Chapter 8
"Leave her the fuck alone!" raged Mark, still struggling to sit upright near the table. "Do what you want to me, but leave my sister alone. You have no right!"
"Hear that, Jim, we don't have any right." Spinning and facing Mark, Mr. Larson snarled, "Let me give you a little education, kid. Right is determined entirely by who's the strongest. Might makes right, it always has, it always will. Whoever is the strongest can do whatever the hell they want. Look around you and tell me it isn't so. All those pantywaists running the government are giving in to every two-bit dictator in he world. Some greaser dictator in South America snaps his fingers and we jump through a hoop. And who's the strongest! Pah! It doesn't do a damned bit of good unless you use that strength."
"He's right," said Mr. Elliot. "And in this case, he and I are the strongest. And unlike the government, we don't hesitate to use our might to do what we want. You are nothing. We hold all the cards in this little game. Don't talk to me about not having any right."
"Just because you're stronger doesn't mean you can make us do anything you want!"
"That's not very logical, unless we're to guess that you want to sit around in the middle of the wood shop stark naked, in stocks watching your sister being raped. We do what we like and that's it, kid. I'm so sick of the school board telling me I have to mollycoddle you kids. You think you can run the whole damned school because some pointy headed liberals run the school board. You're wrong, dead wrong."
At the last words, Heather cried even louder. She knew they were doomed but to hear the words was even worse than just thinking them. It brought that event just a bit closer.
"Want to make the kid fuck his sister again?"
"No, I don't think that's the right thing to do. He enjoyed it and so did she. I wonder if the kid's ever gotten into our hot blonde's pants?"
"Now's the time to give him the chance. But hell, just fucking her is no good. There's got to be something more to it, otherwise it'll be just like a vacation for them. These teenagers fuck all the time, you know."
"Yeah, but not while she's sitting in the middle of a pile of sawdust." Mr. Elliot lifted Lynn up without appearing to strain himself one bit and planted her naked ass in the middle of a pile of sawdust on the work table. "As soon as she gets to wiggling around on that, it will cut into her butt and make her feel every stroke of his cock."
Mr. Larson grinned evilly and hoisted Mark up to his feet. "There she is, kid. Go to it. Fuck her until her ass is completely raw!"
Mark's eyes grew wider as he saw Lynn struggling around the table, already itching and hurting from the sawdust in which she sat. The juices leaking from her cunt made the sawdust stick to her pussy until he could hardly tell where her pussy lips were.
"Get to it!" Mr. Elliot shoved Mark into the vee between Lynn's legs. His prick rested lightly just inches away from her sawdust covered pussy. He tried to back away, but a calloused hand held him in position. "I guess we're going to have to make sure he does a good job. Shit, these kids aren't the fuckers I thought they were. Where's that strand of barbed wire?"
Mark tried to turn and get away, but he found himself trapped in the ring of Lynn's legs. And in a split second, Mr. Elliot had tied the girl's ankles together with the barbed wire. If he tried to escape he would cut himself on the wicked barbs. K
"Well, kid, don't look at us. The sooner you fuck her, the sooner we take the barbed wire hobbles off her."
"Lynn," Mark said softly, "I've wanted to fuck you for years and years, but I didn't want it to be like this, Honest!"
"I know, Mark," she answered, "and it's all right. We'll show them. Make it the best you can do. Let's enjoy the hell out of it and show those stinking bastards!"
He moved a bit closer and she scooted to the edge of the table, a look of agony on her face. Still, she spread her legs a bit wider for him to get his prick into position. Rocking back on the table made her cunt lips grin lewdly and open pinkly for his prick.
"Are you ready?" he asked. Seeing her blonde head shake yes, he hunched forward and stabbed out with his prick. He groaned as his cockhead missed his target to go skittering down the length of her gash. The sawdust grated and made his prick raw and sensitive, but he knew he wasn't feeling it as much as the girl. With her butt being ground into the stuff, she must be in almost constant pain.
He wiggled back into position and felt his prick slip into the outer chamber of her cunt. The heat seethed out and made his prick come even more alive than it already was. He loved the way Lynn looked, could have fucked her forever in other circumstances. Now it bothered the youth that every time he drove his prick into her tight cunt that it gave her pain from the sawdust under her ass.
The sight of her tits rising and falling, though, kept his cock nice and stiff. No one could lose an erection with such a sight spread out in front of him. The boobs weren't big like his sister's, but they were more than a mouthful. The tiny coppery disks of her aureoles throbbed visibly and her nipples sprang erect as soon as his prick teased her cunt lips a little. He could see the vein in her neck pulse and beat in tempo with her heart and he wanted dearly to bend forward and kiss her.
The way they were put into the stocks prevented that, so the youth had to settle for lightly licking her nipples. The girl groaned and arched her back. This shot her cunt down around his prick. He suddenly found himself buried balls deep in her agitated pussy.
"Ummmm, Mark, you're so big in me! I love it! Fuck me good! Let me have all that great big swollen prick!"
"But the sawdust! It's chewing up your ass!"
"Fuck the sawdust! I want you to fuck my poor little cunny but good! Give me all the cock I can take. Rob those bastards of their pleasure at seeing us in pain. Make us both feel good, damned goooooood!"
Mark could only do as the blonde wanted. He felt her tight pussy clutching at his cock. He wondered at her muscle control and if she might not be taking ballet lessons. He'd gone with one chick who had fantastic control over her stomach muscles and could fuck all night long and never end up with a loose floppy cunt. She'd been a dancer and it had hurt Mark a great deal when she dumped him for another guy.
Lynn's pussy made him forget all about past girlfriends, though. Nothing existed in the entire world but her tight cunt and clutching legs. The softness of her upper thighs pressed in on both sides of his waist. Every now and then he felt the barbed wire tied around her ankles cut into his own ass as a reminder that this wasn't all fun and games. The two men who'd put them in this position were watching, laughing, urging them to fuck faster.
"You're so big in me," cooed Lynn. "Fuck me good and make me forget all about the way my butt feels!"
He looked down and felt something that was more than pure lust for the blonde. She was enduring a lot just to get his prick shoved into her cunt. The least he could do was give her all the enjoyment he could. He'd have to fuck her the best he'd ever done, and do it under adverse conditions. The youth wasn't used to fucking with a lot of spectators. Exhibitionism wasn't his thing.
And even worse, his very own sister was being forced to watch while he put it to her best friend. Then all thoughts of the men watching were driven from his mind by the way Lynn's pussy tightened around his cock. He gasped, wondering if it were possible for her to entirely flatten his prick. The teenager decided it wasn't-likely and began the slow back and forth fucking demanded by the situation.
"Ummm, yes, yes!" she cried. "That's it! But faster! Fuck my cunt even faster! I need it to take my mind off ... everything!"
He knew Lynn spoke the truth. He could see the skin of her ass turning redder and redder as he fucked back and forth in her cunt. Each time he drilled into her pussy, she slipped just a little bit on the table top. The sawdust felt soft until it was rubbed into the skin. Then it became worse than salt. Millions of tiny little splinters seeking out her most sensitive flesh, the sawdust was a diabolical torture.
"Gonna go faster!" he said. He began fucking her with short, quick strokes designed to burn away all the cunt juices flowing. The friction of the youth's cock against her velvety pussy walls mounted rapidly. He felt the flow of her muscles as she alternately squeezed down and then relaxed her belly.
"Look at 'em go," said Mr. Elliot. "I wouldn't have believed they could make it like that. Just goes to show how inventive these young fuckers are these days."
Heather had to speak up. "Why are you doing this to us? Can't you get your kicks in any other way? This is sick! Sick! Forcing people to do your will is..." She never finished because Mr. Larson came over to her and stuffed his limp prick into her mouth.
"If you can't think of anything better to do with your mouth, then suck on it!" he commanded. "Use that wagging tongue to better advantage. And if you try to bite me, you're going to regret it. And so will they!"
Heather's frightened eyes looked past the man's body to where her brother rapidly fucked Lynn's pussy. She could see every detail of that forced lovemaking. Her brother's long prick vanished between the sawdust covered pink pussy lips, only to reappear, coated with the girl's inner fuck oils.
Every time he rammed balls deep into her softly yielding pussy, Lynn scooted back a ways on the table. The insidious sawdust was slowly chewing her ass to hamburger. If they kept it up much longer, the girl was going to be permanently disfigured.
But the two men didn't seem to have any objection to that. All they wanted was that feeling of power over the teenagers. They commanded and were obeyed. They looked for nothing more than this.
"Suck on it, I said," commanded Mr. Larson. "I like the feel of a girl's tongue all over the end of my pecker. Give me head." The words fell like lead weights on the girl in the wooden stocks. She couldn't disobey him, not while her best friend and her brother were both under his power.
She sucked.
This was something pretty new to the girl, also. At first, she thought it would be totally disgusting, but she found out differently. By looking at her brother and imagining it was his prick in her mouth, she found new inspiration.
Her tongue worked all around the glans, then toyed with the tiny flap of skin dangling down under the cleft head. The man was moaning in pleasure now so she knew she was doing the right thing. But he'd told her to suck. So she applied a little bit of suction to see how that would be greeted.
His prick throbbed under her tongue, then began to stiffen. She knew it was the right thing to do. Sucking until her cheeks went hollow, she gave him the best head she could. Inexperience didn't seem to matter a lot to the man because his prick rose up like a phoenix from its ashes until it was long and fully erect. The hard-on even throbbed and danced around inside her mouth.
Heather blinked her eyes and tossed her head a little to get the red hair out of her eyes so she could see her brother better. He was still fucking Lynn with the short, quick strokes designed to get the girl off fast. Lynn's legs tensed around his trim body and the barbed wire actually cut into her brother's back.
He seemed to be oblivious to it. The watching teenager guessed he was too excited by the prospect of having the sexy blonde's cunt wrapped all around his prick. And she would have been right.
The youth was panting loudly now, his breath coming in harsh gusts. His cock was actually expanding against the tightness of the girl's pussy as he fucked fast and furious into her. "I ... I can't hold it back any more. My balls are going to erupt!"
"Go on, Mark, go on and come!" the girl cried out. "My pussy is on fire now! I'll be okay!"
Then his back arched and he drove his cock into her cunt until he was balls deep in her. His meaty, swollen cock blasted out its creamy load of come as he whitewashed her pussy.
Lynn gasped, then crushed his body with her legs. She held him tightly all the while he came. Then her own body convulsed with the passionate grip of orgasm. She rocked and twisted and cried as the ice and iron sensation blasted through her.
When she relaxed, she was openly crying. "My ass, my poor ass!"
Mark turned a bit and then pulled her away from the spot on the table where her butt had rested. Mixed in with the sawdust were equal measures of sweat, cunt juice and blood. Her entire ass had been ripped and torn and shredded until it bled.
Seeing this, both men whooped loudly, laughing at the blonde's predicament. Heather wanted to comfort Lynn but all she could do was continue sucking on Mr. Larson's prick.
It was what he had ordered and she was in no position to stop until he told her to do so.