Chapter 5

"I got turned on in a big way watching you fuck her butt, Mike," said Mr. Elliot. "Look at me!" His prick bucked long and hard and proud from his crotch. All the while he had been watching, his hands had been busy on his prick, stroking, stimulating, getting himself hard again for another good fucking.

"You're insatiable, man," Mr. Larson said. "And I'm not. I'm beat. That ass of hers literally dragged out the final drop of my come. It's gonna be hours before I can screw again."

"Hell if it is. Look at the cunt over there. Just waiting for a real stud like you to fuck her." Mr. Elliot pointed in the direction of Lynn, still struggling against her wooden bonds and the rubber ball planted between her teeth. "I bet she's just dying to have a long, thick prick like yours rammed all the way up her cunt again."

Mr. Larson looked the girl over, then stood and went to her. Heather managed to turn and peer back over her shoulder in time to see what the man did. He took his limp prick, still oozing a bit of come, and wiggled it in Lynn's face.

"You want this, huh? Do you, cunt? Answer me!" Then he slapped her hard across the face. The resounding blow echoed throughout the room. A deep red welt appeared on the girl's suddenly pale cheek. Mr. Larson stroked his hand over her injured cheek and cooed, "Didn't mean to hit you so hard. Let me make it well."

He pulled her down to her knees and then rubbed his limp prick into her face. The tiny trail of white jizz began tracking down the imprisoned girl's face, making her appear even more wanton than she was. They were treating her like a slut, making her do things she wouldn't normally, then laughing at her. Heather knew that the same was in store for her as soon as they tired of the blonde.

"Lookit that, she-likes this," said Mr. Larson. "I bet she's a real hot bush, don't you think so, Jim? Come and check it out for me."

Heather heard a rough snap, then a hiss. She smelled burning gas and managed to turn far enough around to see Mr. Elliot holding a small propane bottle in his hands. The torch had been lit and he turned the nozzle valve down until a wicked blue flame leaped from the end of the spout.

"This is sure to make her a burning hot bush, if she isn't now," he said, malice in his voice. He went to the bound and gagged girl, then toppled her over onto her back. With her hands in stocks like those holding Heather and her legs held wide apart by the two-by-four, she was completely at the man's mercy.

And mercy was something of which he had none.

He seemed to get more and more excited as the horror on the teenager's face grew when she realized what he was going to do to her. He began melting the tile on the floor between her legs, moving the leaping flame of the gas torch up slowly so that she could see where he was heading. In a few more inches, he would have the cutting flame against her sensitive cunt.

"A hot bush, huh? I'm going to make sure you're the hottest chick around. Look at her sweat, Mike. You think she's hot enough yet?"

"Nan. Keep going."

The other man was getting as much a perverted sexual thrill out of this as the principal. Mr. Elliot moved the torch even closer to her snatch. She tried to scream but the rubber ball in her mouth prevented more than trapped animal whimpering from coming out. When her pussy fur began to singe, the man actually laughed out loud. "This is fun!"

The girl's cunt smoldered from the nearness of the flame. She struggled to avoid the incinerating flame but she couldn't, not bound the way she was. She had to let the man mutilate her and couldn't even cry out in abject pain.

When the tiny flames began to dance along her pubic hair, he moved the torch away and said to Mr. Larson, "Take care of the fire. You want him to put the fire out, don't you, you dumb cunt?"

The girl's blonde head bounced vigorously up and down. It was apparent to Heather that the girl was in horrible pain. The blisters appearing on her snatch were only a small indication of what torture the man had perpetrated on her.

Mr. Larson towered over her and pulled out his limp prick, holding it in his hand. "You want the fire out, don't you? So there it goes!" And he pissed on her. When the fire was long out and only a smoldering ruin remained of her pussy fur, he continued pissing on her. He made a long, drawn out, humiliating job of it. He pissed on her cunt and then splashed a hot yellow stream between her breasts. No matter how she turned her head, she couldn't keep it from splattering into her face. And with the ball so firmly planted between her teeth, she couldn't even keep her mouth entirely closed against the piss.

Choking, the girl managed to roll over on her side just as Mr. Larson finished. He flicked off the last drip of urine and said, "There, all out now. You can thank me later when you get your voice back."

Heather was sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe men could be this depraved, yet she was seeing it with her own eyes. They had tortured her best friend, then humiliated her in a way that might drive the girl to suicide later. After being repeatedly raped and abused, Heather knew that Lynn would be thinking about putting an end to this forever.

The teenager shuddered. Heather realized then, for the first time, that it wasn't-likely that Mr. Larson and the principal were going to let them live. Not with the charges they could bring against the two men. One hysterical raped girl might be discounted, but not two. And if they came forward, Heather was sure that Susan and all the others Mr. Elliot had raped in his office would be willing to testify against him.

They would be sent up for the rest of their lives. And if they weren't, enough parents would come after them to insure a quick and messy end to their worthless lives. The only course open for the two men would be to kill the girls.

That didn't perk up Heather's flagging spirits any. She had lost her cherry and been raped twice, humiliated, forced to watch her best friend being degraded utterly, and now she knew she was doomed. It no longer mattered what these two men did to her. She wouldn't come out of it alive to avenge herself.

"Where's that other kid that was with her?" asked Mr. Elliot. "I think it might have been her brother."

"She called him Mark," said Mr. Larson. "I sent him off on a wild goose chase, but the kid's probably smart enough to have figured it out by now. He's had time to get back to your office. Want me to go get him?"

"Yeah. I think it would be damned interesting to see her brother fucking her. After all, she's new at this game. We should keep it in the family as much as we can."

Mr. Larson laughed evilly, then left. Heather had never felt sicker to her stomach than now. When Mr. Elliot came over and gently stroked her hair, she flinched away from him. He didn't seem to even notice as he continued to stroke her lustrous red hair.

"I think you and that stud brother of yours will make a hell of a fine pair. Incest. You know the word, I suppose. Yeah, seeing the two of you fucking would be a real kick, knowing it's incest."

"Rot in hell, you slimy..." She didn't get the chance to finish her curse. He yanked back on the hair he had been so gently stroking and forced the words to die in her throat. He moved his face close to hers and said, "Don't make idle threats. Mike and I are the ones calling the shots around here. We're just using you. Remember that. You're here to give us pleasure and nothing else."

He released her head so fast she slammed her forehead into the table. She groaned and saw stars for a moment and when she recovered enough to lift her head and look around the room, she saw Mark locked in still another set of the wooden stocks.

"He was too easy, Jim. I just grabbed him from behind and he practically knocked himself out for me. So you really want the stud here to fuck his own sister?"

The words registered on Mark's dazed mind. He pulled himself upright in the wooden bonds and blurted, "Go to hell! I won't do it!"

"And how would you like us to cut your balls off with the band saw?" snapped Mr. Elliot. "We will if you don't fuck her. Besides, are you telling me she doesn't turn you on? Look at her." He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the youth's head around to stare at his naked sister. "Look at those big tits. Luscious tits. And that ass. Flares out just like a real woman's, doesn't it? And her cunt is the tightest you'll ever hope to fuck. Don't tell me she doesn't turn you on."

"Maybe the kid's a queer," said Mr. Larson.

"No way. Look at his prick. It's getting hard. Here, lemme open his fly for him since his hands seem to be occupied." The man reached over and ran down her brother's zipper to let his long, hard prick flip out into the dim light of the work shop.

Both men laughed at Mark until he flushed a bright red. The youth stammered, "I ... I don't want to do this, Sis. Honest! But you're so pretty and I've wanted to fuck you for a long time now."

"Listen to him confess his fantasies. Sure, kid, we'll let you ball your sister. Get him into position between hot stuffs legs. There. Now all you have to do is screw your sister cross-eyed. It's what you both want!"

Heather was flat on her back and her brother's cock wouldn't go into her pussy with both of them bound as they were. But it was only the work of a moment for Mr. Larson to pull her erect, strap her legs to a sawhorse and make her bend backwards over it. This opened her pussy wide for her brother, who was tied down on top of her.

Mr. Elliot reached between their bodies and she felt his hand grab hold of Mark's cock and guide it to her cunt hole. When he brutally stuffed the rigid prick into her cunt lips, she gasped.

"That's right, kid, enjoy it all the way. The big brother is going to give you the fucking of your life. Go to it, or you'll be sorry you didn't obey us!"

The command was too harsh for either of them to doubt he meant business. Heather bounced up and down a few times until her brother's cock was firmly lodged inside her pussy lips. She sighed and closed her eyes, then resigned herself to her fate. "Go on," she told him. "Let's get it over with."

"It's not my idea, Heather. Believe me, I wouldn't be doing this if they weren't forcing me to."

Heather opened her eyes and looked at her brother for the first time. He was just inches away from her. With her tits almost pressing into his chest and his cock prodding firmly into her cunt, this was almost a joke. She said, "Look, Mark, I've had the hots for you for some time."

"Really?" he said, stunned.

"Sure. You're so big and strong and why shouldn't a girl want to know what it's like fucking you? Don't worry. I know you wouldn't do this on your own, but since it is happening, let's show those sons of bitches a thing or two. Let's enjoy the hell out of this!"

"I'm with you!"

She felt his prick snap to even more rigid attention in her pussy. Then he leaned forward and sent his cock surging up into her almost dry pussy. The going was a bit rocky as the cock bucked and bounced along the dry walled shaft. Then she shuddered once, closed her eyes and imagined she was seducing her brother, one of her favorite fantasies.

Her cunt began to ooze out its love juices and when his prick came into her cunt a second time, it slipped easily along the velvet lined tunnel. She rubbed her tits against his chest, feeling the nipples spring up even more as she worked harder and harder to get her own body fully aroused.

He helped her by whispering, "You'll never know the times I looked at you in the shower and wanted to join you, to fuck you silly, to make love to you! My own sister!"

His prick was as rigid as an iron rod now. And he fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes intended to turn her on in a big way. It did. And the way her mind was working, she excited herself even more thinking about how she had once planned to seduce him. She was going to wait until he was already in bed. Heather didn't know if her brother slept raw or not, but in her fantasy he did. She would sneak into his room about two in the morning, pull the covers back and expose his limp, naked prick.

Then she would go to work. Her lips would close over the very tip of his prick and she would suck until her brother was hard enough for a good fucking. Then she would slither into the bed and wrap her arms around him and allow the thick rod of flesh that was his prick to enter her cunt. Still half asleep, he would mutter something and she would kiss his lips and he would begin to fuck her, slowly, gently, the way she thought it should be done.

Just like he was doing now.

She half opened her eyes and looked at her brother's face. He was still frightened just as she was, but it was apparent he was enjoying this more than either of them had thought possible. His cock drilled firmly into her cunt lips. She felt the thick knobby head spread them far apart, then plunge all the way up into her tight little fuck tunnel.

"More, Mark, give me even more of that sweet fucking cock of yours. I love the way it feels against my cunt. And my tits! They're going to explode any second." The words coming from her lips shocked her. She didn't talk like that. She was a good girl. But strangely, just voicing those words got her hotter than anything else. She wanted his prick now. She wanted him to fuck her until his prick rubbed her tonsils.

"Anything for my sweet little sister," he whispered hotly in her ear. His tongue lanced out and lightly touched the rim of her ear. That brief touch was electric for her. The girl's entire body responded. And she began to do things which she just barely understood.

Her brother gasped at the feel of her cunt along his prick. She was tensing and relaxing her cuntal muscles in just the right way to give him one hell of a stimulating massage. It felt to him as if fingers gripped the entire length of his cock and refused to let him go.

Whenever he drove into her steamy, boiling hot cunt, she was loose and relaxed. Then the tightness crept into her muscles and squeezed down powerfully on his cock. No matter how hard he tried to pull out, he was thwarted. Her cunt muscles were too strong for him. But pull he did and soon her own body betrayed her need for keeping his prick. The juices from her twat oozed all around his long cock and made it too slippery for her to hang onto much longer.

He slipped free, the head of his prick remaining between her pursed cunt lips. Then he slammed back into her. Back and forth he fucked, using the strength of his body to drive his battering ram of cock as deeply into her pussy as he could. Tied as they were to the sawhorse, it was impossible to get much leverage.

But this odd, forced fucking wasn't the way they would have liked it anyway. Still, they managed to get each other hot with their little words of encouragement and the way their bodies responded to each other's actions. He began a corkscrewing motion that drove the girl wild with lust. And she squeezed down on his prick harder than any other chick ever had.

The novelty of fucking his very own sister, plus the fact he'd been hornier than hell to begin with, took their toll on the teenager. The feel of her aroused nipples against his chest helped get him off. His prick erupted its fiery stream of jism into her greedy cunt. It was as if a mouth fastened on the end of his cock as he came.

Her pussy sucked him dry of every last drop of come locked up in his aching balls. And even when his prick began to melt and dribble from her cunt, she continued to give him the full treatment. Her pussy seemed reluctant to allow him to leave its hot interior. But when his cock shrank so small she could no longer hang onto it, he slipped free amid a flow of cunt juice and come.

"Goddamn, I don't believe the two of them fucked like that. It was like they were long time lovers or something."

"You know how these sex crazed kids are these days," said Mr. Elliot. "All the time thinking about sex. Maybe they liked the idea of brother fucking sister. Maybe they'd considered it but had been too chickenshit to ever do it. Is that it?"

He prodded Mark in the ass with the toe of his shoe. The youth didn't seem to notice. He was too busy staring into the gray depths of his sister's eyes. The love he read there more than outstripped any of the hate coming from the men.