Chapter 10
Jack slammed Kathy against the wall once more, watching with obvious sadistic delight as her body bounced against the hard wall. More than once, Jan tried scrambling to her feet, begging the men to let her sister go. Again Frank hit her, striking her the second time across the jaw and sending her half-conscious to the floor.
Jack was lashing the whip against her naked soles now, sending shocks of incredible pain up her knotting legs. Kathy kicked out fran-tically, trying to avoid the whistling weapon.
He stopped. Kathy managed to ease her feet down, feeling the stretching even more along her arm muscles. Jan was sobbing quietly below her, hiding her face in both hands. Jack moved around, stepping back, then jerking his arm up in the air. There was that horrid whistl-ing sound, a sound that made Kathy squeal with terror. Again the whip bit into her flesh, stinging the backs of her knees. There were times when the lash nipped at her ass, redden-ing her already-injured asscheeks.
"Stop.. . ohooowowwwww!" Kathy yelled. Her ass caught fire. Kathy thought she could feel the skin splitting. Her asscheeks heated, reddening to a bright scarlet. The blazing agony of her plump ass being beaten that way radiated to her cunt. To her surprise, the girl felt her pussy muscles tightening again, fuck juice seeping from her cunt. Surely she was a nympho. What else could explain the arousal she was feeling while Jack whipped her to within an inch of her life?
The big stud concentrated on beating her ass. But none of her exposed flesh was safe. Kathy clenched her asscheeks together until they ached from the tension. She was trying to protect her asshole. Jack beat her farther up, whipping the flesh of her shoulders.
Kathy wanted to faint. She felt the whip stripes on her lower back hurting her terribly. Kathy thought about her sister, about the way they had stimulated one another on the bicycles. The whip came down between her asscheeks, the end pulling and yanking her shitter into an oblong shape. It was as if some-one had fucked her ass with a hot poker. Kathy's knees jerked up again, her arms pull-ing and tugging at the restraining ropes. She bounced and jiggled on the line while scream after scream tore from her throat.
Again and again Jack drew the whip over her asshole, the leather stinging the moist, slick lining of her bowels. At one point Kathy thought he had yanked out her guts. She screamed again, her voice shrilling madly. The incredible pain of the torture blasted up her spine to her brain. She jerked and twitched convulsively, the top of her cunt mound so hot she thought her pussy hair would catch fire. A flood of fuck juice oozed from her cunt.
Jack laughed loudly behind her. He stopped the whipping long enough to jab one end of the whip into the tender strip of flesh separating her cunt from her asshole. Kathy screamed again, her eyes blinking wide open as she shoved her ass back. She was trying to get away from that blunt thing pushing at her. The tip of the whip went roughly into her cunt, forcing the wet hot flesh open.
The clenching of her cunt muscles around the weapon made the girl nearly lose her breath. She gasped aloud, grabbing at the line above her head, feeling her pussy go back into tremors of need.
"Boy, you're ready for a roddin' again. This bitch's got a bottomless pit for a cunt," Jack murmured.
Jack ripped the whip away from the grasp of her pussy. Kathy's feet jerked up involuntari-ly, nearly hitting his balls. Jack moved around, jamming the whip against the girl's shitter. The abused ring of her rubbery asshole felt as if it were being driven up into her belly. Kathy arched her spine, kicking out at the madman, feeling as if her body were going to tear in half.
He was dry fucking her, pressing the handle of the whip against her shitter but now shoving it all the way in. A strange fire was starting up in her ass. She thought of Big John, of the way he had fucked her in the ass. Her mind whirled around like a fiery hurricane as her hips shot back, offering more ass to him.
"Like that, eh?" Jack yanked the whip out of her asshole with a fast jerk.
Kathy felt as if her body were twisted inside out with that move. She had a twisted, lusty feeling in and around her asshole which inflamed her cunt even more.
"Cut her down," Jack ordered.
She felt the rope vibrating above her, mak-ing her arms spasm. Frank was unlocking the winch, slowly turning it. Kathy could feel her body lowering to the floor. Her toes, then the soles of her bare feet brushed against the cold floor. In a moment the pulling pressure on her arm muscles and shoulders was gone. She moaned, swaying from side to side, in danger of losing her balance. Gritting her teeth together, she fought the desire to faint. Jack moved around and untied her wrists, pushing the hair from her eyes and smiling cruelly at her.
"You can take a lot . . . a helluva lot more than most. We're gonna put you and your slut-ty sister through your paces even more," Jack told her.
Kathy had no desire to ask what they were going to do. Frank had pushed Jan to a stan-ding position. Looking warily at Kathy, the brunette hung her head down low, shuffling past the blonde back toward the corridor. Both girls marched sullenly back to the room, not even jumping when Jack kicked the heavy iron door shut with a threatening boom.
"I don't feel anything, Jan," Kathy said in a deadened voice. "I mean, I don't feel guilt or anything like that. I just want them to . . . to fuck me, that's all."
"I . . . know. It's horrible, but I feel the same thing," Jan admitted.
The two girls stared mutely at one another. How far they had come. Kathy hugged her naked body, squatting on the floor, shaking strands of loose blonde hair from her face. Jan knelt nearby, leaning against her sister while humming some nondescript tune. Kathy smil-ed. Even if they were returned to their parents, Kathy knew things would never be the same. Her burning ass told her that. The fire smoldering in her pussy told her that.
More time passed. Was it day or night? Kathy had no idea. Moreover, she simply didn't care. Squatting there in the middle of the damp room, she hugged herself even more closely. She was in her own private world, a world of sensation and delight. She thought of Jack and felt a tremor of excitement pass through her cunt. Yes, it was a vile, awful thought, and yet the girl couldn't help herself.
The door opened again, Jack standing there alone with his hands on his hips. Like two well-programmed robots, Jan and Kathy wheeled around, their faces upturned like two slaves waiting orders.
"That's the way I like having my girls," he said, smirking down at them. "You, blondie what's your fuckin' name?"
"Kathy," she said, her voice a tremor.
"And yours?"
"Jan."
"Funny," he said, scratching his beard. "Never knew your names till now. Don't mat-ter much, anyways. You, Kathy, slide on over there." Jack pointed a finger to one corner of the wall.
Kathy twisted her head around and saw four iron loops, two near the floor, two some five feet higher, both attached firmly to the wall. Obediently the girl scooted back, feeling the cold wall caressing her warm assflesh. Jan stayed where she was, her body shaking.
"You, Jan, come on over and help me out. You know how to work these things?" Jack said, scratching a nail against one of the rings. Rolling her eyes up, Kathy saw they opened at the center.
"Y-y-yes."
"Good, then open them up. Kathy, you put your hands through the lower rings."
More restraints! Stretching her aching arms above her head, Kathy placed her sore wrists in the iron rings, feeling them clamp tightly around her flesh. Jan had locked her in!
"Up with the legs," Jack said.
When she was too slow, Jack kicked her knees, sliding both hands under her calves and jerking her feet high in the air. He put one against his shoulder, bending the other back until her ankle was high above her head. Kathy groaned, the weight of her body now squarely resting on her shoulders which were pressed hard against the floor.' Her toes scraped the wall. Jack was looping the iron ring around her ankle, fastening it. He did the same thing with the other ankle. In a moment the girl was on the floor, her legs bent up and back, her toes pressed against the wall behind her. Her cunt and asshole were completely exposed.
"That's better. Okay, now you come here," Jack said to Jan, crooking a finger.
Keeping her gaze lowered to the floor, the young brunette shuffled behind him. Jack took out a broad leather collar, affixing it to the girl's throat so tightly that Jan wriggled' her head from side to side, opening her mouth and making choking sounds. Jack adjusted it slightly, making sure it wasn't too comfortable for the girl.
Kathy peered through her splayed legs, wat-ching as the big stud attached a chain to a metal ring on the back of that collar. He forc-ed Jan down to her hands and legs like a dog.
"Come on, baby, come on and eat your sister's pussy."
"Oh no, don't, stop this! Don't make her do something like that!" Kathy begged.
"I said move!" Jack roared.
Jack tugged hard at the leash, the iron chain snapping against Jan's face. The girl groaned, jerking back, then finally moving forward, her knees sliding on the floor. Kathy squirmed her ass in the air, feeling the fire still there ignited by Jack's brutal whipping. Yes, she wanted satisfaction, relief from the throbbing beat of her excited clit. But her sister? No, that was too vile, even for these sadists! But what could she do? Kathy looked over her high-riding tits. She could see the long red whip stripes on her inner thighs, and could even better feel them on her ass. Jan pulled back reluctantly at the chain again, twisting her head away from the drooling pussy in front of her.
"You wanna get out of this place, you're gonna bury your face in that cunt, under-stand?"
Jan blinked away her tears, nodding her head up and down. She approached reluctant-ly, her head even with Kathy's pussy.
"Oh no, Jan, no, this can't be happening to us . . . it just can't be!"
``Eat it!''
With another sob, Jan dropped her face in the blonde's cunt, thus beginning the final leg of their journey through degradation and sadism.