Chapter 4
Jack finished with her quickly, keeping his cock inside her until he had drained himself of every ounce of pleasure. Pulling out of her, Jack padded around the cellar of the old house, wiping himself clean, then dressing slowly. Always he kept his eyes on the bound girl, enjoying her position. Kathy begged him in low, panting pleas to let her legs down. Her muscles ached so much from the double posi-tion he had tied her in.
Relenting, the young stud unfastened the thongs, stretching her out onto the rack, then throwing her clothes in her face.
"Get dressed."
Kathy stumbled about, pulling on her torn clothes, then walking in front of the stud as he pushed her through the room and down a dank corridor. This was like some medieval castle. The smells were obscure but unpleasant as she shuffled in front of him, stopping at a badly chipped green door. Fishing out a set of keys, Jack opened it, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her roughly in before slamming it shut.
The loud slamming of the door made her jump. She stood there in the damp darkness for at least a minute, shivering, rubbing her fingers briskly up and down her upper arms. He had raped her! He had raped her with that horrible poker, then shoved his cock into her.
Quietly she cried, leaning heavily against the door. She sobbed for her lost virginity, for her lost innocence, and for the unknown horrors that were in store for her. Her knees buckling, the girl sank to the floor, huddling in a ball. It was so cold and damp. Kathy wondered the time; But there was no way to tell in here. Her own agony easing a bit, she realized there was someone else in there, softly crying too.
"Jan?" she whispered.
No answer. Perhaps it was her overworked imagination creating the sounds. She sighed, pressing back against the wall. The noise had stopped. Yes, it must have been her imagina-tion. Now all she could hear was the sound of her own breathing in the stony prison.
"God . . . she breathed.
What awful things had happened to her in the past hour. The walls were slippery here as was the floor. She tried to concentrate on the present, to think about the room around her instead of the ordeal she had just undergone. In another moment, she thought about exploring the darkness around her, but the clawlike skitter and pause of some small animal nearby stopped her. She thought about her sister, about the car outside, about her father. Surely he would become suspicious by now and phone the police. They would scour the highways, find the car outside the old mansion and knock on the door. Soon they would find her and Jan, would save them from any more degradation. She shook her head, trying to drive out the still-present feeling of that cock fucking in and out of her cunt. That was over. It would never, never happen again. She forced herself to think about a nice warm bath. How good it would be to sink into nice clean warm water and wash away the filth Jack had laden her with. She wanted to get the smell of him off her.
Kathy sank into a revery about her home, about her bedroom with the soft mattress and all the warm things that comforted her. How much she had taken them for granted before. And now how precious they all seemed to her. The picture in her mind grew brighter. She could almost feel the touch of her silken coverlet, the sensation of the clean sheets rubbing against her pink, freshly scrubbed flesh.
A shrill scream of pain cut through the moist air of the cellar. The door swung open, striking her hard against her right thigh and bowling her over. She jerked up again to a sitting position, pushing the hair from her eyes. Shapes appeared in the dim light of the doorway. One of the shapes left the ground and thudded wetly inside the doorway.
Kathy clapped her hands to her ears, screaming back it was a girl. Jan! Forgetting her comfortable fantasy, Kathy scrambled across the floor.
"Uhhhhh . . ." she girl groaned.
"Jan?"
"Oh, Kathy. .
The two sisters hugged one another tightly in the dark, sobbing together, telling one another of the horrors they had suffered at Jack's hands.
"He kept beating me," Jan sobbed, regaining some control of herself. "And then . and then he started tearing out my hair . . . you know, down there!"
She stopped, crying softly again into her hands while Kathy hugged her comfortingly around the shoulders. The blonde teen wondered if Jan had undergone the same kind of torment, a cock fucking into her cunt.
"Did he-" Kathy started to say.
"No. He said that would be later."
Jan paused again, regaining her composure. "Kathy, you weren't around. He had me locked up for a while, what happened to you?"
The question made Kathy blush. Thank God it was so dark in here her sister couldn't see the guilt burning her cheeks. Painfully Kathy began telling how Jack had locked her up in that case and tormented her with the pins. Jan gasped with horror. How could she tell her sister the rest of it?
"Is that all?" Jan asked.
"No," Kathy said firmly, feeling something driving her on to purge herself of the pain tearing at her conscience.
Slowly she resumed her story, describing the rack, then telling how she had been bound, tortured with the poker, raped by it, then finally raped by Jack himself.
"And that's it," Kathy said simply, feeling a rush of relief. At least someone else shared her burden of horror. Her own sister.
"Oh my God, Kathy!"
"We've got to get out of here, Jan. This can't go on."
"But how? There's no way to get out of this horrible place!" the brunette wailed.
"Lemme think."
Kathy shut her eyes. That seemed to sharpen her ears a little. She could hear Jan breathing heavily next to her. She moved away, crawling on the floor. The girl stopped, hearing some-thing slide near her. Was it her imagination? Snakes? Were they around in this place? She arched her toes up and slid her feet slowly around, hoping to find something, and yet fearing to find that thing she had heard skittering around earlier.
Kathy slid forward again. Her first few steps hadn't located anything. Suddenly her right foot splashed into icy liquid. She jumped back with a squeal, nearly tumbling down from her loss of balance.
"What? What did you find?" Jan shouted out with horror.
"I . . . I don't know . . . water I think."
"I'm so thirsty . .
Kathy grabbed her stomach, feeling it buckle under the tension and disgust of the situation. She knelt finally and put her hands into the pool. Grunting, the teen raised a handful to her mouth. It tasted bad, but it was cold and wet in spite of the musty smell.
"It's awful, Jan . . . I don't think you want to drink it."
She wiped her hands quickly on the sides of her tattered dress, feeling a little sicker than before. How long would they be kept here in this awful dungeon? Again Kathy wondered about her father, about the police. How long would it take them to find the car and finger Jack and his buddies?
"Come here, Kathy. I don't want to be in this horrible place alone."
Kathy smiled, picking her way back care-fully to her sister, then kneeling down and hugging her body. They breathed quietly together, one holding the other for mutual support as the minutes ticked agonizingly by. How long they had been crouched in that cellar, neither one knew. It might have been one hour, two, four. Neither spoke, each trapped in her private world of horror. In a while, Kathy dozed, dropping her head softly against her sister's neck. She was awakened sharply by the sounds of approaching foot-steps and Jan's rustling hand.
"Someone's coming!" Jan whispered.
The heavy door of the cellar grated open. Kathy and Jan both shielded their eyes from the glare of the electric lights. The bright shaft of yellow hurt after so many hours in complete darkness. Jan reached down, squeezing her sister's right hand in terror.
"There they are. You take care of the car?" Jack said.
Blinking in the light, Kathy saw there were three men there. She remembered what Jack said about his buddies coming there. They had arrived. Her heart sank. Any thought about rescue faded from her mind. They had hidden the car. She heard them say that. Jan let out a low moan of defeat.
"I don't know about the other one. But blondie here's a great fuck. She's into the same things we are too," Jack said.
"No, not true, not true!" Kathy protested. "I ain't fucked the brunette yet. But we'll get around to it. Right now I wanna show you guys about how this bitch performs. Come on, baby. Get up and get the fuck outta there. My buddy wants to see some action."
Kathy hesitated, one hand to her throat. She hugged her sister harder, feeling her pulse racing wildly in her veins.
"I said move!" Jack snapped.
With concern for her sister still in her mind, she let Jack lift her from the floor and drag her out of the cellar. They pushed her down the corridor, past the room where Jack had humiliated her. Kathy stumbled forward, rais-ing her hands to sweep the hair from her face. The aches in her muscles from the former torture made her walk awkwardly. She tripped once and fell sprawling on her hands and knees just inside another room they had shoved her into. Big hands grabbed her shoulders again, setting her upright. She felt them grabbing at her dress. Then there were tearing sounds.
"No, oh, God no!"
She tried to stop it. But of course all action was useless against the men. She tried to cover her tits with her crossed arms. Jack laughed while the bigger of his two buddies turned Kathy around and pulled her arms down roughly. He pinched her sore nipples and laughed again.
"You got her when she was cherry and ripe, en, buddy? Man, you got all the luck," one man said.
Jack ripped the remainder of Kathy's dress from her body, tossing the fragments in the corner. Kathy backed up, trying to hide her cunt from the lewd eyes of the three men. They were talking about what a hard time they had getting their bikes down the road in the rain. It was almost as if she didn't exist for a while. And then they turned to her.
"Bet you're wonderin' what we're gonna do to you. Look around," the tallest of the three said, sweeping a gloved hand around her head.
Kathy shrank back, her wide eyes taking in the hideous instruments of torture hanging from the wall. They were just as terrifying as the ones she had seen earlier. Only this room had more dangling from rusty spikes driven into the walls.
"What kind of place is this?" she gasped.
Jack laughed with the others, shaking his head from left to right. "It's kinda a club. We bring chicks here to have some fun with. You and your sister surprised us. Now we got some-thin' real special to play with."
Kathy felt sick. Her hair hung in tangled clumps around her pretty, terrified face. Clawed marks glowed a deeper red around the still-stiffened points of her tits.
She looked at the three club members. They were all in leather now, tight-fitting chaps revealing their thick-muscled legs while their bare, hairy chests glistened with the sweat of sexual arousal. There was sex in the room, radiating from them like a powerful beacon. Only Jack had touched her. But the teen was certain they would all molest her before dawn broke.
"Damn, she's got great tits," one guy said.
"Easy, Frank. You don't wanna rush it," Jack warned.
The other gang member, Big John they called him, stared silently at her like a wolf about to pounce on his prey. She looked down at the floor, then back up at them all.
"Let's rope `er up and teach the bitch a couple of lessons before we fuck `er," Jack said.
Jack's suggestion brought assenting grunts from the others. Kathy backed away as they walked toward her, their studded boots crunching on the filthy cement cellar floor; She crouched down, still covering her naked tits and cunt as best she could. The three laughed, Big John making a lunge for her and catching the screaming girl by the right wrist. He wheeled her around, jerking her against him while shoving one leather-gloved finger into her cunt. Kathy yelped, snapping her thighs back as the digit rubbed up against her clit.
"Feisty little slut!" Big John laughed.
He slapped her, still holding her with one hand, then backhanded her harder, his knuckles knocking the wind from her lungs. Kathy groaned, her knees growing shaky and weak as hair splashed over her contorted face. Big John was shoving her against the wall while the others scrambled for various devices on the wall.
"Get this in her fuckin' mouth!" Big John said behind her.
Kathy turned around a bit, seeing Big John holding a black wooden stick. She started to open her mouth and found him swinging the rod against her lips.
"Ummmfffff!" she gagged.
The girl backed away, her hands jerking up to her mouth. Jack slapped them down, twist-ing her wrists halfway around until Kathy cried in pain. Big John slipped the wooden rod between her teeth, reaching around and push-ing it back until her lips curled tightly around.
"Tie it in good, buddy. I don't wanna hear her screamin' her head off when we fuck her," Jack said, wiping his hands on his Levi's.
Big John secured the hard wooden rod in her mouth with two ropes fitted at either end, bound securely around the back of her head.
Kathy's eyes widened. There was far more for her to endure. Frank walked over with two sticks, knelt down and forced her to spread her legs. Copping a feel of her cunt mound, the big stud dropped his hands when Jack flashed him a disapproving look. Kathy flinched, the touch of his fingers making her cringe.
"You'll have your turn, man. you'll have your chance to poke this chick. Right now we're gonna teach the bitch a little discipline so she ain't gonna try no shit later on," Jack said.
Frank grunted in assent, wedging the two poles between her legs. Again using half-inch, line, he secured them to her ankles, forcing her to assume a spread-legged position.
"Now for the hands," Jack said, still holding her around the wrists.
Kathy tried moaning her protests. The wooden rod pushing hard against her molars and stretched lips prevented her from doing anything. He forced her to bend down, taking more line from Frank and securing her wrists to both her ankles and the wooden rods keep-ing her legs pried widely apart. Kathy swal-lowed hard, twisting her head up so her spit could go down her throat without choking her.
"There's a fuckin' good bitch. She ain't gonna say nothin'. No complainin', no bitchin' about this and that," Frank said, rubbing his fingers up along her inner thighs.
Kathy trembled, biting down against the rod when she felt his nails getting very close to her clit. There was more movement behind her. Jack had stepped back to the wall. In another moment he stood in front of her, holding a long leather strap with a handle. She noticed the end of it had been cut into strips. Her heart began to pound.
"I'd forgotten about this strap till now. You know," Jack mused, rubbing the strands against Kathy's quivering right cheek, "I met a girl once who dug gettin' her ass whipped red with this mother."
Frank and Big John chuckled, wiping their noses and casting their glances from Kathy to Jack, then back to Kathy again.
"I mean, she really dug it," Jack continued, pushing his face against Kathy's. The girl thought she would surely lose control of her ass muscles and shit all over herself. "When I kept beatin' her with the strap, she went outta her mind. I know I hurt her. But even when her ass was nothin' but stripes she begged me not to stop. Said it was the best thing she'd ever felt. You gonna be like that, baby? You gonna beg me not to stop even though I beat the shit outta that fuckin' butt?"
Kathy tried to scream her denial. The wooden rod hurt her teeth while the blood rushed into her head. Suddenly she heard him raise the strap. She tensed, her muscles bulging against her thighs, her asscheeks tightening instinctively while she curled her toes against the hard concrete. There was a moment's hesi-tation, a moment that knocked the girl nearly senseless with terror. Then she heard the whistling sound, that hissing sound of leather slicing through the thick damp air surrounding them in the cellar. She chomped down hard on the wood. And then the straps kissed her ass-cheeks with a hard cracking sound, sending hot stinging streamers of pain shooting through her body. Kathy let out a loud yelp, her teeth leaving marks in the black wood.
"Man, you see the way those asscheeks jiggle?" Frank said, rubbing his crotch with the back of one hand.
"Yeah, man, and she's goin' for it. . . I think," Big John added.
"See if we can get more of a response with another hit. That was just a love pat, baby, just a fun thing to show you what's comin' up.,,
Jack jerked his hand up, swinging the strap around his head like a wild snake. Kathy stared in front of her, watching the shadows of his arm and the makeshift whip protruding frohi his hand. She wept wildly, pulling at the thongs holding her hands to her ankles. It was the same as it had been with the rack-she couldn't move, couldn't even hide her ass from this maniac. A second blow struck her right thigh. Then came a third, crossing the first over her asscheeks. The thong-like ends started to sting her badly. Jack laughed, increasing the tempo and force of his strapping while calling her all sorts of terrible names.
"Slut, fuckin' bitchin' slut," he growled, marking his words with blows.
The strap started burning and stinging as Jack struck the same sore spots a second and third time. She felt each thong kissing and biting her flesh painfully and tried walking away in that awkward position. Jack stopped, laughing with the others as Kathy waddled away several feet, then stopped. Useless. It was hopeless. There was nowhere she could go. And, besides, she was exhausted. Stopping, the blonde teen waited until Jack walked up to her, raising that awful hand again.