Chapter 7
Rita could not begin to understand. She could hear Edna's grunting words and shrill cries of wild desire. It amazed her. Edna always seemed so stuffy, the last one Rita thought would become turned on with intense joy.
Then she heard Edna scream a terrible cry of fear, her voice high-pitched and wailing in pure panic. Why the abrupt change? Rita shrugged, still chained to the rail, with the one they called Willie still unconscious, broken and bleeding, at her feet.
Edna's piercing voice seemed to cut the numbing cloud of pain draped ever Willie's mind. He stir, red, twisting uncomfortably, moaning softly as consciousness drifted back.
Rita scanned the black horizon, wondering when . . . or if their husbands would return. Her husband Joe had been with Special Forces in Vietnam a Green Beret. Sue's husband Frank had been a Navy frogman, both skilled and hardened combat veterans not so long ago. Bill had been some kind of supply clerk at a base in Texas, but still, she thought, he must have had some training . . . and she could not imagine what could be keeping the three of them away so long. Unless they'd all been killed . . . and she didn't even want to think about that.
Amos had readjusted the rope binding Sue's writhing body to the deck. He crouched behind her, grunting like a pig, happily fucking her ass with a cock thicker and hairier than any she had ever seen or felt. Sue's tortured gasps and Edna's shrill scream of fear tangled into one discordant symphony.
Willie stirred again, turning and dragging himself to his knees. Rita quit wondering what filled Edna's voice with terror, she had awful fears of her own.
Willie felt his badly broken nose, working it gently with a huge hand. Apparently oblivious to pain, he began to work it back in place, all the while grunting sounds of mounting rage.
"You did that, you fucking bitch!" he said when he finally raised his head, stumbling to his feet.
Rita glared in silent anger. Her feet were not chained, and she thought of kicking him again, but now he stayed carefully out of reach.
"I like a cunt with spunk," he said. "Feelin' a pussy struggle adds to the fun."
"I'll kill you if I get the chance!" Rita hissed. "You had your chance, honey. You gave it your best shot. Now it's your ass what's got to worry about getting killed!'? He turned and grinned, obviously amused by the brutal delight his brother Amos took in ripping in and out of Sue's creamy domed ass.
Turning back to Rita, Willie managed a grin while wiping blood off his face with the back of his hand. "You're gonna pay for bustin' my nose. trying to spoil this handsome face of mine. You're gonna pay big, you bitch!"
Rita tensed expectantly, If she had been bound with a light cord, her straining muscles might have broken free. Against heavy chain, there., was nothing she could do. Rough, cold metal cut her wrists and scraped the tightly drawn muscles of her neck. Her hot breath hissed like a snake coiled to strike.
"Damn, don't you beat all?" Willie laughed, suddenly struck by how funny it was, her so helpless but still steaming with rage. "I gotta get them clothes off so's I can see that big, beautiful body of yours . . . see it real good before I rip into it with my big dick."
"You couldn't rip shit with your little-boy prick!" Rita said, hoping to make him mad enough to charge.., to draw him in so she could kick again and scramble his nuts.
Willie just laughed. "Don't tire those long, sexy legs of yours gettin' all ready to kick I want them nice and strong and coiled around me when we fuck. Until then, you stupid cunt, I'm not gettin' anywhere you can reach with either foot."
"Bastard!" His arrogance made her anger surge. And she spit at him.
He sidestepped, laughing, amused by her fury and frustration. Then he bent down and scooped up a long, black upbraided leather whip that Rita hadn't noticed coiled darkly in the shadows.
"This here's the only way I know to strip you naked without comm' close," Willie said, almost as an apology.
But there was not even a trace of sympathy or compassion in his narrow blue eyes 'when he uncoiled the whip and snaked its long lash across the deck.
Rita shrank back against the cold metal railing, clanking the heavy chains locked around her wrists.
"No!" she gasped. "Please, no!"
She feared, she hated, and yet she yearned uncontrollably for pain. Her father had often beaten her as a child, first with his bare hand and later with a heavy leather belt . . . black like the whip curving in obscene swirls before her eyes.
Her father had caught her masturbating. She had been teasing her young cut with darting finger strokes, moaning with joy and rolling her head with eyes half closed. That provoked the worst beating of all.
She could remember being grabbed by the wrist, held in her father's steely grip almost as brutally as she was now bound in heavy chain. He'd lifted the back of her skirt; laid her rounded ass hare and lashed it with that belt.
All the time her tense pussy mound ground fiercely on her father's knee. It excited her even more than a wiggling fingertip, and it did wildly exciting things to him too. Her wet cunt honey ran down his leg. He trembled, jerking and twisting, fanning her passions even more.
Then her mother had burst into the room, wailing in a righteous voice of insane wrath. "You'll both die and go to hell for this!"
Her mother's awful cry lingered in her mind. Seeing the long whip reminded her of the leather belt. Feeling the tense heat of joy in her cunt reminded her of her father's rough knee, the way it jerked and twisted in 'time with each sting of the lash. Then she heard the raging echo of her mother's nagging voice: You'll both die and go to hell for this! Her father had died young, too young, stricken with a dread disease.
Then her mother mourned and wept and prayed for his soul in heaven, but Rita could only sob and think of his body burning in hell . . . fearful for years afterward that the same thing might happen to her. She thought that she'd overcome that awful fear, but now it came roaring back like the sound of her mother's shrill voice.
Rita screamed. "I don't have to die to go to hell! Sweet mother of god . . . I'm already there!"
Willie's powerful arm moved in a quick, graceful arc. The black whip hissed and popped, catching in the deep V of Rita's blouse. It ripped the cloth, but hardly flicked her trembling skin.
Rita pitched forward, stung more by the pain of her memories than the bite of the whip. If it hadn't been for the heavy chain locked around her neck, she'd have fallen forward on a face already twisted with anguish.
"That can't hurt that much!" Willie sneered. He hurled another loop of hissing leather with all his skill and strength.
"Yyyaaaahhh!" Rita cried, although the lash had barely touched her breast. She heard her blouse rip, and she felt the gush of heated juices flowing in her cunt. "Oh, no . . . please no!"
The awful excitement, the horrible guilt of her childhood. . . it was happening all over again!
"Daddy . . . oh, Daddy I'm sorry for what we did!"
"I'm not your daddy, and we ain't done it yet!" This time Willie hurled the lash with more anger than precision. It hit Rita's left tit and cut a wide slash in her blouse, leaving a raw, red welt underneath.
Willie didn't understand women. They were always saying one thing and meaning another.
They'd laughed at him when he left the mountains to go to junior college in the valley. They teased and chased after his 'big cock, and then bitched because he only wanted to hick.
"Can't you love me for my mind?" one simpering bitch had asked.
"Sure, honey. . . but only if I fuck you in the mouth!"
The stupid cunt! And none of them ever looked twice at poor Arnold Franklin, the smartest kid in the class, but all shrunken and small. If loving a mind was such wonderful damn idea, why weren't the cunts all flocking after him?
Rita fixed Willie in her steady gaze, chilled by the bitter snarl that curved his lip as he snaked back the whip once again. It blurred, a long black streak, and she winced, shutting her eyes before she even felt the hot kiss of the lash.
The whip bared her left breast, left the ripped cloth hanging in shreds. Creamy white flesh fired with biting pain. Rita jerked, tugged uselessly at the chain, and wailed a tortured cry.
"Enough! Christ, I can't take any more! I've suffered enough . . . I've suffered too damn much!"
"You hardly been sufferin' at all!" Willie snapped, his voice biting sharp as braided leather.
Just wish I could think of a way to hurt you the way this busted face hurts me!"
He swung the black whip again, striking lower this time, splitting the center of her skirt and panties, half-baring the wide spread of dark brown pussy fur tangled beneath.
"Unnnnngh" Rita jerked back from the pain. She could not force herself to look, but she felt the stinging welt and the red, burning-bright pain. She could feel the sharp pain eating its way up her spine, leaving her weak and ready to fall.
"If I did what I'd like you to do, you'd pass out surer than hell . . . then that juicy cunt of yours wouldn't be worth a fuck. I want you wide awake and kickin', you dirty bitch!"
"I know a way to hurt her," Enos said. He'd come down from the bridge, leaving Edna behind in a moaning heap of pain.
"A way she won't faint?" Willie asked.
Enos nodded. "Don't you worry. These fancy, long-haired city bitches all love their shaggy manes. Not havin' a cock, hair is about the only thing a woman can grow long."
"I never thought of that," Willie said. The whip
-danced in restless coils near his feet.
"Cuttin' off her long hair is gonna be almost like cuttin' off your long cock. Only difference is, hers'll grow back after a time."
"No!" Rita barked. Both wrists jerked. She loved her long hair, loved the silky feel when it teased across her naked tits, loved the way Joe rasped for breath when he gathered her soft strands, bunching silky hair around her ears, using it for, a handle to steady her head while he rammed her cunt excitedly with his cock and tried to smother her with tongue-jabbing kisses.
He liked it too when she got on top, letting her long strands trail across his chest as she leaned down, hungry for his cock. She would toss her head, sweeping his hot cock with teasing silk before she plunged and swallowed it, burying his nuts in a nest of tossing hair. I
"Look what I found in the galley when I was comm' through," Enos said with a wicked gleam in his narrow, beady eyes. He held up a sturdy, long-bladed pair of kitchen shears. The sharp chrome blades flashed sinister reflections.
"Don't cut my hair!" Rita begged them. "Please you can do anything else you want. Anything."
"She don't seem to understand," Enos said to his brother, shaking his head sadly as he examined his broken nose. "We can do anything we want anyway.., even after we cut off all that mink hair!"
"Oh, God!" Rita cried. She fought against the chains, trying to bring up her hands to protect her head. Enos was coming toward her, clicking the long blades of the scissors together. "Nnnnoooo!"
"Why don't you suck her cunt while I'm snippin' off her hair?" Enos suggested. "I'll bet she jumps and jerks an' really stuffs your mouth full. when she feels her hair start to fall."
Rita hissed and tried to drive a knee into Willie's groin as he approached. He caught it on the thigh and leaned hard against her, jamming her back to the rail, almost breaking her chained wrists.
"I think I'll start with them beautiful tits of hers instead." Willie stood slightly turned, one muscular thigh jammed hard against her squirming cunt mound.
Rita snarled and tried to kick again, but Willie was in too close. There was nothing she could do.
Willie felt the damp warmth of her cunt grinding against his leg. This bitch was hot and pumping honey already. He gave her a grin and grabbed her luscious tits, ripping away the last shreds of tattered cloth.
"Uunnngh!" Rita groaned. His hands felt cold as ice, hard as granite rock.
Enos came up on her right side. She twisted at the last instant and tried to launch a vicious kick at him, but he was too quick. He stepped down hard on her foot and smashed her toes against the deck.
"Bitch!" Enos hissed in triumph. Then he brought up the snapping pointed jaws of the scissors.
Rita saw the sinister gleam from the corner of her eye. She winced, shut her eyes.
"No, pleeeeease . . . no!"
Then she heard the cold snap of sharp steel.
"Oh, God!"
Willie cupped his hands beneath Rita's tits, fingers spread, thumbs twirling on thick nipples bulged with the cold swelling of fear and disgust. Rita felt the demanding spiral of his touch and she fought against the jarring shocks of pleasure
radiating from her trapped tits. She twisted her head, trying to tear herself away from Enos and his scissors, but when she moved, she saw a big handful of her silky hair remain in the twisted grip of his bony hand.
Rita swelled her tits with an enormous in drawn breath, and then she screamed with all her might.
Willie liked the way her tits mashed into his hands, the way they trembled from the shrilling force of her scream, but he didn't like the awful sound.
"Shut her up!" Willie said to his brother. He still felt a ringing in his ear from being kicked, and he couldn't stand the sound of screaming.
Enos gripped another hank of streaming hair and snipped it off close to her scalp. He bunched it up in his hand, grinning wickedly, then he jammed it into Rita's mouth.
"Mmmuughhh!" Rita groan. "Rrraaagh!"
Enos snipped off more hair and jammed her mouth completely full. Tears flooded Rita's eyes. She could not make a sound, but her desperate screaming went on inside her mind.
Enos kept snipping away at her hair, and Willie bowed his head to suck on her welt-streaked tits, loving the way she wrenched and jerked and rammed her lush tits against his gaping mouth.
Joe! Rita screamed in 'her mind. For God's sake, Joe . . . where are you? Save me, Joe! Save me before I'm completely bald! Joe? Of course no answer came .