Chapter 12

"I don't believe you did it," Mark said, looking at the fragments of the wood basket. It had been ripped apart like some giant had powerfully sundered it. "And God, the cuts on your legs." The way he stroked up and down his sister's thighs told her that he had more in mind than simply seeing the extent of her injuries.

She wished they had the time to explore their new relationship. This was all still so new to her, but she knew that the men would be back soon, whether they captured Lynn or not. They couldn't stand around here waiting for them. Even worse, they couldn't fuck.

"I guess you excited me more than you knew. When your cock came sailing in and set off my come, I felt as if I were powerful enough to do anything. Straightening out my legs seemed so simple. And the next thing I knew, I was sprawled full length on top of you. It was wonderful!"

"Yeah," the youth said, remembering exactly how good it had been fucking his sister. "But you're right about us getting the hell out of here. But I'm not satisfied with simply doing that. I want more. I want revenge on those two."

"Forget them, Mark," she urged. "They won't dare do anything to us if we just shut up. They can't!"

"The hell they can't," he flared. "They did this and we were pretty innocent about the whole thing. They can do anything they want to us unless we fight back."

"Do you have any ideas?"

"One or two. Lemme see where they keep their supply of stocks. I've got the idea that we're not the first ones here, and we won't be the last unless we stop them dead in their tracks."

"Over here, in the closet." Heather shuddered when she saw the stack of wooden restraints piled in the tiny room. It was obvious that her brother had been right. More would follow unless they stopped Mr. Elliot right now. But how?

"Where's that length of lead pipe I saw around here? Good. And the rope. Get the rope and some nails.

Heather watched in confusion as her brother nailed one end of the rope to the side of the door. He pulled it tight a couple times so that it was just at ankle level, then hefted the lead pipe, smacking it across his hand for effect.

"I'm ready for those bastards. Let's hope they don't have Lynn with them. It'll make this easier."

But they did have the blonde girl. She struggled between them, biting and kicking and trying her best to escape again. It was all for nothing. They were too strong for the raped and abused teenager.

"You cocksuckers! I'll kill you for this!" she shrieked.

"Sure you will, sure you will," said Mr. Larson. "After we fuck you a few more times. You've got one hell of a nice cunt. Maybe we'll decide to fuck you up the ass-after we get you back in a set of stocks. All good sex slaves should be bound up nice and tight."

"You..." she raged futilely.

Just as Mr. Larson crossed the threshold of the door, Mark yanked his rope taut. The man fell heavily, stumbling over the rope. The lead pipe flashed out and landed with a dull thunk on the back of his head. He groaned once, then collapsed, unconscious on the floor.

Mark had thought Lynn's presence would be a hindrance to capturing the men. He was wrong. If she hadn't begun to struggle and bite Mr. Elliot, the other man would have jumped Mark in an instant. As it was, he had his hands filled with clawing, biting wildcat. He turned to attend to her and this was all Mark needed.

The lead pipe swung again and met the back of the principal's head. He went down in a ragged heap.

Lynn kicked him as hard as she could, then made a face. "I think I broke my toes. But I'm glad." She stepped back and kicked him hard with her other foot. "Now I have a matched set. And I wish I were an octopus. I could kick that son of a bitch six more times!"

"What are you going to do, Mark?" asked Heather anxiously. She saw her brother dragging the men into the room and affixing stocks to their heads and wrists. "You aren't just going to leave them like this, are you?"

"Hell, no."

But he didn't elaborate on what he was doing. He quickly stripped the clothes off both men and then smiled wickedly. Using the rope stretched across the doorway he tied Mr. Elliot's feet together under the table saw so that the man's ass was firmly planted on the power feed. Then he turned to Mr. Larson.

The shop teacher soon had a thin nylon line fastened in a hangman's noose around his balls. Mark ran the line over to the lathe and wrapped it firmly around the massive metal head of the machine. He turned the lathe on and watched the line slowly reel in. The power of the machine was such that the tightening loop of nylon line around the man's prick would soon completely sever it.

To add to the men's problem, Mark made sure they were firmly tied down where they were. Then he waited for them to regain consciousness.

"Wh-what's going on?" muttered Mr. Elliot.

"This, sir," said Heather, getting the idea. She went to the saw and turned it on. The whirring blade was only inches away from the man's rear. Then she turned on the power feed that sent him slowly moving into the blade. In less than five minutes, he'd be minus a prick.

"NO!" he screamed. "This is inhuman! You can't!"

"Shut up," came Lynn's cold words. "I think it's still too good for you. You'll be a gelding, sure, but you ought to be dead."

"A gelding! Ha, that's a good one," laughed Mr. Larson. Then he realized his own predicament. And when Lynn turned on the lathe and started pulling on the nylon, he turned absolutely white.

"The two of you will get along great together. A pair of eunuchs!"

"Let's get out of here, you two. We've got to find our clothes and split. I've still got a phone call to make." Mark put his arms protectively around the two naked teenagers, then pulled them close. Never had he felt this way about anyone, much less his own sister and her best friend. He closed the door behind them as they left so they wouldn't have to listen to the screams of the two ex-men in the wood shop. t t t

There, that's done," Mark said. "I called the cops-anonymously, of course-and told them that Mr. Elliot and Mr. Larson had been dealing dope. When they find that bag of shit in Mr. Elliot's desk, they should send both those bastards up for a long time."

"Yeah," said Lynn, looking dreamy. "I guess they got what's coming to them, but still it's a shame."

"A shame!" yelled Heather. "You can't mean that."

"Sure, Heather, look at it this way. If it hadn't been for those rotten pricks, we'd have never gotten together!"

Heather smiled and snuggled into the circle of her brother's arm. She knew her blonde friend was right. Without the forced sex, they might never have discovered how great it was, just the three of them together.

In fact, she might not have discovered sex at all, much less fucking with her loving brother and lezzie sex with her best friend. Those were things she didn't want to ever abandon. Just thinking about it was making her hornier than hell. She let her agile fingers drift down to Mark's fly and run the zipper down the track. His hard-on snapped out.

He was ready for her. For them!

Heather quickly straddled his cock and began fucking herself slowly, reveling in the feel of it plunging deeply into her pussy. She opened her eyes a little and saw Lynn squatting over the youth's face. She could see his eager tongue driving hard into the blonde cunt. Tentatively, Heath reached out and began fondling the other girl' boobs. When Lynn reached over and returned the favor, she knew they were a team, the three o them inseparable.

From depravity had come bonds stronger than anything in the world. They loved each other, the truly did. And Heather was determined to show her brother and Lynn just how much!