THE END OF THE TRAIL

THE END OF THE TRAIL

The pair of kidnapped women receives a ruthless workout during a thunderstorm as they taste the whip and more.

Chapter Two

       Glancing down toward the bound and naked brunette lying across the dirt and scattered hay, looking back toward the frantic naked blonde bound to the beam, whimpering from the single stinging lashing, he drops the whip in the dirt and steps toward the brunette.  Tugging her arm, dragging her by the impaling butt hook, he gruffly slides her across the dirt to a reconfigured wooden pallet lying close to the ramshackle wooden stable wall.  Flipping her across the slates on her side, he unbinds the twine from the back of her collar and with a couple quick jerks, tugs the silver hook out from her rectum.

       Barely groaning, terrified to move, she continues to lay motionless while curled into a semi fetus position across the hard slates as she watches him toss the hook close to the pile of disheveled clothes.  Grabbing a couple ropes from the dirt next to the pallet, he double wraps a slip knot around her right ankle after jerking off the boot and loops it off around the bottom plank of the frame before tugging it from under the slates to her knee.  Spreading her knee out from her side, looping the end of the rope just below it, he tugs, jerks it tight, drawing her knee flat against the slate.  Flipping her onto her back he slips another slip knot around her left ankle after tugging that boot and tossing it and ties it to the opposite side, sliding the rope up from underneath and wrapping its end around her other knee, drawing it tightly downward toward the pallet.

       Her legs obscenely bowed, her hips painfully stretch further apart with each forceful tug until they’re virtually spread flat against the wood.  Stepping on the pallet above her head, lifting her by her shoulders and forcing her head forward, he uncuffs her wrists and stretches her right arm up toward the corner of the pallet.  Tying her wrist off he steps to the other side, jerks her left arm across the wooden slates and finishes tying that wrist to the outer edge of the frame.  Stepping off the pallet, he glances across her naked body now spread eagled naked on her back, inspecting his ties.

       Walking back over toward the whip, bending over to pick it up, he swings around in a continuous motion. “Swish!...Thwack!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Kathy screams as the pallet jerks in the dirt, her bound body bucking upwards in her rope restraints as the willowy leather snakes across her bare flesh from her inner thigh, across her spread slit, the very tip snapping across her flexing bellybutton.  The rustling sounds of birds in the rafters flutter down as the shot like echo reverberates.

       Twisting a quick half a turn, flicking his wrist, the whip curls toward the main support beam.  “Swish!... Thwack!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Linda’s scream picks up as Kathy’s trails off, the leather smacking across both her out thrust breasts just above one nipple, below the other, flattening her tit flesh as the end of the willowy whip curls around the beam.

       Turning back again he swings the whip overhand.  “Swish!... Thwack!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Another scream echoes across the barn as the whip slashes down across Kathy’s bare flesh from her shoulder to her thigh as she again twists and jerks the pallet in the loose dirt        .

       Another turn, another sidearm swing of the whip.  “Swish… Thwack!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Linda again screams as she closes her eyes, twisting her head toward the side of the post as the whip snaps across the upper mounds of her flailing breasts.

       Lowering the whip, stepping toward her while looping it in his fists, he stands just in front of her heaving breasts.  Slipping its supple leather cords across her chest, circling her welted mounds he watches the pinkish nipples puckering as he snaps the leather between his hands as he flexes his wrists.  Snapping the whip across her chest causing both breasts to swell out from between the pressing leather, holding the leather taut, he glances over the fresh welts already rising across her milky globes as her welling eyes gaze into his.  Rasping for breath, her naked body trembling, she flinches as a clap of thunder echoes from the hillside behind the barn as a sudden, harsh downpour rattles the tin roofing.

       The shadows darkening the barn prematurely as the summer storm rolls in, the air’s still musty and humid.  As he turns toward Kathy the sudden downpour drowns out their combining whimpers.  Stepping toward her with the whip trailing in the dirt dragging pieces of loose straw, her widening eyes dart across the barn as she struggles with her wrists, twisting and jerking at the binding ropes as the whip’s handle rises in his fist.

       “Three!”  He nods while stepping closer.  “Each tit separately.”  Again nodding toward each breast individually, he adds while flicking his arm over his head.  “But first…. That spread pussy!”  “Swish!... Thwack!”

       “Agghhhh!!!”  The shriek momentarily drowns out the rain as the tip of the whip curls between her outstretched thighs.  “Swish… Thwack!!!”  Her left breast flattens under the leather as another clasp of thunder coincides with her scream, the echoing rumble rolling up the hollow behind the barn.  “Swish… Thwack!!!”  “Aggghhhhhh!!!”  Her naked body flailing across the skid, splinters digging at her backside, her scream again pierces the barn’s nearly empty spaces as her right breast encases the twisting leather cord.

       Standing between her spread thighs he gazes at the bright red welts crisscrossing her drenched bare torso, her stomach rippling as she struggles for breath.  Watching her toes and fingers reflexively curling as the raw flesh of her wrists and ankles redden under the twisting ropes as she jerks her head back and forth across a slot in the wooden slates, he watches her trying to hide, to twist, to avoid the insidious beating with the bullwhip.  He’s amused at the sight of her quivering body, naked and spread-eagled beneath him, every muscle and tendon stretching and contorting from under her naked flesh, completely vulnerable to his sadistic whims.  Again he turns away and walks toward the front of the barn, exiting the creaking door.

       The women gaze back and forth, eyes swollen, red as they glance toward the welted naked flesh of one another.  Water tracing down the center beam trickles across Linda’s bare shoulders, streaking across her hollowed armpits and down her sides as continuous thunder mixed with occasional flashes of lightning rumble between the country hillsides as the summer showers become a full fledged thunderstorm.  Long minutes pass as their constant whimpers are concealed by the continuous downpour, both struggling unsuccessfully at their tightening, damp bindings.

       The barn door swinging open, slowly walking back toward the women, he carries a tackle box in his wet hand.  His clothes drenched, pressing across his tanned muscular body, he turns toward Kathy and drops the box next to the wooden skid.  Standing over her as he tugs his shirt up over his head, dropping his soaked trousers down off his legs, he slips his shoes off one at a time as he stands naked with an obvious erection.  Kneeling, sliding between her spread thighs as he grips a wooden slat of the pallet with his fists, he lets his shaft flip across her gapping slit, slapping across her protruding clit.

       Without a word he lets the engorging head of his shaft find its way between her moist labia folds as he does a parody of a pushup, pressing his feet into the dirt.  Just the crown disappears between her thighs as her hips reflexively jerk upwards, up off the hard wood causing his thickening rod to slip a couple extra inches inward, the shaft’s head totally enveloped.

       “Oomph!”  Twisting her head toward her side, grunting, Kathy struggles to clamp her thighs together. Utterly failing, the ropes digging painfully into her sensitive inner thighs, she feels his rod ram another couple inches inside her, continuing to fill her already gapping vagina.

       “Oomph!”  Another grunt, another couple inches of still swelling cock cramming deeper inside her and her hips again reflexively jerk as her widely stretched slit accepts his manhood.  Her breasts swaying, spreading toward her armpits, she arches, twists underneath his overshadowing body as she bites her lip.  “Oomph!”  A third thrust, longer and deeper and his nine inch shaft’s buried to the hilt, his scrotum slapping against the puckered sphincter of her rectum as again her breasts bounce, slap together as her nipples brush across his chest beneath his arched body.

       Her eyes tightly squinting shut, her vagina engulfed by his twitching shaft, she tenses her body underneath his as her fists clench, her toes curl as she’s fully mounted.  Struggling, stretching tautly at the binding ropes she feels him riding her, slowly at first, then quicker, harder, even deeper as he rams his body harshly against hers, his shaft grinding across her clit, pressing it upwards against the hard protruding bone beneath her pubic mound, his scrotum slapping between her thighs, spanking her buttocks, her puckered rectum.

       Holding her breath between guttural grunts, her backside pounding against the hard wooden slats spread horizontal beneath her jerking body, she feels his oozing shaft slip completely out of her trembling slit.  Her body momentarily relaxing back as she inhales, taking her first deep breath in quite a while, within an instant she feels the head of his throbbing shaft ramming, forcing its way with one sudden, powerful thrust between her ripping rectum.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  An instant, horrendous scream echoes through the barn as she’s certain she’s been torn open with the head of his shaft buried clear up to her womb.  Her hips pressed against the pallet, the back of her head pounding across the pallet, just as instantly he rips back, his shaft completely escaping the tight grip of her crimson tinged anus as he again kneels, then stands upright.

       Battered and torn, Kathy’s swollen eyes gaze toward his naked backside as he slowly and silently steps toward the center beam, the sound of the rain still pounding soundly across the barn’s roof as Linda’s taut, drenched body quivers against the flat wet wood, water dripping from her bare nipples, off her puffy pubic mound.  Her glazed eyes following him, glancing down toward his swollen, still erect manhood, she realizes what’s next.

       Jerking at her restraints, twisting against the wet post, the wet ropes dig deeper into her burning flesh as he steps directly in front of her.  Sliding his hands up across her shoulders, between her neck and up thrust arms, he lets his fingertips glide down across her symmetrical breasts.  Tracing a finger tip across the red welts under the wetness of the rainwater, he feels the thin bulge of the stripe streaking across her right nipple.

       Pressing his hips forward, his erect shaft slips between her spread thighs.  Eerily quiet, squeezing both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he flexes his hips, the engorged head of his shaft slips into her puffy vulva, easily up inside her spread slit dripping water.  Staring into her eyes, she stares blankly back as her body tenses, presses back against the flat surface.

       Again a series of rumbles fill the valley.  The fresh downpour of rain across the roof blocks out her low murmurs and grunts as his shaft glides in and out of her wet vagina a couple inches deeper with each thrust until his pubic mound smacks against hers in a consistent rhythmic motion.  Lowering her head as he melds her breasts while methodically thrusting in and out of her, she accepts his assault as she turns her face towards Kathy.  Watching her struggling spread-eagled across the wooden skid, her naked body glistening as she twists and jerks, her body bowing, arching up off the pallet, her hands and feet turning a discolored purplish shade, it’s obvious that resisting seems fruitless, and painful.

       A couple more thrusts and she feels his body twitching against hers as he presses her against the post.  His cock throbbing deep inside her, his hips flinching against hers as he hoarsely grunts, she can feel his hot cum spurting deep inside as he grips and twists her aching breasts.  Momentarily hesitating, sliding his hips back as he straightens and stands, he turns back toward Kathy, leans down to the tackle box, disregarding his climax.

       Kneeling beside her, opening the lid to the box he pulls out some twine and begins wrapping it several turns around the base of her left breast while cupping her swelling globe across her nipple with his left hand.  Nice and tight, he uses a second strand and begins wrapping the base of her right breast.  Satisfied with their swollen dimensions, the areolas taut and the nipples flattened, he reaches in the box and pulls out a fishing leader wire and hook.  Her eyes widen as he grips her left breast and without the slightest of hesitation, jabs the razor sharp tip through the base of her nipple.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Her scream’s more like an animal’s wail as the pain shoots through her thumping breast.  Jerking, twisting at the ropes binding her, she feels his hand gripping her right breast and sadistically jabbing a matching hook through its nipple.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Another guttural scream as her body jerks at the skid, her wrists and ankles beginning to bleed from the stretching ropes digging into her torn flesh.

       Hysterical, struggling through the pain, her body trembles as he tugs on the lines forcing her to lift her shoulders forward to rest on her elbows as her wrists stretch toward the sides of the skid.  Pulling down on the leader wires, tugging at her bulging breasts, he slips the wires between her bowed legs and wraps the ends against the bottom of the skid forcing her back to remain arched upward off the slats as her breasts flex.

       Smiling back toward the terrified Linda as she quickly turns her head away; he again reaches in the tackle box and pulls out a spool of fishing line.  Holding the end of the strand and tossing the spool up over a beam centered across the pallet and few feet above them, he catches the spool in his bare hand.  Selecting a couple more leader hooks, tying one off on each end of the dangling fishing line hanging down, he squeezes her cheeks together with his fist as he forces her tongue out from between her parting lips, jabbing a hook through the center of her tong

       “Agghhhh!!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  More guttural shrieks as her breasts jerk at the hooks as her head’s forced even further forward as he nonchalantly tugs on the other end of the line.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Aaaggghhh!!!... Aaaggghhh!!!”  Rasping, hoarse screams follow one on top of the other as with her incredible mounting pain she feels her clit painfully tugged up from between her quivering thighs by his fingernails, the hook jammed against its side and rammed through its stretched flesh.  “Aaaaggghhhhhhhh!!!”

       Standing, stepping back a step he watches her struggle not to rip the hooks from her flesh as she attempts to somehow relieve the incredible pain wracking her naked, contorted body.  Closing the tackle box, stepping aside, he turns toward the equally terrified Linda.  Glancing into her widening eyes, he scoffs as he glances back toward his work.  “Well, how’s she looking?”

       Barely able to glance toward her friend, yet unable not too, she watches Kathy’s drenched,  trembling body rising painfully upward on the pallet, semi-squatting, hunched on her elbows, knees spread apart as the lines stretch her swollen, global mounds by her impaled nipples down toward the pallet between her spread thighs.  Just as hideously the other set of hooks on the line stretching over the overhead beam forces her to lift her face upward, her tongue tugged out from her yawning mouth toward the crossbeam above her as she arches her shoulders, her clit stretched equally upward across her thrust out pubic mound from her gapped slit.

       Mortified her fingers frantically clench and spread apart as the heels of her feet grind across the bottom of the skid as her abs ripple across her bowed, hollowed stomach.  Pain wracked her virtually naked body spasms, jerks painfully on the pallet as she rasps with each halting breath, saliva drooling from the corners of her quivering lips.

       Again glancing back toward Linda’s swollen eyes, listening to the rain starting to slacken on the metal roof, the echoes of the thunder fading up the hollow mixing with Kathy’s rasping grunts; he taps on the tackle box under his arm and smirks.  “I’ve got more surprises in here for you!”

End Part Two