over and glared down at her. Straining in the basket, she looked up into his eyes and saw only stark hatred. She was confused, didn't know why he hated her like this.
"Got to find that blonde friend of yours before she does something really dumb, like get the cops.
But I don't want you and your loving brother to think I'm neglecting you. I'm going to leave you here, just like this. Don't go away." Laughing harshly, he turned and left.
"Don't go away," grunted Mark, from underneath Heather. "How the hell are we supposed to escape? I've still got the stocks on and they tied my feet to the table. All I can do is lie here and let your cunt come down over me."
"Is that so bad?" sighed Heather. But she knew the answer. They would have to try and escape this trap they were in-and it would have to be now while Lynn was free. If those men got the three of them together again, they would kill them. Visions of movies she'd seen dealing with murders using chain saws flashed through her mind. No matter how the principal got rid of them, it wouldn't be nice.
But she almost liked this. There was little required on her part to drive that lovely pecker of her brother's all the way into her twat. And the idea that they were finally alone together made her insides quiver like a bowl of jelly. She wanted her brother-badly. But did it have to be like this? In such an uncomfortable position?
She tried to relax as the motors drove her up and down on his prick. Whoever had developed the hoist certainly hadn't had this type of odd fucking in mind, but the design work was superb. Heather could close her eyes, spin around, drop a little lower and feel the turgid head of her brother's cock poke between her pink, pursed cunt lips. And then he surged all the way into her pussy as the basket lowered further.
The in and out of this bizarre fucking wasn't as fast as the girl would have liked but she couldn't have everything. The stocks prevented much motion on her part and the basket firmly held her in position for the boy's prick.
"Ummmm, that feels divine," she sighed. "I want more of it. Can you really fuck me good in this position?" she asked him.
"I ... I guess so. It's pretty nice, isn't it? In spite of everything." She didn't have to ask him what factors weren't nice. She knew. But if they could forget about Mr. Elliot for a while, that would be their private revenge on the man. He didn't want them to enjoy this fucking; if they did, it would show him!
The cock nudged its fat, swollen head between her cunt lips and wetly drove deeper into her pussy. She felt the basket spinning around, pulling at his cock. She tensed up a little, letting her pussy walls collapse all around the invading cock. She heard Mark groan a bit and then she followed his lead. The feelings ripping through her tortured pussy were nicer than anything that had been done to her before.
The warmth of the friction seemed to melt away all her aches. Nerves she'd been only slightly aware of came to life, singing out their songs of carnal joy. She loved the feel of her cunt walls trying to spin around with his prick. It was a twisty-turning feeling that gave her a thrill she'd never experienced before.
Most of all, the hot, rigid length of his cock assured her that her brother was nearby and willing to give her all the pleasure she could handle. As she bounced up and down on the cock, her excitement mounted rapidly. She felt her breath begin to come in tortured gasps. It was as if sandpaper covered her throat, so harsh was her breathing now.
Her tits expanded to absurd size with the fiercely aroused blood pounding into them. How she wished her brother could reach up and take the nipples between his fingers, then roll those erect little nubbins of sensitive flesh around like marbles. She had to be content with simply bobbing up and down a bit so that her upper thighs pressed firmly into her boobs. This stimulated her, but not as much as if a loving brother had been using his hands.
Perhaps her worst feeling came from her tiny clit. The organ was erect and throbbing, begging for attention it couldn't get. She tried pressing her legs more tightly together. It wasn't possible. She was already wedged as firmly as she could get into the bottomless basket. The teenager had to rely on the impaling spike of Mark's prick to do the work.
And it did it well. She gasped now every time it entered her aroused pussy. The way it pulsed and jerked around once inside her cunt told her he was getting as turned on by this as she was. It didn't seem possible that they could feel anything but hatred, yet they did.
Tensing her pussy around the long, hot poker of his fuck stick, she imagined she could feel each and every contour. The thick purpled arrowhead of his glans filled her, stretched her, made her come totally alive. The huge girth of the shaft behind it throbbed powerfully inside her. And she thought she could even feel the thick blue vein on the top of his prick as it beat in tempo with his heart. She loved it!
And her excitement grew. She began rocking back and forth in the basket, adding to the motion given it by the motors. This drove his cock even deeper into her cunt. And spinning around faster gave her more friction inside to tease her delicate twat.
Heather came. It felt as if the top of her head was going to sail right off into orbit. For a moment, she tried to hold it all inside, then she discovered that wasn't possible. She allowed the titanic sensation to race throughout her tender young body, freeze her breathing, tense all her muscles, give her the ultimate in human pleasure.
When she realized it didn't matter if she cried out or not, she let loose with a long, heartfelt shriek of joy. "I ... oh, Mark darling, this is great. I want more, more! I ... unngghhhhhhh!"
Her entire body shook in reaction, then, all too soon, she floated down from her sex high. This was better than any drug ever could be, Heather thought. She'd never indulged in such things and now she didn't have to for a kick. All she had to do was let her brother Mark fuck the merry hell out of her.
This was living!
"God, Sis, you're sucking my prick like you had your mouth wrapped around it. I don't know how you do it. Never felt a chick's cunt that could make me feel that way."
She could barely hear him. Her mind was glazed from sex. She simply wanted to drift along in the fuzzy afterglow of a fine fucking. Her muscles protested the bent-double position and her ass actually was beginning to hurt from muscle cramps. Having Mark's cock driven repeatedly into her pussy was nice, but she wished it could be done in a less confined position.
Still, this added something to the fucking that wouldn't have existed otherwise. She was completely at his mercy. No matter that he was bound as she was. She couldn't move, she had her hands and neck thrust through a wooden stock and her entire body was enclosed in a bottomless wood basket. The very constraints on her movement added to her enjoyment of the fucking in some weird way.
The teenager didn't try to understand it, she simply enjoyed it that much more. She struggled futilely against the sides of the basket. Hearing them creak and groan only spurred her on. Her passions mounted and soared and then erupted again. Her climax was even more intense than the first one she'd gotten.
"Heather, my balls! It feels like someone put them in a vise and is tightening up on them. Can't last much longer. Gotta come, just gotta, oh, oh shiiiit!"
She felt the basket drop down and spin around the tip of her brother's cock. Her cunt was blazing hot and she knew that the tightness was having its effect on him. It certainly was on her! She couldn't hold back the fiery tide of her own emotions.
She came again.
She felt his prick buck and jerk, then geyser out a steady flood of white hot jizz. It splattered her cunt walls and made them contract even more. She was pushed even higher on the kaleidoscopic winds of orgasm and tossed around until she thought she would lose her mind. And she wanted more!
Her body jerked and convulsed and tried to thrash around freely but the basket prevented it-for a few seconds. Then came a tearing sound and she found herself lying full length on top of her brother, his coming prick still shooting hard inside her tight little pussy. She bounced up and down a few times to drive his prick even deeper into her cunt, then she relaxed. He sighed deeply and whispered hotly in her ear, "That was super, Sis. Really great. I just wish..."
Then it hit both of them. She was free from the basket and could move around. And the saw was still turned on. She could free herself just as Lynn had.
"Go to it, Heather," Mark urged. "Get those stocks off and then get me free. I want to get even with those slimy sons of bitches so bad, I can taste it!"
"Me, too," she agreed. It was harder sawing the stocks off than she'd anticipated, but she did it. In less than five minutes, she freed Mark. Naked, bruised, abused, they stood there looking at one another. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for them to embrace and kiss each other.
But the kiss wasn't very brotherly-sisterly. Not the way they did it.