Chapter 7
"This one's too hysterical yet. Let's show her how to take something like this," Jed said, stirring the poker through the coals. He put it down, pacing back and forth while he waited for the iron to heat.
Jack peered down from time to time, staring at Kathy until the girl wept hysterically.
Letting out a cough, Jed slipped his hands around the handle of the poker. Raising the iron he examined the tip.
"Yeah, just right."
Annie watched, her eyes wide with terror as she saw him hoist the rod from the coals and examine it. She saw the disc was white. The rest of the poker was a kind of dull gray. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead as she struggled on the bench. Tiny splinters of wood dug into her naked ass. The janitors had gone mad! They were going to burn them.
Annie screamed along with Kathy, tugging her wrists until the ropes cut into her flesh. The bench moved under her, scraping against the floor. Her shrieks were deafening.
Jack took the poker from his employee and moved to the blonde teen.
"No, no, no!"
"Now, you'll be ours forever, baby. We're gonna have a good hold on you."
"No, no, oh please, don't do this! Oh Jesus in heaven, don't ... don't do this to me!"
"You'll take it. You've been good so far. No reason why you can't take this, right? You're a whore, and whores take everything," Jack explained.
"Jesus, my Jesus, no ... no ... don't!" Annie's eyes widened, the sight of the instrument of agony filling her eyes, burning into her brain. The thought of what was about to happen made her dizzy as she watched the big man lower the iron. The heat warmed her knees. He took his time positioning the bar.
"Aghghghhh!" Annie screamed, throwing her head back. The hot iron glowed red between her thighs, not yet touching. She beat her legs against the top of the bench, feeling the unrelenting heat. The young teen heard crackling sounds and knew he was burning her cuntal hairs. In a moment the bitter stench of burned hair rose to her nostrils.
Jack's hand trembled. His prick bulged against the front of his Levi's as he watched.
He brought the glowing disc down to her left thigh, letting it barely touch her flesh. Annie stiffened, her teeth grinding as she writhed against the strong bonds. A little sob moved past her lips as she watched him drag just the bottom of the disc along the line of her bulging tendon. The girl strained to be silent. She didn't want them to hear her shriek even though she wanted to scream her lungs out.
But she was losing control. The line of pain moved closer and closer to her cunt. With another whispering crackle the first few curly hairs on her pussylips burned. The pain was horrible, almost unbearable! Her body shivered as she felt agony sear through her. She felt as if someone had set fire to her pussy. Her breath finally went out. She sucked in a lungful of air, the let out a wild shriek. Jack had tipped the poker up and pressed the cooling disc against a spot on her upper right thigh.
"Eaghghghghghhhhh!"
Jack pulled the poker away.
Kathy screamed with her friend, jerking like a crazy woman against her bonds.
Jack threw the poker back on the coals. Jed picked up the iron and stirred it around again.
Annie had nearly passed out. She lay there, feeling the awful burn on her thigh throbbing like a toothache!
Kathy was shouting and crying. Jed was unimpressed, taking the poker and bringing it up to Kathy's forehead. The girl shut up immediately, her eyes focused on the great red disc hovering over her eyes. She feared, for an instant, he would blind her with the thing. In an instant he had it over her cuntal mound, touching it to the tips of her cuntal curls, laughing as he watched them blacken and curl.
Kathy jerked her head up, shouting and screaming.
"Jesus Christ, give the bitch somethin' to scream about," Jack said, frowning.
"Okay, man, here goes!"
Kathy's screams became gurgling shrieks as Jed dropped the poker to her thighs, then began dragging it up to her pussy. The young teen went wild, her thrashing moving the bench about the floor. When Jed finally upended the poker and burned the disc into her right thigh, Kathy arched her back and let out a powerful shriek before falling unconscious back to the bench. Jed shrugged, then threw the cooling rod back.
"Okay, bitch. That's enough for the day," Jack said to Annie, rubbing his palm over his Levi's. "I could fuck you for a couple more hours or so. But you gotta get back home."
Jack took the ropes from her ankles and wrists, jerking her into a sitting position. He took her chin in his hands and drew her face up against his.
"You know," he said, "this is only the beginning. If you tell anybody about this, we'll get back at you. I promise that," Jack said, winking.
Annie shivered, seeing the malice in his eyes. She had no doubt he would hurt her. He was doing that now, squeezing her chin so hard she felt a throbbing pain.
"Besides," he added, with a shrug, "we've got those photos. None of us are in 'em, but you sure are. We could pass those around school. Now, wouldn't that be real nice if your it friends saw you like that, especially the one with the wrenches hanging from your nipples? I like that one."
Annie shuddered. She would say nothing.
Annie clung heavily to Jack as he carried her back to that small, darkened room. Kathy too. There, in front of the shut door, Jed brought some of their clothes, then left. Annie had to help Kathy who seemed dazed.
Jed returned with more clothing and a bottle of cola.
"It's full. I don't think you wanna fuck with this for a while," Jed said, handing it Annie.
She took a long drink, then passed it to her friend. They finished dressing under the janitor's watching eyes, hearing once more Jack's warning before stumbling from the building.
They crossed the schoolyard slowly. The sun was already going down behind the San Gabriel Mountains and a chill was in the still air. It was still relatively early, Annie thought as she made her way homeward. They hadn't been in there that long, she thought. But how like an eternity it had seemed. All the kicking, beating, fucking, roping, and finally the branding! It seemed like some nightmare.
Kathy sobbed.
"You heard what they were going to do to us if we. said anything! Oh God, what are we going to do?" Kathy wailed, covering her face.
Annie stiffened, bristling at her friend's weakness.
"We can't sit around like old women. I'll think of someone. There's bound to be someone at school we can tell, who can advise us without worrying about Jack and Jed coming for us," the girl reasoned.
"I ... I just want to get home. Oh, I hope my mom isn't home yet. She'll never believe nothing happened when she sees this!" Kathy groaned, indicating her badly torn blouse.
"Me too. ... I mean, my mom. Let's hope for the best," Annie said honestly, helping her friend for a while, then parting from her on Colorado Blvd.
There were the lights on in the kitchen when Annie got home.
Creeping in, Annie called a greeting to her mother, then rushed up the stairs, hoping her mom wouldn't come out. Flinging herself into her bedroom, Annie leaned against the now-closed, now-locked door. She crumbled to the floor, sobbing wildly into her hands, pressing her tear-dampened palms to her face. Kathy was right-who on earth would believe them?
The ringing phone stirred Annie to her feet. She hesitated, her hand hanging limply at her side. She had to answer it. Her mother would wonder why she had let it ring. In any case, it was probably Kathy.
It was Jack, his voice thick and drunk. Annie swallowed hard as she sat on the edge of her bed. Would this never end?
"Listen up, baby. I ain't got much time. You and your little playmate got the day off tomorrow. But we want your butts down here three o'clock the next day, got it? We got some real nice things planned. You hear me, baby?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good. And remember who you belong to. Just check out the brand," Jack said, hanging up roughly.
Annie knew already who possessed her and she cried for it.
The following day, Annie tried to feign illness, hiding that dreadful burn on her thigh, but her mother insisted on examining her. Panicking, the young girl gave up the ruse and dressed, dreading a return to school.
Halfway through the day, she saw her friend sulking in the corridor, attracting stares with her spaced-out look. Annie hurried to her side, slipping one arm through hers and guiding her down toward the office.
"Kathy, we've got to tell someone about this. It's gonna drive us crazy," Annie insisted, hugging her friend.
"I ... I keep thinking about how they tied us up and raped us, and then ... then branded us," Kathy said with a shudder, looking nervously around to see if anyone had overheard her.
"That's why we've got to tell someone. It's gonna happen again unless we do something about it," Annie insisted.
"But, you heard them. They said they'd hurt us. And, besides, they've got all those pictures of you. They showed me them. Annie, you'd be ruined," Kathy said, tears in her eyes.
"I'll take the chance," Annie said bravely, steering Kathy toward the main office. "We'll talk to Miss Zimlich, our counselor. She'll know what to do."
There was no stopping Annie. She guided her friend in and asked for an immediate appointment. The office staff stared curiously as the two girls waited nervously outside the door. One of the secretaries finally indicated with a sharp nod that Miss Zimlich was ready to see them. Annie and Kathy rose, hesitated for a moment, then walked into the woman's office.
Miss Zimlich was a counselor with a degree in child psychology. But there was something in the way the woman moved and looked that reminded Annie of a fashion model. The two girls stood in front of her oak desk, Annie watching the woman working on some papers.
"I'll be with you in a moment, girls."
Tanya Zimlich was a tall woman with magnificent long black hair, now tightly coiled around her head as per dress code regulations.
Her eyes were an odd, tawny color that somehow gave her a forbidding appearance. She was frighteningly beautiful.
"Now then," she said, setting aside the papers, "is there some problem?"
Annie bit her lower lip, feeling her knees knock together. Haltingly, reddening to the roots of her hair, she began telling the dreadful story of how the janitor had raped her repeatedly, then tied her up and beat her, only to entrap her friend as well and fuck her. She ended, tears rolling down her face, with the telling of how Jed and Jack had roped them to a bench and branded them.
"This may seem odd, Annie, but I don't think you're making this up," she said, her voice oddly cold. "Still, it is very odd something like this could go on unnoticed. You have proof?"
Annie felt her face burn as she stepped forward and raised her dress to her waist, exposing the large burn mark on her flesh.
"Ugly," Tanya said, making a face. "And I suppose Kathy has the same?"
The girl nodded her head sharply up and down, reluctant to expose herself as had her friend.
"I want you girls to keep that appointment tomorrow," she began, holding up her hand when Annie began to protest. "Tell no one about this. I'll handle it in my own way. I don't want the scandal getting out and ruining the school. I'll be there, with help if necessary, to stop this ... this ugliness."
Annie felt a gush of relief. "Oh, thank you, Miss Zimlich! Oh God . . .I'm do glad we came here. I knew it was the right thing to do." Annie gushed, nearly embracing the woman.
She and Kathy left quickly.
"I can't believe it's over," Kathy said. "It's just too easy. Something's wrong, I know it."
"Oh, don't be such a pessimist, Kathy! Miss Zimlich said she was going to stop it, and she will. I know it. I feel it. She'll take care of those two, destroy the pictures, and we'll be safe."
"I hope you're right, Annie," Kathy said warily.
Annie knew she was right. She could feel it in her bones as she went to her locker and took out her notebook for American history class. The horror in the basement would be over by tomorrow afternoon. She wasn't sure what Miss Zimlich would do, but she was certain her no counselor would figure out something.
That evening, Annie could hardly sleep, thinking about the eventual triumph. When she dressed and went to school the next day Annie could hardly keep her spirits from making her dizzy with joy. Later that afternoon, she and Kathy met after having stowed their books in their lockers. Kathy was looking drawn and nervous as she joined her friend and began walking toward the stairs.
"I didn't see Miss Zimlich," Kathy said, looking around.
"She said she'd be there and I know she will. She wouldn't lie. Now come on," Annie insisted, opening the door and pushing her friend through.
The sounds of the machinery stripped away a good deal of the blonde teen's bravado as she descended the metal stairs with her friend. Images of her torture flashed back to her.
They were nearly to the bottom of the landing when she saw Jack step in front of them.
"Guess what? Guess who's here?" Jack said softly.
And there, behind them, was Miss Zimlich with an odd smile, a smile that horrified Annie.