Chapter 9
Kathy was having trouble catching her breath. She watched as Byron and Jack moved a large wooden cask obviously filled with some liquid. She could hear the sloshing of something inside-oh God, how it reminded her of the cold water Jack had injected into her cunt three nights ago while Byron ass-fucked her out of her mind! Now she stood there, feeling her head pound more violently, feeling her heart beating so hard she thought it would rip right through her rib cage. Turning to the left, she saw her girlfriend was having the same difficulty.
"What...what've you done to me?" Janice wailed, biting down on her lower lip.
"I...I'm sorry, Janice. I just couldn't say no to them," Kathy said, leaning toward her friend. Oh, how foul she felt! She had betrayed a friend for this!
"Both of you like to trot your ass around town, showin' off and the givin' nothin', " Jack growled, positioning the keg directly over a five-inch diameter floor drain.
Again the liquid inside sloshed around, making Kathy's flesh crawl. Janice would soon learn the meaning of fear and pain around here. She could see in the men's eyes it would be a long evening.
"We been workin' on a couple of ideas Jack had," Byron said. "Somethin' to give me nice memories before I go back home."
Kathy's eyes dropped to Jack's black boots for some reason. They were dirty, scuffed badly from use. She shivered, rubbing her fingers over her upper arms.
"Okay, babes, strip!"
Janice covered her mouth with one hand, stifling a scream. She was about to protest when Kathy lay one hand on her shoulder.
"Don't. They'll only hit you...they did that to me," she warned, eying the men.
"Oh God!"
Janice pulled her clothing off reluctantly, sniffing sorrowfully. Kathy was faster, almost enthusiastic as she unbuttoned her white blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. She had worn no bra. She knew what awaited her in the basement of Jack's home. Underclothing would have been superfluous.
"Get that fuckin' stock over here," Jack said, nodding his head in the direction of the far wall.
Byron moved in the shadows, grunting as he began pulling something very heavy and tall toward the center of the low-ceilinged room. He had to duck his head to avoid banging his forehead against the dangling chains and cuffs.
"What...what on earth is it?" Janice gasped, her eyes wide.
Kathy too stared wildly at the device. It looked like some of those pictures she had seen of New England stocks, instruments of punishment used by the Puritans. There were two sets of holes, the top two somewhat smaller than the others. The vertical board was broken into three sections, a set of hinges on the right side bolted to the board at each point where it had been cut completely across. At the base four boards at either end of the vertical stock acted as braces to keep it steady and upright.
"Somethin' new, like I said. You'll be the first one, bitch. Come on, baby, you like this shit. Move it!"
Kathy glanced sideways at Janice, then shuffled to the strange device. Quickly Jack opened the top board and thrust Kathy's arms through the smaller top holes, locking it in place. The girl pulled back, her fingers curling, her breath becoming raspy with panic.
"No! Not again!" she cried.
"What did you think was gonna happen here, you dumb slut? Hunt Easter eggs?"
Byron and Jack opened the bottom portion next, making sure the first set of hinges was secured. Byron grabbed her legs just below her knees, bending them, then shoving them through the opened bottom holes. The device clamped shut at last, completely trapping the helpless young blonde teen. Janice looked on in horror as her friend's arms and legs were shoved through the holes of the stock, dangling out one end.
Kathy cried out, jerking her arms and legs, feeling the splintery wood scraping painfully against her flesh. Again she remembered the painful rusty iron scraping over her flesh. This was worse. She was hanging in mid-air there, her ass trembling, bouncing up and down and jiggling from her wild, thrashing movements.
"Ohhhhh...."
She stopped, feeling her head pound like a drum. The splinters were hurting her already chafed wrists, cutting into the injured flesh while her thigh muscles cramped from the awkward position. Janice was staring open-mouthed at her, terror and disbelief written on the distressed girl's face.
"Now we get to the fun part," Jack said.
Kathy watched with growing uneasiness as he attached a long black rubber hose to a faucet at one end of the keg. There was a long steel nozzle at the other end of the hose. Dear God! It looked like something you got in the hospital when you couldn't move your bowels!
"Now, you're gonna get a belly full of beer, baby. It's a new way to drink up," Byron said, throwing back his head and laughing.
Fear and pain pounded through her body as she watched them working on the keg. But something else was happening to her, something that had happened three nights ago. Her cunt was beginning to tingle, to get hot and tight and moist as she sat there in that horrible position, her ass dangling out one end of the stock. Just feeling the rough wood chaffing her legs and arms, watching the men working on that keg made her excited.
Kathy closed her eyes, shaking her head violently from side to side as if that would knock out the strange ideas racing through her head. No, they were still there. All she could think of now was her cunt and what these men were going to do to satisfy her.
"Kathy...."
Janice was whispering her name, holding her fingertips to her lips while drawing in her arms to cover her big red-tipped tits. "What's happening?"
Kathy couldn't answer her friend. She was too embarrassed by her body's reaction. The girl would find out for herself soon enough. Perhaps she too would feel that familiar itch of lustful excitement rising in her clit, making her flesh crawl with desire.
"Now for somethin' that's gonna make this all fun for you," Byron said.
Jack was pulling a tall, three-legged stool out from the shadows. It looked about the same height as the first set of holes through which her legs were now locked. But what was of particular interest to it was something long and thick sticking straight out from the center of the seat. At first Kathy thought her eyes were deceiving her. Again she shook her head, focusing her eyes on that protrusion. Then she realized that no, she wasn't mistaken. It was a dildo, much like the one Jack and Byron had raped her with the night before. Only this time small little spikes surrounded the base of that plastic cock. Kathy sucked in a ragged breath, her eyes rounding while her jaw slackened. No, no, they couldn't think of raping her again with that thing. Oh God, no!
"Somethin' to keep you nice and hot while you have a cold drink," Jack said, sliding the seat under her dangling ass.
"No, no!"
Kathy pinched her eyes tight once more, tensing her muscles and bobbing her jiggling ass up higher than the dildo.
"You don't have to sit down on it, baby. It's just gonna be there in case you get real tired," Byron added, smoothing his fingers over her ass, then slapping the white taut flesh.
Kathy squealed, feeling her muscles cramp. A hot sweat broke out over her flesh as she strained with all her might to keep her pussy away from the cunt-ripping dildo. The blonde grunted, her body trembling with the effort while the men watched with interest.
"And in here's some good ol' home brew-not that slop they have in the markets," Jack said, kicking the side of the keg with one boot. There was a dull thump, indicating a full barrel. "This stufff'd set you straight if you took a drink now-only you're gonna get it from the other end," Jack said, kneeling down and picking up the hose. He toyed with the free end, inspecting the metal nozzle, then looking up meaningfully at Kathy.
The girl shuddered, still tensing her muscles, feeling them cramping and spasming under the pressure.
"You're...you're crazy," she gasped, throwing back her head and letting out a strangled sob.
Oh, oh, what was happening to her? Why was she feeling such delight, such wonderful feelings when all she should have rushing through her mind was a desire to escape?
"No, baby, at least, not any more than you," Byron said, smirking up at her. "You dig this. You dug gettin' whipped and fucked a couple of nights ago. Man, you was creamin' real hard. You couldn't get enough cockmeat in you." He glanced over at Janice who stood there gaping wildly at her friend. "Yeah, that's right, bitch. Little Miss Proper was goin' at it like some Hollywood whore. But she wasn't gettin' paid for it. No, man. She liked it. She liked it like her aunt digs it."
"Her aunt?" Janice gasped.
"You don't know shit about this neighborhood, do you, bitch?"
"Come on, man, we gotta get this thing goin' now," Jack said impatiently.
There was some movement below, then Kathy felt something brushing against her ass. It was cold and hard. Then...
"Ahhhhhhh...yaggghhhaiyeyeeee!"
The girl's spine stiffened, her head snapping back while her long blonde hair splashed around her throat and shoulders. Her face slackened, her eyes bugging out while again and again she let out shrieks of horror and pain. Something very hard and cold was sliding up into her ass. Oh, oh, it was almost like getting fucked in the ass! Only this time there wasn't the heat, there wasn't the exciting pressure of a man's prick squeezing down into her bowels. There was only the cruel metallic sensation of the nozzle being shoved into her ass-hole, twisted around cruelly, then pushed in a little deeper.
"What...what are you doing to her?" Janice wailed, clapping both hands over her ears to block out her friend's wailing.
"Givin' her a drink the hard way," Jack said, pushing the nozzle in a few more inches in spite of the frantic blonde's pleas for mercy.
"No, no, don't...uhhhh...oh God, why are you doing this?" Kathy sobbed, her muscles relaxing just for a moment. But when she felt the touch of that rubbery cock against her cunt lips the girl stiffened once more, jerking her ass up away from the long thick dildo and those threatening spikes at the base.
Jack laughed, taking Janice by the right arm and pushing her forward. Kathy didn't notice what was happening to her friend at first. She was trying to cope with that nozzle shoved up her ass-hole. Writhing, jiggling her ass-cheeks, the young girl even tried pushing it out as if she were taking a shit. Yes, she would risk disgracing herself in front of these people if only she could get that horrible thing out of her ass-hole. But Jack had shoved it in too deeply. Groaning, Kathy relaxed a second time, tensing with a wail as she felt her cunt lips sliding back over the fat dildo.
"Ohhhhh...."
Byron was next to torment the girl, sliding a four-inch wide black leather belt around her waist. There were straps dangling from the base, straps which he slipped through her asscrack and secured the enema nozzle in place. Kathy shuddered once more, feeling the straps now moving up forward, pressing against her cuntal slit, then attaching to metal loops at the top front of the belt. Oh, the sensation of that cool, smooth leather pressing against her cunt was too much. She shivered, wallowing her shoulders against thin air while she fanned her toes out until they cramped. It was a new sensation, one she secretly enjoyed. A shudder made her body shiver from head to toe as the leather slid into her hot juicy crack.
"Come on, baby, come on, have a seat. You don't look too comfy with your ass dangling up there like that," Byron crooned, moving around to one side and putting his hands on her shoulders.
"No, don't...don't touch me," she gasped, her eyes wide with fear.
"Yeah, that's what you said the other night. And man, you couldn't get enough. Well, you're gonna get more 'n enough tonight."
"No, don't...don't!"
He was pressing down hard on her shoulders, shoving her body down, down onto the plastic cock. Kathy cried out, jerking her head from right to left, curling her fingers and clawing at the air. Oh, it was terrible, awful, to feel helpless, completely unable even to writhe away from the big thing now spreading her cunt lips apart. "Uhhhhh...."
She felt her outer labia peel stickily back, felt the seepy, velvety lining of her cunt exposed to that horrible thing strapped to the stool below. Again she tried struggling against Byron's big hands, tensing her thigh and arm muscles, jerking up from the seat. But she was no match for the big blond's strength. He only laughed at her efforts, tightening his fingers around her shoulders until he bruised the flesh. Byron kept pushing down, moving her body from side to side, screwing her ass down onto that horrible thing.
"Yagggghhhhh!"
Her small cuntal muscles went into a series of delicious spasms at the first touch of that long, fat dildo. As shameful and disgraceful as it was Kathy couldn't keep her desire a secret any more. Small beads of sweat broke out on her forehead while her nipples became stiff, dark red, itchy. Again she tried pushing up from the plastic cock, but her efforts were weaker, less effective. Byron noticed the change and laughed at her.
"Gettin' used to it, huh baby? like the feel of that leather against your cunt lips while you're gettin' fucked? Lots of broads do. Your aunt digs leather, you know. Man, she can't get enough of it.
"Ohhhhh...."
Sucking in her lower lip Kathy bit down, chewing on the flesh until she tasted blood. It was punishment, punishment for feeling something so good, so shamefully, deliciously good.
Kathy started to cry, hot tears trickling down her flushed cheeks. Blinking her eyelids open she saw that Jack had positioned Janice opposite her, forcing her to spread her legs and push her ass forward on another stool they had moved forward. Kathy stared in amazement at the dark red gash of pussymeat exposed to her now, framed by the tufts of brown hair curling around the labia.
Janice was letting out small, strangled cries. More than once she had tried to snap her legs together to hide her pussy. But Jack slapped her across the face lightly, threatening to break her jaw with his fist if she didn't cooperate. In the end the trembling, cowering girl could only submit, wiping the tears from her face with her knuckles.
"Now, you take care of your friend here,"
Jack said, slapping Janice on the ass and bringing out another pained cry from the brunette teen.
Kathy shook her head, looking up at Jack with a question in her eyes.
"Don't be a dumb bitch. You know, take care of the slut. Eat out her cunt."
"No! You don't know what you're saying!" Kathy groaned, pulling back from the cunt-meat gaping in front of her.
"Maybe a little beer'll make her feel more relaxed," Jack said after a moment.
Byron moved around and turned on the spigot. In a flash Kathy felt something very cold seeping into her bowels. She stiffened her arms and legs, arching her back forward while letting out a sharp gasp. They were giving her that cold beer enema, filling her bowels with the strong liquor! She jerked her legs as much as she could, letting out more grunts and gasps as the fluid filled her bowels, then began seeping down onto the floor from around the ass-embedded nozzle.
"Feelin' high yet, baby? Don't worry, you will. And then you'll beg for that cuntmeat."
No, no, never! She would never sink that low! Kathy stared at the hapless Janice, then turned away. And all the while more and more beer splattered into her ass through that black rubber hose.