Parent's Vacation

Parent's Vacation

Chapter 1 – You win some, you lose some

       Stan and Jim sat in the glad of trees 200 yards from the home of the Andrew's family. Military buddies the two men were master's of camouflage and were invisible from the house.

“How much longer till the parents leave?” Stan muttered, careful to not allow any breath vapor to give away his position.

“Their flight is in 3 hours and it's a 45 minute drive, so I say within the next 15 minutes” Jim replied.

The Andrews had won an all expenses paid, Christmas vacation for 2 that took them on a walking tour of the holy land. The local newspaper had made a big story out of it, and Jim had seen the family picture on the internet. Now the paper hadn't just pictured the parents, but also their 4 daughters, and they were all knockouts.

The oldest Andrew's girl was 23 year old Amy, followed by 22 year old Sandra, 19 year old Tara and 18 year old Samantha. Knowing that the girls would be all alone on the families 50,000 acre Wyoming cattle ranch during the Christmas holidays, the buddies had started planning a few days off fun. The ranch was in the middle of nowhere, and the 5 mile private road to reach the house was gated so the men knew they wouldn't be disturbed while they enjoyed the girls. They had spent the last 2 weeks on surveillance and were ready for the parents to depart, leaving their poor daughters all alone and undefended. All 4 girls stood about 5'6” or 5'7” and the men had been able to learn a fair bit about their physical attributes during their surveillance.

Amy had dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and real nice DD tits (they had watched the girls change through the windows). Both Sandra and Tara where natural blonde's with green eyes, Sandra's D tit's being larger than Tara's C size rack. Samantha was the best of the bunch, she had Amy's hair with eyes that where almost unnaturally green, she also had a mammoth F rack on her that being only 18 was flawless.

Stan and Jim had meet in Iraq, and had bonded over the rape and torture of Iraqi girls while hunting insurgents. Upon returning to the US, they had both found it hard to adapt and had begun traveling the country looking for victims. These girls would be their 3rd group, and the men figured that they could spend 3 or 4 days raping and torturing before a neighbor or relative decided to come check on the girls. 10 minutes after they had spoke, the Andrew's parents walked out of the house and got into Mr. Andrew's pickup. As they pulled away from the house, Stan and Jim moved through the shadows towards the house. Jim moved towards the families Quonset hut, were the 2 cars the girls shared and the family tractor sat, while Stan circled around the house to where the phone line came in. As Jim cut each vehicles fuel line, preventing the girls from escaping, Stan cut the phone line to the house to prevent them from calling for help. The men didn't have to worry about cell phones as there was no coverage out here.

Then the two men approached the front door, ringing the door bell.

“Can I help you” Amy asked as she opened the door, wondering how somebody got past the locked gate. Her parents were paranoid about security and didn't allow unexpected visitors. She froze at the sight of the AR-15 rifle pointed at her face by Stan.

Jim moved quickly, grabbing Amy by the throat before she could scream and pushing her into the house, pulling his own pistol as he shoved her into the living room. The other 3 girls looked up, with Sandra and Samantha freezing and Tara screaming and trying to run for the phone. Jim shoved Amy onto the floor and yelled “Everybody freeze and you won't get hurt!”

Tara had reached the phone and screamed “The lines dead” before Stan moved ran at her and smashed the butt of his rifle into the back of her head, knocking her unconscious.

“Know if the rest of you want to escape with your lives” he said to the stunned girls, “lie down on the ground with your hands behind you”. All 3 girls co-operated, and while Stan covered them with his rifle, Jim quickly cuffed each girls wrists and ankles.

Securing Tara, who was beginning to regain consciousness, the men pulled the girls to their feet and sat them down on wooden chairs from the dinning room. Jim and Stan looked around the farmhouse. There was a long open space connecting the living room, dinning room and kitchen. The ceiling slanted upwards towards the center of the house, with the open beams being almost 15 feet in the center. Directly across from the door the men had entered from was a hallway, Jim quickly ducked down it to make sure nobody unexpected was there. He noted that there were 3 bedrooms and a bathroom down the hallway.

Returning to the living room, Jim said “Good evening Amy, Sandra, Tara and Sam” to the terrified girls

“How do you know our names?” Amy asked

'Slap' Jim smacked her across the face

“Rule #1, you will only speak when spoken too” he told the girls

“But” Amy tried

'Smack' again Jim slapped her face, then 'Whack' he backhanded her the other way

“Don't speak, period” he said

“God may have blessed your parents with a once in a lifetime trip” Stan said, “but the devil cursed you 4 slits with us. We are not here for money, or jewelry, but we will take those when we leave. We are here for your 4 bodies”

“And we don't just mean regular old sex either” Jim added, “we intend to rape your cunt's, your asses and your mouths”

Eyes bulging the girls stared at the men, terrified about what that meant. While the girls parents were religious, none of the girls were virgins but the were not what you would call experienced.

Stan smiled under his ski mask, “also, we are not going to be satisfied just raping you. You see your bad luck as resulted in the devil sending his torturers to play with you. That means we are going to hurt you, just for the fun of it.”

“but we will give you the chance to minimize your pain” Jim added, “obey our commands, satisfy our cocks and we will only hurt you a little” he lied, knowing that the suffering to come would be anything but little.

“Now you get to choose, life or death” Stan said, “we are going to uncuff each of you in turn, and you are going to strip for us. The better your strip tease, the less pain you will receive. Refuse to strip and you will die before we leave”. Stan then put his rifle away and pulled Amy to her feet, releasing her cuffs while she stood before them.

“Strip bitch and make it sexy” Stan ordered Amy stripped for the men, but her performance was at best awkward. When she stood naked before the men, Jim stepped up to her and slammed his fist into her gut

'Umppph' the air rushed out of her lungs, and she bent over. Quickly re-cuffing her, this time making sure her hands where attached behind her to the chair, he said “On a scale of 1 to 10, that’s at best a 2. I really hope the rest of you do better, or this might be more torture than rape”

Sandra and Tara stripped next in turn, both being worse than Amy with Tara getting a 0 from the men, however Samantha was a surprise. Despite being the youngest, she knew how to tease a man. Swaying her body, flashing her tit's and ass before pulling her clothes back down, she took almost 20 minutes to disrobe earning a 7 form the men.

“Now that is a strip tease!” Jim roared, grabbing her by the back of the head and pulling her mouth onto his, his tongue penetrating into her mouth. “Right now your suffering will be the least, except we will have to hurt you for trying to call for help” he smiled at her.

Chapter 2 - Tara

Grabbing Amy, Tara and Samantha's chair's the men dragged them out of the room, putting them in what was the bedroom Tara and Samantha shared. Returning, the men looked down at Tara.

“Seriously, a zero” Jim asked he helpless Blonde, “for that we take out our pent up frustrations on you first”. Quickly he uncuffed her hands from the chair and re-cuffed them behind her back, then he put her in a full-nelson, pushing her small chest out with his elbows. Stan picked up a pair of panties off the floor and stuffed them into Tara's mouth

“Scream all you want, we enjoy it” He said, pulling off his jacket and cracking his knuckles.

'Slap' he smacked her across the face with his right hand, then backhanded her the other way. He let his momentum carry him through and his left fist smashed into the side of her head

'Ompphh' she moaned into her gag, She could feel Jim's cock hardening in his pants behind her.

'Thud' Stan's right fist swung down and into her belly button, winding her,

'Thunk' his left fist found her right tit, the his right found her left.

'Agghh' she tried to scream

“Hold on man” Jim said, pulling his right arm free to undo his pants and free his cock. He guided it to her asshole and with his hand on her hip inserted himself into her.

'NNNNoooooo' she tried to cry but Jim kept pushing until his entire cock head was buried in her rectum.

“Fuck is she tight” he said as he resumed holding her

'Thud' Stan's fist slammed into her pubic mound, driving her back a little deeper onto Jim's cock

“And” his other fist connected with her mound, “a” punch, “little” another punch, “fucking” again “rude” his fist slammed into her completely burying Jim’s dick and causing her to spit out the panties in her mouth, “ass bitch”, his fist this time slamming into her gut again. “My friend here wants to ass fuck you, you say 'yes sir, may I please have another' not fight him” reaching down to pickup her panty gag, “and if you spit those out again, I will staple them in!”

Looking around the room, Stan's eyes fell upon a walking cane by the front door. He picked it up, he was metal but light. He smiled at the girl in Jim's arms, “Ready for a caning?” he asked.

'Twang' the metal cane smashed into her tits, across the nipples, crushing them into her chest.

'Uggghh' she moaned and behind her Jim's hips began to thrust.

'Twang' again the cane found her tits, Stan swinging it with an upward motion into the undersides of her breasts

'Twang', 'Twang', 'Twang' 3 more times Stan swung the cane through the air in large circles, each circle impacting the bottom's of her tits.

'Agghhhh' Tara tried to scream, her tit's throbbing with pain.

“Harder man, fuck her up!” Jim cried

“You heard the man”, Stan said as he brought the curved part of the cane into her gut with both hands

'Ommmph' she cried as it thudded home, then Stan pulled it back like a bat and swung. The curved end slammed into the inside of her left tit.

“Fuck yah!” Jim yelled and with his dick buried in her ass pushed her across the room until her hips slammed into the dinning table. Pulling her upper body up towards him, arching her back so that her tits stuck out, he began to pound her ass.

'thud' Stan swing the cane the other way, it's head burying deep in her right tit. Raising the cane above his head, Stan brought it down on top of Tara's left breast.

'NoooNoooNooo' she moaned, shaking her entire body to try and discourage Stan from striking her with the cane again.

'Thud' Stan had moved in front on the girl, dropping the cane, and punched her in the tit with his left fist, then his right, then his left again. Each impact caused the girl to clench down on the cock impaling her,

“Don't ever fucking say no to me” Stan roared, his right hand flashing out and slapping Tara across the face. Left, Right, Left, he slapped her 3 more times the pulled his right fist back and hooked it as hard as he could into her the side of her breast.

“Fuck Yah! Twist them, twist them off!” Jim yelled, approaching his climax

“With pleasure” Stan replied, grabbing her nipples between his fingers and twisting

'Agghhhh' she screamed, then Stan pulled up, another scream

Another scream, as Stan pulled up harder. Jim let go of the girls arms and grabbed her hands pushing them up into the air.

'Agghhh' 'Agghhh' she screamed, the pain in her shoulders exceeding the pain in her tits, with his free hand Jim swing his fist into the side of her right tit with a thud

Once, twice, three times he punched her tit, and then he let his fist slam into her rib cage with a a sickening crack. Everything went quite for a second, during which Stan release one nipple and pulled her gag out then

'Agggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh' a blood curdling scream exploded from her lips and her ass clenched. Jim's dick exploded, pumping his cum into her ass. When his dick began to soften, Jim pulled out of the girls ass and walked around to her tear covered face. Jim knew that he had cracked a rib, and the grimace on Tara's face every time she took a breath confirmed his diagnoses, too bad for her this was only the beginning of her suffering. “Like my dick clean of your shit and blood, or I have another go at your ass” he told the girl, and without waiting for a reply grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her open mouth. For a moment she did nothing, then she began to suck the mess off his dick.

Stan meanwhile had gone into the bedroom that they were holding the other girls in and was marching Sandra out, his hand lifting her onto the tips of her toes by her hair as she walked.

“You have a choice” he told the other sobbing blonde, “clean out her ass with your mouth for me or take her place”, looking at him with her green eyes in disbelief, he didn't wait for a response and shoved her face into her sisters ass now leaking cum and blood.

Jim let Tara clean is cock off for a couple of minutes until the sensation became unpleasant, he needed to recharge to he extracted his dick, stuck the panties back in her mouth and retrieved his pants. Stan still had Sandra buried in Tara's asshole, and was feeling up Sandra's ass with his free hand, so Jim left the room to search for potential torture devices in the bedrooms. When he returned, Stan had already put Sandra back in the room with the other girls and had flipped Tara onto her back, mauling her tits with his hands while rubbing the bulge in his pants against her snatch.

“Look what I found” Jim said, laying out his haul on a side table. His search had revealed a pair of thick leather belts, a sewing kit full of pins and needles, the girls mother's taser which she had hidden in her underwear drawer, and leather covered paddle strop the father used to sharpen his straight razor.

“Nice” Stan said, “but now it's my turn to fuck the bitch. Make sure to hurt her good”. Stan removed his clothes and walked over to the table. Grabbing Tara's hair, dragging her towards the couch were he quickly uncuffed her hands and pulled them up, so that they were behind her head, before she could react. Re-cuffing them together, Stan sat down on the couch, spun Tara around so her back was towards him and pulled her cunt down onto his cock.

“Wow is she tight here too” he exclaimed, holding her hands in place by the chain on the handcuffs he pressed his elbows into her back forcing her to stick out her tits

'Thwack' Jim brought one of the belts down across her tits,

'Agghh' she tried to cry out, her struggles only exciting Stan more.

'Thwack, thwack, thwack' Jim smacked the belt into her tits 3 times, before raising it straight up in the air and bringing it down on her inner left thigh.

'Agghhhh' she screamed, trying to stand up but Stan just yanked her back down on his cock.

“Harder” Stan said, enjoying how her cunt clenched when he thrust into her.

'Smack' the belt found her inner thigh again, Jim putting everything into it this time. Raising the belt again he began to alternate between her inner thigh and the tops of her tits, the first couple blows getting screams from the girl and then she just yelp each time the belt fell. After around 2 dozen blows, Jim started to fell winded and stopped. He returned the belt to the table and grabbed the taser

“Dancing time, you fucking whore” Jim said, pressing the button on the taser so she could watch the electricity dance between the electrodes.

“PleasePleasePleeeaaassseee” Tara moaned into her gag

'Zap' Jim rammed the taser into Tara's left tit, saying “Well since you asked for it so nicely”

'Aggggggggghhhhhhhhh' the scream that escaped her lips was music to the men's ears

'Zaaaaaaappppppppp' Jim engaged the taser again, this time holding down the button for a few seconds. Again Tara's world exploded into sharp pain.

'Thud' with his free hand Jim swung downwards, his knuckles slamming into the top of Tara's right tit

'Zaappp' his stuck the taser into her left tit and engaged it. Tara began to shake in agony, her body unable to process the sharp pain from the taser while the dull impact of Jim's fist spread through her chest.

Stan was bouncing the shaking girl up and down on his cock now, but Jim knew from his eyes that he was getting bored with this position. Jim went into the closet, and noticed that every single pair of female shoes was the same size. Choosing a pair of 'fuck me' heels her returned to the couch and said “Time for a little doggy style action, don't you think?”

Stan smiled under his mask and lifted Tara up, off his cock and threw her forwards. She landed on her knees and unable to get her hands out in front of her, her upper body body crashed into the floor with her ass in the air.

'Thud' Jim kicked the girl in the gut as she lay on the ground, “Get the fuck up you worthless piece of shit”, the force of his kick knocking her over onto her side. “I said get the fuck up” Jim roared, kicking her again I in the gut.

'Ommpphh' she gasped as his foot knocked the wind out of her, trying to get up on her knees. Jim had no intention of letting her up that easy, kicking her in the hip with the heel of his boot knocking her over onto her back, her legs sprawling wide.

'Crunch' Jim had brought his foot up and smashed his heel down on her crotch.

'Agghhh' she screamed and tried to curl up into the fetal position.

'Thud' Jim stomped down on the inside of her tit, grinding it into the carpet. “Get up!” he roared, grabbing her hips and pulling them up so that her pussy faced Stan.

'Splat' Stan's foot connected with her cunt from behind, “Get Up!” he roared and delivered another kick to her puss lips, before reaching down and grabbing the back of her head. With a yank he pulled the girl into the hair, holding her up for a second by her hair before throwing her backwards onto the couch. While she sat there, Jim knelt down and put the heels on her feet, grabbed her by the nipples and pulled her to her feet.

Spinning her threw her towards Stan, who caught the girl by the hair and marched her behind the couch, enjoying how the heels made her already nice ass that much better. Shoving her forward Stan bent her over the back of the couch, “Pass me something to tie her legs with” he called to Jim, who passed him an extension cord he spied near the TV.

Stan used the cord to tie Tara's legs together just above the knees. Experience had taught him that when fucking a girl from behind you could tighten up her pussy if you forced her to keep her thigh's together. Standing behind her, Stan rammed his cock back into her fuck hole and sighed with pleasure, “Fuck yah, now that is TIGHT!”

“Give me a target” Jim said to Stan, who pulled up on her hair, arching her back, so that Jim would have unfettered access to her tits and stomach.

'SSSStttooooppp' she tried to cry through the panties in her mouth, the pain in her back excruciating

'Smack' Jim backhanded the girl across the face, 'Slap' he brought his hand back the other way

“Stop?” he asked as he delivered another backhand, “never ask us to stop, you only get to ask for 'another please'”. Jim raised the taser in his left hand and engaged it in front of her face, “Now I am going to hurt you extra for that”

'Zap' he stuck the taser into her right tit, before swinging his right fist around into the side her tit.

'Aggghh' she cried in pain, Jim carrying his punch through her tit and then opening his hand and bringing the knuckles down on the top of it with a 'Smack'. Again he stuck the taser into her tit before following it up with a punch and back hand slap. The back of his hand began to sting after the 10th blow, and Stan was no longer casually fucking her from behind. His thrusts were now a steady rhythm, with each one he pulled her harder by the hair. Giving Tara one last shock with his taser, he put it down on the side table and walked over to the fireplace. He wanted something very solid, very heavy and the cast iron fireplace poker caught his eye. It was very old, probably homemade, with a solid wood handle as thick as a bat's. The metal shaft was twisted iron and unlike most pokers it was straight with no barbs jutting out to grab on to a log.

'Perfect' thought Jim, 'I can destroy this bitch's tits with this and don't have to worry about stabbing her to death'. Walking back over to the couch, Jim held the poker out across Tara's tits, like a baseball player lining up his bat. Pulling back he swung.

'Thud' the poker slammed across both her nipples, its shaft disappearing into her tit flesh. Tara screaming into her gag.

“Nice” Stan panted, his rhythm building as he fucked Tara from behind.

Again Jim pulled back, swinging harder this time

'Aggghhhh' Tara screamed, the shock wave from the impact causing her already cracked rib to send sharp spikes of pain through her chest. As Jim pulled back, Tara closed her eyes and braced for the impact on her tits.

'Omppphhhp' Tara's eyes bulged open as Jim brought the poker down across her stomach, just below her rib cage, every ounce of air in her lungs rushing out.

Swinging upwards with the poker, Jim connected with the bottom of her right tit. Allowing the pokers momentum to carry it upwards he raised it high into the air and brought it down across both her breasts with everything he had.

'Agghhh' she cried out, Stan now frantically slamming into her

“Punch her!” Stan yelled, “Gut shots, she clench's extra hard” he blurted out between thrusts.

'Slam' Jim's fists began to pound Tara's gut, one after another. He delivered about a dozen blows before Stan roared and dropped the girl, his hands grabbing her hips as his seed filled her cunt.

“Fuck that was good” Stan said, pulling his now limp dick out of her cunt.

Jim walked around to the front of the girl, and removed the panties from her mouth. “Say 'Thank-you Masters for beating this worthless piece of fuckmeat” he told her... and she did.

Chapter 3 – Amy

Stan dragged Tara to the bedroom that Sandra shared with Amy and tied her down to the bed, since the men didn't want her to be able to talk with her sisters. They would have heard her screams and torture through the walls, but it they allowed her to detail what had happened it would increase the chance of a girl fighting back. The men weren't worried that the girls could take them, but didn't want to have to kill one to maintain control. Jim checked to make sure the other 3 girls were secure in the other room and then the men proceeded to take a break, have a shower and eat some food. Jim put on the basketball game while Stan went outside to see what toys he could find.

Checking the barn first, Stan saw the families horses standing in their stalls. Going out into the paddock he saw that there was a heated water trough and hay in a feeder out there, so he released the horses. Stan liked animals and didn't want to see them suffer, unlike women who he viewed as being born to pleasure men. With the horses taken care of, Stan searched the barn and found a number of lengths of rope, a few riding crops and a bullwhip. Throwing everything into a bag hanging on the wall, he left the barn and walked over to the Quonset hut. In addition to housing the girls cars, and the family tractor, the Quonset hut was also the father's workshop. Stan added a few lengths of rubber hose, a long chain, 3 pairs of locking needle nose vice grips, a pair of alternator belts, a couple roles of duct tape, various sizes of alligator clamps, nails, tacks, a rubber mallet, a 2lb steel mallet hammer, and a box of welding rods that couldn't be more than 1/16th of an inch thick to his bag.

When Stan returned to the house, Jim was in the shower, so he laid out his collection of torture instruments out on the table. He knew that he probably wouldn't get a chance to use everything they found but this was one of the better collections they had put together. Jim and Stan had decided early on that besides handcuffs, they wouldn't carry any toys with them. The men knew that if they were stopped for anything, a torture kit would land them in jail for life. Therefore they thought it best to collect items from either the homes of the girls they raped and tortured, or to improvise items from their surroundings if they took the girls elsewhere.

Once Stan had the toys all lined up and ready to go, he started to feel anxious to get on with hurting the girls. Stan was only 27 years old, and was in peak condition. His 8 years in the military had honed his body to perfection and with that fitness came a heightened sex drive, something he knew that Jim didn't have since Jim was much older. Jim was 49 and had been in the military 24 years, he was the more calculating of the two and kept Stan from rushing in with a hot head. Jim also knew that he couldn't hold Stan back once they had their victims secured, so he accepted that Stan would spend as much time fucking and torturing girls by himself as with Jim.

When Jim stepped out of the shower, Stan asked him “Ready for another round? Or am I going at the next one by myself?”

“Kid, I am done for the night. You knock yourself out with either Amy or Sandra, but save me a piece of Samantha. I need to break a piece of that ass off myself” Jim replied, “I am going to flop in the master bedroom, pick a girl and make her sing me a lullaby OK?”

“Sure thing” Stan said, as Jim went to bed for the night.

Jim made some preparations in the living room before he entered the bedroom where Amy, Sandra and Samantha were secured.

“Who wants to be my next play thing?” he asked as he walked between Sandra and Samantha, his fingertips running over their tit's as he passed

“You sweetie?” he asked Samantha, “or how about you protect you little sister and take her place?” he said to Sandra. “No, no, I think that for tonight it should be oldest first” he said to Amy and quickly detached her from the chair. He left her legs loose but re-secured the handcuffs on her wrists in front off her. Marching her out into the living room, she say his modifications. The chain Stan had found in the Quonset hut was now secured to one of the overhead beams, the coffee table underneath it. Stan marched Amy up on top of the coffee table and standing beside her he lifted her arms up into the air, just above the point she would naturally be able to reach if standing on the ground and secured them to the chain with some rope. Getting down he pulled the table out from underneath her, so that she hung by her wrists with her toes struggling to find purchase on the ground.

'Ooohh' she cried, the cuffs digging into her wrists painfully.

“Honey, those cuffs will soon be the least of your worries” he said, grabbing her right ankle and wrapping a length of rope to it. He pulled her leg out to her side and wrapped it around a nail he had driven into the living room floor, then repeated the process on the right leg. Stepping back he admired his handy work.

Amy was fully suspended by her wrists, excruciatingly painful in and of itself, with her legs spread wide.  Her DD tits stood straight out from her chest, the minimal sag they normally had gone with her stretched frame, her perfect ass perfectly round behind her with a slight crease where the cheeks meet the backs of her legs. Stan had calculated correctly and the position left her level with his eyes, both her cunt and ass exposed. Since he was 6'3” tall, she was in the perfect position for him to bury his cock without having to lower her. While Amy hung, Stan moved around the room turning out all the lights. He had already lit a fire in the fireplace, and put both the poker and fire tongs into the flames to heat up. The light from the fireplace was somewhere between orange and red, 'perfect' Stan thought 'for hiding the damage I am about to do'. Stan preferred girls who looked perfect, and quickly bored of girls bearing the welts, bruises, cuts and burns of torture. Firelight he had discovered hid a lot of the marks, letting him hurt the girls harder and longer before boring of them.

Stan removed his clothes, he enjoyed letting the girls see his 10” dick harden as he tortured them. Jim wasn't uncomfortable around naked men but felt that the only reason to get naked was to fuck a girl, so he preferred that the men keep their clothes on unless fucking a girl, but Stan loved the psychological torture of nudity. Stan was also a true sadist, he couldn't even get hard unless a girl was being hurt. Jim would have had an erection the moment the men entered the house, but it wasn't until a few minutes into Tara's torture that the first stirrings in Stan's pants had occurred. His dick was limp now and he knew that Amy would wish she had gone first. It would take 10x more suffering to get him ready for his 2nd fuck of the night, and if he was feeling a 3rd fuck he would have to up it again.

Ready to start, Stan picked up a pair of satin lace thong panties off the floor and asked Amy, “Who's are these” rubbing the panties against his cock and then between his ass cheeks.

“Samantha's” Amy replied, wondering why the panties mattered.

“OK, then you won't mind holding them for me?” he said, stepping up to her and stuffing them into her mouth. He secured the panties with a piece of duct tape since he didn't want to wake Jim.

Walking over to the table holding all the torture instruments available to him, he debated on how to start, finally deciding on the strop paddle Jim had found. It was a foot long, not counting the handle, and covered in thick leather.

Moving with lighting speed, Stan covered the distance between the table and the girl in the blink of an eye. Bringing the paddle down across her ass, he heard her first cry of pain. Quickly spinning on the spot for added speed, he again smashed the paddle across her ass.

'Agghhh' she cried out, Stan just laughed. He knew that this pain was nothing compared to what was to come, and that he was just playing around before beginning the real torture session.

'Smack' Stan swung the paddle upwards, connecting with Amy's ass right above her legs.

'Crack' Stan had pulled down on the paddle, and brought it down on top of her left ass cheek.

'Ooohhh' she cried again, and Stan whirled his arm like a windmill bringing the edge of the paddle up between her legs.

'Agghhhhhhh' Amy screamed as the edge of the paddle crushed her pussy lips.

Pulling the paddle back, Stan swung it forward again, this time the leather smacked into the back of her left leg. Stan shuffled to his right and delivered an uppercut swing to her right leg before swinging the paddle downward onto the outer part of her right leg.

'Pllleeeeaaasssseee' Amy tried to speak through her gag, Stan just laughed at her, “Your right! I am being terrible to you! This is child's play, you need something much more painful, right?” he mocked her.

Stan returned to the table and replaced the paddle in his hand with one of the alternator belts. It was solid and heavy, and would hurt like a bitch to get hit by.

“Is this what you ass wanted?” Stan asked the hanging girl, winding up and bringing the belt into her ass

'Aggghhhh, Noooooo' she cried. Stan could see the deep red mark forming but the firelight danced on her skin and it looked good, unlike how he knew it would look under regular light.

'Wack' he brought the belt down in a back hand motion on top of her left cheek, whirling it around and bringing it down on her right cheek.

'Agghhh, Aggggghhhh' she cried, so to give her something that really hurt, Stan brought the belt up into her cunt.

'Agggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh' Amy screamed, having never experienced anything so painful. Stan stepped to her left side and with a backhand motion brought the belt down on her pubic mound.

'Thwack' the impact echoed in the room.

'Thwack' again he hit her with the belt, this time across her belly button.

'Thwack' another blow, this one an upper cut to her lower tits

'Thwack' a downward blow on top of her tits

Amy was just sobbing and yelping now, so Stan moved back a couple of steps. He wanted the next one to really hurt. Winding up, he threw himself forward and put all his strength into his swing. The belt connected across Amy's tits, right on her nipples, and a blood curdling scream tore from her lips.

With a huge smile on his face, and the first faint stirrings in his dick, Stan walked over to his backpack. From it he extracted a role of hockey tape and began to wrap his hands. There was nothing Stan loved more than to feel his fists sink into the body of a strung up bitch. In Iraq, Stan had discovered a talent for making suspected insurgents talk. String up one of their daughters and use her as a punching bag, while the insurgent was forced to watch. They almost always cracked withing 5 minutes of watching their little girls being pulverized, a few really committed ones had lasted until Stan had strung up a 2nd daughter. When Jim and Stan had started preying on American cunts, Stan had always found an opportunity to repeat his Iraqi performance's in the good 'ole USA.

Stepping in front of Amy, Stan cracked his tapped knuckles in front of her face.

“I missed my workout today, you don't mind helping a guy out do you? In boxing daily practice is important, so I should really get in a few rounds.” he said in a fake cheery voice, Amy shaking her head in protest.

'Thump' his right first buried itself in Amy's gut, the wind leaving her lungs as her eyes bulged. Stand didn't wait for her to catch her breath, he simply hooked his left fist around into the side of her right tit.

'Thwack' her right tit slammed sideways into her left, the shock wave rippling through the soft tissue.

Uppercut, gut, left tit, right tit, Stan went to work on Amy. He had enjoyed the Iraqi girls but big titted American cunt's were even better, the didn't expect to suffer and their bodies where softer, their suffering was greater.

Dropping his right knee Stan swung his fist upwards, his legs powering up to add to the blow, and he slammed his fist into Amy's cunt

'Aggghhhh' she screamed, so he delivered an uppercut with his left fist into the same spot his right fist and just occupied.

'Aggggghhhhh' again Amy screamed, obviously having regained her wind.

'Wham, wham, wham, wham' 4 punches in quick succession landed in her gut, each one sinking deep. Stan loved gut punching girls, seeing his knuckles disappearing into their flesh before rebounding out. Especially a girl like Amy, her stomach concave when strung up.

'Thud, thud, wham, wham, thud, thud, wham, wham” Stan's fists picked up the pace, first sending her tits flying to the right, then to the left before coming down back into her gut... then doing it again.

Stan was starting to get excited know, his dick was almost fully erect, and he grabbed the metal cane he had earlier used on Tara. 'To bad I already put the poker in the fire, this is a bit too light but I don't want to burn her yet' he thought as he swung the cane like a bat into Amy's pubic mound.

Pulling the cane back he swung it upwards into the undersides of her tits, the combination 'twang' of the metal and 'thud' of her breast music to his hears. Putting the cane down, he grabbed a set of pliers.

'Agggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' Amy screamed as Stan grabbed her clit with the pliers and with everything he had squeezed. He let up on the pressure and then clamped down hard again, locking the pliers closed. Amy screamed again and then just started to moan, but all it took was a twist and she was screaming again.

Stan kept twisting with his left hand, each twist causing the girl to scream in a new way, and stood up to look the girl in her beautiful blue eyes.

“Ready?” he asked, a confused look on her face. Stan jump up into the air, pulling her clit outwards and then fell towards the ground. All his body weight transferred to the pliers locked on to her clit and it stretched out, and out, until finally it ripped.

'Aggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh' Amy thrashed, and screamed

Stan was splattered with Amy's blood, her clit still locked in his pliers. He smiled, his dick now rock hard and pre-cum oozing from its tip. He walked over to the fireplace and grabbed the poker, it's tip glowed red.

'Agggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh' Amy's thrashing increased as Stan pressed the tip of the poker to the spot her clit had been. A sizzle of smoke and the smell of burning flesh rose from her cunt. Stepping back Stan was satisfied that you couldn't see the injury externally, and he needed to blow a load.

Grabbing the alternator belt, Stan walked behind Amy and wrapped it around her neck. She began to thrash harder in her bonds, although the belt wasn't anywhere near tight enough to seriously choke her. Stand grabbed her by the hips to hold her still she was bucking so hard he had trouble getting the head of his cock against her asshole, but finally his cock head pushed through her anal sphincter. New pains shot through her body but Stan didn't hesitant, he pulled hard on her hips and drove his cock deep inside her. Pulling out, until only his cock head remained buried, Stan quickly re-buried his dick in her ass. His balls slapped against her as he rapidly fucked Amy's ass, and her thrashing began to subside as she became accustomed to his fucking.

'Can't have her enjoying this' Stan thought to himself, reaching around her body and grabbing her nipples, 'too bad I can't reach those pliers' he added in his mind and twisted her nipples as hard as he could.

'Aggghhh' the sudden jolt of pain bringing a scream to Amy's lips, and causing her ass to clench tightly on Stan's cock.

'Thud' he had released her nipple and had hooked his fist around to impact the outside of her right tit,

'Thud' his left followed.

'Oooohhh' Amy moaned, the throbbing in her breasts increasing again as the tension in Stan's balls rose. He pulled his right fist back and fired a donkey punch straight into the back of Amy's head, her world exploding into stars. Grabbing the the belt around her neck, he cut off her air supply, thrusting hard into her ass as she struggled for air. Loosening the belt, he pulled it off her neck.

'Thwack' the belt in Stan's right hand slammed into Amy's upper back as his left hand pulled her hips towards him.

'Thwack, thwack, thwack' he repeatedly slashed the belt into her upper back, Amy just moaning in pain. Just as his dick was about to explode Stan reached down and pressed his finger into her destroyed clit, a blood curdling scream echoing through the living room as her ass clenched down so hard on his cock it cut off the flow of cum into her ass for a second.

Chapter 4 – Amy Again

Stan pulled out of Amy, his dick now limp and his balls drained, but he wasn't done with Amy. Her gorgeous DD's looked pristine in the firelight and be planned to really work them over, plus as an added bonus he knew that the nerves in her clit weren't dead. An hour or two of titty torture and he might be ready to fuck her, really hoping that each stroke hurt her burnt clit.

“Would you like me to take you down now?” he asked the suspended girl, “Stop torturing you while you hang by your wrists?” he added. Amy nodded, hoping her ordeal was over. “The do exactly as I say for the next few minutes, OK?” Stan asked, and when Amy nodded “Then don't make a peep until I tell you to”. Stan grabbed the tape over Amy's mouth and pulled it off, reaching into her mouth and extracting the panties he had used as a gag.

Stan wiped the blood and cum off his dick with the panties, then used them to clean up the mixture of blood and cum leaking out of Amy's asshole. “I am going to put these back in, try and spit them out and I will start all over again” Stan said to Amy, holding the panties up to her mouth and when she opened it he stuffed them in. Tearing off a new piece of duct tape, saying “Just to make sure they stay in”, he sealed up her mouth. James then grabbed a knife from the kitchen and stretching upwards cut the rope holding Amy's cuffs to the chain.

'Omph' Amy crashed face down onto the ground, unable to pull her legs together to break her fall. James grabbed a broom out of the hallway closet, unscrewed the sweeping head, and then dropped down to his knees straddling her lower back. He put the broom handle across her shoulder blades, then reached up and uncuffed her wrists. Starting with her right arm, pulled it back and hooked the elbow over the broom handle. Securing it in place with some rope, he repeated the procedure on the other arm.

The effect was that her chest was forced outwards and all her body weight crushed down into her breasts, the discomfort evident on her face. Stan could tell that Amy was trying hard to not show pain, obviously hoping Stan would be done after retying her, 'Too bad for her' Stan thought. Stan moved down her body and untied the rope connecting her right ankle to the floor. Leaving the other end connected to her ankle he bent her leg so that her heel almost touched her ass and tied her ankle to her thigh. Once her left ankle was similarly secured Stan pulled her up to knees by the broom handle across her shoulders and dragged her across the the carpet to the dinning room table.

He positioned her so that the bottoms of her tits rested on the table top and then looping a length of rope around her torso he pulled her tight to the table's edge, securing the rope under the table. Leaving Amy secured to the table, Stan went and moved all of the collected instruments of torture from the side table to the dinning table to make it easy to grab something he wanted.

“Round 2 bitch” he said with a smile, Amy's eyes filling with terror. Frantically she began to shake her head at Stan. “Oh, did you misinterpret me earlier?” he asked her, “I promised to stop torturing you while you hung by your wrists, not to stop torturing you all together. You dumb cunts really need to learn to listen” he added. Stan picked up a length of rubber hose, folding it in half so that the looped end dangled from his hand, “now this might sting a little”

'Aggghhhh' Amy screamed into the tape covering her mouth as the rubber hose slammed on top of her tits, an angry red welt instantly appearing

'Smack' Stan swing the hose around, again bringing it down on Amy's glorious melons. And again, and again he swung each blow leaving a new welt crisscrossing her tits.

Stepping behind Amy, Stan bent over a little so that he could reach her lower back and pulled the hose back.

'Smack' it landed across her back, just above her ass, a yelp of pain coming from the tortured girl.

'Whack' Stan put another welt on her back, and inch above the first. 'Whack, Whack, Whack' 3 more welts appeared but with each one the sounds of pain from Amy dropped as she became accustomed to the torture. Putting down the hose, Stan climbed up on the table, looming over Amy buck naked in only his boots.

'Thud' the heel of Stan's booth had smashed down on Amy's left tit, and he was grinding it into her flesh. Raising his heel as high into the air as he could, he brought it down on to her right tit this time. Standing on one leg, thereby transferring all his weight onto her tit, Stan began to twist back and forth.

'Agggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh' Amy screamed, she could see Stan's boot flattening her breast and each time he twisted her tit flesh rotated with his boot. Suddenly Stan jumped into the air, his back towards Amy, the pain in her breast being amplified by his launch. Pulling his knees up to his chest Stan slammed both heel's downwards, one landing on each tit.

'Ommpppphhh' Amy's tits were in excruciating pain, crushed under Stan's boots. The throbbing increased as the blood rushed back into them when Stan moved forward and off her tits. Spinning Stan kicked the side of Amy's left tit, the toe of his boot sinking in with a dull thud.

Jumping down to the ground, Stan picked up the 2lb steel headed hammer. “Time to tenderize those titties!” he cried has he brought the hammer down on her right tit. The head sunk in deep to the flesh, the entire table shaking with the impact

'Ooooohhhh' Amy moaned, her eyes bulging as the hammer struck. Again Stan raised the hammer, and again he smashed her right tit flat into the table. Amy started to pull on her bonds, trying to get away, but there was nowhere to go.

'Thud' a third blow on her right tit, quickly followed by 5 more. Her tit was quickly discoloring as the internal structures where smashed, Stan noticed a trickle of fluid dribbling out of her nipple.

'Aaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' Amy screamed has the hammer smashed down on her nipple.

Stan walked around to Amy's other side, grabbing her left nipple and lifting her tit up. Laying a handful of tacks, pointy side up, on the table he lowered her tit onto them.

'Wham' the hammer fell onto her left tit, driving the tacks underneath deep into her flesh

'Oooohhh, Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh' Amy moaned unable to process both the blunt blow from the hammer and the sharp pain from the tacks.

'Wham' again the hammer fell, and again, and again. Stan began to alternate blows between Amy's tits, enjoying the how Amy's body spasming as he destroyed her tits. As the discoloration increased, even the firelight could not hide the bruising, and finally Stan put down the hammer. Picking up the box of welding rods, he felt the tips. The rods were so thin that the tips felt sharp.

Stan went over to the stove and placed the rods across the burners, turning each burner up to the maximum. As the stove heated up the rods, Stan pulled on a pair of leather gloves, and then grabbed the first red hot rod. Returning to the dinning table Stan rammed the rod horizontally into the side of Amy's left tit near to where the breast meet the chest. The red hot metal caused the tit to sizzle as it entered. Stan kept pushing the rod into her tit flesh until it came other side but he didn't stop pushing and the rod entered the inner side of her right tit.

'AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH' Amy screamed, more pain than she had ever thought possible coming from her battered and now burnt tit. Stan stopped pushing the rod when he had fully penetrated both tits, and returning to the stove picked up another rod. Putting the tip next to the rod already skewering her tits, he slowly pushed it in. With this rod he took his time, pushing it in an inch before pulling it back a bit and pushing it deeper. Amy's was screaming wildly into her gag, the burning pain from her tit overwhelming her. It was when the 3rd rod was started to exit her tits that she couldn't take anymore and passed out.

Stan untied Amy from the table, leaving her secured to the broom handle with her legs doubled up. He pulled her up onto the table and lay her out on her back. Her head dangled off one side of the table and her ass off the other side. Filling a pot with cold water and ice cubes, he dumped the ice water on her face. Spluttering as she regained conscious, Stan moved around the room grabbing all the candles he could find.

Amy's eyes widened in terror as she awoke and realized that her ordeal was not a nightmare but real. Stan was lighting the candles he found and placed the larger ones around her body underneath the rods skewering her tits. The small tea candles Stan placed directly on her breast bone, between her tits and under the rods. Slowly the rods began to heat up, the burning inside her tits returning.

Stan's dick was hard again, and as he slid it into Amy's pussy she began to buck in pain when his shaft brushed her clit. Her cunt muscles spasming on his cock Stan slowly began to pump in and out of the girl. Grabbing a pair of pliers in each hand Stan latched on to the battered girls nipples.

'Aaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh!' Amy screamed as Stan twisted her nipples, using the pliers to pull himself deeper into her. She jerked in pain with each thrust, the pain from her nipples building on the pain in her clit. Stan's pace was building as he fucked Amy, but since he had already cum twice tonight he knew he would be able to hold on longer than normal. Locking the pliers in place, Stan picked up the rubber mallet.

'Thud' he brought the mallet down on Amy, landing it on her gut, and then raised it to strike again. Stan wasn't aiming at this point, he was just beating the girl at this point.

'Wham, wham, wham' the mallet fell landing on Amy's stomach and tits. Feeling his balls tightening, Stan dropped the hammer and began to punch downward into Amy's stomach.

'Oooommmmppphhhh!' the air exited Amy's lungs, her brain going into panic mode. Her tits where burning, her clit was sending sharp spikes of pain up through her body with everyone of Stan's strokes, and now the impacts on her stomach were preventing her from breathing. For 2 minutes Stan pounded Amy before his dick spurted another load into Amy.

Chapter 5 – An unexpected Interruption

Stan dragged Amy into the same room they had dumped Tara, he didn't bother to untie her. She was a mess and he didn't think Jim would want a go at hear, not when they still had Sandra and Samantha to play with. He left the room and eyed the couch for a few hours of sleep

Suddenly there was a pounding on the front door, Stan froze were he stood naked in the living room. Jim came darting down the hallway, wearing only his boxers, the AR-15 in his hands.

“What the fuck?” Jim whispered to Stan, “It's almost 3am, who the fuck could that be?”

“I don't know, they expecting somebody?” Stan replied, looking out the a corner of the window. An complete knockout punk looking girl stood there. She was short, maybe 5'2”, was wearing a pair of 'fuck me' heels and a mini-skirt to show off a perfect pair of legs. She had spiked black hair, with a pink streak in it. Stan couldn't guess at her tit size due to the jacket she was wearing, but there was a distinct bulge across her the chest of her jacket. The kind of girl men across America would drop a boatload to fuck for one night.

Again she pounded on the door, “Amy, were the fuck are you?” the girl yelled, “Open the fucking door and explain why you didn't show at the bar tonight! I drove an hour to get here and am not leaving without an answer, I really fucking hate being stood up!”

Jim smile, “Open the door and let her in” he said quietly to Stan, raising the AR-15 to shoulder height. Stan stood with his back to the wall beside the door and opened it less than an inch.

The girl pushed the door open and stormed into the house, freezing when she saw Jim's rifle leveled at her.

“Welcome to our little party, honey.” Jim said, “What would your name be?”

The girl looked around, and saw a naked Stan moving to stand at her side. “Who the fuck are you?” the girl said, a tinge of fear in her voice.

'Wham' Stan's fist landed in the girls kidney, causing her to bend over in pain, “my friend here asked what your name was” he told the girl.

“Lindsey” the girl stammered

Stan noticed that the girl was wearing a black leather collar around her neck, grabbing it he pulled her upright, asking “And why are you here Lindsey?”

“I am looking for my girlfriend, Amy. She stood me up at the club tonight” Lindsey said, her eyes fixed on Stan's cock. Flaccid it was well over 7 inches long and swung between his legs.

“Well we have kept her busy with a little party here”, Stan said letting go of her collar and going over to grab a length of rope. He yanked her jacket off her shoulders, threw it aside and grabbed her right wrist. Tying her wrists together in front of her body he said “and I think you should join us”.

“Should I put her with the other girls?” Stan asked Jim, he was tired after Amy and wanted to get some sleep.

“No, I think I will keep our new little hottie here entertained for awhile. I slept while you had some fun with her girlfriend, so I don't want her to feel left out” Jim replied, putting down the AR-15 and stepping up to the girl.

“Amy, were is she? What have you done to her?” Lindsey yelled

'Smack' Jim backhanded the girl across the face, “Don't speak unless we tell you to, or we will hurt you” thinking about how he was going to hurt her anyway. Grabbing the girl by the collar he marched her over the the chain that still dangled from the ceiling and pulling her hands up secured them to the chain. He then knelt down secured her legs apart, using the same nails in the floor that Stan had used to secure Amy's legs. Her bondage was looser than Amy's had been but Jim preferred to give a girl a little bit of room to twist.

“Sure you don't want a few rounds with her?” Jim asked Stan, who was heading down the hallway. “Nope, she's all yours but I am calling dibs on the Master bedroom. Since your up and at it, you get the couch when you are done” he called over his shoulder.

Jim grabbed a knife from the kitchen and approached Lindsey, saying “Stay still, I don't want to cut you “ and then adding “yet” under his breath too quite for the girl to hear. Lindsey was wearing a tight fake snake skin mini-skirt,  a pair of thigh high stockings and a sequined covered tank top. Jim thought he might leave the stockings in place but the skirt and top had to go. A few quick slices of the knife and Lindsey was down to her matching lace thong panties and bra. Jim ran the knife up between Lindsey's tits and with a flick of his wrist the bra cups split apart and her tits popped out. The where better than nice; they where firm, D size, small aureola’s, and they jutted straight out from her chest. In short her tits were perfect. Two more knife flicks and the bra was in Jim's hand.

Tossing the bra aside, Jim moved all the toys from the dinning table back to the side table and returned to Lindsey. He grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled upwards, lifting the girl up off the ground until the rope securing her ankles caught her. He continued to press upwards on her panties until finally they tore free.

“Please, please don’t rape me” Lindsey begged, but Jim ignored her and instead just stuffed her panties into her mouth and added a piece of tape across her mouth to ensure the panties out. “Honey, I am going to do much worse than just rape you” Jim finally replied his eyes roaming up and down Lindsey's body. Lindsey's body was amazing, toned , hard and not a single blemish on her perfect skin. The Andrew's sisters may have all been 9's but this girl was a perfect 10. His cock was already hard just looking at her, “She won't be blemish free for long” Jim thought, 'but were should I start'?

He looked at the torture instruments, but decided none of them would do for this bitch. He wanted something that blunt as he didn't want to damage her skin just yet and if he started with a hammer this girl wouldn't last 20 minutes. Looking around the living room, he had a moment of inspiration. Going to the closet he looked at the closet rod, it was a solid wood one about 7 feet long and sat in a pair of supports on either side. Lifting the rod off its supports he dumped all the jackets hanging on to the ground. It was 7 feet long and solid wood. Where Stan was young and could beat a girl with his fists for as long as he wanted, Jim was older and finding that his stamina sometimes lacked when compared to his desire to inflict pain. He had therefore found it advantageous to choose instruments of torture that did their damage without requiring a lot of strength or energy on his part. Items like the closet rod in his hands were perfect, it was almost identical to a quarterstaff. He knew that he could hurt Lindsey for hours without getting tired, since big swings could be interspersed with quick solid devastatingly painful strikes.

'Thump' he swung the rod like a bat, impacting Lindsey in the gut

'Oooommmmph' the air left her lungs

With a spin, Jim whirled the rod through the air and slammed it across her back right below the shoulders

'Uuugghhh' a grunt came from Lindsey's lips

Jim allowed the rod to slide through his hands, holding it in a classic stick fighting position with his shoulder width apart, and delivered a pair of quick pair of blows to her rib cage

'Thump, thump' the rod impacted with the girl's torso. Jim the swung his arms back and rammed the end of the rod deep into her belly

'Oooommmmpppp' what little air she had managed to suck in came rushing out, Jim rotated the rod and brought the other end up vertically smashing between her pussy lips with the sound of metal hitting wood echoing into the room

'Aaaaghh' Lindsey tried to scream but hardly any sound came out. Jim reached down and felt Lindsey's pussy, there was a piercing right above her clit

“My, my, we are a naughty slut” he said to her, swinging the rod in a backhanded motion with one hand and connected with the undersides of her tits, “I think you deserve punishment, don't you?” he said before spinning 360 degrees on the spot and slamming the rod across her gut.

'Ooooommmppphh' again the air left Lindsey's lungs. Jim stepped back and delivered a kick straight to Lindsey's cunt.

'Ugghhh' she tried to get something out, her lungs empty of air.

'Thump, thump' another pair of quick blows landed on her ribs, one to each side.

'Ooooommmmppp' Jim had connected with her gut again, right on the solar plexus

'Twang' another blow to her cunt, the metal piercing echoing off the wood

'Thump, thump' a pair of harder blows landed on Lindsey's ribs, then

'Twang' and hard blow straight up between her legs, this one lifting her up off the ground a bit.

Jim settled into a rhythm, landing a pair of blows across Lindsey's ribs followed by a shot to her pussy. Each series of blows getting a little harder, but Jim was careful to not break anything just yet. He wanted to take his time with this one.

Finally Jim put down the rod as Lindsey was getting use to his impacts and picked up one of the belts from the table, the buckle on the end was a huge oval, the kind they give out as prizes at rodeos. Wrapping the end of the leather around his hand, the buckle swinging freely at his side, he circled the defenseless girl.

'Whack' he brought the buckle down on her ass, a large red oval appearing where it landed on her butt cheek. Raising his arm into the air as he moved to her side, and brought the buckle down on her right tit

'Plllleeeaaasssseeee' Lindsey tried to beg, but Jim was having none of it, spinning the buckle on the end of the belt through the air he brought it upward into her cunt

'Clang' the metal buckle connected with her piercing, swinging the buckle again Jim again landed a blow on her cunt, and again, and again. 2 dozen blows in a row connected with Lindsey's clitoral piercing and surrounding tissues. Jim finally stopped swinging the belt buckle into Lindsey's cunt when the swelling reached a point that the buckle no longer found the piercing.

Jim didn't stop swinging the belt though, he simply reversed the direction of his swing and brought the buckle down on top of Lindsey's left tit.

'Pppppllllllleeeeeeaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeee' Lindsey tried again and Jim let belt dangle at his side, for a moment she thought he was stopping but then

'Slap' Jim’s free hand slashed across Lindsey's face

'Wack' he backhanded her in the other direction

'Smack' he slapped her face again, then another backhand to her face.

“I don't want to hear your pleas, just your screams, you stupid little piece of shit” he told the girl, her eyes full of tears, and he swung the belt buckle around landing it on top of Lindsey's spiked hair. Her eyes rolled back but she didn't pass out, Jim returned to the side table and put the belt down.

'Crack' Jim had picked up the bullwhip Stan found and snapped it's end into Lindsey's back

'Aggggggggghhhhhhhhh' she obligingly screamed for him

'Crack' again Jim snapped the whip, a second welt appearing on Lindsey's back. Rapidly snapping the whip, Jim delivered 4 more quick blows to Lindsey's back.

'Agghhhh' Lindsey scream continuously as the blows rained down, she had never felt anything this horrible the sharp pain of the bull whip feeling like fire.

Jim loved bullwhips, a good quality whip requires nothing more than a flick of the wrist and this one was very good. Each time he snapped the end into Lindsey's flesh, the crack of the whip filled the room followed by a delightful scream of pain. Jim knew that Lindsey's back would feel like it was being burnt with hot irons, although there where only 5 welts neatly spread between her shoulder blades and the small of her back.

'Crack' again Jim snapped the whip, this time to Lindsey's front side, landing the blow across the tops of her tits

'Aggghhh' she screamed, this time seeing the impact, the whip landing on her tits and sinking in before her flesh rebounded and pushed the whip out.

Another flick of the wrist, and another crack filled the room. The welt this time was forming underneath her breasts above her stomach.

'Aaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' Lindsay screamed, a third flick of the wrist and the whip and landed across both nipples

“Shit man, can't sleep with that whip going full force” Stan said from the hallway, striding into the room. He had put his pant's back on, but was still shirtless.

“Well then, I guess you will just need to join in for a bit” Jim said, holding the whip out to Stan

“I think this one should get the same treatment I gave her girlfriend, would you like that?” Stan said looking straight at Lindsey. Ignoring the frantic shaking of her head, Stan picked up the roll of hockey tape and began to wrap his fists.

'Crack' Jim snapped another blow from the whip into the undersides of Lindsey's tits, then said “aren't you excited? My friend here is going to join in on our fun games” nodding towards Stan. “He is young and buff, so you are in for a treat. Hundreds off girls have screamed their heads off for a chance to be beaten by his fists, and really with a body like yours how can we say no?” he continued to taunt her, “just think it won't be long before his knuckles are sinking into your flesh, finally putting this body to the use it was born for. After tonight it will never be the same”

Jim picked up the belt off the table, this time holding it by the buckle. Stan was advancing on Lindsey, his hands up dangerously.

'Thud' Stan's fist buried itself in Lindsey's gut, her eyes bulging as all the air in her lungs again left

'Smack' the belt landed across the top of her perfect bubble ass, Lindsey unable to even scream Stan had winded her so perfectly.

'Thump, thump, thud' A flurry of punches found their targets, one to each breast and the final one to the gut to keep the girl winded

'Smack' the belt landed on Lindsey's ass again, slightly below but over lapping the first blow which was already turning red.

'Thud, thud, Thud' 3 more blows, the first finding its mark on the poor girls pubic mound, the next back into her gut before finally the 3rd one landing pack on her mound

'Smack' again the belt fell, Stan and Jim alternating blows. For 20 minutes they beat the girl, Stan making sure to land regular blows to her gut to keep her lungs burning. Jim steadily turned her ass red with the belt. Finally Jim put down the belt

“If you don't mind, I would like to give her the most painful fuck of her life now” Jim said to Stan, as he landed a final blow to the gut

“Fine with me, but you'll need to hurt her a heck of a lot more than she is now to make the fuck hurt enough” Stan replied, stepping back from the girl

“Oh, don't worry about that.” Jim said with an evil smile on his face, “take her hands down” he said as he picked up the closet rod again.

Stan unhooked Lindsey's hands from the chain, and as soon as he was holding the rope tying them together, there was a loud crack as Jim brought the rod down across the back's of her knees.

'Oooohhh' Lindsey tried to cry as she dropped to her knees.

“Hold her up on her knees and arch her back” Jim told Stan, moving to stand beside the girl. Stan held her arms straight out and pushed them back, Lindsey being forced to arch her back to avoid her shoulders dislocating.

'Thud' Jim had delivered a kick straight to the gut of the kneeling girlfriend

'Ooommmpphhh' Lindsey exhaled

'Thud, thud, thud' Jim wound up 3 times and his boot slammed into her gut.

'Crack' Jim had pulled his aim up and kicked the girl as hard as he could in the rib cage, her lower ribs cracking.

'Aaaaggghhh' even with her lungs empty, Lindsey screamed

'Crack' higher up the ribs he kicked again more ribs breaking, then switched sides

'Crack, crack' two kicks and the ribs on her other side broke.

“Pull her up on her knees” Jim said to Stan

Stan walked forward, pushing the girl's arms further behind her and pulling her body upwards. He put his boot between her shoulder blades, pushing her tits out for Jim. With her body painfully arched forward, Jim could see all 12 of her ribs. The bones were all in place, so he knew that they were cracked not completely broken and she wasn't going to die on them from a punctured lung.

'Thud' Jim's boot crashed into the girls gut

'Ooommmppph' Lindsey's eyes bulged,

'Thump' again he kicked her in the gut

'Splat' his 3rd kick found her swollen cunt, as did his 4th and 5th. Jim reached down and grabbed Lindsey's nipples, pulling her upwards by her tits. Stan removed his boot so that the girl could get up on her feet but held on to her hands. Dragging a stumbling Lindsey over to the dinning table, Jim pushed her backwards until her ass touched the edge of the table and then with a strength that surprised the girl slammed her down on her back.

“Hold her down” Jim ordered Stan, who scooted around to the other side of the table and held Lindsey's arms down. Jim meanwhile was grabbing rope, the closet rod and both the hammers from the side table. He quickly tied her heels to her thighs and ran ropes from her knees to the table legs, forcing her legs to remain spread.

Picking up the closet rod he held it by the end, and standing so that he could just reach Lindsey with the other end, lined up the rod with her hip bones

'Crack' he brought the rod down with everything he had, Lindsey trying to shuffle herself out of the way unsuccessfully

'Crack, crack, crack' 3 more times he smashed the rod into her hips. Stepping up to her, he ran his hands down her ribs.

'Eeeeeehhh' a high pitched squeal escaped from the girl as Jim's fingertips pressed on each of her cracked ribs in turn but nothing happened when he pressed on her hip bones.

“Guess those stood up to the rod” he said, picking up the steel hammer, “but can they resist steel?” he added as he brought the hammer down on her right hip

'CRACK!' the hammer smashed into her hip bone, Jim knew instantly that it was broken as there was no sharp point when he rose the hammer again

'CRACK!' her other hip shattered, Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out a cock ring. This was the only rape toy he carried with him. The cock ring could be tightened once on his dick, and Jim found it let him last significantly longer inside a girl. Sliding the ring on his shaft, he tightened up all the way, 'no point in cumming early' he thought as he positioned his cock against Lindsey's swollen sex.

He began to press himself into her and Lindsey began to scream, her cunt had swollen so much from its beating Jim actually had trouble getting his cock inside. When his was finally buried inside her, Jim pulled the tape off her mouth and removed the panties. He wanted to hear her scream.

'AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH' Lindsey gave Jim what he wanted when he pressed his hands down on her hips, leaning forward as he began to pump in and out of her Jim got a scream with every thrust.

Jim picked up the rubber mallet (he figured the steel hammer would kill the girl) and smashed it down on her right tit

'Thud' her tit flattened under the blow

'Thump' he smashed her left tit'

'Crack!' 'Agghhh' Lindsey screamed, as Jim smashed her collar bone with the mallet. Jim was pounding into her furiously now, his balls so tight they would have already cum if not for the cock ring.

Smash, smash, smash, Jim pounded on Lindsey's chest with the mallet no longer caring were he hit her. Finally even the cock ring couldn't hold back his seed and he exploded into her.

It took a minute for his cock to soften, but finally Jim pulled out.

“You still get the couch” Stan said, removing his own pants, “but I want a quickie fuck with her too”. His cock was rock hard as it hovered above her face.

“Now slut, I am going to give you a choice. I fuck you on those broken hips, or you give me the best blowjob ever.” he said to Lindsey, “so either open your mouth our I start fucking you”.

Lindsey's mouth opened right up, she didn't think she could bear another fucking. Stan slowly inserted his cock and began to fuck her face, his hands mauling her sore tits as he did so. He had no intention of leaving this to a blowjob, he just wanted to feel her warm mouth on his dick for a few minutes.

After about 5 minutes of face fucking the girl, Stan pulled out and said “That was piss poor. Fucking time it is”

“No please, please” Lindsey tried to beg, but Stan just grabbed her by the knee and flipped her on her front, pulling her hands up to arch her back.

'Ooohhh' she moaned as her body weight pressed on her broken bones. Cutting her legs free, Stand pulled up on her hips to get her standing

'Aaaaaggggghhhhh' she screamed as his hands dug in, and then she felt his cock head entering her asshole. Compared with the pain in the rest of her body the intruder in her rectum was nothing, until he pressed down.

'AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH' the edge of the table dug into her broken hips, radiating pain throughout her body.

Thump, thump, thump, Stan pounded into the girls ass. Jim's beating of her had gotten him amazingly hard, since when Jim decided to really go to work on a girl he went beyond anything Stan had every tried. The broken hips was something he would have to do another time.

Stan had an idea, his hands still holding on to Lindsey's

'Crack' he pulled her pinkie finger sideways, dislocating it

'Agggghhhhhhhhhh' she cried, new pain flooding through her

'Crack' another finger went, Stan was struggling to hold on his dick wanting to explode

'Crack' he wrenched her wrist till it broke, her body going into spasms and his cock exploding.

Chapter 6 – The Last Hurrah, Sandra goes first

Stan and Jim dragged Lindsey into the room where they had dumped Tara and Amy, having fun dumping her body on the still bound Amy in the 69 position and securing them together with some rope. The men then got some much needed sleep.

Waking late the next day, Jim said to Stan, “I expected to have a couple of uninterrupted days here, but Lindsey showing up last night might have thrown a wrench in things”

“Oh?” Stan asked, “it was the middle of the night when she arrived, I doubt anybody will be looking for her anytime soon”

Jim tossed the cell phone he had pulled out of Lindsey's jacket pocket to Stan, “there might be no service out here but check the last text message she sent”.

Stan looked down at the phone, the last text message read 'Amy didn't show and her phone is not working. Going to her house to check why. Will call tomorrow night'. Stan looked up at Jim and said “Shit, when that call doesn't go through somebody is going to come looking for her... and if they disappear too we will have cops crawling all over our asses”

“Exactly” Jim said, “its already 1pm and I figure if nobody hears from Lindsay by say 5pm they will come looking. If we want to make sure we are long gone from here by then, we need to be done and gone in the next couple of hours”

“And the two girls we have left? 2 hours ain't enough time to work them both over.” Stan pointed out, “we could take them with us” he added

“No way in hell, when they come looking here they are going to find these cunts and then the hunt will be on. The girls can't identify us, we wore these ski masks the entire time, but they might be able to tell the cops when we left. That will give them a search radius to find us. We need to make sure that there is nothing on us to link us to this place”

Stan nodded, his anger rising, “your right.. what should we do with them then?”

“I see two options” Jim said, “we can either work them over simultaneously or just work one of them over and then take off, leaving the other. I just want to take a shot at Samantha, we have been saving her hard body and giant tits for last. One last hurrah with her body and I will be ready to go. Do you want to work Sandra over at the same time?” he asked

“Not if it means I don't get a shot at Samantha, but I hate the thought of leaving Sandra unscathed” he said, “so I have a third option. You start on Samantha, and I hold nothing back on Sandra. 15 or 20 minutes of nothing but beating her to a pulp. Maybe a quick fuck and then I join you with Samantha.”

Jim thought for a second, “works for me, hell take all the time you want with Sandra”. With that the two men entered the bedroom where Sandra and Samantha were secured. Jim unhooked Samantha from the chair and marched her out of the room, her hands still cuffed behind her, leaving Stan with Sandra.

Stan looked around the bedroom, he hadn't really examined the room earlier. It was reasonably large, with the girls furniture spread around the outside of the room. Stan's eyes immediately fell on one of the two desks in the room, as there was a field hockey stick leaning up against the side of it. 'Jim must not have searched this room' Stan thought to himself, picking up the stick. It was light, maybe a little over a pound, and made of some sort of composite material. 'Perfect blunt weapon' Stan thought.

He put the stick down on top of the desk and began to take his clothes off, his eyes never leaving Sandra's body. Her body was beautiful, nice clear skin and her really nice D cup breasts heaving away on her chest. Normally Stan would take his time with her, but Lindsey had screwed that up. Stan felt his anger rise, somebody would have to pay for her transgression and today it would be Sandra. This wouldn't be pretty, he didn't have time to work her over so he was going to go straight into destruction mode. Stan dropped his clothes outside the room, and closed the door behind him.

Walking up behind Sandra, he removed the handcuffs holding her legs and arms to the chair effectively freeing the girl before stepping around to stand in front of her.

'Wack' his right hand shot out, smacking Sandra hard across the face

'Crunch' his left fist followed, connecting  with her jaw and sending her sprawling onto the floor.

'Uuuggghhh' a grunt escaped her as she hit the carpeted floor

'Thud' Stan kicked her hard in the gut, pulling his foot back he kicked her straight in the tits

'Aaagghh' Sandra cried out in pain as his boot crushed her tits into her breastbone

Reaching down Stan grabbed her hair with both hands, simultaneously pulling upwards and spinning around he threw the girl against the wall with a crash

'Thud, thump, thud' Stan had moved with her and landed his left fist in her gut as she hit the wall, his right fist swinging upwards to catch her chest as she tried to bend over and then is left fist again burying itself in her gut. Sandra collapsed forward onto her knees, her hands clutching her stomach.

'Crack' the field hockey stick slammed into Sandra's exposed ribs, unable to cry out in pain Sandra just collapsed onto her side.

'Thud' Stan delivered another kick to her gut, before bringing the stick down like an axe on her hip

'Aaaagghhh' she screamed, feeling the impact resonate throughout her body. Stan again grabbed her hair and threw her at the wall, this time she slammed into a mirror and it shattered around her

'Splat' the stick found her cunt this time, and again Sandra tried to collapse but Stan grabbed her hair as she fell and spun her around to slam her back down on the broken glass

'Thump' his heel came down on her exposed cunt then it rose again,

'Thud' he stomped down on her stomach

'Uuuggghhhh' she grunted, trying to sit up

'Crack' Stan swung the field hockey stick into her jaw, shattering it and sending her body slamming back down on the broken glass from the mirror.

Stan put his foot down between Sandra's breasts and ground his heel in, the glass under her cutting into her back

'Aaaaggghhh' she screamed as the sharp pain in her back intensified, she had been prepared to be tortured like she had heard the others being but the fury of Stan's attack and the rapid destruction it brought had taken her off guard.

Raising the stick like an axe again, Stan saw that Sandra had forgotten to close her legs and he brought the stick down hard between her thighs

'Splat' the entire head of the stick disappeared into her cunt, Stan having to yank it out with a viscous pull. Sandra screamed and tried to close her legs, but Stan had anticipated that, his next swing was at an angle and connected with the inside of her left knee driving her leg to the side.

'Crack' Stan swung the other way, driving her right leg open, before bringing the stick down as hard as he could on Sandra's cunt again. This time when she tried to close her legs, stand swung the stick down like an axe on her right hip

'Aaaaghhh' she screamed, this time the blow broke the bone. Stan raised the stick and slammed the head into the inside of her right knee, driving her leg open. Sandra tried to pull it closed but couldn't with her now destroyed hip.

Smiling and thinking 'Now this is stress relief' used the head of the stick like an axe to pound at Sandra's pussy for a couple of minutes until it was bleeding profusely.

Stepping off her chest, he transferred his weight to her pubic mound and face her head.

'Thud' the stick came swinging in from the right, slamming her tits to the left

'Aggghhhh' Sandra screamed

'Thud' the stick swung in again from the other direction

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right Stan smacked her globes back and forth until they started to turn black.

Stan dropped down, his knees landing on Sandra's stomach

'Ooommpph' the air rushed out of her mouth and her eyes bulged

Hopping back onto his feet, he grabbed her hair and threw her across the room into the wall beside one of the beds. Flying after her he landed his knee in her chest, driving her back into the wall and causing the glass in it to embed deeper.

'Aaaaggghhh' Sandra screamed as Stan grabbed her tits in his hands, digging his fingers in deep and lifted her up into the air before slamming her down to the bed and jumping on top of her. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and carefully lining his cock up with her cunt before ramming it in

'Nnnooo' Sandra moaned through her broken jaw

'Thud' Stan's fist came down on her gut, then another on her tits, then one onto her ribs. He wasn't aiming just ground pounding her girl to a pulp while he fucked her. 'Thud, thud, thud' his fists fell onto her torso, before he rose up and with a backhand slapped her face

'Wack, wack, wack' Stan knocked the girls head back and forth, while pounding hard into her cunt. He had never done this before, go completely wild on a girl. No thought to how to hurt her he let his inner animal out without a leash for the first time. His dick was almost ready to explode, so Stan pressed his hands down into her hips

'Aaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh' Sandra screamed, blood spraying everywhere, as Stan ground his hand into her broken hip as hard as he could. She was relieved when she felt him tighten and grunt, his warm spunk flooding inside her.

Stan felt his dick finish pumping into the girl and begin to soften, “Almost time to go play with your sister, but we can't have you interrupting” he said to her. Getting off the bed, Stan grabbed Sandra and rolled her onto her stomach. Her back was a mess of cuts and glass fragments, but he ignored that and rammed 3 fingers from his right hand up her asshole. His left hand grabbed her hair and he lifted the girl up off the bed, heaving her into the air above him.

'Slam' he slammed her body stomach first down on the back of a chair, 'Ooompph' she grunted. Still bent over the chair, she didn't see Stan move to the wall and pull the other mirror down, laying it out on the floor.

'Crash' Stan had picked up another chair and slammed it down on Sandra's ass, driving her stomach into the back of the chair she was bent over. Sticking his hand backup her ass and grabbing her hair he again lifted her up into the air over his head

'Slam, crash' 'Aaaagggghhhh' Sandra screamed as she was slammed tit's first down onto the mirror, it's glass shattering and cutting her front side. Stan was smiling wildly, and was ready to have some fun with Samantha

Chapter 7 – The Last Hurrah, Samantha's lament

Jim had barely got Samantha into the center of the living room, when he heard the first scream from the bedroom. Jim smiled, he knew that Stan had always wanted to let go but was too addicted to long slow sessions to really go at a girl with fury. Maybe after today he would be able to let go easier.

Jim took the closet rod and rammed it between Samantha's arms and her back, wedging it under her armpits and pushing her mammoth tits out. Securing the rod in place by tying it to her arms Jim used a second piece to connect the rode to the chain overhead and he hoisted the girl into the air.  Proceeding to tie her ankles to her thighs, Jim stepped back to admire his handiwork. Samantha’s body was a work of art, from her tight and toned abs through to her perfectly round ass, but the crown jewels were her F cup tits. Jim felt his dick harden at the thought of what he could do with those tits, and was disappointed that now they would have to rush with her. He had planned to spend most of today working on Samantha, but the situation had changed and he knew that he only had 2 hours at most.

Jim tried to ignore the noises coming from the other room, he really didn’t give a shit about Sandra, but the noise from the beating was intensifying.

'I just hope he doesn't kill her' Jim thought, 'a manhunt for a couple of rapists is one thing, but a manhunt for a murderer is something else', then he heard the door to the room open and he saw Stan step out. Stan was a gruesome sight... he was naked, his skin was covered in flecks of Sandra's blood, and he was still holding the field hockey stick in his hands.

“Is she?” Jim asked, wondering if the girl was still alive

“She's still breathing, I think its generally superficial damage” Stan replied, “but I am sure she will live”

“Good” Jim said and with a nod to Samantha added “now let's get to work on this one, so put your pants back on”

Jim picked up the sewing kit he had found yesterday, and extracted a box full of pins. They were small, maybe an inch long, with a tiny metal head. Holding one between his fingers he slowly pressed the pin into Samantha's left breast

'Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh' she screamed, watching the pin slide into her flesh. When the head of the pin reached her skin Jim pressed on it with his fingernail until it too disappeared into her tit

'Aaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh' another scream, Stan had taken a pin and was pressing it into her right breast

Within minutes the men had embedded over a 100 pins into Samantha's tits, the only sign of them the droplets of blood on her skin.

“Go get a box of salt from the kitchen” Jim said to Stan, grabbing one of the girl t-shirts that were still on the ground and wiping the blood from her tits. When Stan passed him the box of salt, Jim began to pour it on top of the girls pin filled tits

'AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH' she screamed, louder than before as the salt stung in her wounds.

'NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' she cried as Jim grabbed her tits in his hands and began to grind the salt in, his fingers driving the pins deeper into her breasts.

Jim noticed Stan moving to pickup the bullwhip and said “not yet, go with something blunt. It will drive the pins deeper, we can whip her later. Hell pass me the stick you used on her sister, I'll show you”

Stan passed the field hockey stick he had used on Sandra to Jim who ran the curved end of it up Samantha's body, almost lovingly, from her pubic mound up between her breasts until it touched her chin. Then he pulled it back like a bat and swung with both hands

'Thud' the end of the sunk into her left breast

'Ooohhhh' Samantha moaned as the needles imbedded in her breasts sunk deeper as her tits were slammed to the right side of her body

'Thunk' Jim had swung the stick backhanded to collide with the side of her right breast

'Thud, thunk, thud, thunk' Jim swung the stick back and forth across her tits until...

'Aaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh' Samantha screamed and arched her back forward, Stan behind her now with the taser in his hand

Presented with her tits so perfectly, Jim raised the stick like an axe and swung it downwards into her left tit meat.

'Uuuugghhhhh' she moaned. Jim knew that the needles they had inserted into her tit were all sideways, and a direct blow from the field hockey stick would bend some of them

'Thud' again Jim brought the stick down, this time on her right tit

'Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhh' Samantha screamed again as Stan stuck the taser into her back, just as Jim's blow with the stick landed. Jim noticed that Samantha had closed her eyes, and motioned for Stan to shock her in the ass. Stan rammed the taser into the upper portion of Samantha's crack, right on top of her tailbone, and pulled the trigger

'Ooooohhhhh' Samantha's eyes bulged and her hips thrust forward, right into the upward swing Jim had unleashed

'Splat' Jim sunk the head of the field hockey stick into her cunt

'Aaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhh' again Samantha screamed, Jim pulling back and delivery another few blows in rapid succession before he looked at the clock. They had already used 45 minutes of the time they had left

“Fuck” Jim yelled, ramming the handle of the field hockey stick into Samantha's gut. “We are running out of time, you want her cunt or ass?” he asked Stan as Samantha sputtered from the blow.

“I just fucked Sandra's cunt so I would rather have a nice tight asshole” Stan replied, putting down the taser and going to the kitchen. Returning with a handful of knives he put them down by the fireplace, the blades pointed into the now low burning fire.

“You can fuck her whenever you are ready” Stan told Jim, as the knife blades began to glow red hot, “you will enjoy how she twitches” an evil smile crossing his face.

Jim didn't need a second invitation, he pulled his pants off and approached Samantha. She was hung just a bit low, so he had to bend his knees to get his dick to line up with her snatch. With a thrust he drove himself deep into her, and grabbing her ass lifted her up until he dick almost came out before dropping her down on the shaft.

'AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' Samantha's whole body tensed as a scram tore from her lips, Stan holding one of the knives in his hand. He had shallowly cut her across her shoulder blade, the red hot blade instantly cauterizing the wound before he returned the blade to the fire and selected another.

Again Jim lifted Samantha up and dropped her on his shaft, and again Stan cut her back, another scream tearing from her lips. Jim began to pick up the pace, lifting and dropping Samantha faster and faster. Every second or third drop, Stan would bring a knife across her back forcing her to scream and tense. A little over 2 dozen cuts later Jim pushed up with his legs, burying his cock as deep as possible when it exploded up into Samantha.

Jim had barely pulled his cock free, when Stan grabbed Samantha's hips and guided his cock to her asshole. With a single thrust he buried half his shaft into her rectum

'Aagghh' she yelped, her ass feeling like it was about to be torn apart.

Stan rotated her in mid-air, till she was facing the fire instead of away from it and said to Jim “go to fucking work on her”

Jim knew that Stan wanted her to clench, and he wanted to hear her being battered, a service that Jim was only too happy to provide.

'Thud' the field hockey stick's head slammed into Samantha's gut, her lungs rapidly empty.

'Crack' the stick broke a rib

'Thwunk' her tit's got in on the action

Jim spent the next 20 minutes wailing on Samantha's torso, not really aiming just swinging wildly until he was exhausted and was forced to put the hockey stick away. Stan was still steadily pumping in and out of Samantha's ass, not yet near cumming. Jim picked up one of the knives in the fire, and examined hits glowing blade. Slowly he drew the blade across Samantha's stomach

'AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH' she screamed, her voice horse from torture

“Oh yah” Stan moaned, pumping harder and faster, “that felt fucking awesome!”

Jim picked up another knife, and this time he slowly drew it across the undersides of her tits. He noticed that the red hot blade hissed before Samantha's scream echoed through the room. Two more times he drew the knife across the undersides of her once marvelous tits, each time being rewarded with a screech of pain.

Stan was now frantically fucking Samantha's ass, and Jim knew he would be cumming at any moment, so he grabbed another knife. This one he held horizontally across her tits, and began to draw it from the  right side of her body towards the left, his sizzled as it left a burnt line in her flesh but it was when the blade sliced into her right nipple that Samantha went wild. Her eyes bulged, and she began to thrash in her bonds

'SSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!' she screamed but Jim kept the knife going until he had sliced her left nipple open too. Somewhere during her thrashing Stan had cum, holding himself tightly against her as his seed flooded up her ass.

Epiloge – Another surprise

In total Stan and Jim had played with Samantha for an hour and twenty minutes, then they had spent the next 30 minutes preparing to leave. Jim had searched the house for cash and found a really cheap lock box under the parents bed with $2,000 in it. Stan had dragged each girl into the bathroom and before washing them down in the shower had rammed the toilet brush dipped in bleach up each girls ass and cunt to destroy any DNA evidence the police might be able to extract. Jim and Stan then dragged the girls to an out building that neither man had touched with an ungloved hand. Piling the girls inside, Jim pounded a couple of nails into the door to prevent it from being opened. The final stage of their departure had involved piling the clothes they had worn, the instruments of torture and everything that might be linked to the crime scene in the middle of the room and dosing the pile in gasoline before setting it alight. For good measure they also set the Quonset hut and barn alight as well before departing into a building snow storm.