Chapter 9
"Ohhhhhhhhh," groaned Marcy, half-mad with the pain of the stake in her butt. "Please let me goooooooooo!"
Belle Bramblett, stark naked, stood before the agonized captive girl, gloating.
"Not a chance," she laughed. "We're just building up to the big climax. You're going to feel pain like you never knew existed!"
Marcy sobbed with pain and humiliation. Tears filled her eyes. She stretched out her fingers to touch the ground and take some of the ache from her stomach muscles. With one handle of a wheelbarrow jammed right up her asshole, the tortured teenager could neither straighten up nor let herself far forward. Every little motion was agony. The least shift of the splintery, ungreased wood in her asshole sent sharp pains lancing into her rectum.
It was a supreme touch of cruelty for Belle to free her prisoner's hands. The rope Belle had brought was tied around one of Marcy's trim thighs, run up around the front frame of the wheelbarrow, then back to be knotted to the victim's shapely leg. Nothing Marcy could do would get that awful length of wood out of her ass!
"You shitty bitch," Dave snarled. "You can't do this. You aren't human, but you won't get away with this!"
Belle laughed. Her laugh was clear. Not at all like a naked slut who was constantly on the verge of coming with the joy of torturing a helpless young girl.
"Sure I will, and Billy will too. No one will look for us here. And when the heat's died down, we'll just leave."
Marcy raised her head. Even that movement caused a tearing pain inside her asshole. She felt for sure the membranes of her ass must be torn and bleeding by now. The hideous fullness of the pole up her butt seemed about to make her asscheeks split apart. She tried to form words, but the pain was too great. All she could do was gasp.
Dave asked the question for her. "What about us?"
"Oh, you'll be here," Belle smiled. "Of course we'll have to burn the house down. With both of you inside it. Have to cover our tracks, you know."
At her words Marcy felt a desperate fear. But somehow the thought of the terrible fate Belle threatened them with couldn't hold her attention long. Not with what she was going through now!
"Of course, till we're ready to go we'll play with you two quite a lot," Belle said, turning to face her captive. "Especially your sister."
Her nipples were swollen like small balloons with lust at the thought of "playing" with Marcy Jennings. "Damn you," Dave said hopelessly. "Damn you!"
Belle bent to pick up the black leather whip coiled like a cobra in the grass beside her feet. "Why don't you walk around the yard a little bit, honey," she told the prisoner. "Pull the wheelbarrow around like a cart. Like the dirty animal you are."
Marcy stared at her. "I-I can't," she managed to choke out. "Ahh! Tear . . . tear me apart!"
Belle smiled sweetly. Then the whip slithered forward across the lawn. Its tip curled up and struck like a snake at Marcy's hanging tits.
"Yiiii!" Marcy yelped as pain filled her tit. She tried to straighten. Her cry of agony died strangling as the wrench of the hard wooden handle in her butt twisted the channel of her poop chute out of shape.
Her knees gave way beneath her, but the pain when she tried to fall forward was even worse. Gasping at the horrible sensations filling her rump, Marcy got her feet under her once more. Every motion was hell.
"I have an even better idea!" Belle sang out suddenly. As her captive panted, trying to catch her breath, the nude blonde walked around and climbed into the wheelbarrow!
"Aggggghhhhhhhhh!" yelled Marcy as Belle's weight drove down the handle in Marcy's butt. It was only a fraction of an inch, but it felt like a mile. Marcy's ass and tits throbbed with pain. Her knees were bent, and the joints ached from the effort of holding that position.
"Now," Belle said, shortening her grip on the whip. "Let's go for a ride!" The whip cracked on Marcy's bare, straining rump.
Mouth working wordlessly, Marcy took a step. It was like having an oar rammed up her asshole and then worked back and forth. Tears flowed down her face.
The whip stung her ass again. Her body jerked involuntarily and Marcy was rewarded by still another surge of agony within her ass. She wanted to scream, needed to scream, but she could not draw a breath to do it. All she could do was move her lips in torment.
Belle laughed. Her whip moved like a banner in the wind, snapping time and again against Marcy's reddening ass. Slowly, agonizingly, the girl pulled her terrible burden around the yard. Each step sent fresh pains shooting up her ass passage. Every time the barrow's wheels rolled over a bump in the lawn it was like being shot up the asshole. And Belle's laughter rang constantly in her ears, smarting like the kiss of the whip on her upturned ass.
The blonde was delirious with illicit delight. Her pussy streamed cunt sauce into the bottom of the barrow, making mud out of the residue of dark dirt inside it. She was so horny she was about to die! What a trip, what a turn on! As she lashed at that tortured ass with the end of the whip, fumbling fingers stuffed the whip's handle right into the brimming morass of her own pussy!
"Ahhhhhhhhh," she sighed as the hardness of the whip handle filled her pussy.
Slowly Marcy pulled the wheelbarrow. She was sure she couldn't live through this-not with the wheelbarrow's handle ripping around inside her asshole. But then again she wasn't sure she wanted to survive. Even if she lived through this excruciating degradation, what did she have to look forward to? Only more humiliation, more agony, and finally a hideously painful death.
Someone was standing in front of her. She stopped. The momentum of the wheelbarrow drove another half inch of wood up her ass. "Aggggghhhhhh!" she gulped. It felt like a spear shoved up her ass.
Marcy raised her head to see Billy gloating over her. His big stiff cock poised over her face like a boom about to fall. "Suck my cock," he commanded.
Risking further pain, Marcy glanced back. "Yes, yes!" Belle said, half-shrieking the words as she fucked herself into a frenzy with the handle of her whip. "Suck my brother's prick, you nasty slut!" To punctuate the words she brought the whip down stingingly on her victim's ass.
"Ayyyyyyy!" yipped Marcy. Billy took hold of her face and turned it toward him. Marcy tried to resist. Belle snapped the tip of the whip right on the girl's asshole.
Marcy screamed. Billy immediately fucked his huge cock into her face. He began to pump his big prick in and out of the captive's open mouth.
The back-and-forth motion of Billy fucking her face also fucked Marcy's ass painfully on the unyielding spar of wood in her anus. And if she thought that by obediently opening her mouth for Billy to stick his prick into she'd escape the caress of the black whip, Marcy was sadly mistaken. Still fucking her own dripping cunt abandonedly with the handle of the whip, Belle began whipping Marcy's butt with renewed vigor.
Marcy squirmed and moaned around the shafts impaling her face and asshole-one a shaft of throbbing male cock, the other hard, raspy, unoiled wood that seemed to shred the inside of Marcy's ass passage as though studded with broken glass! -
Grunting bestially, Billy fucked his big cock all the way down his victim's throat before pulling out again. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of Marcy's mouth blended with the rhythmic ecstatic cries from Belle, the squishy sound of the whip handle going in and out of her pussy, the creaking of the wheelbarrow's frame, and the relentless slap of leather on shrinking ass flesh.
Marcy's small pitiful sounds of agony and her ceaseless squirming delighted Billy's cock. If her tongue was carefully avoiding any contact with the pistoning prick, the heat and humidity in the girl's mouth and the way her mouth and throat moved around his thrusting, greedy cock were enough to drive Billy to climax. He pushed every inch of his cock home in the girl's face as his sister brought her whip down along the crack of the captive's butt. Marcy's response was a cross between a gag and a scream.
The throat muscles tightened around Billy's swallowed cock. "Arrrgggh!" he cried. His prick fired a powerful shot of jism down Marcy's throat.
She choked on the thick come. It filled her throat, went up her nose. She coughed again, painfully jerking her butt around the handle of the wheelbarrow. Her hands pushed against Billy's thighs in a vain attempt to push him away. His sister was crying out now as she came around the handle of the whip planted firmly in her pussy.
Dave watched in horror as jism streamed from his sister's nose. More come bubbled from her lips, wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of Billy's prick. Her butt seemed to glow with a light of its own from the savage whipping Belle had given it.
Billy took a step back. His cock, now loose and limp between Marcy's lips, came out of her mouth. Jism covered the cock hotly. The prick fell from her mouth and she drooled white come to the ground.
Behind her Belle had quit whipping her and was busy fucking herself to come after come with the whip handle. Marcy put her hands on her knees to hold herself up and cried. The pain in her ass, inside and out, was unbearable.
Billy stood with his back to the gate and laughed. "That was a pretty decent blowjob she gave me, Belle," he said jokingly. "Maybe you've got a little competition."
His sister's manner changed instantly. She tore the whip handle from her pussy and flung it, stained and dripping with the aromatic juices of her needy cunt, across the yard. "She's gotten to you, too!" she raged. "The filthy slut has gotten you on her side!"
As her brother shook his head and mouthed protest, Belle leapt from the barrow and ran into the utility room of the Jennings' house. Billy stood gaping after her with his cock dangling between his legs, dripping saliva and come to the grass.
Marcy let her head hang. She had to keep her body tense-if she relaxed she'd feel still more of that wooden handle fuck its way up her butt! It took all her strength and willpower to hold the pose. She couldn't even raise a hand to wipe Billy's come from her mouth.
She heard her brother utter a hoarse cry of horror. Then she became aware of an odd hissing sound in front of her. She raised her eyes. Through her own hanging auburn hair she saw a blue glow filtering through the strands of hair. She lifted her head.
And stared at the hot blue flame of a blowtorch! "That's right," Belle said in answer to her horrified expression. "I thought I'd try it out on those juicy tits of yours. It's nice and hot. It'll hurt, don't you think?"
She grabbed a handful of Marcy's hair. Marcy clutched at her wrist with both hands. There was nothing she could do. The blue flame came closer to her jugs. The flame seemed to stretch out like a tongue, to lick them.
Dave was roaring, straining against the handcuffs that held him. The sound of the torch filled Marcy's ears. She felt heat wash over her bare tits, already scarcely tolerable. Marcy bit her lip, eyes wide green circles of horror. The light of the fire and the torches made Belle's face a demonic mask.
In the commotion and tension as the fiery breath of the torch approached Marcy's naked, vulnerable tit, no one heard the gate swing softly on its hinges.
Marcy's eyes followed the jet of fire. Perversely, the nipple seemed to stand up to greet the flame. Already it was painful. Marcy filled her lungs in preparation for the loudest, most anguished scream of her life.
There was a thunderclap of sound. Billy's body flew forward, hurled by the full force of the shotgun he'd propped against the wall. He struck his sister and bowled her over. The torch sailed from her hand. It landed in the pool and went out with a sputter.
Marcy turned her head, unmindful of the new twinge of pain in her asshole as the motion twisted it around the handle. The slim, tall, feminine figure standing there with the smoking shotgun in her hands and her hair red in the firelight was familiar. But it was her brother who called out. "Elaine!" he gasped. It was their older sister!
Marcy rocked from side to side, feeling Dave's cock pulsating within her pussy. Her hands stroked her sister's luxurious red hair. Sitting astride their brother's face, Elaine Jennings smiled with joy at the tongue working inside her crimson-furred pussy as well as at her sister's caress.
It was a good thing she'd decided to come home for a few days, she thought. A very good thing. Dave slid his tongue deeply into her pussy and she moaned like a cat.
Marcy was also thinking how lucky she was. The police had said the same thing when they arrived to pick up Billy's body. The had comforted the siblings, and assured them the missing Belle Bramblett would be turned up soon. It was a pity she'd escaped, but they'd find her sooner or later.
It would be later, Marcy thought. How could they know the missing girl was in the storage area under the house, bound hand and foot and awaiting Marcy's revenge? But no one would ever think of looking for the blonde there. Marcy remembered some of the things Belle had threatened to do to her. Maybe she'd try them on Belle instead. No one would ever know. She smiled with a sudden surge of lust. "Fuck me, Dave," she said.