Chapter 7
Poor little Stephanie was in horrible, pained agony as she looked down through wet eyes to see the string going right through both of her nipples.
She could feel her nipples swelling from the abuse they had received.
She knew that the whole speech about infection had been bullshit.
If the man who called himself Baron
Brutal had really been worried about infection he surely would have used alcohol.
Or else he would have certainly put a lit match under the needle before piercing her.
But he had used a dirty needle and dirty thread. Stephanie knew that MacIntyre didn't give a shit about infection.
She could tell that her nipples were going to turn black and blue.
Even if, by some miracle, she escaped her fate of agonized death, her nipples were going to be very sore for a good time in the future.
MacIntyre admired his work for a moment and then returned his attention to the black leather bag.
The bag was sitting on the bedroom floor right near the door, and it was already unzipped.
The evil man bent at the waist and peered into the bag.
Molly could see that MacIntyre's cock was getting bigger again.
It was starting to throb as it dangled between his muscular thighs.
His prick got a little bigger each time it throbbed. Molly could tell that it wouldn't be long before the man had a raging erection once again.
MacIntyre could feel his balls starting to ache when he thought of how much pain the little girl was in.
There was nothing like a good double nipple pierce to give MacIntyre Symms a hard-on on the spot.
He rummaged around in the bag until he found what he was looking for.
It was a shiny black leather glove, which he held or a moment in front of his face.
He snapped his fingers and Molly responded by walking to his side.
"Sister Savage, I would like you to put this glove on my right hand please," MacIntyre said very formally.
"Certainly, Baron Brutal," Molly said still chewing the same piece of now flavorless chewing gum.
She knew what the black glove meant and she had to admit that she was looking forward to watching this part of the torture.
She put the glove on his hand and pressed between all of his fingers to make sure that it was on as tight as possible.
She adjusted the glove where it rested around his thick wrist.
She then lowered her arms and her head, and gave a polite bow.
Molly walked backwards back into the corner of the bedroom to watch.
MacIntyre stood at the foot of the bed and looked at Stephanie's cunt.
He could see that the inner and outer lips were parted.
Her skin was shiny from all of the cold sweat that had oozed from her pores.
There were little bumps along the insides of her thighs, another symptom of her acute anxiety.
The little girl with the big tits and the flowing chestnut hair was writhing on the bed as hard as she could.
Even thought the process was exhausting, she strained against the ropes that held her in that vulnerable position.
She was not going to allow the man the satisfaction of watching her surrender.
She was not going to give up. She would not submit.
Stephanie was determined more than ever to struggle as much as she possible could right up to the very end.
All of this was just peachy with MacIntyre Symms.
There were few things that he liked better that watching pretty little virgins squirming in fear and pain.
He liked it especially when he knew there wasn't a chance in the world that they would escape.
MacIntyre turned away from the little girl for a moment.
He took a few seconds to glance around the girls' bedroom.
Everywhere were the symbols of innocence and purity.
MacIntyre Symms could not help but think of the poetry of William Blake at that moment.
He knew that Blake had been right when he said there were innocent people and experienced people. There was no in between.
One was either a lamb or a tiger in this world. He was a tiger. The girls he raped were lambs.
He looked at the clock sitting on top of the night table.
The clock sat between the lamp and a glass of water with many bubbles in it.
It was a white digital clock with baby blue numbers in front of a black field.
He could see that it had already passed nine o'clock.
He knew that they weren't lying when they said time flies when one is having fun.
He had already been in the house for two hours, and it seemed like he just got there.
MacIntyre returned his gaze to Stephanie. He loved the way she looked with her legs forced open that way.
He loved the way she strained to arch her back and lift her hips.
He knew that she was going to be a great fuck once he got around to shoving his pole into her.
It wasn't often that a man got an opportunity to pop two cherries in a single day.
MacIntyre Symms considered himself a very lucky man.
Not only would he pop two cherries, but those cherries belonged to two of the most delicious teenage girls he had ever seen.
He ran the forefinger on his gloved hand up the inside of Stephanie's damp, red thigh.
He started way up near her knee and ran his finger all the way to the edge of her puffy vulva.
"Sweet, sweet virgin cunt," he said in a low voice.
He was so horny again that his salivary gland was out of control.
He had to concentrate on swallowing frequently to keep from drooling over his full lower lip down onto his chin.
"It's a crying shame what I'm going to have to do to this sweet virgin pussy right now," MacIntyre said.
But Stephanie could tell by the tone of his voice he didn't think it was a shame at all.
She had no idea what he had in mind, but she knew that it was going to be horribly painful.
Just when the sharp pain in her nipples was starting to fade, he was going to find a way to give her new pain.
She wanted to spit out the ball gag so she could tell him he was a sick man and that he needed help.
He ran that single finger up and down her pussy slash, watching his own finger carefully.
He loved the way the black leather looked as it glided across her puffy pink virgin pussy flesh.
"Let me explain the rules to the game we are about to play, my dear," MacIntyre said with an inward smile of amusement.
Stephanie didn't want to hear what he had ' to say, but she also knew there was no way she could keep from listening.
"This game is called, let's see how much fits inside the big-boobed teenagers cunt. The object is for me to get my whole gloved fist up inside your cunt. As you might suspect, that is going to hurt a great deal. Your cunt will have to stretch further open than most women's have to ever. There are grown woman who cannot handle a fist up their twats. Of course some women love it. They love the feeling of being totally filled up by a fist covered in black leather. Isn't that right, Sister Savage?"
"It sure is," Molly chimed in. "I love it. Ummmmmm."
MacIntyre smiled broadly, flashing two rows of straight white teeth as he did so.
"But this may not be your cup of tea. It will be interesting to see how your virgin cunt reacts to such an awesome violation."
He got that single finger in the center of her pussy and began to caress the edges of her inner cunt lips gently.
Then he worked that finger between those lips. Her inner cunt lips were curled back at the edges.
He leaned over further so that his face was between her open thighs.
He was looking right into the parted lips of her cunt.
He loved the way her tight little pussy looked, with its perfect inverted triangle of chestnut colored pubic hair growing above it.
MacIntyre was used to looking at cunts that had hair growing on their outer lips.
Both these sisters were bald alongside their vulvas, and also between the cheeks of their sweet asses.
He loved the way they looked. Pink and hairless. The lack of pubic hair over much of their private parts made them look younger and more innocent.
They looked just like the perfect lambs. Perfect targets for the tiger.
He used his first two fingers to pry open
Stephanie's inner cunt lips.
He pushed those two fingers between those lips and he could feel his fingertips pressing against the thin wall of membrane that had for so long protected the buxom young teenager's maidenhead.
Stephanie found herself remembering how she thought about her virginity.
She remembered feeling that her cherry was precious, and how she restrained herself during long masturbation sessions, to preserve it for the man she chose to be her first lover.
If she had know that her cherry was going to be popped in this savage manner, she would have done things a lot differently.
First of all, she would have had sex with any boy who wanted her.
She would have gathered all of the divine experiences she could.
The thought of impending death turned Stephanie into an existentialist.
She wished that she had broken her own hymen during those many sessions where she gave herself spectacular physical pleasure, always bringing herself slowly to an incredible orgasm.
But that was not the way it was going to be, and Stephanie was very sad.
She couldn't talk herself into getting pleasure from her own rape the way her little sister had.
There was no desire in Stephanie's loins to take the edge off of her unadulterated despair.
MacIntyre began to press his fingers between her inner cunt lips further.
He could feel the cherry stretching at that point.
He knew that that hymen could stretch only so far before it would tear.
He pushed his fingers in a little further and he could tell her protective membrane was stretched as far as it could go.
Stephanie's eyes were so wide they looked like they were going to pop right out of their sockets.
She could feel the pain in her cunt already. She knew that the pain she was feeling at that point was nothing.
It was mild compared to the pain she would have to endure if MacIntyre did what he said he was going to do.
She knew that there was no way he would be able to get his whole fist up inside her cunt without doing a lot of damage.
Even a small fist would have done a great deal of damage to her tight virgin cunt.
But MacIntyre had big hands. Stephanie found herself thinking about the woman who called herself Sister Savage.
She had said that she could take MacIntyre's fist up her cunt.
And she had said that she loved every minute of it.
Stephanie wondered what kind of cunt it took it do something like that.
Stephanie wondered how the woman had gotten to the point where her cunt was stretched far enough for her to do that comfortably.
But her train of thought was broken by an incredibly sharp pain between her cunt lips. She felt as if she had been stabbed in the pussy by a hot knife.
It was her hymen tearing away. MacIntyre's two fingers now moved all the way inside her cunt, touching the little girl in places she had never been touched before.
Stephanie thought about the fantasies she had had about being penetrated for the first time and this made her emotions go wild.
She was very angry and sad, and fresh tears spilled from her eyes.
Her smooth cheeks were already stained by the tracks of her tears.
Now new tears left new stains from her tear ducts down to the corners of her forced open mouth.
Stephanie's jaw had been forced open by the cruel ball gag for a very long time.
It didn't ache as much at that moment as it had before.
But she knew that that was because the muscles had gone through such abuse that they had become numb.
It the ball gag had been removed right then and there, she knew that she would have a lot of trouble closing her mouth.
Her jaw felt as if it were permanently locked in the open position.
Even if she were able to close her mouth, she knew that it would be a long time before she would be able to speak properly.
Stephanie could feel blood in her cunt, oozing from her recently opened wound.
The blood dripped slowly and thickly from the base of her cunt.
In ran into the crack of her ass where it cooled and hardened.
MacIntyre got his two fingers all the way up inside her pussy, penetrating all the way to the third knuckle.
He then reached up and pressed hard at the dimpled mouth of the little girl's cervix.
Stephanie was breathing very hard and her nostrils were flaring each time she tried to inhale.
MacIntyre twisted those fingers around and moved them in and out. He could see blood on the black leather glove.
The sight of more blood made MacIntyre very happy and he could feel his huge cock snap to attention in front of his hips.
He added a third finger, which stretched the inner cunt lips even further.
There was a little moisture forming inside her pussy, which aided in the penetration, but there was no ache of desire accompanying that secretion.
With three fingers, resting side by side, working slowly in and out of her bleeding cunt hole, Stephanie figured that her pussy lips had stretched as far as they would go.
She could feel her inner love tunnel being opened and stretched by those fingers.
When MacIntyre added his pinky, the pain started to roll up her spine into her brain, making her want to scream bloody murder.
She grunted hard and he face turned beet red as MacIntyre placed his thumb in the center of his palm, and began to press his whole hand inside.
MacIntyre could tell that it was going to take all of his strength to get his whole hand up inside that tight cunt.
He placed his big feet firmly on the bedroom floor.
He turned his body sideways for better leverage.
He got the weight of his huge torso behind his hand.
His right arm was straight, the elbow locked into position.
His face turned red, betraying the exertion he needed to do the deed.
For a moment his hand did not move, but then he felt the flesh give way.
Her pussy tore and there was more blood oozing from the base of the slit.
Then his hand went inside, and only his bare wrist was sticking out.