Chapter 7
Jack moved to the winch, unlocking it and slowly turning the handle in a counter-clockwise movement. The gears groaned. Jan slowly descended to the floor. In a moment she was sitting in a twisted position on the floor. Her arms and legs were still bound and held in that grotesque position while her face reflected the agony throbbing through her body. Tears streamed down her face.
"Maybe we should call Big John in here to ass-fuck this one. That'd take care of her for a while. She'd be dreamin' about that cock up her shitter for the next few months," Jack laughed.
"No, no!"
"That's really, noble, bitch. Worryin' about your sister like that," Frank said, scratching his balls as he stared at the brunette on the floor.
"Come on, let's show the little bitch what her sister had to put up with," Jack said after a pause, nudging his buddy with one hand.
"Yeah . .
"No, no!"
Kathy watched dumbly as they freed her from the leather collar, dragging her pro-testing from the wall to the pulley above her sister. Jack kicked the moaning Jan hard in the ribs, his booted toe bruising her flesh as she rolled onto her belly. Jan shook the hair from her eyes, twisting her head around to watch as the men grabbed her right wrist and tightly buckled the broad leather wristlet on it. They shoved her forward until her head was directly under the pulley. Jack was back at the winch, turning the handle around and around until her arm was stretched so high she was standing on her toes. Frank was moving behind her now, jerking her left foot up, then grabbing her other hand and fastening the two together.
Kathy grimaced, a cramping pain starting in her hamstrings and throbbing through to her thighs and belly. She let out a gaspy sigh of pain. It was a degrading pose they had trussed her in. A second later her toes left the floor, her wrist and shoulder feeling as though they would be torn from their sockets. Jan sobbed out for mercy, Kathy slowly twisting slowly like a condemned prisoner on the gallows. Kathy cried with pain and shock. She looked down and saw that cone shoved in position. With some effort her foot found it. The blonde teen tried to ease her weight and the resulting pain pulsing through her shoulders. But no matter how she moved her foot around, the pain soon became too great to stand. In the end her foot fell away, dangling to one side.
No one said a word. Kathy wanted to keep her face looking somewhat composed and her voice unbroken. Jan seemed too a shamed to say a word. Silently Jan blinked away the tears, shaking the hair trom her eyes and still watching her sister twisting there before her.
"Should leave the bitch here all night. That'd be a lesson for turnin' on every time we fuck the shit out of her," Frank said, reaching up and rubbing the backs of his fingers over her nipples.
Kathy let out another cry, snapping her head back and clenching shut her eyes. The touch of the man's hairy fingers against her tit nubs sent conflicting sensations of chilly heat rushing into her cunt.
"Man, she's hot even now. Too bad we can't fuck her like that," Jack said, scratching his chin thoughtfully as he watched her juice seeping down her thighs.
"You know, your sister's so hot she nearly fried our dicks!" Frank said to Jan.
Jan turned her head away, blushing furiously.
"She ain't like you, kickin' and bitin' and scratchin' to keep her cunt clean. Man, she drops down to the floor and kicks `em high when she sees a guy unzippin'," Frank added, laughing cruelly at his poor joke.
Kathy ignored the taunts, concentrating on the pulling agony growing worse and worse. She thought they might really leave her hang-ing there in the cellar until her arms pulled from their sockets. Compared to what they'd done to her before, that would be in character.
Minutes passed as the men swatted her light-ly on the asscheeks, feeling her pussy, pinching her ass, even jamming a finger or two into her shitter and watching her face grow slack with the invasion. Jan kept shaking her head, say-ing words of soft encouragement while her sister dangled there helplessly in front of her tormentors.
"Haul her down."
Jack's order was followed quickly. Just as Kathy's moans had finally turned to animal cries of pain, Frank unlocked the winch and slowly lowered her to the floor. Jan sighed, dropping her head. Kathy let out a little scream as she fell to the floor, her arms and legs still roped together in that awful position.
"Man, I'm hot for that little brunette bitch. Come on, man, can't we fuck `er?" Frank said, scratching the big bulge in the front of his pants.
"No, don't touch me, you . . . you filthy things . . . don't touch me!" Jan screamed, rolling back on her ass and crawfishing away from them as best she could. But having one foot tied back to her wrist made it difficult for the girl to move in any direction. Her awkward sliding made the guys laugh again. But the smile faded quickly from Frank as he watched her cunt open and close like a set of feathery soft clam shells every time she moved.
"She don't like you, Frank. Best way to take care of her is break `er in . . . kinda like the way we broke in the blonde bitch, under-stand?" Jack said.
Kathy felt a chill of horror race up and down her spine. In a flash she remembered the rack. She remembered the cold splintery wood, the touch of the ropes, of the leather thongs holding her ankles and wrists down tight. And then there was that stretching, that awful pulling that nearly pulled her bones from their sockets. All the while Jack had molested her, touched her where no man had ever touched her before. That awful poker! Even now, she shivered as she remembered feeling it ripping through her cherry. Then there was all that heat, the terrible warmth that singed her hairs, burned her flesh. Would her sister have to endure the same thing?
It appeared she would not-she would have to endure other terrors. Jack and Frank let the girl keep crawling back while they pulled out a terrible-looking device from the wall. It was a stand, having a broad square base with a four-foot chrome pole sticking up from the center. Attached to the top of this pole was something that looked like a prick! It was at least eight in-ches long and maybe one and one-half inches thick. A pasty white color, the thing reminded Kathy of the massive cocks hanging from Frank's and Jack's crotches. Blinking the tears from her eyes once more, the blonde teen saw there were stirrup-like holders at the bottom of the pole, small thongs dangling from the edges. In a flash the girl had an idea of what the men were going to do to her sister. She would be raped as Kathy had been-by an in-animate prick, by a hard iron pole that would tear away her cherry.
"No, no, leave me alone, leave me . . . alone!" Jan screamed.
Jack and Frank scooped her up from the floor, hauling her roped, twisting body over to the awful-looking device. Kathy's cries mixed with those of her sister as the men paused in front of the thing. The brunette's eyes widened as she rolled them down and took in the terri-ble cock sticking up in front of her. Her tits flattened against her chest as she arched her spine back, screaming and twisting while try-ing to kick her legs back against Jack.
"Let's get her legs free on this thing now," Jack suggested. -
Frank grunted, holding Jan tightly while Jack untied her wrists and ankles, moving quickly to bind her hands together while leav-ing her legs free. Jan snapped her head from left to right, her long hair whipping over her face, then tangling around her throat. Her muscles and tendons bulged against her flesh as Frank slipped his right arm around her left leg, gripping her hard around the left thigh with his other hand. Jack steadied her other leg, pushing his head back as the girl frantical-ly clawed her bound hands against his chest. They were lifting her again, moving her cunt over the big fat prong sticking up from the stand. Kathy watched in mute horror, her arms tensing against her own bonds while Frank laughed hard at the screaming brunette above him.
"No, no, no!" Jan screamed at the top of her lungs. "You can't . . . oh, Kathy, help me, help. . . oh God, they're gonna do it! They're gonna. . . ughghhghhhh!".
Frank and Jack lowered the screeching girl slowly onto the artificial prick, spreading her legs wide apart as if she were a wishbone. They paused every few every few seconds and asked if she wanted to have somethjng in her cunt now. A cock. A nice thick, hot cock seconds, letting the girl drink in every inch of her horror and pain. Jan straightened her spine, her teeth chattering at the first touch of that latex cock. Then Frank bent his knees, pushing the girl down onto the big dildo.
Kathy felt her cuntlips start to quiver against one another. As horrid as it sounded, the girl envied her sister somewhat. In spite of all the torment, Kathy squeezing into her pussy, spreading her itchy cunt walls apart while a man held her pinned to the floor. Yes, it would feel so good. And there was her sister, having two men holding her, their hands roaming over her body. And she was being settled over that long, fat cock. What would it feel like having the long steel pole rodding her body? How much could she take before that thing hit bottom?
"Eaghghghghghhh!" Jan's shrill cry snap-ped Kathy back to the present.
Kathy watched as Jan's legs kicked out like those of a frog. Frank and Jack held her as tightly as they could. At least two inches of that dildo had already split the girl in two! Jan's head was all the way back, her ribs standing out distinctly against her flesh. Her tits heaved mightily while the veins stood out well from her throat. She was making strangl-ing, guttural sounds as they lucked her with that awful pole.
"Eaghghghhhhh!"
"Got it, man, I think I hit bottom-her fuckin' cherry," Frank said, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Yeah, come on, let's ram her down home now," Jack suggested.
"Noooooo!" Jan wailed.
Kathy watched as their arms tightened around her sister's legs and thighs. Jan was screaming loudly now, her face contorted in pain and fear. There was another moment's pause. And then Frank and Jack shoved the young teen down hard against the dildo. Kathy could almost feel that tearing sensation, that ripping feeling as the cherry snapped under all that pressure. Jan's cries shrilled past soprano, her body shaking mightily as they screwed her down two more inches onto the dildo
"Ohhhhhh . .
A pink froth coated the pole. The men held her firmly there for several moments, twisting her around a little, laughing softly as the girl cried out in pain.
"Man, she's into it, just like her sis," Jack said derisively.
"Let's fuck the bitch with this mother. Then maybe I can fuck her ass or somethin'," Frank suggested, tightening his grip once more on her leg.
"Oh God, what've you done to me?" Jan wailed, her eyes blinded with tears.
They started moving her up and down on that big pole. Every time they lowered Jan, her spine curled back, her head snapping up. She stared out with wide, shocked yes, the blunt -nosed dildo fucking harder and deeper up her violated pussy. In a moment the flats of her feet were slapping against the stand. Kathy could see that nearly all the dildo was fucking up into her sister. The up and down movements became more and more rapid while Frank and Jack stopped their joking and concentrated on this grotesque fucking. Her sister was being split open, the dildo disap-pearing into her body with every downward thrust, her legs bending slightly at the knees when her feet slapped hard against the floor. And, all the while, how Kathy's clit burned!
She watched Jan, watched how the men split her body again and again with that dildo and wished she were riding high on that thing.
Kathy tried rubbing her thighs together in her awkward bound position to take care of her itchy clit. But the ropes and leather cuffs prevented her from doing much. it was a kind of torment for her, watching this fucking and turning onto it. And nothing could be done to ease the pressure building between her white, shivery thighs.
Frank and Jack were growing tired of ihe game. Their fucking slowed, then finally slop-ped. Jan's head rolled forward, her breathing shallow and gaspy. Had Jan turned onto this fucking? Kathy cocked her head to one side, pricking her ears, trying to catch a moan, a sigh. But the men started laughing and talking, blocking out the sounds her sister was making.
"She's had enough of this shit. How about some of the real stuff?" Frank suggested.
"Get `er."
The fucking was fast and brutal. Still keep-ing her hands tied behind her back, Frank lifted her off the dildo himself, carrying her to a small mat near the wall and throwing her down hard. Jan let out a groan, her eyes open-ing just in time to see Frank drop his pants and expose his long, cherry-red cock.
"Oh!" Jan gasped.
Kathy watched with interest as the man threw himself onto her sister, kissing her brutally, sucking hard at her neck while his knees pushed forward against Jan's. The girl screamed out against her attack, shifting her shoulders against the floor while kicking her legs out. But there could be no help for her. In a moment Frank was moaning, telling his bud-dies about how hot and wet and tight she was inside as he fucked her full of his prick.
"Man, oh man, she's goin' for it. I can feel `er cunt grabbin' up my cock," Frank moaned against the side of her neck.
Kathy was going crazy, feeling dizzy as the hot itchiness around her pussy was getting more and more intense. She could hardly think straight. She rested there helpless, watching that stud ream out her sister. And oh how she wanted to feel something spreading her pussy-lips apart, a hard prick fucking her!
Frank let out a bestial grunt, his body shak-ing as if he were having an epileptic fit. He was cumming, shooting his load into Jan. Kathy heard the girl groaning, then crying out. It was a greedy cry, the same kind of shout Kathy had made when Jack had fucked her. Yes, they were sisters allright. They were cut from the same cloth. They could protest and cry against their tormentors, but when it came to the bot-tom line, both of them were excited when their pussies were fucked good and hard.
"I been watchin' you watchin' your sister. Seems you dig it. Hey, Frank, you got enough in you to take care of this little slut too?" Jack called, nudging Kathy with one foot.
"Man, this little shit drained me. I could feel her pussy milkin' at my dick even before I shoved it all the way in. She's a real slut, man," Frank said, still on top of the groaning brunette.
"Gotta take care of you myself, then," Jack said, a smile crossing his thin lips.
Kathy waited in fearful and yet eager an-ticipation for the fuck. She watched as he bent down, unbuckling the cuffs holding her arm and leg together. In a moment she was free, flat on her back, the cold floor biting her ass and shoulders.
"Hey, man, what the fuck's goin' on in here? Fuck, you could hear the screams all the way down the fuckin' hall."
It was Big John, his cock sticking straight out of his halved pants. Jack's lips twisted into an even broader smile. Kathy looked up and immediately her shitter clamped shut. She remembered the fucking, the horrid feeling of her asshole about to tear as that big-pricked stud had reamed out her shitter.
"Come on, man, Frank's taken care of that bitch over there. How about fuckin' this one in the pussy while I take care of her butt?" Jack said. "Yeahhhh . . ."
Kathy couldn't even speak, her excitement and fear were so great. She rested there dumbly as the men stripped, then wedged themselves down on either side of her body. Big John rolled on top of her first while Jack edged up behind. She moaned, her chest tightening, her throat growing hot and dry as she felt the two cocks probing their way over her body. She felt Big John's prick pushing its way into her silky-haired crotch. Pushing up with her hips, Kathy felt him jabbing his fat-headed cock against her cuntlips. They were clenched tightly together, muscles cramping with excitement. The crack where her pussylips met was seeping with frothy bubbles of pussy oil. Big John opened her legs with his knees. He bit her neck, then moved his head around until his lips glued onto hers. She moaned into his spitty mouth, feeling his tongue spearing into her throat. Bubbles of spit trickled down her cheeks and chin as that prickhead rubbed back and forth against her jagged pussy crack.
In a second she felt Big John's prick jabbing her fat cuntlips apart. The swollen pussylips unstuck and were peeled back by the force of that red, bulbous cockhead. Kathy sucked in her breath as she felt that thick hunk of prick fuck into her cunt. Her pussy tingled and itch-ed along its full length, the seepy walls buckl-ing around the invading prick. How good it felt, those pink, wet tissues wiggling together. Inch by inch, they were forced aside as Big John stretched them with his wide cockshaft.
"Go for it, bitch, just like your sister over there," Jack moaned in one ear. "Uhhhhh . .
Kathy's moan sent chills over the men's bodies and made their cocks throb. How tight-ly her cunt fitted around the broad, hairy base of Big John's cock. Just as he'd fucked her in the ass, the stud fucked his prick all the way in-to her. Inside her pussy, Kathy felt those sen-sitive, slippery tissues stretching apart to take in the throbbing ten inches of Big John's cockshaft.
"You're . . . you're killing . . . ohhh . . ohhhh . . ."
It was a lie. Kathy knew no one was killing anyone-at least yet. How she loved it! How her cunt gobbled up that cockmeat in spite of. herself. How much more of this could she en-dure? Smiling inwardly, Kathy thought she knew the answer.