Chapter 6
"God!" Kathy gasped.
"Oh man, man. It's good havin' the chick like this," Big John said, stopping his fucking journey for a moment. At least six inches of his prick still remained outside Kathy's split ass.
"You gonna drive it down all the way?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, sure. Got all fuckin' night. Still rainin' like hell outside. Ain't no one gonna come lookin' for these sluts for a long time. And she's gonna dig it, ain't you, baby? You're gonna dig havin' me fuckin' your in-sides out."
"No, no. . . uhhhh . .
Big John let go of her right hip, slipping one hand up to her tits. He began pinching the nip-ples hard, crushing them between his fingers. Kathy bawled miserably, her ass on fire both from that awful whipping and from the ass-fucking she was receiving now. Slowly, gradually, Big John was gradually shoving his cockmeat into her ass. Kathy tried bending down lower, tried spreading her knees a little farther. But the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the poles separating them held firm. Her muscles cramped to a painful degree. And still Big John kept fucking her, working his hips from one side to the other, shoving, relax-ing, then shoving down hard once more, always pinching her nipples.
Kathy couldn't help but cry in despair and pain. She felt something in her bowels kink then cramp against the intruding cock. The wide head of his prick seemed to go on forever. Kathy wept hot salty tears, the tears splashing against the iron mask around her. For a moment she wondered if that was how the iron had become so rusted. How many other young women had sobbed in this mask, their tears collecting on the metal until it had begun to rust?
"Uhhhhh. .
Her arms and legs cramped, then spasmed. She pitched forward once more, Big John holding her around the hips to keep her from falling. He fucked in a few more inches of his cock. Kathy thought her body was being destroyed right there. Surely she would never be able to function again in the normal way. And then the steady pressure eased once more. The girl took long, gaspy breaths, feeling a pleasurable relief wash over her.
That had to be all. Surely his prick must be in all the way. But Kathy couldn't feel the hairy overhang of his belly, couldn't -feel his crotch hairs rubbing up against her shitter. She moaned with horror. No, there was probably more cockmeat hanging from her asshole right now-pink, hard and jerking.
"Uhhh, all the way, baby, all the way in. I'm gonna shove this mother all the way in `til you think I'm gonna fuck your Goddamned mouth from the inside."
Kathy thought her belly would swell to the bursting point. The heat from the nerves in her violated shitter bounced off the nauseating, stuffed feeling in her stomach. Streamers of a weird kind of need exploded in her brain, in spite of the pain-or perhaps because of it-Kathy wanted more of that cock in her ass. Yes, she was now searching for more prickmeat to be squeezed into her asshole.
Back again. Her guts were pulling out as if attached to a powerful vacuum as John began tugging his cock back. Then forward, forward until he was rubbing his crotch up against the top swell of her buttocks. All the way in! His prick was all the way inside her now, his cockhead burning her belly while his prick stretched her bowels to the tearing point. Big John let her suffer there for a moment, slap-ping her injured asscheeks, pinching her ass while letting his cock throb against her bowels.
"Like it, honey? Man, she digs it, digs havin' an ass-fuck."
"Yeah, this little bitch can't get enough prickmeat," Jack agreed, rubbing his cock again. "She's cock happy, man. A regular nympho. She keeps cryin' about how she don't want it, then sucks it up."
"Yeah, talk about suckin'," Frank said, closing his eyes and smiling at the memory of Kathy's mouth around his cock. "She has one hell of a pair of sweet lips. She knows how to milk `em around a dude's cock."
Big John laughed, then started fucking her ass in earnest. He had stamina, fucking back and forth, back and forth, gradually speeding up his strokes until Kathy thought her ass would catch fire from the friction. The length of his fucking strokes grew while all the time he was moving his hands along her ass and cunt, stroking her pussylips, then pinching her reddened flesh until the girl squealed in pain.
"Uhhhhh. . ."
Her face was growing hot and flushed, perspiration dripping on that mask restraining her head movements. The stretched ring of her shitter threatened to rip loose from her ass. The girl panted, her mind going blank once more. Kathy panicked. She knew what that meant-a complete loss of control. Oh, she was such a slut, such a bad girl to enjoy something like this. Ass-fucking wasn't even mentioned at school, let alone at home. Now it was happening to her. She could hear the wet, heavy slap of his flat belly against her asscheeks while his knees pressed hard into heis. She tugged up on the ropes holding her in a doubled-over position, feeling the vulgar thrills in her ass radiating to all parts of her body. Oh, how she wanted it all to happen at once-the pain in her ass, the juicy sliding of her cuntlips, the reaming sensation of that cock through her bowels, all of it. She wanted to explode in ecstasy while Big John fucked her wildly.
Big John let out a loud grunt, fucking his cock deep into her ass. Kathy thought she could feel her shitter lining tearing. His prick smashed into her like a crashing jet plane. She screamed, her cries bouncing off the rusty iron surrounding her head. There was an avalanche of lusty fire in her ass as thick, spurting masses of his cum firehosed into her ass.
"Fuck! Fuck that bitch! I'm cummin'," Big John groaned, his Adam's apple bobbing furiously in his tightened throat.
"Go for it, man, go for it!" Frank en-couraged, jerking himself off through his pants.
For one mad minute, the girl felt her asshole wringing at his prick. She convulsed, her doubled body jerking back against his body. Her tits were mashed under his hands, and her face was turning red and sweating heavily against the encasing iron mask. Kathy felt her cunt starting to milk, starting to flutter in pre-orgasmic chills. She was starting to climax, and there was nothing in her cunt to rub up against those hot, itchy walls!
"No, noooo!" she gasped.
"She's doin' it, man," Frank cried excited-ly, his eyes wide with lust. "She's cummin', and she don't even have a dick in `er pussy!"
The hot jolts in her ass and cunt amplified one another. Again and again the girl drew back against Big John, feeling his cum shooting into her ass, filling her up while the others watched and panted heavily.
"Uhhhh.. ." she groaned.
And then it was over. Kathy ground her teeth, silently cursing those horrible men and what they were doing to her. Her body sagged heavily forward, pulling against Big John's restraining arms. She moaned, feeling him tug-ging out of her shitter. Her overloaded brain exploded again and again as she felt the greasy outsliding prick pause for a second, then con-tinue its trip backward.
She wanted that prick in her until her cunt stopped its awful fluttering. But Big John had grown tired of her quickly. He kept on sliding out, bracing his hands on either side of her ass for support. Kathy straightened her arms as best as she could, her toes curling against the cold floor. She had never felt so deserted, so degraded in all her life. They had bound her savagely, had tortured her, then fucked her in the mouth and in the ass. There had been no mercy shown her.
A bubble of air escaped from her cunt. Big John's cum oozed from her stretched asshole as his wide flaring prickhead popped free of the tight muscled ass-ring. She shivered, clos-ing her eyes in defeat. What a horrible thing she had been forced to endure.
"Take the slut back to her sister," Jack ordered, pulling his zipper up.
"Yeah, we been busy with her too," Frank said, winking at Kathy.
Jan! She had nearly forgotten her sister. How could she have been thinking solely of herself while her sister might be suffering even more than she? Her mind lifted from its pre-sent plight to her sister. Patiently Kathy waited as Jack unscrewed the collar of the iron mask around her head, pulling it slowly from her neck. Next came the ropes binding her wrists and ankles together and to those rods separating her legs. When they pulled her upright, the girl flinched, her muscles now unused to a normal standing position. She asked for something to cover herself with. But of course the men only laughed at her request, slapping her thighs, then shoving her roughly across the room to one door at the far end.
"Your sister wasn't too cooperative," Jack said, walking closely behind her. "She put on one hell of a fight-more of one than you did."
"Yeah, but Jack took care of her. He didn't disappear just for a beer. He can fuck a girl and get back real soon. That's ol' Jack," Frank said with obvious admiration in his voice.
Fuck? How long had Frank been gone from that awful room? Had he . . . had he fucked his sister? They walked back down that long corridor to the room where she and Jan had been imprisoned.
"Inside!" Jack ordered.
The door opened with a heavy creak and Jack pushed her inside. The lights were on now, revealing a drab stone room with a slimy flagstone floor. At first Kathy couldn't see her sister. Perhaps they had taken her to another room and were visiting the same kind of torments on her as she had suffered. Then her eyes raised, and she saw her sister bound in the most grotesque position!
"Jan!"
Jan was standing directly under a pulley attached with double bolts to the ceiling. She had been stripped naked, the long red marks on her arms and thighs revealing she had put up quite a fight.
"You like what you see?" Jack asked.
"It's . . . awful!"
Kathy wrinkled up her forehead, feeling her heart contract in fear and sympathy for her sister. A broad band around her right wrist was fastened to the pulley rope. It had been tightened until the strapped teen stood on her toes. Jan looked back at her sister with terror in her eyes. However, she managed a weak smile.
"Now, for you to make sure you don't have any ideas about freeing your sister . ." Jack said, grinning at his friends."
Jack wasted no time in backing Kathy against the wall, locking a metal collar, which had been screwed into the stones, tightly about her neck. Kathy couldn't take one step for-ward. This was worse than being bound hand and foot, worse than having that iron hood screwed about her neck. She had to stand there with her spine straight and facing her punished sister as she wobbled on her toes.
"She tried clawin' my damned face off," Jack said, scratching his stubbly. chin, then pushing a shock of his long black hair from his eyes. "I don't cotton to no bitch fightin' back like that. So I thought I'd rope the little fucker."
"Ohhh, Kathy. . ." Jan moaned.
"Scream," Kathy said. "I think it helps. Please, Jan."
The brunette tossed her head angrily. Even this small movement made her nude body start turning on the rope. With a good deal of effort Jan stopped her twisting about and the resulting painful body movement. Jack moved around to a small winch to one side and started turning it. There were groans and squeaks, sounds that reminded Kathy of that horrid rack on which she was stretched, branded and fucked. She shivered at the memory, her cunt muscles convulsing and buckling down on thin air. Kathy hoped no one would notice her reac-tion. No one did.
Jan's bones cracked from the weight of her own dangling body. Kathy watched in shocked fascination as the bound girl rose higher and higher on her toes. Slowly she was raised above the floor, suspended by that one wrist, Kathy thought she could see her sister's fingers turning blue from the tension of the restraint hauling her up off the floor.
"Oh, don't . . . don't do this to my sister," Kathy pleaded, her forehead wrinkled with concern.
"So, you've got other feelings, eh, baby?
You don't think about fuckin' all the time?"
"Please!"
"I'll leave this cunt hangin' here all fuckin' night if I want," Jack insisted, giving the winch another hard crank.
"Please, not all night!" Kathy pleaded.
Kathy looked up again. In a moment she understood why the wristband was broad. Rope would have cut the skin and completely cut the circulation. The wide leather would carry the weight of her sister without perma-nent injury, but with a good deal of pain.
"Uhhhh. . ."
Jack secured the winch, then attached and anklet tightly around Jan's right ankle, secur-ing a matching one around the girl's left wrist. Laughing quietly, he raised, then bent back the young victim's leg, fastening the two bands together with a single link.
"Uhhh. . . you're. . . oh God, it's hurt-ing me so much!" Jan complained, her red face pinched with discomfort.
"Please, don't do that to her!" Kathy cried, putting both hands together in prayer fashion and turning to Frank.
"You wanna be in her place?"
His answer silenced the blonde. Biting her lip, she watched now quietly as her sister hung from her one wrist. Her other hand and its op-posite ankle were joined at mid-back. Her left foot hung down uselessly, completely without any support. Jan groaned again, her teeth set tightly against one another in a hellish grin of pain.
"Oh, no more, no more!" Jan groaned as Jack produced a cone of wood.
"Yeah, man, that's just about all she can take right now," Big John said.
It had broad base tapering to a rounded point about two inches in diameter. Bending down, he shoved it under the naked foot that remained the only part of the hanging girl not bound with something. The cone was high enough so the foot could find a resting place on its rounded point when Jan needed to. Kathy saw that to put any real weight on the triangle might well be more painful than to hang by the wrist without any support. It was a terrible choice her sister would have to make.
"Not bad," Frank said, folding his arms over his broad chest and studying his buddy's handiwork.
"Yeah, this ought to keep the little bitch in order. She'll be a lot better to manage once she gets used to this," Jack said.
"I'll fuck her ass too. Gonna fuck ass, baby, just really fuck your ass red when you come down from there," Big John said, laughing cruelly at the wincing brunette teen.
"Gonna leave you for a while, baby. You both can have a while together. Girl talk and all that shit. We'll be back when you've had a chance to get used to your. . . uh, new posi-tions."
In a second they were gone. The door closed with a dull thud, the bolt shooting home with a chilling shot-like sound. The suspended teen turned slowly on her rope. Gradually Jan slowed until she hung facing her sister.
It was so horrible. Kathy looked at the awkwardly bent-over figure with growing anguish. Her sister, her own flesh and blood `was being tormented this way right in front of her. Kathy lowered her eyes, not being able to watch the girl crying like that. Tears fell from jan's cheeks, dribbling down onto her chin as the pain became more and more intense in her arms and legs.
"Uhhh. . . oh, Kathy, it hurts. . . uhhhhh hurts so much!"
Kathy tore at her chains. It was a simple ex-pression of her frustration without hope. She wanted to rush to her sister and pull her down. But she couldn't even move one inch from the cold wall behind her.
"How . . . how bad does it hurt, Jan?" Kathy finally managed to stammer.
"Uhhh . . . I don't know," Jan answered after some time passed. "My shoulder and hand feel like they're burning. When are they going to cut me down? You think they're gon-na leave me here like this all night?" Jan groaned, her head shaking violently from side to side, her long brown hair splashing over her pulled-flat tits. "I don't think I can stand it all night!"
You can stand it, Kathy thought to herself, remembering how she had thought she would die when the men had fucked and beat her. She had survived even when she thought her body was going to split in two. The pain and the ter-ror had produced a kind of callousness in her in spite of some compassion she felt for her tortured sister. She knew Jan would survive this and would perhaps even secretly revel in her helplessness and pain later on.
Minutes turned into hours. Still Jack and his buddies hadn't returned. Jan groaned more loudly, no longer able to talk. Kathy's heart broke with pity. She began screaming for help. In a moment the door opened and Jack step-ped into the room, Frank and Big John behind him.
"What the fuck's goin' on in here? The wall fallin' in or somethin'?"
"You can't leave her like that. Please', oh please let her down!"
Jack smiled and shook his head.
"Sure, but at a price," he said, narrowing his eyes. Kathy knew the price would be high.