Chapter 1
Tanya was hanging the last of her husband's shirts on the clothesline in the back yard when she heard the noise behind her. Before she could turn to see who it was, a pair of arms circled her middle and squeezed so hard that the air rushed from her lungs. She didn't even have a chance to struggle as she was lifted off her feet, but she did catch a glimpse of her attacker's hands. She saw long nails painted a garish shade of red, and cheap, sparkling rings and bracelets. It shocked her that the person attacking her was a woman.
Suddenly another woman stepped in front of her, a woman Tanya recognized. She tied one of Tanya's wrists to the clothesline before the frightened brunette knew what was happening. Tanya tried to pull her other hand back, but the woman in front of her grabbed her wrist and squeezed until the young housewife was sure her bones would shatter. When the woman tied her other hand, Tanya was almost relieved just to have the terrible pressure gone. A moment later the savaging bear hug was gone too, and her other attacker stepped in front of her. Tanya recognized her, too. Both of these women were new neighbors of hers, the women who lived on either side of the house where Tanya and her husband had just moved.
The one who had grabbed Tanya around her waist was a tall, stacked blonde named Susan. The other one was a big, dark-haired girl named Diane. But it was the way that they were dressed that made Tanya gasp with shock. They were wearing the tiniest, tightest bikinis Tanya had ever seen.
"What . . . what's going on?" she asked, trying to keep the fear from her voice.
Frightened as she was the pretty young housewife couldn't keep from admiring the women's bodies.
Susan was one of the most beautiful woman Tanya had ever seen, almost six feet talI, with Nordic good looks, straight blonde hair and cold gray eyes. She had big tits, a narrow waist and long, perfect legs. She also had more muscles than most men. Tanya found herself almost hypnotized at the sight of Susan's powerful, sexy body, and the big blonde smiled and flexed her muscles when she caught the captive housewife's gaze on her. Diane was almost as tall as Susan, but her hair was a shiny black color and her eyes were almost as dark. Her skin was pale though, almost white and flawless. She didn't have the bodybuilder physique of Susan, but she did have big tits and a powerful-looking body.
"You sweet bitch," Susan whispered, reaching out to the captive housewife. "You sweet little piece of ass. You're just the kind of bitch who makes me wish l had a cock."
"Look, have l done something to make you mad?" Tanya couldn't keep her voice from trembling now. These two women terrified her. "I know that l haven't been able to really say hello, but things have been so hectic, and now with John out of town . .
As soon as she'd said the words, Tanya knew she'd made a mistake. Susan and Diane exchanged smiles, and then both stepped in toward her. Tanya screamed when each o them took a tit in one hand.
"Stop that fucking noise!" Susan shouted. She closed her hand into a tight fist around Tanya's left tit, bringing a screech of anguish from the dark-haired girl's lips. "Look, honey, we are going to be doing all kinds of shit to you for a while, and when our husbands get home from work they're going to want to do some shit, too. They might even bring some buddies over, if they're in the right mood. And let me tell you something right now, bitch-the more of that squawking you do, the more you're going to get hurt."
"And it's so much fun to hurt you," Diane added, twisting Tanya's right tit brutally.
Tanya tried not to cry out, but she, couldn't keep from moaning at the terrible pain the two women were causing her. She couldn't believe that they meant what they said, that they were actually going to have sex with her.
Probably John had let slip to one of them that her family had a lot of money, and either they were going to kidnap her for ransom or, more probably, try to scare her into giving them money to leave her alone. It was such a trashy neighborhood!
"Please!" she whimpered, trying to cringe back from the painful ministrations of the two women. "When l married John and moved here, my parents cut me off. I can't get you any money. I really can't!"
"Money?" Diane roared, and then began to laugh. "Shit, sweet checks, the only money we want is maybe a roll of quarters to shove up your pretty ass."
With that, she grabbed the collar of the pretty pink sweater Tanya was wearing and ripped it down the front.
An instant later, Susan dug her fingers into the tight waistband of Tanya's slacks and tore them down her legs. In a moment, Tanya was standing in her back yard in just her bra, panties and leather thongs. She looked around wildly, half hoping that there was someone seeing the terrible attack who might help her, half terrified that someone she didn't know would see her almost naked and tied to a clothesline.
Susan and Diane backed away from Tanya for a moment to take a look at her body. Diane whistled in appreciation, and Tanya blushed a deep red. She knew that she was beautifuI, but she'd never let strangers look at her this way before. Even when she made love to John, the only man who had ever seen her naked, it was always with the lights off. This was terrible. She was hung up on the clothesline, to be inspected like some piece of meat.
"We knew you were a sexy little society slut," Susan said, her voice thick with an emotion that it took Tanya a moment to identify as lust.
"That's why we decided to have a little fun with you. But if I'd fucking known you were this sweet a piece of ass, I'd have dragged you out back the first night you moved in."
Tanya had always dressed modestly, not wanting men to chase her and not wanting other women to be jealous of her. Now she wished she'd tried even harder to hide her beauty. If she had, perhaps these horrible women wouldn't have targeted her for their perverse attentions.
The two women were leering at her openly now, obviously surprised at what they were seeing.
Tanya Rogers was more than just another pretty girl. She was extraordinarily beautiful. She had a dark tumble of curling, almost black hair that fell past her shoulders. Her eyes were a luminous blue that always seemed to catch the sparkle of the light. She had the high cheeks and long, straight nose of a fashion model. Her jaw was a little strong for her delicate face, but that only gave her beauty an exotic slant.
The beauty of her body was almost a match to that of her face. She had the sleek form of a thoroughbred racing horse, not an extra ounce of weight anywhere on her body. Her waist was so tiny that a man could have circled it with his hands. Her legs were long and thin and perfectly formed. Still, her tits were large, full and firm and pointy, and her ass was Lush and tight and perfectly rounded.
"Oh, you dirty, sneaky, whore!" Susan hissed. "I'm going to do things to you that you never even imagined. I'm going to make you scream in so many ways."
She struck like a snake, wrapping her hand around the front of Tanya's overstuffed bra and ripping down. The straps of the bra bit painfully into the beautiful housewife's skin, then snapped loose, Letting her full, high-set tits tumble free. Her fits didn't sag at all without the bra.
"We got a real catch here," Diane said, reaching in to tear the cringing beauty's panties away.
Tanya's nipples were dark, and her pussy thatch was darker. Nestled at the center of her kinky pussy hair, the dark pink lips of her pussy were barely visible. She pressed her silky thighs tightly together and twisted her body to the side, trying to hide as much of her body as she could from the lusting stared of the two girls. The realization hit her that she was standing stark naked in her back yard, her hands tied above her head to the clothesline, and she blushed even more deeply with shame. "White trash!" she shrieked. "Dirty white trash sluts! You don't have any right to do this to me."
AII her life her mother had warned her about people like this, poor people who dropped out of school young, had kids while they were teenagers, then spent the rest of their Iives stealing and sponging off society. When she'd gotten older her mother had told her about how they would rape and beat and murder hard-working people, and now the horrible thought occurred to Tanya that Susan and Diane might kill her after they were through doing whatever perverse things they had in mind.
"You lousy, stuck-up bitch!" Susan screamed, her eyes blazing with anger. "You stupid, high-class whore! I'II show you what being white trash is all about, sweet cheeks!" She swung her hand in a wide, vicious arch, and when her palm hit Tanya's right
tit, the beautiful housewife's legs buckled beneath her. Before she could recover from the burning pain, Susan backhanded her left tit, and this time Tanya's feet did slide out from under her. She fell and was pulled up short and hard by the clothesline.
New pain flooded down her arms from the rope that was cutting into her wrists. She tried to regain her balance, but Susan closed in, slapping her tits time after time, each blow harder than the last. The backhand blows were the worst, the cheap rings on Susan's hand cuttin into the soft silky flesh of Tanya's jutting tits.
Diane stepped in behind her and grabbed a pair of Tanya's nylons off the line. She ripped them at the crotch, tearing the legs apart, then bent down to tie the tortured beauty further. She bent Tanya's knees roughly, until her heels were flush against the backs of her shuddering, shapely thighs. She tied each leg in that position so that Tanya hung in the air from the clothesline. The miserable girl thought that the two evil women had turned her into just another piece of laundry hanging in the back yard to dry.
StilI Susan beat her. She slapped Tanya's face sometimes now, whipping her head from side to side with brutal blows. Tanya's tits already felt swollen and bruised from the terrible beating. Now she felt that she might pass out from the constant barrage of slaps Susan was raining down on her. When Susan stopped the slapping to squeeze Tanya's battered tits in her powerful hands, the tortured girl was almost relieved.
"Cut her down," Susan said as she crushed the sexy brunette's tits in her hands. She watched the girl's face intently, savoring the look of agony that creased her pretty features. "It's time to get down to business. Harry and Robert are going to be pretty pissed off if she isn't ready for some fucking by the time they get home from work."
When Diane cut the ropes that bit deeply into her wrists, Tanya realized she had never imagined how terrible pain could really be. Susan kept her savaging grips on Tanya's perfect, pointed tits as the ropes slipped free, and for an awful instant she was hung in the air by just those two handfuls of tender tit flesh.
And then Susan did something so awfuI, so unbelievably crueI, that Tanya thought she was going to go insane. She began to lift the squirming young beauty above her head. Tanya screamed, but she couldn't mouth words anymore. She prayed, but she couldn't form coherent thoughts with the burning agony knifing through her helpless body. She squirmed and twisted, but she couldn't escape the powerful hands of the evil blonde who was lifting her into the air.
Through tear-filled eyes she looked around, seeing the ground fall farther away beneath her as Susan hefted her high above her head. She could see Diane, Iaughing and rubbing her cunt through the thin cloth cover of her bikini bottom. She could see the pile of clothes that were still waiting to be hung, and the smaller pile of clothespins that sat next to them. And she could see Susan's sweating, smiling face, red from the strain of lifting her over her head, joyous with the power she had over her helpless victim.
When Susan had lifted the struggling housewife fully above her head, she held her there for a moment, then braced herself for one last effort. She lowered Tanya an inch or two, then hurled her away. She smiled as she watched the sexy little bitch tumble through the air, smiled wider when the titsy slut hit the ground.
"Shit, Susan, I never knew you were that strong," Diane said as the two of them closed on the moaning dark-haired girl. "Remind me never to fuck with you again." "Fuck, anybody could have picked her up. She only weighs about a hundred pounds." Susan broke stride to pick up a handful of clothespins. "That ought to teach the stuck-up little whore about white trash. She's going to have to learn that all that money and education don't count for shit around here. The only thing that matters for her now is how good she looks and how good she can fuck."