Chapter 9
Dressed in no more than the towel around her still-damp hair, Julie drifted idly into her bedroom at the front of the sprawling one-story house. She had no purpose in going there. Only to get out from under the eyes of her captors. Karin and Don watched her and her family like two hawks, alert for any sign of an escape attempt.
Much chance there was of that! the girl thought to herself. Neither she nor her brother or mother was tied. But none of them had any clothes. There were wedges in all the doors and windows to prevent them being opened, and the two phones had been ripped from the walls.
How would they escape? Nude, trapped inside, with no way to communicate with the outside world-it was hopeless.
Julie flicked her blue eyes around the room. How alien it looked. And yet, not a thing about it had changed. Rather, she herself had changed. Her life had been irrevocably altered by the circumstances of this day.
A movement caught her eye. Somebody was standing outside her window!
The teenager's normal reaction would have been fear. But even a burglar or rapist lurking outside would not be as threatening as the two good-looking, normal-appearing people who had invaded her home. "Hey!" she whispered, exaggerating the movements of her lips in speaking. "Hey-look here!"
The person outside froze. Julie could see no detail of the person's face or body, just a shadow against deeper shadow. She threw herself at the window and pressed herself against it. Her tits flattened against the cool, unyielding surface.
Maybe I can break the window! she thought. She discarded the idea immediately. Her mother and brother would suffer even if she did escape. Her only hope-the only hope any of them had-was that she could somehow get the mysterious prowler to bring help.
"Help!" the girl mouthed. "We need help! H-E-L-P! Do you understand?" Her fingers clawed at the glass. "You've got to help us! Call the police-do something! Oh God, do you under-stand?"
The half-seen figure stood unmoving. Julie felt her eyes begin to water with tears. "Why don't you do something? Make some sort of sign? Please, please-"
"What's going on-HEY!" Karin's voice snapped out behind her.
Julie screamed a last "HELP!" and then a female fury was all over her. Leaving Ben Sanders' robe on the back porch, the big blonde had put on one of his shirts, with nothing underneath but her glorious golden pelt.
In a wild tangle of bare limbs, brown and pale, the two girls fell struggling to the floor. Frantically, Julie clawed for her assailant's eyes. Karin caught hold of her wrists in a vise-like grip and began brutally pummelling the girl's tits.
Julie screamed with pain and bitter despair. Don came hurtling through the door, followed closely by Marge and Rob. The big man spun inside the room, covering the mother and son with his pistol. "Get back!" he hissed. "What the hell's going on here?"
Karin was straddling the defeated adolescent. Her bare thighs clamped Julie's heaving sides. The lips of her pussy were spread wide and pressed against the girl's skin. The exertions of combat-or was it something else?-had made the cunt lips slightly moist.
"This little bitch," Karin panted. "She was trying to signal somebody outside!"
Don glowered at the naked captive. The towel had fallen from her head and her hair spread out like a brown cloud. "Is that true?"
Julie set her jaw defiantly. "Yii!" she yelped as Karin slapped her tits again.
"Never mind," Don said, shaking his head in disgust. "It must have been some peeping Tom."
"Does that mean we're going to let the little slut get away with it?" Karin demanded, getting to her feet and hauling Julie upright by her hair.
Don laughed. "Of course not," he said. He gestured with his gun. "Into the living room, folks. It's punishment time!" *** Rob Sanders and his mother sat back to back on the living room couch. Their arms were taped uncomfortably behind their backs, forearm to forearm, and then they'd been tied to each other by the upper arms. Heavy twists of electrician's tape secured their ankles.
Julie sat on the edge of an easy chair. Her pretty face was blotchy and streaked with tears. Her blue eyes were wide and filled with terror as she looked at the implements assembled on the living room coffee table.
"Get a good look at 'em, honey," Don grinned, pulling off his pants. Already erect, his cock bounced up and slapped his belly. He began unbuttoning his shirt.
There was a length of hard wood, broken from the handle of a garden hoe. Next to it was a bottle of tabasco sauce. Finally, a hot pad rested on the table, and on it a light-weight soldering iron. A black cord ran from the implement to a nearby wall socket.
"What are you going to do to me?" the girl asked. The sinews stood out on her tanned arms as she tested her bonds. They were unbreakable. The cord that had left red marks around her arms from binding her to the picnic bench was wrapped around her arms, fastening them behind her, wrist to elbow.
"We're going to teach you to try funny stuff," Don said, "and use you for an example. C'mere!" He grabbed her by the arm. She tried to pull away, but he dragged her back to an overstuffed chair. The man sat down, his ten-inch cock sticking out of his crotch like the bowsprit of a ship.
A hand on Julie's back made her bend over. She squeaked with surprise as she felt the hard cock forge into her cunt from behind. Don put his hands around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap.
Julie sighed. This wasn't what she had expected at all! And that big cock sure as hell felt good sliding up her pussy.
Her ass pushed into Don's lap. He shoved upward. The cock inched deeper. "Oh!" Julie said. "Wow!"
Bracing her feet against the floor, she began to stand up. Don's cock felt as good going out of her pussy as it had going in! Eagerly, her cunt began to water.
Humming to himself, Don fucked his prick in and out of Julie's juicy cunt. Or rather, he sat and let the girl fuck herself happily on his hard cock. When the whole extent of the prick was liberally smeared with fragrant cunt oil, he put his hands on Julie's butt and pushed her off his prick. "Okay, baby," he told Karin, "come give me a hand."
Julie looked up past the jut of Karin's jugs at her coldly beautiful face. There was a look of triumph and evil anticipation on the blonde's features.
Then she understood the reason for the look on Karin's face. Don's broad thumbs were digging into the crack of her ass, pulling open her asshole. He fit the tip of his prick into the dimpled depression of her poop-chute, and then Karin gave the girl a hefty push.
Julie sat down in slow motion. As though falling through molasses, her ass slid toward Don's furry crotch. Despite her teeth-clenching effort to close off her ass passage, she slid onto the greased pole of prick like a fireman answering an alarm.
"Oh!" she choked. "Aaaaaaaow! I'm going to split open! Pull it out!"
Don laughed. "The fun's just beginning, babe," he said. "Damn, your ass's even tighter'n your cunt!"
The un-tanned buttocks slowed to a halt a few inches above Don's groin. "Push on her," he grunted to his assistant. Karin put her hand on Julie's shoulders. Looking into her victim's eyes, she began to press down.
Julie set her jaw against crying out. But it was like having a ramrod stuck up her butt. She couldn't take all ten inches of Don's cock! She'd die-it already felt as if she were going to explode. "Ahhh," she groaned past clenched teeth. "Aaaaa-AAAYYYIIII!"
Her rump came to rest in Don's lap. The head of his cock seemed to be clear up in her belly. She gasped like a fish out of water at the throbbing pain. "Hang on, darling," Marge told her, fighting back her own tears. "It'll be over soon!"
Her ass cheeks twitching enchantingly beneath the hem of her shirt, Karin Hall walked over to the table. She bent down, showing moon-pale slices of her ass, and a tuft of golden cunt fur between her thighs. She picked up the length of hoe-handle and the tabasco sauce and came back to kneel on the carpet in front of Julie's gaping, unattended pussy.
The ache in her ass was growing less. Almost tolerable. "What are you going to do now?" she croaked. "I thought you'd be raping my butt for all you were worth!"
Karin unscrewed the lid of the tabasco sauce and shook the fluid over the rounded end of the stick. "Oh no," Don said, practically purring with the pleasure of having his cock planted balls-deep in his pretty captive's ass. "In just a minute, you're going to be fucking my prick as hard and fast as you did old Fido's this evening."
Julie felt herself flushing at the reference to her rape by the family dog. "What do you mean?" she asked. Her voice was husky. The head of Don's cock seemed to be pushing against her lungs.
For an answer Karin slipped two fingers into Julie's pussy and spread the lips wide. Then she plopped the tabasco-saturated pole between the pussy fringes and thrust it into the girl.
"GAAAAHHHHHH!" Julie screeched.
"OWWWWW!"
Her ass cheeks clamped tight together. Don moaned at the tremendous pressure on his prick. "Get it out!" the girl shrieked, her voice breaking. "Get that thing out of my pussy! oooooHHHH!"
"Julie, Julie, what's the matter?" Marge cried. From the look on the girl's face, it seemed the smoking soldering iron had been shoved up her twat, not the end of a sawed-off tool handle. The teenager's back was arched and every muscle in her body seemed stretched to the breaking point.
"It's simple," Don said. "You know how tabasco sauce feels in your mouth? Well, the little girl's pussy's a mucous membrane, just like your mouth. The hot sauce works the same way on her cunt, except of course a pussy's a lot more sensitive."
His words were choked off by a violent heave of Julie's rump. "Hurts like hell, I bet," he said. Then he shut his eyes and sat back to enjoy the sensation of the pain-racked girl's ass roiling around his prick.
A trickle of spittle ran down Karin's chin. She was so turned on she could barely contain herself. What a genius Don was! The idea of fucking the little hot-pants bitch with a stick coated in tabasco was brilliant. What delicious torture the teenybopper must be feeling. Karin's own cunt walls tightened in sympathy. She pulled the stick out so only an inch was still up Julie's pain-filled cunt. She sprinkled a few more drops of the hot liquid over the wood, then rammed it home again.
Julie shrieked till she was hoarse. It felt as though steam were being sprayed up her pussy. The pain was absolutely hideous. Her pussy was a mass of richly sensitive nerves, and the tabasco was working like acid on each and every one. Compared to it, the giant cock burrowing around in her ass was barely noticeable.
For Don, though, having his cock plugged into Julie's ass was like fucking it into a garbage disposal. It felt as if it were being ground off by the churning of her butt!
With deliberate slowness, Karin slipped the stinging pole in and out of Julie's cunt. "Ow, ow, ow!" the girl chanted rhythmically. "Oh, it hurts!"
Don's fingers were digging into the tender padding of Julie's hips. His prediction was coming true! Julie's butt was giving his cock the most glorious fuck of its life! He sat there, scarcely able to breathe. It felt so good! To have that taut white ass grinding agonizedly around his thoroughly-buried cock was fantastic enough. But to be able to feel the teenaged prisoner's pain soaking through his fingertips, to hear her sobbing cries for mercy-that was what made it a truly memorable fuck.
Karin sat back with her heels pressing into her rump. Her blue eyes were half-lidded. She rocked back and forth in ecstasy. Her own pussy was swimming with the aromatic juices of her lust. How sweet it was, fucking that stick in and out of this girl's pussy!
She replenished the supply of tabasco on the stick. Julie was gobbling mindlessly now, mad with the pain. When Karin fucked the burning brand back into her, she howled hoarsely and began to thrash her body back and forth, hair and tits flying.
Her struggles added an up-and-down motion to the movement of her ass channel around Don's cock. It was too much. With one great surge his prick filled her rectum with his come.
Julie's body bounced around still harder. The man's seething jism felt just like tabasco in her tormented asshole!
Tears pouring down her cheeks, Marge watched Julie flop herself into exhaustion, crying with pain the whole time. Karin's big tits jiggled as she fucked the tabasco-smeared stick in and out of the girl's cunt. Don grunted like a bull as the rotating ass drew every drop of sperm from his balls.
Finally Karin pulled the stick out of Julie's snatch. The girl slumped forward, her hair falling down to hide her pain-twisted face. The "O" of her asshole still allowed some of Don's come to leak into his lap.
"Whew!" he breathed. "That was some ride!"
He looked past his victim at Karin, rocking on her heels with her fingers shoved up her twat. "The soldering iron," he said.
Instantly the naked blonde was on her feet, swinging to the coffee table. She held up the instrument. Waves of heat emanated from its tip.
"What's she going to do with that?" Marge asked in a quavering voice.
"Why, she's just going to embroider your baby girl's pretty jugs a little-art improving on nature, y'know." He grinned a grin of monumental evil. "A little bit like wood-burning, I guess. And I'm going to keep my old cock in her tasty little butt, just to see what it feels like when she gets into some real heavy pain!"
"You swine!" Marge spat.
"You filth!" Rob cursed in a monotone behind her.
The tall, big-titted blonde held the hot iron up worshipfully. She took a step forward.
The living room picture window exploded inward in a glittering ice-storm of fractured glass. Karin dropped the iron, spun, and ran for the back door. Don shot to his feet, spilling the naked captive off his lap. She slid down his semi-hard cock, and then fell in a heap.
"Hold it! Police!" shouted the black-clad man stretched full-length on the glass-strewn carpet. He gripped a heavy revolver in both hands. Swearing, Don lunged for his pants. His hand fished into a pocket. It came out holding his stubby .38.
The gun in the policeman's hands barked twice. Don flew into the wall. A framed landscape print fell to the floor. He slumped after it.
Julie, weeping brokenly, was oblivious of anything that went on around her. On the couch, Rob and Marge stared open-mouthed, stunned, unable to believe they'd been delivered from this nightmare that had threatened to consume them.
"Are you all right, folks?" The officer climbed to his feet and bent down to check Julie. Another climbed in the gaping window and opened the door. A stream of uniformed men flooded the room. Along with them came a short, voluptuously built girl with black hair streaming out from under a jaunty beret.
"Laura! Laura Martinez!" Rob gasped as a policeman sawed at his bonds. "What are you doing here?"
"We had a date, big boy-remember?" The dark eyes glittered. "When you didn't show, I called. When I kept getting a busy signal, I came by. I'm not used to getting stood up, you know? 'Specially by guys who have been practically falling over their own tongues every time I walk by."
"You mean-Julie-that was you . . . ?"
"Yeah, I was the one your sister was trying to signal through the window. When I saw what went on, I went for the cops." Then she was at Rob's side, kneeling by him as he rubbed his newly-freed wrists. "Hey, are you all right, amigo?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He grinned sheepishly down at his nakedness. Then a look of concern creased his face. "But Julie? What about my sister?"
"She'll be all right, son," a grave-faced officer assured him.
*** Later Rob nibbled on Laura Martinez' ear and whispered, "I'm sure glad you showed up when you did."
"Mmm!" the girl said. She ground her crotch against his, screwing her oil-filled pussy even more tightly onto his rigid cock, thrilling to the feel of it filling her cunt. "So am I!"