Chapter 5
MacIntyre Symms lay still for a long time, and Sarah spent most of that time trying to think of some method for escape.
But she was so helplessly bound, that there was no way she would be able to stop him from killing her if he wanted to do it right then and there.
Her only hope was that someone would come to the house and know that something was wrong when neither of the girls answered the door.
She prayed that that would happen, but it wasn't likely, since neither Stephanie nor Sarah had invited anyone over.
She knew that Stephanie was supposed to go to a party that night.
Maybe the hostess would call wondering why she didn't show up.
But the party didn't start for hours and she didn't even know if she would still be alive by that time.
She didn't know that the telephone had been put out of commission.
Finally MacIntyre Symms pulled his now flaccid cock out of Sarah's oozing, still puffy cunt hole.
Even when he didn't have his erection his cock was something to see.
It dangled long and thick between his heavily muscled thighs.
He sat up on the bed and swung his legs over the edge.
He looked down as if he were admiring his own penis.
He could see the ring of blood that had formed at the base of his phallus.
"Come here, Sister Savage," he said to Molly, whose eyes lit up when she realized he was speaking to her.
"What can I do for you, Baron Brutal?" she asked.
Sarah could tell by the tone of the blonde woman's voice that she was completely subservient to the man.
She was a sex slave, just like the ones she had read about.
Sarah could feel a tremendous afterglow in her forced open pussy.
"I have gotten my cock all bloody, Sister Savage," MacIntyre Symms said calmly. Now that he had had an orgasm, and had gotten rid of the ache in his balls momentarily, he didn't seem nearly as much in a hurry as before.
"Would you like to clean off your cock, Baron Brutal," Molly said, tilting her head a little to one side.
When she tilted her head that way she resembled a puppy responding to a very high-pitched noise.
She felt a little silly calling MacIntyre Baron Brutal, but she knew that she would be severely punished if she didn't play along with his games.
He demanded complete subservience, and she had the scars on her back and buttocks to prove that was true.
"Yes I would like you to clean off my cock," MacIntyre said, and there was something menacing and ominous about the way he spoke.
"What should I use? Should I go get some toilet paper?" Molly asked, her eyes wide and innocent.
"No, fool! Use your mouth. I want you to suck me clean," he said, turning up the corner of his mouth into a half smile.
Molly smiled too. She loved sucking MacIntyre's cock. But she knew that he would never allow her to swallow his come.
He wanted to save all of his erections so he could use them to fuck his lovely young hostages.
But a little cock sucking was better than no cock sucking, so Molly was very pleased and immediately moved so that she was standing beside the bed in front of her master.
"I want you to show the little girls how to suck a cock. I want you to take me deep into your throat," MacIntyre said. "The poor little girls are never going to get a chance to suck a cock on their own, and I don't want them to die without them at least knowing how an expert does it."
Molly blushed at the flattery and dropped to her knees, lowering her head so she could slowly clean his prick and give him a new erection.
MacIntyre opened his legs as far as he could, and moved his ass closer to the edge of the bed.
Molly began to kiss at the hard flesh on the insides of MacIntyre's thighs.
As he moved his ass closer to the edge of the bed, the wrinkled sack that held his balls fell over the edge and became available to Molly's mouth.
She kissed slowly up the inside of his thighs, moistening her lips so her kisses would be hot and wet.
She soon got to his balls and she stuck out her tongue as far as she could.
She placed the tip of her tongue on his scrotum and began to move it slowly.
MacIntyre sighed and placed his big hands gently on the top of Molly's head.
"Oh that's good, Sister Savage. You see girls, you have to lick the balls too. You don't just suck the cock. The balls need a lot of attention too."
Both Stephanie and Sarah were grossed out by his attitude.
He was going to teach them something just before he killed them, and that was about as cruel as they could imagine.
Molly licked gently at that sack until it was wet and shiny from her saliva.
She could see blood once again pumping into his cock shaft.
She could tell that it would not be very long before he would once again have a raging erection.
Molly used the fingers on her right hand to gently lift the thick shaft of his cock off of its resting spot on top of his balls.
She pointed the tip upward and then placed her fingertips gently on the underside, pressing it up against his flat belly.
MacIntyre leaned back so she would be able to explore his private parts with her mouth more easily.
She licked the top of his balls where the underside of his cock had been resting.
With the fingertips on her right hand she could feel his prick steadily getting firmer, throbbing each time a little more blood pumped into the shaft.
In a matter of seconds his cock was just as hard as it was before he spilled his silver seed into Sarah's soupy slit.
Molly used the fingers on her left hand to touch MacIntyre on the base of his again aching scrotum.
She lifted that sack up so she would be able to get her tongue underneath.
Molly rested MacIntyre's scrotum on her fingertips for a moment.
That sack was so big that it spilled over the sides of her fingers.
Then she bobbed it up a down a little, looking up into the man's eyes with an expression of complete adoration on her face She looked as if she were trying to determine how much his testicles weighed.
Even though he had come only a few moments before, his scrotum still looked as if it were filled to the brim with hot sticky come.
She lowered her head and once again offered her tongue.
She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth at the underside of his balls.
She heard his gasp with pleasure when she did that.
This made her blush with pride. She was always pleased when she knew she was giving MacIntyre physical pleasure.
She worked her tongue even deeper between his parted thighs. She got the tip of her tongue on the sensitive patch of skin between his balls and his ass-hole.
When MacIntyre realized that this patch of skin didn't have a name he began to call it his taint.
When Molly asked why he called it that he said, "Because taint balls and taint ass-hole.'"
He loved to licked there, and when Molly began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth there, he threw his head back and closed his eyes.
His face began to redden and his lips parted slightly.
Molly then pulled her head out from there, and used her fingers to gently tug at the curly hairs that grew right out of his scrotum.
She opened her mouth and placed her full lips on that sack.
"That's it, baby. Suck my balls. Suck them very, very gently," MacIntyre said, his voice altered by the passion he was feeling.
She searched around with a cotton mouth until she found one of his testicles.
She knew she had to be very gentle while sucking his balls, because she could hurt him very easily.
Hurting MacIntyre was the last thing Molly wanted to do.
The consequences of such a mistake were too awful to think about.
The last time she had hurt him by accident while going down on him, he had beaten her ass with a stick so long and hard that she had been unable to sit down without a pillow for a very long time.
He had opened ugly wounds on her soft round buttocks.
And she still had the scars on her supple ass cheeks to prove it.
She sucked on his balls and felt the muscles in his thighs become tense.
He leaned back a little further and increased the pressure of his grip on Molly's head.
He had his fingers through her blonde curls and was holding her by her scalp.
Molly stuck out her tongue and placed the tip on the base of his cock, right where it joined his scrotum.
She then could taste the blood that he had drawn from the little girl's cunt.
Molly didn't like the idea of tasting that blood, but she knew better than to. complain about anything.
She could see the dilated blue veins that protruded from the shaft of MacIntyre's throbbing cock.
She used those veins as sort of a road map to determine her tongue's route.
She moved her tongue slowly until she was at the very tip.
She played with the little piss hole in the center of his glans with her tongue for a moment.
Molly had gone down on MacIntyre many many times, and she knew the spots where he was the most sensitive.'
He liked to be licked the best on the fleshy spot just below the glans.
He shuddered when her tongue crossed that spot, right where the head of his cock split on the underside.
She concentrated her attention solely on that spot for a long time.
The head of his cock was fully engorged and the skin that covered his glans was stretched tight as a drum skin.
She allowed his cock to lower a little so she could roll her tongue all over the head of his prick.
"Suck it now, Sister Savage," MacIntyre said, his front teeth together so that his words hissed like a snake.
Molly allowed his cock to point straight at her mouth.
She could see it bobbing up and down even though she was no longer touching it.
His piss hole was opening and closing with tiny spasms.
She had sucked him many times and she knew that she had to open her mouth as far as she could for his glans to fit between her lips.
"Take the whole shaft inside you. I want to feel the tip of my prick sink deep into your throat," MacIntyre said.
Both Stephanie and Sarah could tell by the tone of his voice that he was not going to take no for an answer.
There was no doubt in anyone's mind exactly who was in charge in this situation.
Molly opened her mouth as if she were sitting in the dentist's chair.
MacIntyre moved his fingers to the back of her neck.
He could feel the little hairs there were on end, a symptom of sexual arousal.
"If you are a good girl, Sister Savage, I might let you come later," MacIntyre said condescendingly.
Molly glanced up at him for a brief moment with unadulterated gratitude in her baby blue eyes.
She moved her head forward, urged by the increasing pressure of MacIntyre's powerful fingers on the back of her neck.
She took the head of his cock in her mouth. The fit was so tight that it stretched the corners of her lips back.
She sucked on his head and rolled her tongue over the tip at the same time.
But MacIntyre began to push upward with his hips at that point.
She got her tongue out of the way and felt the tip of his cock work its way into her tender throat.
She curled her lips over her pearly white teeth so she would not risk scraping him as he entered her.
She relaxed her throat muscles completely and concentrated on breathing solely through her nose.
Molly could remember the first time
MacIntyre had forced his huge prick down her sensitive throat.
She had figured that there was no way she could do it without gagging on his thick cock meat.
But after a couple of times and a lot of tears of pain, she had learned to relax her throat, and she could give him tight throat with a minimum of discomfort.
He shoved his cock all the way into her, so that her nose was buried in the thick patch of dark brown pubic hair which grew directly above his stiff stalk.
Her lips were wrapped very tightly around the base of his prick and she could feel that lance throbbing within her.
But then he pulled his cock out and looked down to see that all of the blood had been cleaned off of it during this process.
He was satisfied, and made a nonchalant gesture that told Molly he would have no further use for her throat.
MacIntyre poured more ether on the rag and knocked Sarah unconscious once again.
He then instructed Molly to untie her and flip her over on her belly.
Molly knew what he had in mind at that point.
He was going to jam his awesome prick right up the little girl's ass-hole.
She wasn't going to have a cherry left by the time he was done with her.
Molly worked quickly and soon Sarah was on her stomach with her legs parted behind her and her wrists up over her head.
She was once again fastened to all four of the bedposts and Stephanie had her eyes shut trying to forget that all of this was happening.
Only Stephanie's terrified shivering betrayed the fact that she had not lost consciousness.
MacIntyre patted Stephanie gently on the top of her head.
"Don't worry, you with the big boobs. I'll have plenty of jam for you later. I hope you don't mind if I plow your kid sister's ass-hole first, huh?"
Stephanie did not give the man the satisfaction of responding to those words.
She kept her eyes shut and pretended that he was not there. But MacIntyre just threw back his head and laughed violently when he thought of the abuse he had left to inflict.
MacIntyre sat on the edge of the bed with his stiff cock standing at attention in front of him.
He reached back and placed the palm of his hand on Sarah's buttocks.
She had not yet awoken from the knock-out chemical she had been forced to inhale.
His hand was so big and her ass was so tiny, that he could hold onto both of her ass cheeks at the same time.
All he had to do was spread his long fingers far apart and he could grip the whole ass easily.
He ran the palm of his hand over her ass gently. It felt smooth and creamy.
He could tell that the little girl didn't have a single callus on those tender ass cheeks.
He turned around and leaned over so he could shower those buttocks with little wet peck kisses.
He loved the way her ass flesh felt against his lips.
As Sarah woke up she felt MacIntyre prying her ass cheeks apart so he could lick up and down the crack.
"I love the way your ass tastes, baby," MacIntyre said, pulling his tongue out from between her ass cheeks just long enough to speak.
He got the tip of his tongue on her ass-hole and he could see her sphincter contract When he touched it.
She had a cute little ass-hole. He could imagine how tight it was.
He smiled when he thought of the damage he would do the that ass-hole when he shoved his cock up into it.
He used the flat part of his tongue to lick across her ass-hole.
He could taste the blood and cunt juice mixture that had found its way down there when Sarah had been tied to her back.
MacIntyre was pleased that Sarah had woken up so quickly.
He was ready to get to work and his balls were starting to ache with desire once again.
He made his tongue pointy at the tip and tried to push his tongue up into her ass-hole. She was too tight and he pulled his tongue away and replaced it with the middle finger on his right hand.
He ran his fingertip in a slow circle around her tense sphincter.
His touch was gentle and Sarah would have moaned with pleasure if there hadn't been a big rubber ball forced between her teeth.
MacIntyre could feel her ring of ass-hole muscle contracting and relaxing, contracting and relaxing as he stroked it.
Sarah felt that yearning in her ass-hole that had confused her a bit when Stephanie had licked her there.
There was an ache up in her bowels that was not entirely dissimilar from the one she felt up inside her cunt earlier.
She could still feel pain in her cunt, but it was a dull ache and mixed with the ache of desire she felt.
Sarah felt as if something had been erased from her mind.
She felt surprisingly little fear, and everything was on the numb side.
Everything except her anus and her inner bowels, that is.
MacIntyre got his finger in the center of her anus and turned his hand so that his palm was facing upward.
He began to push his finger inside her ass-hole and he laughed as he felt all the muscles in the little girl's body go tight.
Sarah tried to relax her rectum as much as she could so there would be a minimum of pain.
His finger was big, and she knew it would hurt if he pushed it all the way up inside her.
Her backdoor hole was designed to push things out, not let things in.
There would be no lubrication as there was when he penetrated her pussy.
He was going to shove his finger up her ass-hole while she was as dry as a bone.
Sarah knew that after he got his finger up there, he was going to repeat the process with his cock.
She had never even taken a shit that was as big as MacIntyre's erect cock.
She knew she hadn't. She would have remembered something like that.
Sarah could feel her sphincter stretching so that his finger could fit inside.
MacIntyre pushed his middle finger into her ass until he was in all the way to the third knuckle.
He then wiggled his finger around inside her, and Sarah could tell that his finger was neither long, nor thick enough to satisfy the cravings she was feeling in her bowels.
But she had to admit it felt great, and she was starting to think that she didn't care what damage he did to her with his cock, as long as he violated her ass hard and fast with his manhood pole.
MacIntyre worked his finger in and out of her ass slowly for awhile and then pulled it out.
His cock was aching too much, and his balls felt like they were made of lead resting on the bottom of his scrotal sack.
He looked at his finger and saw that there was a cheesy substance on it.
He held his finger under his nose and sniffed.
He then put that same finger under Sarah's nose with a laugh.
"Here, little girl. Smell what your ass smells like. Smell the scum from inside your hot bowels."
Sarah couldn't help but smell it because she was forced to breath through her nose.
In any other context she would have thought that finger stinky, but she didn't find the odor at all unpleasant at that moment.
"Come here, Molly!" MacIntyre said abruptly, snapping his head over his shoulder to look at the blonde woman who had once again retreated into the corner of the sister's bedroom.
"What would you like, Baron Brutal " Molly said with her Bronx accent.
"Suck this finger clean, please. I can't fuck with the smell of ass scum on my finger!"
"Yes, Baron Brutal," Molly said and sucked his finger clean without a single peep of protest.
MacIntyre Symms was ready for the savage ass fuck at that point.
He got on top of Sarah so that his cock was pressed in between her ass cheeks, pinned to his flat belly.
He then got up on his knees and reached back so he could part her ass cheeks with his big strong hands.
He massaged her ass cheeks with strong fingers for a long time, making ugly grunting noises in the back of his throat as he did so.
He then pulled her ass cheeks far apart with a sudden jerk of both wrists.
Sarah's ass-hole was wet from saliva, and she could feel cool air on her anus as her buttocks were pried apart.
She once again concentrated on relaxing so her body would not combat the savage ass rape against her will.
She was so insane with fear and grief that she wanted to absorb as much sexual pleasure as possible before her impending death by torture.
He pulled her ass cheeks so far apart that the skin in the crack was stretched as tight as it could go.
She could feel her sphincter going into tiny spasms at the thought of the abuse it was about to receive.
MacIntyre placed his hands flat on the now crumpled bedspread.
He placed his hands beside Sarah's tiny breasts, which were pressed completely flat against the bed.
He stretched his legs out straight behind him so that his feet dangled over the foot of the bed.
He was looking down at the back of Sarah's head.
Her hair looked honey blonde, perfectly straight, and as soft as silk.
He looked at her smooth back and her sharp shoulder blades.
She was mostly little girl. There was only a small part of her that was woman.
The other sister. Now there was a woman. She had huge jugs, and he had something very special in mind for her.
But sometimes MacIntyre thought that he liked the littler girls the best.
In this day and age of women's lib one had to find younger and younger girls to find true innocence.
He wanted the girls he raped to be just as innocent as he was when his mother had abused him.
And he wanted to make them love the pain, just as his mother had made him love those awful enemas.
He moved so that his cock was pointing downward between the parted cheeks of Sarah's tiny ass.
He ran the tip of his cock up and down the crack of her ass slowly, moving his hips as he did so.
He finally got to the point where the tip of his cock was pressed right against her straining rectum.
"I am the rectum wrecker!" he proclaimed, and began to push down with his hips.
He knew that it would be even tougher to get his cock up her ass than it was to get it up her pussy.
Ah, he thought, but the rewards will make the effort worthwhile.
He heard Sarah begin to snort once again in fear and expectation.
Sarah's jaw was tight with fear. Her teeth bit into the rubber ball.
The man was sick!
He was thoroughly crazy.
Sarah knew he would stop at nothing to satisfy his evil cravings.