Chapter 6
Sarah could once again feel how big the head of MacIntyre's cock really was.
She could tell how far her ass muscle would have to stretch for him to fit inside.
She could feel his glans throbbing, and she wondered if this penetration was possible.
He was already pushing down with his hips very hard.
But her sphincter showed no signs of opening for him
She thought he was going to pop her ass-hole right out.
She concentrated harder on relaxing that muscle, and then, as if by magic, she began to open up.
She could feel that ring of muscle start to stretch, but she was sure now that it would never be able to stretch far enough.
Her sphincter stretched grossly open, as far as it could go, and it still was not open far enough for his glans to enter.
Then, just as when he tried to fuck her pussy, she felt a horrible pain.
She realized that she was feeling that muscle tear and give way.
She felt a trickle of blood coming from her anus.
That trickle ran slowly and thickly into the base of her pussy.
The sphincter was no longer able to resist the penetration.
The head of MacIntyre's relentless cock popped into Sarah's rectum.
She was snorting noisily at the awful pain she felt in her ass.
She wanted to scream bloody murder at the agony she was experiencing.
She could tell that his cock would have no trouble getting the rest of the way in.
The sphincter had been the major obstacle. Her bowels would offer little resistance, if any.
MacIntyre lowered his head a little as he pressed down.
He once again got his lips very close to Sarah's ear.
He began to bite and suck at her ear, and Sarah wanted to turn her head so he wouldn't be able to do that.
He continued to penetrate until her spoiled sphincter was wrapped around the base of his throbbing cock.
Sarah could feel his pubic bush pressing against the top of the crack of her ass.
She didn't think it was possible for something that big to fit in her ass-hole.
But it was possible, and the pain from her torn muscle began to subside.
Just as before the pain seemed to enhance the little girl's horniness.
His cock was plenty long enough to satisfy the yearning she had felt deep inside her bowels.
She could feel her bowels become spastic. She felt epileptic.
She was having yet another kind of orgasm this time centered up inside her grossly violated ass-hole.
Great ripples of pleasure ran up and down the little girl's spine.
She wanted him to start fucking her hard and fast right away.
Her clit was erect, pressed into the bedspread.
She was lubricating her pussy once again, making a new wet spot.
Her body became drenched with a fresh flow of sweat.
The whole room stunk of the savage sex acts that had taken place there.
It was completely dark outside and Stephanie wondered if her parents had made it to their hotel in the mountains yet.
She hoped they would call and get worried when they realized there was no one home.
She prayed that the phone would start ringing, unaware that the cord had been cut long before.
Stephanie did not know that her parents were going to be no help to her.
Her father had managed to get off the main road on the way to the hotel.
They were hopelessly lost in the hills in Upstate New York, searching for a gas station where they could ask instructions.
Then Stephanie realized that if she had not been tied up she would be arriving at Pauline's house for the party in her basement.
She wondered how long it would be before Pauline would call and see why she hadn't shown up.
Stephanie's mind ran in circles and she found that fear had broken her attention span.
But Pauline was a funny girl and she couldn't be counted on to call.
She might be hurt and think that Stephanie was staying away on purpose for one reason or another.
If the savage sadistic couple continued to knock them out each time they were untied, there was no way they could aid their own escape.
She sighed, and thought more than ever that the situation was helpless.
She watched as MacIntyre pressed his hips down hard against Sarah's buttocks.
Stephanie though about the pain the ropes were causing her breasts.
But then she realized that that pain was nothing compared to the pain her little sister was experiencing.
But Stephanie knew that she would get her turn.
MacIntyre loved the way his cock felt inside Sarah's bowels.
He could feel her bowels spasming, caressing the shaft of his prick as they did so.
He gyrated his hips downward for a long time before pulling his hips upward, so he could start his fucking motion.
He got his cock almost all the way out of her ass, and then slammed it back inside once again.
The pain and the pleasure mixed by the time they got to Sarah's brain.
The sensations were so intense that she felt faint, and her mind was encased in a thicker layer of fog.
She felt as if her mind were drifting out of her body, up toward the ceiling.
She had her eyes closed tightly, tears oozing out from under the lids, but she still felt she could look down and watch herself getting fucked in the ass.
MacIntyre began to work his cock in and out of Sarah's butt.
He steadily increased the pace of the fuck as he went along.
Then the pain stopped. The pleasure stopped. Her body was numb.
She could feel his weight pounding down on her, but she felt nothing inside.
She wondered if death would be like that. A sudden peace. A euphoria.
She hoped so. She knew she wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
She was only vaguely conscious of MacIntyre's scream of pleasure.
He thrust his cock all the way inside her ass-hole and left it there.
His fingers gripped at the bedspread and he arched his back sharply.
His face contorted with the pleasure he was feeling.
The come inside his balls was swimming around in a hurry.
It settled at the base of his cock, preparing for the inevitable volcanic eruption.
The come shot out of his cock and filled Sarah's exhausted bowels.
When his come was over he lay on top of perfectly still, and Molly applauded as if he had just given a command performance.
'Nice ass fuck, Baron Brutal," Molly said, not sounding unlike a cheerleader reacting to a touchdown.
MacIntyre pulled his cock out of Sarah's asshole and rolled off of her.
His cock was bloody once again and Molly volunteered this time to suck him clean.
"Do it quick,' MacIntyre said. "Then get me the riding crop. I wanna beat the shit out of this little girl!"
But Sarah didn't hear his words. Her mind had slipped off into a place where everybody was nice to her and nobody thought of dirty things.
Scottsville is such a small town that its police force consists of four men, only two of whom are on duty at any given time.
There wasn't a lot of crime in the tiny village and most of the cops work consisted of keeping the teenagers from drinking behind the shopping center or spray painting their initials up on the top of the water tower.
Police Chief Ronald Kentner was, at that moment cruising behind the shopping plaza in his squad car, making sure the Friday night regulars weren't back there drinking cheap wine and throwing up.
But there was no one. Then he saw something that caught his eye and he parked his car and turned off the ignition.
It looked like an abandoned car that he had never noticed before.
He grabbed his flashlight and went to check it out.
Only, the very tail end of the car was sticking out of the thick brush.
If his headlights hadn't caught the chrome on the bumper he never would have noticed it.
He figured there were probably a couple of teenagers fucking in there.
Breaking up youthful romantic trysts was not his idea of a good time.
He was not the sort of man that believed in a victimless crime.
But if there were two young lovers in there he would have to tell them to move along.
When he shone his flashlight in the back window he quickly determined that the car was empty.
He pulled out a pad and jotted down the year and make of the car, and the number on the rear plate.
His sixth sense was tingling and something told him he should look more closely.
He pointed his flashlight into the back and saw something metal.
He quickly determined that he was looking at a pair of hand cuffs.
A light bulb went on over his head, and he ran back to his squad car.
He called the State Police, his mind racing, searching for something.
Then he remembered a news story he had read two weeks earlier.
A little girl had been found raped and murdered in a house in a nearby county.
Her wrists had been fastened together with handcuffs.
He ran a check on the license plate number and found that the car belonged to one MacIntyre Symms.
Traffic had nothing on him, but a check with the FBI showed that Symms had once been arrested for loitering outside a grammar school.
Kentner went to work. He called the other three members of the town police force, and contacted the county as well.
The Troopers were sending a car around right away. He was onto something hot.
"We've got a pervert in Scottsville and I want him," he told his partner, Jay Warren. "I want someone on the phone calling every number in the whole fucking town. I want to be notified of any irregularities pronto. I'm going to check the lovers lanes and the drinking spots. I'm not sleeping tonight until I know that every little girl in this town is SAFE!"
His face was pale. He shivered at the thought of what might be happening in his town at that very moment.
Police cars cruised past the Simpson home several times and nothing looked amiss.
The lights downstairs were off but the lights upstairs were on.
There was no reason to stop there. Mr. and Mrs. Simpson had not told too many people that they were leaving their daughters alone.
But something was very amiss upstairs in the girls' bedroom.
Molly had finished sucking MacIntyre's cock clean once again.
He did not get an instant erection this time. He would have to wait a little while before he would be able to get it up again.
Molly handed the evil sadist the black riding crop that they carried in the leather bag which now sat just inside the bedroom door.
He walked to the side of the bed with the stiff horse whip in his right hand.
The little girl tied to the bed was perfectly still and her breathing was normal.
She didn't seem tense or nervous. She didn't even seem aware that she was about to be punished thoroughly.
Her eyes were open and blinking periodically, but the strain of her double rape had warped her to the point where very little of her was still in that bedroom with the rest of them.
WHACK!
He brought the horse whip down savagely across the center of Sarah's back.
Stephanie winced when she heard the noise of the blow.
But Sarah acted as if she didn't even feel it. She blinked but her face showed no signs of pain.
This frustrated MacIntyre. It wasn't fun unless he could see the little girl's agony.
He wished he had dragged them out into the woods so the gags would not be necessary.
Whipping little girls just wasn't the same for him unless he could hear them scream.
He beat Sarah a few more times across the back of her shoulders but he got no reaction whatsoever.
His face turned beet red with anger and frustration.
"I think she's had too much," Molly said in a meek voice from the corner of the bedroom Her hands were folded in front of her and she stood with her spike high heels together.
One would have thought that she was a perfect little lady by looking at her.
"Shut up, bitch!" MacIntyre screamed at the top of his lungs. "I'll decide when she's had enough."
He smacked her on the ass with the riding crop a couple of times before he admitted to himself that Molly was right.
But he would never give the blonde woman the satisfaction of letting her know that.
He tossed the riding crop at Molly and grunted with pure hostility,.
"I want you to untie no-tits here, and put her in the chair. Tie. big boobs to the bed. She'll react when I hurt her. Oh yes she will. Won't you darling. Sure. Knock them both out first. I've got to take a wicked piss and then I'm going downstairs to see if they've got anything to eat in this dump."
"Right, Baron Brutal," Molly said, a touch of fear in her big blue eyes.
MacIntyre stormed out and went down the hall to the John.
He pissed without putting up the toilet seat and his aim was not good.
There was urine on both the seat and the floor next to the toilet.
He did a little dance to shake the last few drops of piss out of his cock and then stormed down the carpeted stairs.
It was dark downstairs and it took him longer than he would have liked to find the light in the kitchen.
He rummaged through the refrigerator until he found some cold chicken.
He slammed the refrigerator door shut and sunk his teeth into the chicken flesh.
He tore the meat from the bone savagely and paid no attention when grease got all over his fingers, his lips and his chin.
He was thinking. He knew just what he was going to do the little girl with the big firm tits.
He was going to make that little sweetie-pie wish she never grew those tits!
When the man returned upstairs he saw that the woman had done her job well.
Sarah was tied to the chair, where her sister had been before.
Molly had not bound Sarah's tits the way MacIntyre had bound Stephanie's however.
At that moment Stephanie was on her back on the bed.
She was tied in the same manner as Sarah, and she was tossing her head from side to side, unable to remain still knowing the horrible things that were going to happen to her.
MacIntyre went immediately to the leather bag when he saw everything was in order.
The girls were awake once again, though Sarah looked to be out of it.
As the tinier sister sat in the straight backed chair, her eyes were wide and unblinking.
She stared at Stephanie tied to the bed as if she couldn't recognize who she was.
She seemed perfectly calm and relaxed, but maybe a little confused by the things that were going on around her.
Stephanie on the other hand was struggling to arch her back.
It was a lot of work, without a great deal of effect.
No matter how she strained she could only get her ass cheeks a couple of inches up off the bedspread.
She continued to toss her head from side to side.
Her face was very red from all of this intense exertion.
Her breasts heaved as she sucked air through her nostrils into her lungs.
Her big nipples were very erect with fear. Stephanie could tell that she wasn't going to enjoy getting raped one single bit.
MacIntyre rummaged around in the leather bag, digging his hand all the way to the very bottom.
He then pulled out a long needle, already threaded with a thick black string.
He held the needle up in front of his face and his eyes crossed slightly as he stared at it.
"You have beautiful tits, my dear," MacIntyre Symms said with a sneer.
He curled up his upper lip and looked at Stephanie's heaving breasts.
Stephanie turned her head away. She thought the handsome man looked very ugly at that moment.
"I hope you don't mind if I adorn them a little bit," MacIntyre said, and then threw back his head with belly laughter.
Stephanie closed her eyes tightly, and she could tell that those big brown orbs were all red and swollen.
Her eyes felt as if they were filled with sand each time she lowered her lazy lids.
Being knocked cold by drugs repeatedly had taken its toll, and Stephanie was not nearly as alert as she had been in the beginning of the evening.
"Let me explain to you, little girl. Let me tell you just what I am going to do to those big firm tits of yours," MacIntyre said.
He got up and moved so that he was standing beside the head of the bed.
He looked down at the frightened girl's boobs, and stood with his feet very far apart.
He held the big gold needle with the long black string dangling from the end of it right in front of Stephanie's face.
"I'm going to stick this needle through your left nipple. Yes, I am going to sink it into your nipple flesh until it comes out the other side. Then I am going to draw the string through the hole I have made, and repeat the process with the other nipple. By the time I am done, your nipples will be tied together. All I will have to do is grab the string, which will be by that time stretched tight between the peaks of your twin mountains, and I will be able to tug hard at both of your nipples at the same time. I haven't made up my mind yet, but I may tear your nipples right off when I am through," MacIntyre said.
He spoke slowly and calmly, as if he wanted to make sure that the straining little girl beneath him didn't miss a single word.
Stephanie could feel a fresh cold chill ripple up and down her spine.
New cold sweat began to pour from her forced open armpits.
She opened her eyes, but they were so filled with tears that she couldn't see anything other than a dark form hovering over her.
She closed her eyes again and she felt MacIntyre's left hand on her right breast.
He placed his palm over the tit and gave it a series of sharp squeezes.
He pinched at the nipple, making sure that it was as hard and erect as it could possibly be.
MacIntyre had that nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he pulled it upward until the skin around it was stretched taut.
In his other hand he held the needle, also between thumb and forefinger.
Her ran the pointy tip of the gold needle all around the outside of her tit, just so she could feel a prick every once in a while and know how sharp it was.
"I use gold because it helps prevent infection. It's just one of those things I have to do. I hate infection. My mother always taught me to avoid infection whenever I possible could. It doesn't make any difference that I'm just going to kill you anyway. I don't want you to die with infected nipples," MacIntyre said, running the tip of the needle up the side of Stephanie's breasts, getting ever closer to her protruding nipple flesh.
When he got the needle to the nipple, he began to press the tip into the flesh.
Stephanie opened her watery eyes so she could see what he was doing.
There was some sort of morbid curiosity that made her look at her own nipples being pierced.
All of the muscles in Stephanie's body became taut at the same time.
Her back arched and her ass lifted two inches off the bedspread.
Her face was filled with panic, and she made horrible gurgling noises in the back of her throat.
Stephanie felt the worst pain she had ever known as the needle point sunk into her hypersensitive nipple flesh.
She prayed that she could pass out so she would no longer have to feel the horrible pain in her tit.
There wasn't nearly as much blood as Stephanie thought there was going to be.
Just a few drops dripped from the hole made by the needle.
Stephanie's breasts were bouncing up and down as she panicked in agony.
MacIntyre had to pinch her nipple very tightly to keep from letting it slip from between his fingers.
He watched, fascinated, as the gold needle sunk deeper into the nipple.
He could see a bump on the other side, and he knew he was almost all the way through.
Stephanie gave out a sharp grunt as the tip of the needle did poke out of the other side of her nipple.
MacIntyre let go of the nipple with his thumb and forefinger, and used those fingers to pull the thick black string through the hole he had just made.
He drew the needle over to the other nipple and pierced that one quickly.
He drew the string around and tied it so that it was taut between her nipples.
He then gripped the center of the tight black string and gave it a little tug.
"Imagine how easy it would be for me to tear your nipples wide open right now, my little sweetie-pie," MacIntyre said.
But then he let go of the string and stood up by the side of the bed.
"But no, I think I will tend to your cunt first. Yes, I have something interesting in mind for your cunt."