Chapter 8
Many thoughts went through Stephanie's head as she felt the pain of having her pussy stretched open to the breaking point.
She wondered just how much damage was being done to her.
She knew that the flesh had torn open and that she was bleeding.
But she wondered if there were wounds being opened that wouldn't heal.
She wondered if Baron Brutal was causing permanent damage.
It occurred to the little girl that she may never be able to have babies.
But then she realized that such fears were on the silly side.
What difference did it make how much damage he did to her cunt?
If she was only going to be murdered after the rape, then it made no difference whatsoever.
But there was still something inside the little girl's brain that said she was not going to die for a very long time.
She wasn't in touch with her own mortality enough to believe that her own death at such a young age was possible.
She figured a miracle had to occur at any second.
A knight in shining armor would have to gallop along on his white stallion at any moment to save her and her sister.
Ah, but such are dreams. There was no knight in shining armor in Scottsville.
And Stephanie knew just from reading the papers every day that gurdian angels often fucked off on the job.
The second MacIntyre got his hand all the way up inside Stephanie's cunt, he began to close his fingers.
He did this slowly, feeling the open wounds getting bigger as he slowly clenched his hand into a tight fist.
Once he had his fingers completely closed he began to twist his fist, so the grossly open cunt hole would stretch this way and that way.
But after doing this for awhile, plus working his fist in and out of her cunt a little, his cock was so hard and throbbing so violently he just had to get his prick up inside that bleeding honey pot.
He pulled his fist out of the cunt and held the gloved hand up in front of his face.
He liked the way the black leather looked with the crimson blood on it.
He opened the finger and saw that the blood made strings that connected the fingers.
He smiled and snapped his fingers, which was Sister Savage's cue.
She came to his side and wordless licked all of the blood from the glove.
She looked hungry and wanton as she used her thick tongue to lick between the fingers of the glove.
Then she pulled the glove off of his hand and put it back in the bag.
MacIntyre leaped up on the bed and sprawded right on top of Stephanie.
His weight fell on the string that connected her nipples.
This caused some tearing of the nipple flesh which only added to the little girl's intense agony.
She could feel his huge cock throbbing as it was pinned between their abdomens.
He placed his hands flat on the bedspread on either side of Stephanie and lifted his hips up in the air. She could feel the tip of his cock in her chestnut colored pubic patch.
Then MacIntyre moved his hips again and got the throbbing glans to his penis between her inner cunt lips.
He knew that he was going to have no trouble getting his huge rod all the way inside her pussy.
His gloved fist had done all of the tough work, and now his cock was ready to enjoy a smooth ride in that hot bloody cunt.
He pushed down with his hips and felt his cock slip easily into her steaming poontang hole.
He didn't bother to start out fucking her slowly, and steadily increase the pace as he went along.
He fucked her as hard and fast as he could right from the word go.
MacIntyre knew that he would be able to fuck her for a very long time.
He could tell that he was going to be able to maintain his erection with no trouble.
With two orgasms already under his belt, the edge had been taken off of his lust.
He felt as if he were in complete control of his body at that point.
He would be able to pump her hard and fast, and bring himself to his third climax very slowly.
He could also tell that the little girl was not going to respond to the fuck the way her little sister had.
Stephanie could feel her cunt lips being pulled out and pressed back in by the motion of his humping penis.
But she felt no pleasure. She knew that the cruel way he had treated her had taken away any chance he might have had of turning her on.
She heard an ugly splashing sound as he thrust his steaming hard long prick into her repeatedly.
She knew that that was the sound of her own blood being moved around inside her love tunnel by his rod.
She just tried not to think about the pain, and hoped that he would finish soon.
Although it took a long time, MacIntyre finally had his orgasm and pumped his silver seed into the little girl's cunt.
He was very tired, since he had had to fuck her hard for a long time to get himself off the third time.
He needed a long time to catch his breath, but when he did he pulled out and immediately knew what he wanted to do to the little girl next.
"Prepare for the water sports!" he said to Molly.
She nodded and pulled a huge enema bag out of the black leather bag on the floor near the door.
Police Chief Ronald Kentner drove his car over to his partner's house. Officer Jay Warren was already dressed and heading out the door by the time Kentner pulled into his driveway.
"What's the word, Jay?" Kentner said as Warren climbed in the passenger side of the squad car.
"We plowed through the phone book. There are a lot of people that think they got a crank phone call because we hung up if we heard a calm recognizable voice. There are ten homes that didn't answer and one in which the line was dead," Warren said.
"Which one was that?" Kentner asked, one eyebrow raising into a sharp arch.
Kentner had thick eyebrows that joined in the center.
"The Simpson house on Maple," Warren said, lighting a cigarette.
"I was just by there. There were lights on upstairs, none downstairs. I guess everyone retired early. The girls are probably out and the folks went to bed, if you know what I mean."
"Then the car was in the driveway?" Warren asked, pulling smoke through the filter of his cigarette deep into his lungs.
As he exhaled he puckered his lips and blew three perfect smoke rings into the air.
"You know, I'm not sure," Kentner said. "You've got a list of the houses where no one answered the phone?"
"Right here in my pocket, Ron," Jay said. "I guess we should just go through the list. I hope this is all just a false alarm."
"Notlikely. We'll go to the Simpson house first. God, I wish I'd looked for a car in the driveway."
"I'm surprised you remembered which lights were on. You must have passed fifty houses on the way here."
"I'm paid to remember details," Kentner said. "That's why this bugs the shit out of me. If the folks are gone then the two little ones are in there alone."
He threw the car into gear and left a long patch of rubber on Jay Warren's driveway as he tore toward the Simpson house.
In the upstairs bathroom Stephanie woke up once again and found that she was standing in the bathtub.
She looked up and she could see that her wrists were crossed and tied to the shower nozzle.
The ball gag was still in her mouth but her feet were no longer bound.
She was so short that she had to stand on her toes to cross her wrists on the shower nozzle.
Her calves were already starting to ache and she wanted to lower her heels to the tub.
But her arms were stretched straight over her head, and if she had attempted to relieve the pressure in the backs of her legs she would have torn her shoulders out of her sockets.
Stephanie did not like the idea that she couldn't see her sister.
It occurred to her that Sarah might already be dead.
That was a thought so horrible to deal with, so Stephanie tried to thrust it into the back of her mind.
Instead, she concentrated on her own predicament.
She blinked her eyes several times until she could see properly and looked to her side where she could see the evil man and woman hovering over the sink.
The enema bag was made out of red rubber and there was a black plastic cap on the top.
Coming out of the bottom of the bag was a long rubber hose.
At the end of the hose was a nozzle that was thickest at the tip, designed to rest inside the sphincter.
Since the nozzle was skinniest at the base, the ass muscle would grip at the skinny part and the thick tip would stay inside the ass-hole.
Once inserted, that nozzle would only come out if the hose were given a sharp tug.
MacIntyre rinsed the enema bag off and unscrewed the plastic cap.
There was a clamp on the hose to make sure the water did not flow out prematurely.
He turned on the faucets and adjusted the temperature until it was just right.
MacIntyre liked to give his enemas just short of scalding.
He filled the bag all the way to the brim, so that no more water could possibly fit without causing it to spill over the top.
He replaced the cap and pulled the whole thing out of the sink.
Molly attached the full bag to the pole that held the shower curtain and allowed the long hose to hang limp.
"This part of our game is toilet training," MacIntyre said with a grin.
Stephanie did not know a whole lot about enemas.
She knew that her mother and father kept an enema bag in the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper.
But she could never remember the thing being used.
She knew that enemas were used to help constipated people take a shit.
But she had always figured that modern laxatives had rendered such things obsolete.
She knew that enemas were still used on old people in the hospital.
And she had heard that barium enemas were used to diagnose intestinal problems.
But she had never heard of an enema used in a sexual context, and she had certainly never thought of enemas as a method of sexual torture.
"Let me explain the rules of this game to you, my dear," MacIntyre said, reaching into the tub so he could gently stroke the smooth cheeks of Stephanie's round supple ass. "I am going to put this plastic nozzle deep into your ass-hole. Then I am going to remove the clamp from the hose and the water will start to flow into you. You will want to shit the water right away. Ah, but that is not allowed. Your task is to not let a single drop of water leak out of your ass-hole until the whole bag has been emptied into you. There is so much water in this bag that you may think there is no way it will all fit inside your bowels. You may be right. Certainly the walls of your bowels will have to stretch to let all the water in. There will be pain. Oh yes. There will be a great deal of pain. You will feel as if you are going to burst, and yet you will not be allowed to release the pressure. You see, if you fail, if you have an accident and make a dirty mess before I tell you it is okay, I'm afraid I will have to remove your right eyeball with my pocketknife. That's just to give you inspiration. I want to make sure that you are trying your hardest."
With that MacIntyre grabbed the base of the enema nozzle with one hand and Stephanie's nearest ass cheek with the other.
He tore her tender buttocks apart and ran the plastic nozzle up and down the crack of her sweet ass.
He did this until the tip of the nozzle was pressed against Stephanie's pink asterisk of an ass-hole
Then, with a single hard flick of his wrist, he drove the nozzle deep into her butt hole making the little girl shut her eyes hard for a moment.
MacIntyre gave the hose a gentle tug just to make sure that the nozzle was inside her ass-hole securely.
Just as it was supposed to, her tight sphincter gripped the base of the nozzle very tightly.
He was satisfied that the insertion had been made properly.
Stephanie looked down and saw that the black thread was still connecting her nipples.
Her nipples ached with a throb, and she could see they were starting to discolor from the damage that had been done to them.
She could feel the strain in her calves getting worse.
Her arms ached from being forced high up over her head.
She had lost all feeling in her jaw from the ball gag long before.
MacIntyre removed the clamp from the hose and the hot water began to run into Stephanie's bowels.
For lack of a better place to put the clamp, MacIntyre attached it to her nipple, which was already in pain.
Just as MacIntyre had said, Stephanie had an urge to shit the water back out of her ass immediately.
But when she thought of the penalty for failure, she knew that she had to fight as hard as she could to keep the water inside.
She quickly determined which muscles she had to relax and which ones she had to tighten to do the job.
She knew that the most important thing was to keep her ass-hole gripped around that nozzle as hard as she could.
She could tell that the pressure on her sphincter was soon going to cause her unbearable pain.
But she would have to keep that muscle tensed anyway.
The alternative was much too awful to think about.
By the time the bag was half empty, Stephanie was sure that no more water could possibly fit up her ass.
Her face was horribly contorted and bright red from pain and exertion.
She looked over her shoulder at the man and woman in the bathroom with her.
She was a little upset by the fact that her torturers didn't seem to be paying too much attention to her.
In fact, as the water slowly ran deeper into Stephanie's intestines, MacIntyre turned to Molly and decided that she had been a good assistant and deserved an award.
He kissed her firmly on the lips and Molly was in Heaven.
She didn't receive affection from MacIntyre very frequently.
But when she did she savored every moment of it.
The kiss started with lips closed, but those lips soon parted.
They touched the tips of their tongue gently together.
Molly ran her hands up MacIntyre's naked back to the nape of his neck.
He ran his right hand down her side until he found the slit at the side of her red tight dress.
He got his fingers inside the side of her dress, and caressed her inner thigh.
Molly gasped as she felt his fingers running slowly up the inside of her thigh.
His fingers were constantly getting closer to her pussy.
Molly was on fire with desire by that time. Her loins burned.
She had watched quietly as MacIntyre fucked the little girls.
She had sucked his cock and licked blood clean from his glove.
But she had been given no pleasure and her cunt was a pot of boiling honey by the time he finally touched it.
Her cunt juice was hot and MacIntyre could feel that her pussy flesh was as swollen as it could get.
He penetrated her pussy with three fingers for a moment and then got her erect clitoris on the tip of his forefinger.
Molly had an unusually large clitoris. Her love button looked more like the penis on a small boy.
He moved that clit around in a circle, gently at first, and then pressed down hard on it with his finger.
That was all it took to tip the curly headed blonde woman over the edge into a blissful series of sharp contractions.
She pressed her hips forward, urging her sex master to press her clit harder with his finger.
He flicked his forefinger across her huge spasming little man in the boat as hard and fast as he could.
Molly's screams of pleasure echoed against the white tiled walls of the bathroom.
After her orgasm was over, there was a moment of tenderness between the two.
He placed his wet forefinger in front of Molly's sweaty face.
She took that finger in her mouth and sensually sucked her own cunt juices off of it.
Molly loved the way her own cunt juices tasted and she used her tongue to roll over that finger, looking very much like she was pretending to suck cock.
When the finger was clean and the flavor was gone, MacIntyre and Molly heard Stephanie making straining noises in the back of her throat.
The enema bag was empty. She had taken the whole load.
MacIntyre smiled and crossed his arms as he looked at Stephanie.
"That's a good girl," he said. "You have managed to empty the bag without spilling a drop. I guess your eyeball is safe. At least for a little while."
He reached out and got the hose to the enema in his firm grasp.
With a sharp tug he pulled the nozzle out of her straining ass-hole.
"RELEASE!" he screamed with a grand gesture of his arm.
Stephanie looked down and could see that her belly was bloated outward.
She was feeling incredible cramps down there from the abuse her bowels were receiving.
MacIntyre's word was the sweetest one Stephanie had ever heard.
She clamped down on all of her diaphragm muscles at the same time.
She relaxed her sphincter, and heard herself make a thunderous fart.
The initial blast of enema water spewed from her stretched hole.
It shot the length of the tub and splattered against the white tiled wall behind her.
The whole room stank horribly from her enema water.
After that first blast, the rest of the water landed in the tub.
Stephanie looked down and saw her chubby little toes swimming in the stained water.
She was completely exhausted and she didn't know how long she would be able to support her own weight.
She knew that her shoulders would be injured severely if her legs gave out.
The last bit of enema water rolled down the backs of her legs thickly.
"Cut her loose," MacIntyre said with an amused smile.
Molly cut the rope that held Stephanie's wrists to the shower nozzle.
The muscles in her legs gave way and she fell hard into the tub.
She sprawled on her back, not caring that she was getting covered with her own stinking enema water.
For the first time since the two sadists had arrived in her home, she was awake and there were no ropes holding her ankles and feet.
For a moment she thought that this was her big opportunity to escape.
But that thought only lasted a second as she realized she was too exhausted even to stand.
Her nipples were getting even purpler, the wounds in her cunt had stopped bleeding, but still hurt a great deal, and the muscles in her arms and legs were so strained she found it very difficult to move.
MacIntyre and Molly hovered over her, and any attempt to escape she might have made would have been squelched immediately and would have increased the severity of her punishment.
MacIntyre had to take another piss so he decided to use that fact to further humiliate the little girl.
He stood by the side of the tub and took his long flaccid cock in his hand.
He proceeded to urinate all over Stephanie, with a satisfied look on his face.
"Golden showers!" he said with a belly laugh, and Stephanie could tell she was going to cry again.
She would have thought that there were no tears left in her.
But out they poured and her whole body heaved with her sobs of despair.
When MacIntyre was done pissing he shook off the last few drops.
"Our work here is just about done," MacIntyre said.
Stephanie did not like the sound of that statement at all.
"Sister Savage, I would like you to clean up in here. Wash the little girl off and get rid of that odor. Then bring her back into the bedroom. I think we'll kill the one with the little tits first. I want big boobs here to watch that piece of the action. I think it will be fun to watch her as she sees her own sister being brutally murdered."
"Yes, Baron Brutal," Molly said and turned on the shower so she could wash Stephanie.
"Sadism is so much fun!" MacIntyre said gleefully.
He rubbed his palms together, and his deep brown eyes twinkled at the thought of the double murder he was about to commit.
At that moment a squad car with "SCOTTSVILLE POLICE DEPARTMENT" written on the side pulled into the Simpson driveway.