Chapter 7
Hours had passed. Wendy was back in the cellar with Alice. Her friend had calmed down and now only whimpered, huddled in one corner in a fetal position. Wendy knew she had to be stronger than that. She couldn't break down, fold like Alice and still survive. Those crazy bikers were tireless in their desire to humiliate and hurt her. When they were carrying her back to this place, Wendy thought she'd seen two of them carrying a first-aid kit to a small shelter behind the cabin. Mr. Bernard had to be there.
Sighing deeply, Wendy leaned against the cold stone wall and wondered about the teacher. He had given her her first real sexual experience. She had cum so hard! Of course, it had been nothing like what she'd experienced lately. But Mr. Bernard had opened the window. Wendy felt a kind of obligation to help him.
"Wendy. Are they going to let us go?" Alice's voice was soft, broken.
Wendy shook herself from her reverie and drew next to the trembling girl. She knew Alice was still reliving whatever hell they had put her through, and she slipped one comforting arm around her shoulders.
It was odd how good the young girl felt pressing against her, her tits against her. Wendy felt something stirring in her pussy, something that should be quiet. Her juices were starting to flow while that tight, itchy ache was starting to throb through her cunt. Gently, Wendy drew away, pulling her legs together and patting Alice on the hand.
"Everything's going to be okay. I mean, how much more can they do to us? They'll be letting us go soon," Wendy said, wishing she could believe her own words.
"Oh, do you really think so? Oh, please God, please!"
The two girls prayed silently, Wendy's prayers interrupted all too often by images of being whipped and fucked. She tried pushing them from her mind. But they came back again and again, teasing and taunting her until she felt aroused. Her thighs were burning while her cunt tingled and twitched. She felt the cunt walls growing slick, rubbing deliriously together while her asscheeks flexed against the dirty wooden floor. God in heaven, she was thinking about those horrid young men, wishing they'd come back.
Wendy held her head in her hands. What on earth was happening to her?
The guys burst in suddenly, without warning. Wendy jerked up, her eyes big while Alice screamed and scrambled back into the corner. It wasn't Dirk or any of the others close to him. Wendy drew back, shrinking against the wall as a big shaggy-haired biker took her by the upper arm and dragged her to her feet.
"C'mon. We're gettin' fuckin' drunk out there, and we want to party hearty!"
"No, no...."
He was very drunk. She could smell his foul breath, and she wrinkled up her nose. The sleazy biker saw her reaction and laughed crudely, drawing the naked teenager out from the cellar. Behind her, Wendy could hear Alice screaming and knew the other two men were pulling her out, as well. The camp fires were growing dim as they pulled her protesting all the way back to the tree where they had formerly bound her.
She stopped, her face flushing beet red.
Wendy could almost feel the sharp bark rubbing against her cunt, piercing her clit while that awful whip flayed her skin. And there were the lanterns, those awful things that burned her thighs until they rippled with pain and excitement.
There was Dirk, reeling around the camp with a knife in his hand. He stopped his mad dance, turning around and looking at Wendy with his head cocked to one side. Behind her, the screaming Alice was flaying wildly against the men holding her, her screams filling the night air. Dirk motioned at Wendy and the men dragged her to the tree, spinning her around like a top and throwing her against the trunk.
Wendy felt her ass rubbing against the wood as one of the bikers took her right arm and pulled it up to the jutting limb. It was Jim, the master roper, who took quarter-inch line and looped it around her forearm, fastening it to the limb with three rounds and a double hitch. He moved unsteadily to bind her other arm, beer and liquor having had its effect on him.
Alice had grown quiet, kneeling now on the ground, a small trickle of blood coming from one corner of her slapped mouth.
Wendy grimaced, feeling the line sliding like a saw back and forth against her flesh as Jim adjusted the rope, then tightened it securely until she was tied crucifixion style on the tree. Her heart was beating wildly while her asscheeks flexed against the rough bark. Again she found a splinter, this one more pointy than the other. It was scratching teasingly against her asshole. Oh, how she liked that, liked it a lot! Wendy bit her lower Up, hoping the men wouldn't notice her subtle movements as they had before. They were too drunk, she thought, wincing at the tightness of the ropes around her forearms.
"A little something to warm you up," Dirk said, standing unsteadily in front of her.
He was having trouble focusing in on her, his body swaying from side to side as he clutched a half-empty can of beer. He seemed to be looking for something in his pockets, his face a mask of concentration. Then he smiled, finding what he was looking for and pulling it out.
At first Wendy couldn't understand what was amusing Dirk so. Then she narrowed her eyes, leaning forward and realizing he was holding three long slim firecrackers. She shivered staring at him, then looking at Alice, who appeared to be praying to her. Dirk was obviously amused by the girl's confusion as he waved the long thin things in front of her face. A cool wind from the desert mountains stirred the dirt at her bare feet, making the goose flesh rise under her rustling cuntal hair. Wendy folded one leg over the other, protecting her pussy as the men leered at her. There were half as many around now, the rest having long since passed out from too much booze and fucking.
"You know where these little things are gonna go? Right up your pussy, baby."
For emphasis, he slipped one hand up between her legs, jamming a finger up her cunt and wriggling it until he had her dancing against the tree.
"Yeah, she's good and hot down there. She always is."
Wendy realized they were really going to hurt her now. She bawled, jerking her arms against the restraints, feeling her muscles cramp as she struggled against the tree behind her. The knifing piece of bark was prickling her shitter, reminding the girl of a knife.
Dirk came closer. They were going to tear her apart! Those firecrackers were going to ruin her for life! Alice screamed, covering her mouth with both hands as she looked on in disbelief.
Wendy was beside herself, wriggling her thighs, feeling her bare ass jiggling against the bark as Dirk slipped one cylinder, then another into her cunt. Dirk was careful to leave most of the firecrackers sticking out of her cunthole. He wanted to make sure her cuntal juice wouldn't put out the fuse.
Wendy screamed again, working her cuntal muscles, milking them against the small cylinders, trying to push them out of her pussy. Nothing worked. They were lodged there, poking up against her cuntal flesh, ready to go off when lit. Wendy waited for the flame as Dirk waved the remaining firecracker in front of her eyes.
"And you know where this little mother's goin?"
Wendy shook her head, too terrified to give him an answer.
"Right up your asshole, baby. It's gonna go right up ... here!"
He reached around and slapped her ass, pinching the flesh and making the girl squeal. Wendy cried out again, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she jerked on the restraining ropes. Her feet slid back and forth on the exposed tree roots, her soles chafing from the violent moves while Alice whimpered there on the ground. Nothing stopped Dirk. He moved behind Wendy, spreading her asscheeks with both hands even though she did her best to press her ass hard against the tree behind her. He was too strong, too insistent. Wendy felt something poking her shitter, then it slid slowly in, like a well-greased prick! She could feel the thing worming its way into her shitter until the firecracker's paper covering was chafing her ass lining.
Wendy closed her eyes and prayed as she only had as a child, sure that her life as she knew it would be over in a few seconds. The men were out of control, rutting around like animals, topping one horrible torture with another until the girls would finally break. They were expendable, Wendy thought glumly as she watched Dirk fish a pack of matches from his shirt pocket and strike one.
She could smell the burning sulphur, could smell her own fear as he approached and held the flame right in front of her nose. Wendy panicked, feeling her bladder failing. But there was nothing in there to put out the fire.
"Now for a little action," Dirk said.
He ignited the two fuses sticking from the firecrackers in her cunt. Next came the one in her asshole.
Wildly, Wendy worked her ass and cunt muscles once more, trying to shove those awful things from her body. But Dirk had pushed them too deeply for that. Her flesh tingled with fear as the fuses burned closer and closer. She bawled a second time, her fingers curling and biting into her sweaty palms while the ropes chafed her flesh. If only she could free her hands! She would be able to put out those fires and free Alice and Mr. Bernard.
But nothing would help her now. Her mouth became a tight scar while her eyes cinched tightly together. It was all she could do to keep from shitting from terror. The two small fires were rapidly sparking their way toward the firecrackers now. The heat spread across her lower asscheeks while the other flames singed her cuntlips. Wendy cringed, struggling against the horror. She kicked both legs forward, her body sagging heavily from her roped arms.
"God!" she whined.
For a moment, the fires seemed to go out. The burning from the flame no longer sparked against her pussy. The young blonde strained forward, her cunt tingling with unwanted excitement while Dirk bent down to see what was the matter. The two fires started up again after that hesitation, quickly burning up the fuse, to her cunt and asshole.
Wendy had just enough time to realize what had happened before the explosions went off.
"Eaghghghghgeaghghghg!"
It was as if a thousand hells had exploded between her legs. Her thighs shot apart while her head jerked back, scream after scream exploding from her mouth. She was shivering in a fit, sweat rolling down her face and jiggling tits while those million hot-tipped needles had punctured her cunt and shitter at the same time. Her spine straightened against the tree as she bawled and shouted loudly as she could.
How her ass burned! She was sure part of it had been blown off. Tightening her ass and cunt, the girl was trying to smother the fires with her pussy juices.
With another heart-rending cry, Wendy passed out, feeling her cunt and clit sparking in what seemed to be a small orgasm.
How long she had been unconscious, she didn't know. There was the sudden splashing of cold water across her face. Coughing, spitting, Wendy raised her head and felt the cold liquid running down her body. Alice was still on the ground, her hands over her mouth, looking up at Wendy, who could smell something acrid in the air. It was, she guessed, her own burned cuntal hairs.
"Now, that was real good, wasn't it! You dug havin' your cunt tingled like that, right?" Dirk said.
He was pushing his face up against her, breathing that awful breath into her nostrils while fondling her tits. Wendy turned her face from him, still afraid of showing him just how much she was enjoying all this abuse.
"Hey, man, what're we gonna do with this silly slut? Man, she's gettin' on my nerves. All she does is fuckin' cry all the time."
Dirk scratched his head, his thick lips curling into a smile. Wendy shivered. They were all in trouble when Dirk smiled.
"Then let's give her somethin' to cry about. Hang 'em both from the tree-ass to ass."
There was a murmur of approval. Wendy shook her head, begging him to leave her there. She was sore. They had just done something awful to her. How could they do more? But he refused to listen. Dirk untied her himself, grabbing the teenager and pushing her forward.
When Wendy tried to plead with him again, he doubled his fist, sending it crashing into her soft belly.
The girl doubled over, her chafed arms clutching her stomach as she started to sink to the ground, Dirk's rough hands on her arms. He pushed the injured girl forward, her feet shuffling unsteadily over the ground. Someone had dragged Alice away. She could hear her friend's hysterics in front of her, punctuated by shouts of "Shut the fuck up!"
Dirk stopped Wendy with a slap across the back of the head.
"On second thought, I'm too fucked up to haul you cunts up any tree. Just bend over here ... right here," he said, nudging several pieces of discarded wood to one side. "Bring the other cunt over here, too."
Wendy was grateful they'd stopped. It was so hard for her to walk, especially after having endured the double explosion in her cunt and asshole. Gratefully, the girl bent over at the waist, feeling her tits roll forward.
"Okay, now put your hands behind your ankles-yeah, that's it, wrists to ankles, baby."
Wendy did this quickly, feeling her hot sweaty asscrack opening from that awkward position.
Jim came back with the ropes he had used on her on the tree, looping one of them around her right wrist and ankle after Dirk had taken one of the cast-off boards and had lain it across the girl's feet.
"Keep the bitch spread open," Dirk said.
Jim nodded, affixing the wood to her right wrist and ankle. Wendy spread her legs even farther apart, feeling her cunt opening while the throbs of pain continued between her legs. She thought she would never stop feeling the stinging, burning agony as Jim jammed the board between her legs, then roped her left ankle and wrist together.
Wendy wasn't sure if she liked this spread, bent-over position or not. Her hair swept onto the dirt while blood rushed to her head. She was helpless again, unable to see much of what was going on around her. It was difficult to keep her balance.
Wendy heard Alice's whimpers. The girl was behind her, crying, begging, sobbing, doing her best to annoy everyone. Then Wendy heard dragging sounds, finally feeling her friend's naked ass bump up against hers.
"In the same position, cunt. Yeah, that's it, stupid. Back up against your friend over there.
Rub asses. Come on, don't be bashful. Feels good, eh?" Dirk taunted, jerking Wendy's head up by the hair and leering at her. "Good and hot. Hot ass, and that's what you two got, if nothin' else. Good hot butt!"
They bent the brunette over in the same way as they had Wendy, roping her wrists and ankles to the same board. Wendy could feel her friend's ass jiggling and moving frantically from side to side. In a moment, both young girls were roped ass to ass, ankle to ankle, leg to leg.
The blonde teenager wondered what on earth they were going to do to them. After all, it would be difficult if not impossible to fuck either of them in this position.
"Alice, are you all right?"
"Uh-huh ... sort of."
Wendy tried adjusting her awkward, bent-over position, but the ropes holding her wrists to her ankles wouldn't allow her much movement. Trying to bend her knees helped a little. Whenever she dropped her ass an inch or two to ease the pulling ache in her arms, Alice groaned in pain. Wendy realized she would never be able to completely ease the agony in her arms, because Alice's body was forcing her up.
The men laughed as both girls tried to adjust their positions without much success. Their naked bodies swayed against one another, their tits jiggling while they were in that disgusting position.
"Let's have somethin' here to spice this up," Dirk suggested.
"Man, this is too much!" Jim said with a laugh. "What the fuck you wanna do, drag 'em down the highway behind the bikes?"
"Not a bad idea! But maybe for later. Right now, I've got somethin' more interestin' for 'em. Get the generator."
Wendy only vaguely heard their conversation, concentrating instead on the pulling ache throbbing through her arms and thighs. She tried to whisper commands to Alice, commands she thought would help both of them ease the pain they were experiencing. But the brunette could only moan, feeling self-pity while the guys were dragging something big and ugly toward them. In a flash, Wendy recognized what it was. A generator. There was no reason to have that thing out there unless it was for them! First firecrackers, then this! That was what Dirk had meant about spicing things up. God in heaven, when would it end?