Chapter 3
MacIntyre Symms did not know that he was dangerously insane.
He saw his own brand of cruel sadism as perfectly natural.
He figured anything that gave him pleasure had to be perfectly normal.
And nothing gave him more pleasure than causing pain.
He daydreamed about hearing the screams of young girls in agony.
He schemed to think of new methods to cause humiliation and pain.
And at that moment he was calmly poking around the living room of the Simpson house.
At his side was his girlfriend, Molly McCormick, who shared his taste for sadism.
They worked as a team, and over the previous five years they had tortured many young virgins together.
They were careful, and they thought they were smart.
They figured if they weren't smart they would have been caught by now.
They had been floating around Scottsville for a week, looking for the time and the place to strike.
When they saw the packed car drive away from the Simpson home, they realized the two pretty teenagers had been left alone inside.
MacIntyre Symms was a handsome man, but his brain had never been quite right.
His father had died when he was little and his mother had been cruel to him.
She beat him and humiliated him when he was growing up.
He soon could think of nothing else other than revenge.
And he got his revenge for the cruel deeds of his mother, by torturing and raping young women.
He figured every young virgin whose cherry he busted took him a step closer to finally getting even with his mother.
Every time he thought about how his old lady used to tie him to the shower nozzle and give him huge enemas, forcing him to shit right there in front of her, his cock got as hard as a rock, and he needed teenage pussy.
MacIntyre Symms was well over six feet tall and he weighed well over two hundred pounds.
He looked like he could have been a movie star. His face appeared to be carved out of stone by a sculptor trying to create a god.
His hair was dark brown, but there was some gray at the temples that betrayed the fact that he was in his mid-thirties.
His shoulders were very wide and he had the upper torso of a bear.
Yet his waist and his hips were remarkably slim, yet powerful.
His thighs were heavily muscled and he had huge hands and feet.
Molly McCormick was on the dim side, and she always did as MacIntyre told her.
She knew that if she disobeyed him he would chain her down and whip her until her back and buttocks were striped with angry red welts.
Sometimes it pained her to watch him abuse and disfigure pretty girls.
But she didn't have the will to defy him in any way, so she helped him whenever her aid was needed.
She had blonde hair that grew in tight curls on top of her head.
Her face might have had an innocent beauty if it weren't for the excess of make-up she always wore.
She had bright red lipstick on her large lips, and her eyelids were purple.
She wore false eyelashes that were encrusted with mascara.
At that moment she was wearing a tight red dress with a slit up the side, so that she would flash her thigh each time she took a step.
The dress was cut low in the front so the tops of her big globular breasts were exposed.
The dress clung tight to her torso, and did nothing to hide the fact that she had all of her curves in the right place.
She chewed gum all the time and spoke as if she came from The Bronx.
She wore red spike high heels with pointy toes and walked as if she feared falling forward.
The first thing they did when they entered the house was lock the door behind them and quietly pull all of the curtains.
Then they cut the telephone wire so making a phone call would be impossible.
MacIntyre Symms carried a black leather bag with him wherever he went.
In the bag were all of the tools of his trade. He had clamps, whips, and huge hard rubber dildos, designed to stretch a virgin pussy all out of proportion.
He also carried a can of ether and a white rag. He didn't like to fight with the virgins he attacked.
He found they were a lot more cooperative when they were asleep.
By the time they woke up he saw to it that they were no longer able to struggle.
Outside the sky was darkening, and both MacIntyre and Molly could tell that they were in for a nasty thunder and lightning storm.
Already they could hear the gentle rumble, like a far away bowling alley, over Lake Ontario.
This was good, MacIntyre thought. Everyone who tried to call the little girls would think the storm had knocked out the phone service.
By the time anyone got wise, his job would be complete and it would be time to move on to another town, another virgin.
MacIntyre heard gentle moans coming from the bedroom upstairs.
He held his forefinger to his lips, instructing Molly to be very quiet, and she nodded that she understood.
He set his black leather bag next to the living room couch.
He unsnapped a couple of snaps and unzipped a long zipper.
He pulled out the can of ether and the white rag. Pouring the smelly chemical on the rag, he was careful not to get any on his fingers.
He then began to tiptoe up the stairs, hearing the sounds of playful laughter, and sexy moaning coming from the bedroom.
He could feel his balls start to ache, and his cock start to grow, as he realized the two little girls were getting it on.
When the cat's away the mice will play, MacIntyre thought to himself, his mouth twisting into an evil grin.
When he had torture on his mind his brown eyes became fiery, and he looked as if his soul had been taken over by Satan.
Inside the bedroom, Stephanie had rolled over on her back, and Sarah was showering her big tits with tiny peck kisses.
When the door flew open they felt their stomachs fly up into their throats and then Sarah spun to look at the doorway.
At first the girls thought that their parents had come home unexpectedly and had caught them in their sex play.
But when they saw a complete stranger standing there, they were petrified with fear.
A cold sweat broke out all over their bodies, and before either of them could scream MacIntyre charged into the bedroom with Molly only two paces behind him.
He thrust the rag over Sarah's mouth and nose at the same time.
Molly leaped on the bed, pinning Stephanie, holding her hand tight over Stephanie's mouth so she could make no noise.
Stephanie watched in horror as Sarah's arms waved wildly in the air.
Big tears welled up in Stephanie's eyes making it difficult for her to focus.
Those tears soon overflowed and began to drip down onto her high cheek bones.
The Sarah's arms stopped waving and she went completely limp.
Molly and MacIntyre had their timing down perfectly.
The second Molly removed her hand for Stephanie's mouth, MacIntyre replaced it with the rag.
Stephanie smelled something awful on that rag and she tried to hold her breath.
But soon she had to inhale and the second she did everything went black.
MacIntyre was pleased that the little girls were already naked.
That would save him the trouble of stripping them, which he thought was a bore.
"We've got ourselves a couple of hot ones here Molly," MacIntyre said with a laugh that crackled in the back of his throat. " Let's go to work."
"What do you want me to do, Mac?" Molly asked. She was unable to do anything on her own. She usually needed detailed instructions.
MacIntyre liked the fact that Molly was so dumb. He knew there was no way she would ever be able to betray him.
"Tie the one with the little tits spread eagle to the bed while I tie this one to the desk chair," MacIntyre said.
Molly remembered that she had left the leather bag downstairs and quickly ran to fetch it.
There were four short pieces of rope and one long one inside.
Molly found that she could move Sarah easily. The little girl was light and hardly in a position to struggle.
She pulled Sarah's arms back over her head and quickly tied one wrist to each bedpost.
She knew that MacIntyre liked his bondage stringent, so she tied those wrists as tightly as she could.
She could see Sarah's fingertips turning purple, and she knew that by the time the little blonde woke up she would be able to feel nothing at all in her hands.
The ropes were so tight that they cut off the circulation of blood, and halted all sensation.
After both wrists were bound securely she walked to the foot of the bed and grabbed both of Sarah's ankles at the same time.
She yanked those ankles apart until her feet were pointing at the corners of the foot of the bed.
The other two short pieces of rope were used to fasten Sarah's ankles to the other two bedposts.
She had gone through this process many times and had gotten quite good at it.
Some girls stayed asleep under the influence of the chemical longer than others and she had to be quick so there wouldn't be a risk of having anyone come to prematurely.
The second Sarah was bound spread-eagle to the bed Molly pulled a ball gag out of the leather bag.
It was a leather strap with a huge rubber ball in the middle.
Molly forced Sarah's jaw open and placed the rubber ball between her teeth.
She then lifted the little blonde's head and fastened the strap behind her head.
This would not only keep Sarah from making any noise, but it would force her jaw painfully open during the course of the rape.
MacIntyre lifted Stephanie up off the bed and sat her down in the straight-backed wooden chair that went with the bedroom desk. He tied her so securely she could not move.
Her ankles were crisscrossed so that they were held together, and her hands were pinned to the sides of her legs, as well as her arms pinned to her sides.
MacIntyre's favorite part of this process was binding the breasts.
He made a figure eight around Stephanie's big tits so they were squeezed and pushed outward more than they were naturally.
He then used one loop of the rope to go right across her nipple, pushing the tips of her tits cruelly inward.
The rope was finally tied behind her, and a ball gag was put in her mouth also.
When Stephanie woke up her breasts would be in horrible pain.
They then smoked a cigarette and waited for the two to wake up.
MacIntyre thought it was no fun to start the real punishment until the effects of the ether had completely worn off.
"Whatcha gonna do first, Mac?" Molly asked, chewing her bubble gum as if she were a cow contemplating her cud.
Sarah awoke first. Her eyes opened slowly, and for a moment she had trouble determining where she was.
Then she saw MacIntyre's leering face and it all came back to her.
She tried to move and she realized that she had been tied down.
She tried to scream and she realized that she had been cruelly gagged.
Fresh tears welled up in her eyes and poured down her cheeks into the corners of her mouth.
She found that she could turn her head from side to side and lift the back of her head a little from the pillow.
If she really struggled she could lift her buttocks from the bedspread a couple of inches.
But this took a great deal of energy and she quickly discovered that she would exhaust herself if she continued to move.
Her heart was filled with complete despair and hopelessness.
She knew that something too horrible to think about was about to happen to her and her sister.
MacIntyre Symms was wearing a button-up flannel shirt. The top two buttons were unbuttoned and Sarah could see thick brown fur spilling out.
As MacIntyre reached up and began to unbutton that shirt Sarah could see that his whole thick chest was covered with curly hair.
She looked down his body and saw that he was wearing a pair of tight faded jeans.
There was a huge bulge in the crotch of his jeans, and Sarah was smart enough to know what was causing that bulge.
It was dusk and it would be nighttime in a matter of minutes.
Thick black clouds were billowing in from the north, covering the whole village of Scottsville.
The claps of thunder were getting louder by the second.
The wind was picking up, and Sarah could hear the trees being bent by those gales of storm wind.
Then sheets of rain began to fall, and in a matter of seconds the world around the Simpson house on Maple Street was drenched.
Sarah could hear that monsoon like rain whipping up against the bedroom windows.
A flash of lightning lit up the bedroom for a split second.
The storm only added to the surreal aura of the events surrounding the frightened little girl.
Nothing seemed quite real. Sarah prayed that she was having a nightmare.
She hoped that she had fallen asleep while goofing around with her sister.
But then she felt those ropes digging into the flesh of her wrists and ankles, and she knew it was real.
It was a nightmare come true, and she assumed correctly that it was going to get a lot worse before it got better.
If it ever did get better. Sarah thought at that point that this man and this woman would kill her and Stephanie when they had had their way with them.
But that thought was too awful, and Sarah struggled to push it into the back of her brain.
Her body was drenched with the cold sweat of anxiety.
Her sweat had the bitter almondy scent of the devil.
She was forced to breathe through her nose by the ball gag.
She could hear herself snorting as she struggled to get air into her lungs.
Her heart felt as if it were trying to pound right out of her chest.
She wanted to pass out again so she would not have to experience these horrors.
But she stayed awake, her mind no longer able to think rationally.
MacIntyre finished unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it over his shoulders and dropped it silently to his feet.
He sat on Stephanie's lap and began to untie his battered work shoes.
He pulled his socks off after that and stood up.
At that point the older sister woke up and her eyes immediately bugged out so far they looked as if they were going to pop right out of their sockets.
Sarah could hear her older sister trying to scream, but the sound was stifled by the gag.
No matter how hard Stephanie tried to scream, all she could do was make pathetic muffled grunting noises.
Stephanie could feel the thick rope biting into her nipples, and she knew that she had never felt pain like that before.
All over her torso the rope was digging into her flesh, and the ropes seemed to contract and squeeze at her body tighter when she struggled.
Molly moved to a corner of the bedroom and watched silently.
She knew that MacIntyre would call her if he needed her for anything.
Sarah couldn't take her eyes off of the huge bulge in the front of MacIntyre's tight jeans.
Some sort of morbid curiosity would not allow her to look away.
His fingers moved slowly to the the snap at the top of those jeans.
He moved deliberately, as if he were performing some ancient ritual of sadism.
He unzipped the zipper to his fly and Sarah could see that his erect penis was pinned to his belly by the elastic to his underwear.
His cock was so long that it stuck far out of the top of those jockey shorts.
She could see the bulbous head of his prick, purple and throbbing.
MacIntyre's balls and his cock were aching horribly, and he was in a big hurry to relieve himself of that ache.
After he shot his wad the first time he would be able to relax and take his time with the rest of the torture.
He hooked his thumbs under the top of his jeans and the elastic to his underwear.
He was wearing no belt, and Sarah could see that his stomach was flat and muscled.
As he pulled down his pants Sarah could see that his underwear was a dingy gray color.
They looked as if they had not been washed for some time.
It occurred to the petrified little girl that they were the only pair of underwear this madman owned.
As he pulled down his pants, his cock popped out like some kind of horny jack in the box.
Sarah's eyes went wide with amazement as she looked at his cock.
She had never seen an erect penis before and she realized that she had grossly underestimated how big one would be.
She had read that the average cock was about six inches long, and she figured that her cunt would be able to handle that much when she got older and started to fuck.
But MacIntyre was huge! The thought of having his tool penetrating her tiny vagina filled Sarah's mind with even more despair.
She knew that he would tear her apart with that lance.
His cock had to be at least eleven inches long, and it was so thick she knew her cunt would have to stretch grossly open for him to get inside.
The thickest part of his cock was the head, which looked to her like a doorknob.
That head was a deep purple color and the skin over it was stretched tight.
The skin on his glans was shiny it was stretched so tight.
If any more blood pumped into that savage phallus it would have surely exploded.
The cock was as hard as a rock and stuck out straight from his slim hips.
It pointed slightly upward, and Sarah could see it bobbing up and down a little bit as it throbbed. The little piss hole at the tip of his glans was opening and closing in a manner that vaguely reminded Sarah of a goldfish's mouth.
As he pulled his pants down further Sarah could see the equally huge sack that held his balls.
His scrotum dangled just below the shaft of his cock, and it looked as if it were filled to the brim with hot sticky come.
She could see his testicles, resting at the bottom of that sack, and looked to be the size of small tangerines.
There was a thick patch of dark brown pubic hair above his cock.
There were even little curly hairs growing right out of his scrotum
Sarah could see angry blue veins running along his shaft.
MacIntyre stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside.
He stood next to the bed where both girls would be able to gaze upon his manhood.
He placed his hands on his hips, and nodded his head silently.
He stood with his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart.
And that was pretty far apart, considering how broad his shoulders were.
He held his chin high and thrust back his shoulders.
He took a deep breath so that his thick chest stuck out.
He arched his back and stood with his hips out in front of the rest of his body.
He bent a little at the knees and appeared to be gloating.
"Please allow me to introduce myself," MacIntyre said with a cruel hiss. "My name is Baron Brutal. I am the King of Pain. This is my assistant Sister Savage."
"Pleased to meetcha," Molly said, never stopping her chewing motion.
"Pain is the name of the game, and before we are through with you two, you will know more pain than most people know in a lifetime."
Both Sarah and Stephanie shivered when he said that.
Sarah felt as if she were going to throw up right then and there.
But she realized her mouth was blocked by the rubber ball so she fought back her urge to gag-
MacIntyre quickly moved onto the bed and lay directly on top of Sarah.
His weight was fully down upon her, making it even more difficult for the pretty little blonde to breathe.
Her nose snorted more violently and she felt incredibly weak.
Even if he had untied her, she wasn't sure she would have the strength to struggle.
She could smell his breath beating down on her face, and breathing through her nose was the last thing she wanted to do.
He smelled like he had never brushed his teeth in his whole life.
His breath reminded her of the sewage treatment plant just south of Scottsville.
She could feel his cock pinned against her lower abdomen.
It felt even bigger than it looked as it pressed against her.
She could feel it throbbing anxiously, and once again she thought that it would tear her apart.
"You like my big cock, don't you little girl? Oh yes. All little girls like the baron's big cock. They love it when it tears them open and makes them bleed. You are going to love this. My cock is so big, and your pussy is so little. You probably think that there is no way I will ever fit inside you, huh? Well, brute force and relentlessness have away of taking care of these things. And brute force happens to be something I've got plenty of," MacIntyre said.
His voice was deep and crackly, as if he had clumps of mucus in his throat.
He laughed sadistically after each phrase and Sarah closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at his leering face.
MacIntyre placed his hands flat on the bedspread under each of Sarah's forced open arm pits.
He stretched his legs out straight behind him and kept his knees together.
He then pushed his body off of her by straightening his arms.
At that point Sarah was able to look between their bodies, and see his cock.
The tip was resting on her pubic bone and she could feel it throbbing on the tiny spot above her slit where golden hair grew.
He moved his hips so that the tip of his cock was touching the lips of Sarah's forced open cunt.
He moved so that his cock was at the right angle for fucking.
She was a tiny one, and he liked the tiny ones the best.
He lifted his right hand up off the bed and reached back.
He took the shaft of his cock in his fist and gave it several squeezes.
He did this to make sure it was as hard as he wanted it to be.
Satisfied by this test he replaced his hand in push-up position.
He began to push down with his hips, and Sarah could feel pressure on the lips of her cunt.
She figured there was no way he could get in her. It was like trying to put a square peg in a round hole.
But then she felt her inner cunt lips begin to stretch open, and she knew her rape was inevitable.