THE END OF THE TRAIL

The Author’s note:  Beginning from 02 July 08, this is already my tenth story.  It’s also my final. I’ve had a couple months with some spare time on my hands, now it’s time to move on, more important things to do.  Having never before written, much less submitted a story of any kind, I would like to take a moment to thank the readers who took their time to click onto my ramblings these last, past few weeks.  I typed my first story on a lark, and just like the first, all my stories since, have been instantaneous thoughts; most chapters typed out in a couple hours or so while enjoying a brewsky or three… And sometimes it obviously showed.  I’ve irritated more then a few with the formatting, grammar, etc. (Sometimes I must admit… on purpose) But, for whatever reason most of my tales, a couple even rather harsh, have received, to me, a satisfying amount of clicks (which doesn’t mean they were necessarily read of course.)  Still, I feel it must have attracted more then a few interested readers, even with my obvious shortcomings.  And, again to the more prolific severe critics, especially to just the couple of wanna be Siskel’s and Ebert’s (Who have given me a few chuckles) It’s a lark, it’s free, get over it!... Like the rest of the contributing participants on this site, I didn’t get paid and I don’t write professionally… Do You?!   Then again to the overwhelmingly rest of you, THANKS!

PS… Occasionally, if an existing tale or so seems to still be somewhat popular, I may pop a tab off an adult beverage and take a few moments to toss in an extra irritating chapter or two… To tie up some of the many loose ends.

Thanks again, J LEWIS… And for now, below is appropriately…..  

THE END OF THE TRAIL

       Avid riders, experienced, self confident they’ve on more then one occasion ridden the trails together, alone.  Today is one of those occasions.  Riding one of the longer trails close to the foothills, they ride across what appears to be a county sign warning of a temporary blockage further ahead, guiding them to one of the older, seldom used trails.  Just around its first bend, they come upon a dismounted horse, an unconscious man off to the side lying face down.  Quickly dismounting, they kneel over the man to check for injuries.

       Flipping him over, he turns toward them, a revolver in one hand, handcuffs in the other.   In moments both their hands are tightly cuffed behind their backs.  Forced back up across their saddles and threatened with mouth gags if either utters a single word, they wait as he takes a couple minutes to prepare the horses.  Mounting his, their horse’s leases in hand, he rides to the temporary sign, stuffs it in his saddle bag.  Returning to the longtime unused trail and blocking it from sight with brush; he takes their horses in tow for what’s to be a couple hour ride.

        A few minutes pass by before thick sporadic raindrops begin to fall from a not too far off thundershower brewing from the west as they continue toward that general direction.  Glancing back toward the brush dragging from behind the horses, covering their tracks, smiling to himself how well their plan’s already working out, he enjoys the relief from the heat.

       An hour or so into the ride, he removes the brush dragging from the horses as the showers have turned into a steady, light rain.  Taking the time, removing a couple black scarves from his saddlebag, he quickly ties one across the eyes of each woman.  All three riders pretty well soaked, the summer heat’s still stifling along the wooded trail as the terrified women have  remained virtually silent with the help of his occasional threatening bark with each of their whimpering sounds.

       Another half hour, they arrive to the end of the trail, to a seldom used service road for the power company. The other side has a locked gate to a rear access to his vast landowning, a black F-350 Super Duty 4x4 dually truck, with a four stall horse trailer attached and open, waiting, the trailer’s tailgate lowered, scrapping the gravel of the service road.  Unlocking the gate he forces the women to remain mounted as he stretches, relaxes in the steady drizzle, his heart a little accelerated from the thrill of his abduction of the pair of women, the excitement of the hunt and capture without any assistance as he gazes across his meadows and pastures, then back to the forest behind them.  Leading the horses into the trailer, dismounting a woman one at a time, he snaps the wall mounted cuffs to theirs, leaving them in the trailer as he closes it, then the gate to the access road.

       Driving across the gravel entrance, finally onto his property’s work road, he continues toward their destination for another quarter hour, driving slowly, the wipers gently swiping back and forth across the windshield as he passes his expansive Manor house, continuing to his old, civil war vintage barn back in his secluded woods.

        

       

Chapter One… The Beginning Of The End

       He watches the glossy sheen of the cold steel blade reflecting under her quivering chin as he slowly slides the razor sharp tip upwards from her inverted navel, across her rippling abs as she struggles not to take a breath.  As the tip of the double edged stiletto switchblade leaves the faintest trail, barely scrapping across the glistening flesh of her hollowed stomach, he stares across her obviously terrified face.  The redness, puffiness shields the dark brown of her widened eyes as they dart back and forth, directly into his.  Begging, pleading with guttural, raspy moans escaping her silk panties stuffed in her mouth, spreading her lips, he ignores her whining.

       Arms crossed behind her arched back with her wrists still painfully cuffed, an old brown leather dog collar’s also been affixed around her throat.  Her thick, braided strand of long dark hair sways across the twine of hemp rope attached to the back of the collar.  The rope tautly stretching past the valley of her back, attached to the eyelet in the top of a silver butt hook impaled deep inside her stretched rectum, causes her back and shoulders to painfully bow.

       Her trembling body, bound and twisted, glistens from being soaked from the thundershower and now the perspiration from the confines of the muggy barn stall.  The hot, summer rain still patters across the old rusty metal roofing high above the aging timbers supporting the barn’s more then hundred year old structure.   Blindfold removed, slowly being stripped naked from her soaked clothing, her breasts still stretch against a snug French cut, white laced bra while her tortured body forms an erotic serpentine stance, her knees also slightly bending as she struggles to keep her balance in her pair of black leather knee length riding boots standing in the disheveled hay and dirt.

       Sliding the blade against her sternum, under the narrow strap holding the pair of D cups together, he gives the knife a quick flick, backwards.  The low lacy cups separate, almost slowly as her rounded, already overflowing melons part the satin material, exposing the inner halves of her mounds, her dark areolas partially exposed, the nubs of her nipples still being gripped by the clinging material as her breasts spread further outward toward her arched shoulders.

       Reaching behind, again flicking the blade, he slashes the wider strap crossing her back, the right cup dropping to the floor, the left cup still clinging across her quivering breast.  Glancing down toward her nearly naked chest, he jabs the tip of the blade into the edge of the remaining damp material.

       “Aaaggghh!!”  Yelping as she feels the very point barely poking into her areola just under her nipple, she glances frantically downward as he flicks the remaining half of the bra off her now bare chest, the slightest driblet of blood dripping off her nipple.

       “I warned you over and over to remain still, not to move, didn’t I?”  He grins as he slides his free hand across her thrust out mounds, the size of ripe grapefruits, spread apart, standing out from her trembling chest.  “It’s just a nick, don’t worry!”

       Glancing across toward the mound of mildewing straw in the corner of the stall, her wet riding clothes cut to shreds by his knife and piled in a loose heap on top of her black, hard shelled riding cap, she slowly shakes her head toward her bound handcuffed friend sitting against another post, across from the clothes, watching, terrified.

       Slipping his closed blade in his jean’s rear pocket, placing his hand on the upper curve of her hip, he slowly twists her around, completing a circle, giving her body an overall glance.  “Damn, nice rack….Shaved cunt too… Even tan…. You obviously work out…Probably in a gym in front of a bunch of guys, huh?”  He smirks as he continues to spread his fingers across her bare flesh, from her breasts down to between her thighs.

       “Okay, come over here.” He orders, gripping her hair in his fist, tugging her toward a thick, wooden beam toward the center of the barn’s floor, rising to the roof.  Roughly tugging her braid of hair, he unties the end of the rope from the collar stretched to the butt plug.  Forcing her to bend forward with her head downward, he presses the top of her head down into the dirt floor against the base of the structure’s main beam, lifting her elbows upward and straightening her arms against the post.  Wrapping a strand of hemp rope around the beam and her cuffed wrists, he ties it off pressing her back against the grayish, gnarled wood, barely damp from water trickling down its length, seepage from the dilapidated roof.  Her body bowed double, her breasts practically dangle in front of her upturned face as her hips spread painfully apart.

       Gripping the swaying strand of rope from the butt hook, jerking upwards against the wooden post, lifting, tugging her ass cheeks higher until she’s tiptoeing in her boots, he wraps the rope a couple loops around an old ten penny nail just above her cuffed wrists and ties a knot.  Leaning down and flipping a short length of rope around each boot, tugging both back behind the beam, he ties that rope, forcing her boots to spread, straddle the beam, her flushed face and swaying breasts framed almost impossibly upside down between her tautly stretched legs,

       As he steps out of her sight, she struggles, twists, gasps for breath through the mouth gag of her wadded panties as the wooden timber scraps against her back’s bare flesh.  Lightheaded, everything upside down as her eyes dart back and forth across the empty barn, she hears a swishing, almost whistling sound, coming from beside her….  “Thwack!!!!

       “Oomph!!”  A jolting pain not unlike a red hot poker sears across her spread, impaled buttocks, just above her gapping, hollowed slit and just under the jerking ass hook.  Her body grinds against the beam, splinters scrapping across her trembling backside as her breasts smack together above her startled face.

       A bright red welt instantly spreads excruciatingly across both her butt cheeks as he scoffs, “That’s just a taste of what’s to come!”  Stepping toward her, patting her rounded rump across the fresh welt, he flips the handle of the black leather bullwhip around, jamming it straight downward between her spread vulva, stretching the gapping folds of her labia. “Hold this for me!”  He scoffs with a grin as he rams two, three times until several inches of the thick handle engulfs her stretched vagina, nearly brushing against the metal butt hook jerking at her expanded rectum as the end of the whip hangs down, coiling across the dirt floor.

        Stepping toward the mound of ruined clothing, he glances over at the other nearly hysterical, painfully handcuffed woman, adding, “Time to get you out there with your friend, huh?”

       Swinging a partially broken wooden door open on its last squeaking hinge, he momentarily disappears before reentering toward the other woman with another old dog collar and rope in hand.  Standing her upright as she’s still fully clothed in her wet riding apparel, he leads her toward the center of the barn, her eyes widening as she stares toward her now naked friend’s obscenely bent double position. Her stomach quivers, almost nauseated as she stares at the matching red welts rising across her friend’s hooked buttocks with the whip jammed in her exposed vagina while her bare breasts dangle, brushing across her upturned chin.

       Practically dragging her toward her friend, he forces her to kneel beside the same beam.  Fastening the dog collar around her throat, he ties a length of rope a few feet long from its rear eyelet, tying the other end around the base of the wooden beam.

       “I’ve got a couple things to take care of.”  He nods toward both women.  “I’ll be back shortly to continue with our little get together…. I want you both just the way you are when I get back!”  Again patting the naked rump thrust up toward him, running his fingernail across a red welt, he grins as he turns and walks toward the front of the barn.

       Hearing the barn door shutting, followed by the trailer ramp shutting, the diesel truck starting and driving away, the women realize they’re momentarily alone.  Glancing down toward her friend’s swollen and reddened face, the clothed woman twists until she can use her fingers to tug at her friend’s stuffed panties, finally yanking the gag from her yawning mouth.

       “Oh God!... Oh my God… Linda!”  The bound woman grunts as her widened eyes dart from the barn door back to her.  “I… I can’t breathe…Oh God!!!  Look… Look what’s he done to me!!!... Oh God!.. It hurts… Hurts so bad!!!... I’m bent in two!... Ohh God help me”

       Twisting, still kneeling, rubbing her wrists painfully back and forth in the tight handcuffs, the clothed woman glances up from her friend’s pleading face, muttering, “Oh Kathy… Oh God… I’m so… So sorry!”  As she still can’t help starring toward the whip handle and butt hook jammed into her friend’s orifices she adds, “What… What else is he going to do to you?... To both of us when he gets back?”

       “Oh, God, look what he’s already done to me!!!... Get that damn thing out… Out of me… Now!”  Kathy begs, trying to glance up past the dangling whip to its handle as she cranes her neck, glancing upwards between her grotesquely spread thighs.  “God!  Pull it out… Out of there!”

       Struggling to stand from her knees, turning and twisting, Linda backs against Kathy’s thrust out butt cheeks, grips the whip’s handle between her fingertips.  Almost falling backwards, she accidently rams it deeper in.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Kathy screams, her breasts bouncing in front of her face as her hips tremble, the thick shaft stretching at her vagina walls, pushing toward her womb.

       Gaining her balance, barely able to retract the whip’s thick stock upward more then an inch or so at a time from behind her back, each short jerk and she slides her fingers back down across the puffy flesh of Kathy’s spread labia lips, pressing against her vulva to grip the handle. Forcing it partially back inward each time causing Kathy’s spread butt cheeks to ripple, she whimpers, groans, “God… Oh God!!!... Ouch!... Careful!!... Agghhhh!”

       A half dozen or more jerks and the glistening handle ‘plops” from Kathy’s stretched vagina as she lets out a relieved moan, glancing toward the glistening, sticky leather handle.  Realizing it must have been at least ten or more inches inside of her naked body, her eyes widen as she moans, “Oooohh!... Oh my God!”

       Dropping the whip, glancing around, Linda’s eyes dart toward the occasional slanted openings between the barn’s wooden surfaces.  Still raining, semi-darkness seems to spread evenly around all four corners of the barn, nothing but the sounds of the raindrops pattering across the old metal roof filling the air, the rest just silence.  Glancing back down toward Kathy’s bound body, her nearly ripping rectum and her gapping vagina visibly twitching between her trembling thighs, Linda twists, leans across a wooden rail and dry heaves, barely able to spit as her stomach churns from the sheer terror racing through her mind.

       Again turning and kneeling, she leans her back against the hard wood of the post, listening to her friend’s sporadic breathing, whimpering, and the raindrops.   Not even wanting to allow herself to again glance toward her friend’s horrendous predicament, turning her head, she hears the sound of the diesel in the distance again approaching.

       “Oh God… Linda grunts, “He’s back!”  Attempting to stand, again almost falling, she stands facing toward the front of the barn as the truck’s engine gives the normal diesel sputtering sound, shuts off, shortly followed by a slamming door.  Holding her breath, the light of the barn door opening is quickly followed by the creaking of the old hinges as he again enters the barn.

       Dry clothes, blue jeans and a black ‘Everlast’ tank top on his thick muscled, tanned body, glancing around, he slowly shakes his head.  “What did I say when I left?  He scolds as he steps in front of Kathy, picking up the whip and panties, holding them together in one hand, reaching out.  “You do this?”  He demands, staring toward Linda.  “Did you?”

       Her eyes darting back and forth, from his hand to Kathy’s spread slit, back to his hand, she mutters, “Ye… Yes… I… I did, I took them out!”  Lowering her eyes, her heart pounding, the sound of his threatening voice again has her on the verge of throwing up.

       “Okay, I guess you don’t think you have to pay any attention to me, huh?”  He scolds as he flips the whip and panties off to the side, toward the beam.  “Okay!”  He continues as he steps around Linda, unlocking the cuffs.  Understand something… You do exactly as I say or I’m going to nail you to that post by your tits after I strip you… Understand!”

       Her knees almost buckling, her flushed face beading sweat, as her wrists are uncuffed, she mutters, “Oh my God!...Oh… God, don’t!   Please…Please!”

       “Okay then!”  He answers, stepping around her, staring at her as he kneels against the sideboards of an old stall.  “Strip…Strip naked for me, right now!”

       “Ohhh… Plea….” She starts to whimper; covering her chest with her arms, glancing toward her friend’s tortured body, naked and bound to the post as she stares back from between her legs.

       “Damn it!  What did I just tell you?” He scowls.  “Either fucking strip, or I’m getting the hammer and nails!” Starting to stand, he just glares straight into her welling eyes.

       “Okay!... Okay!”  She blurts, again lowering her head, gripping her chest under her crossed arms.  “I’ll… I’ll strip, but God, please….Don’t do that to me…Please!”

       “That’s better.” He smirks, again kneeling, pointing.  “But, that’s your last warning as God is my witness!... Start from the bottom up, the boots first, until you’re completely naked… And toss your clothes on that pile of hers over there!”

       Feeling the warmth across her face, trying to ignore her friend’s stares, she reaches down and standing on one foot jerks, twists at her riding boot on her left foot as she almost falls, catching herself as the boot slips off.  Tossing the black boot across toward the pile of ruined clothes, she slips off the sock and alternates her feet, her bare foot in the dirt as she jerks, yanks at her other boot.  It too slips free as she sways; still holding her balance as she quickly tugs that sock from her bare foot.  Tossing the boot and socks toward the other, she straightens, taking a breath, glances toward him.

       “That’s it… Keep going… Pants next!”  He orders, glancing over toward the post, Kathy’s beat red face in agony as he smiles and slowly shakes his head.

       Reaching toward her waist, unfastening the form fitting black riding pants, she bends as she slips, roles the material down across her thighs, past her knees onto her ankles.  Stepping one foot at a time, she reaches down and picks up the pants to flip them over toward the mounting pile.  Reaching to her white silk riding blouse next, she begins to unbutton the top button.

       “Panties!”  He orders, sternly.

       Jerking her flushed face upwards, she drops her hands toward her sides and slips her thumbs between the elastic and her bare flesh.  Bending and tugging, the white thong panties slide down across her bare legs, between her thumbs and fingers, to her feet as she steps out one at a time.  Straightening upright, she starts to toss them toward the pile.

       “Over here!”  He orders, reaching his left hand outward.  “Here, my hand!”

       Her face reddening even further, she under hands the garment toward him, as he catches it, lifts it toward his face, sniffing, smiling, “Now the top!”  He adds as he sniffs the crotch of her panties, the damp mustiness from riding for hours, almost animalistic, yet intoxicating to him.

       Unbuttoning the six buttons one at a time from top to bottom, she hesitates as she arches back to slip it off her shoulders.  Her naked flesh, still damp, glistens in the light shinning through the cracks in the barn as her bare pubic mound’s totally exposed, the flat twin folds of her labia lips barely visible between her slightly spread thighs.  Tugging the blouse from her shoulders, arms, she nods toward him, flips it toward the pile.  Only her white bra and black riding cap remain.  Reaching behind her back, slowly, she unsnaps the twin snaps, all three rows from the wide back band.

       “Keep going, don’t stop now.”  He orders, realizing how large her breasts really are as she lets the full cups slide off her milky white flesh, her grapefruit sized breasts bouncing, swaying as she grips the bra in her left hand, begins to toss it toward the pile while reflexively covering her large, pale nipples with her right.

       “No… Here!”  He again grins as he reaches out with his free hand.

       Tossing it toward him, he catches it, again lifts it toward his face, smelling her scent, the scent of her round, damp globes from the rain and humidity, mixed with her perfume.

       Glancing back and forth between the two naked women, the contrast is obvious, Linda a paler white while Kathy’s tanned all over, both with incredible bodies.  “Okay, the cap!”  He nods.  “Then keep those hands behind your neck and push those titties out toward me!”

       Glancing up, reaching up with both hands, she removes the cap from her bunned, blonde hair and gives it an underhand toss toward the pile before raising her hands back behind her neck while pushing her chest outward.  The round melons sway, gently smacking together as she glances down toward the dirt floor, her stomach flexing as her entire body seems as if it’s trembling.

       Standing, walking toward Linda, nodding toward Kathy, he asks, “Should we undo her for now?”

       Nodding her head, her arms still behind her neck, Linda answers, “Yeh… Yes, please!”

       Reaching up, undoing the tie to the butt hook, then unwrapping the rope from around Kathy’s wrists, he steps behind the pole and unfastens the rope from her boots.  Her arms lowering, he steps back behind her, pulling her away from the beam and carefully dropping her across her side onto the dirt floor.  Grunting, barely able to move her arms and legs, she lays almost motionless.  The stinging of the fresh blood flow in her arms already starts to burn as she’s barely able to straighten her waist, the butt hook still embedded in her rectum as he leans over, checks her wrists cuffed behind her back.

       “You… Against the beam… Your backside!”  He looks up, orders Linda as he raises and steps toward her.

       “Ohhh… God!”  She whimpers as he grabs her arm, swings her around, her back and buttocks slamming against the hard wood.  “Please… Oh Please don’t!”

       “Shut up, I’m not bending you over like I did her!  Stretch those arms up there or I will!” He orders as he steps behind the beam, flipping the cuffs open.  Give me your hands… Up here!”

       Reaching up, bowing her back, she shoves her hands up back beside the post, feeling the cuffs locking on one wrist then the other as he slips its thin chain across another ten penny nail in the wood forcing her to practically tiptoe.  Feeling her left foot, then right foot tugged back, a rope wrapped around both ankles, she feels her feet sliding beside the post as her body’s arched back in a taut spread eagled position, her backside pressed firmly against the hard beam.

       Stepping around, he glances her over.  Her taut naked body’s fully exposed and vulnerable as her large breasts appear symmetrical, stretching outward toward her sides, her flattened nipples centered on her round pale areolas.  Glancing toward her crotch, he notices her vulva barely spread, just a hint of her clit exposed from her spread thighs.

       Retrieving the bullwhip, he steps off to her right side and flips it backhanded as the end trails across the dirt, then flips it forward.  “Swish!

       “Thwack!”  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Linda’s screams echo throughout the nearly barn as the leather sails through the air, snapping across both breasts, flattening into the lower portions of her areolas just beneath her nipples as Kathy lays motionless on the dirt floor, reflexively squeezing her buttocks as she watches through her hazed eyes.

   

        

        

        

       

           

       

        

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

          

       

       

            

       

       

       

        

              

THE END OF THE TRAIL

The punishment continues as the pair of victims is united in their torment.

Chapter Three

       As he steps toward the center of the barn, the terrified naked blond is firmly bound across the wet, rough hewed wood, the barn’s main support beam.  Setting the tackle box in the dirt and removing another couple leader lines with their glistening silver hooks, the whimpers behind him from the pallet are masked by the on again off again cascade of rain across the old tin roof.  Cupping his hand palm up under the blonds left breast he feels it twitching as she panics while glaring down toward her taut nipple.  Sliding the hook across her quivering areola as he gently squeezes her breast, glancing toward her widened, pleading eyes, he smiles as he then glances back toward Kathy’s sadistically bound body contorting across the skid in the dirt.

       “Your nipples definitely getting the same treatment as hers… You do realize that, don’t you?”  He quietly asks as he lets the pointed hook slide across her spread areola to prick the edge of her thickening nipple.  “There’s nothing you can do about that!  That’s a no brainer!  The question is… What can you offer me if I don’t do the same thing to your tongue and clit?”

       “Oohhh!... Ple… Please!”  She blurts out, her taut body grinding back against the harsh wood surface while she glares at the hook’s tip barely pressing, probing into the side of the hardening nub, her welted breasts rapidly raising and lowering with each wheezing breath.  God, please don’t!… Don’t!!  You’ve hurt me enough already!”  The threat of having that hook impaling her nipple terrorizes her, yet the threat of doing it to her tongue and clit, like her hysterical friend’s over on the wood skid, nauseates her just thinking about it.  Staring down toward the point of the hook being forced into her tit flesh, she twists her head away.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!”

       The razor sharp pronged hook pricks her titflesh, puncturing its way into the twisting nub as it swells outward; his clenched fist digging deep into the base of her bulging breast.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!”  Another scream as her head tilts sharply downward, her glazed eyes transfixed on her distorting nipple, the hook’s point surreally stretching then poking through the side of her tan nipple.

       “Like I said.”  He smirks as he again glances into her terrified eyes as he let’s her tit bounce free.  Gripping and squeezing the base of her other globe while holding the hook up close to her widening eyes, he scoffs.  “What can you offer me not to ram a couple more of these through your tongue and of course, your clit?”

       “Oh God!!!!... What do you want?!... What??... Tell me!”  She gruffly pleads as she stares toward her other bulging breast with the hook scraping across its areola.  “Only don’t… Oh please…  God don’t!... Not again!...  Noooo!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!”  Twisting her head as the hook jams into her other nipple, she feels its sharp tip stretching, then poking through the already bruised nub.

       Bouncing that bleeding tit in his palm, stepping back a step, he kneels as he reaches for the tackle box, then hesitates.  “Well, guess what’s next?”

       “Oh God no!”  She hoarsely rasps, her head hanging limply across her chest.  “This hurts… Already hurts so badly!!... Nooo!.... Nooo!.... I’ll, I’ll do whatever you want!.... Okay…. Please… No more, okay?...  I…  I’ll let you put your penis in my mouth, okay?”  She begs as her nauseated stomach churns from the searing pain burning through her nipples.  “I… I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt me anymore!”

       “Suck my dick?”  He smirks as he stands with another hook twisting between his fingers.  “Really suck my dick good?... Then swallow my cum, all of it, and then lick my dick clean?... Okay!... You’ve got one chance to beg me, and I mean really beg me like you mean it, for me to slide you down on this post onto your knees so you can take my whole cock down your throat!... Or this goes in your tongue right now!”  He firmly threats, holding the hook in front of her darting eyes, sliding it across her cheek toward the corner of her quivering mouth as she tries to jerk her head away.  “Well bitch!!!... What is it?!... You better start begging!”

       “Oh my God!”  She whines.  “Please let me suck you!  Please let me kneel and taste your dick… With my mouth!”

       “Bitch, you’ve got to do a lot better then that, a whole better then that!… Quit being so prime and proper, cunt!... Be graphic on what you want to do to my dick, and it’s my cock, bitch!”  He scolds as he lets the sharp point press into her bottom lip before tracing its razor edge down toward her chin leaving the faintest scrape.  “Excite me with what you’re going to do… Tell me that you’re a cunt and how you’re going to suck and deep throat my cock in your cunt mouth… Turn me on!”  Sliding the hook slowly down across her trembling torso he lets it rest against her twitching pubic mound.  “You know, I think I’ll just keep it here, and then if you bore me, I’ll go ahead and pierce your clit with it… But, if I do, you’re tongue’s next!”  Turning his head, glancing toward the pallet as he gently pokes the hook’s tip against her bare flesh, he adds.  “I’ll string ‘em together just like your friend’s over there, understand?... You better think up words you never even dreamed of using before!  Like I said, you only get one chance, use it wisely!... Don’t’ forget… I like the word cunt when you mention yourself!... Now beg!”  He finishes with a light jab of the hook.

       “Ouch!... Oomph!... Okay, okay!”   She whimpers as her mind races, scrambles on what she can say, how she can say it as her heart pounds in her chest.  “I want to suck your dick, I mean this… This cunt wants to suck on your dick… Your cock!.... I want to kneel in front of you and have you put… Push your dick… Cock in my mouth, down my… My throat… Okay!”

       “Want me to gag you, choke you with it too?... Huh cunt?”  He interjects as he shoves the tip of the hook once again against her quivering flesh, this time deep enough to draw a trickle of blood just beside a labia fold.

       “Umph!”  Oh… Yes, yes!  Gag me with your big cock!... Ram it down my… My throat until I gag on it… Please!”  She finds herself blurting out.  “Choke me with it while you fuck me in my mouth!”  She forces herself to beg, barely recognizing her own harsh voice as she jerks across the rough wooden beam, scraping her backside raw.

       “Keep going… That’s a little better!... Get raunchy, really raunchy if you don’t want to feel this hook in your clit!... Think of things to say, like spanking those titties, fucking your mouth, you get the picture!”  He smirks as he continues to manipulate the hook ever closer to her trembling slit, watching her stomach rippling, her harsh breathing raising and lowering her protruding ribcage as her glistening, naked body arches back against the post.  “Remember too, Ms. High society, you’re now just… Cunt!  You don’t have those fancy riding clothes on in front of me anymore with that fancy Victoria Secret’s bra!  Now you’re just a fucking bare assed, naked cunt with those bare tits bouncing around with hook in the nipples!  Yea, and call yourself a cunt, like I said, from now on.”

       Nearly hysterical,  her eyes reflexively darting down between her hooked nipples dripping traces of blood as her breasts sway back and forth, her glazed eyes fix on his constantly moving hand, the hook slipping across her glistening flesh as she feels it sliding ever closer to her spread slit.  Her mind flashes to different things, horrible things she thinks to herself to say.  The ‘C’ word disgusts and degrades her, even with the pain, the humiliation, the terror she feels, she can feel her face reddening, flushing as she tries to force herself to use it, to think what a deviant whore might say, and then feeling the hook pressing on her pubic mound, blurts out.

       “Fuck my mouth!... Fuck my… Fuck this cunt’s mouth like you fucked my pussy!... Oh God!... Then ram it in my throat… Down my throat while you twist and stretch on my titties!... Work me; fuck this cunt like a slut!”  She grunts, almost yelling the word ‘cunt’ each time as she feels the warmth spreading across her face.  Her eyes darting toward the sight of her friend’s obscenely contorted body spread out on the pallet across the dirt floor, she continues, terrified of taking her place.  “Cum in my fucking mouth!... Slap… Smack this cunt’s titties while you stick your dick down my throat and cum in this cunt’s mouth!... Okay!!... Oh, God…. Okay?!”

       Glancing back toward her flushed face, swollen eyes, reddened and hazed, he again smirks as he flips the hook toward the open top of the tackle box as he uses his free hand to cup her chin, turning her face toward her friend.  “Look at your friend really good!... You better be enthusiastic with that mouth and tongue working my cock… And swallow every drop!... Just remember, it won’t take me but a couple minutes to switch the two of you and let her suck me off while you’re stretched across that skid!”

       Stepping behind the beam and slipping the handcuffs from the nail, he tugs her arms downward as he leans around.  “Slide down on your knees, spread ‘em!”  He orders as he arches her arms further back, sliding them down the back of the post as her back scrapes against the rough wood.  “Further!”  He orders as her knees hit the dirt, spread apart as her ankles remain tied behind the beam, her naked body arching, spreading.

       Stepping around the beam and glancing from one bound woman to the other, he smiles at the pain he’s causing.  Listening to their whimpers mingling with the soothing sound of the patter of the rain again picking up accompanied by another round of far off rumbling thunder, he reaches for her mouth and presses his cock against her lips.

       “First, open wide and don’t move.”  He orders as the head of his shaft smacks across her cheek.  “If you do you’re trading places, understand?”

       “Nodding, letting his swelling shaft slide across her lips, she opens her quivering mouth wide, letting the head slip between her lips.  Tasting the oozing salty fluid she closes her eyes as the pulsing meat begins to slowly cram her mouth, descending down into her throat.

       “Ugg….Gurggg!”  Gasping but keeping her lips spread over his swelling shaft she’s forced to hold her breath as her throat’s engulfed and stretched.  Her arms and legs trembling, she struggles not to gag as his cock continues to penetrate her, deeper and even deeper as her head tilts back, his scrotum slapping across her chin.

       His cock forced completely down into her stretched throat, at least nine inches rammed to the hilt between her yawning lips as she feels breathless, gagging as her body trembles, her breasts swaying across his thighs.  Her eyes open wide staring blankly at his chest as her fists and feet curl while she tears at her bindings.  Grunting, gagging as she sees brilliant flashes in front of her eyes, she feels as if she’s hyperventilating, nauseated at the same time.  After nearly a minute, he jerks back, sliding his cock quickly out from her mouth, the swollen head ‘plopping’ as it rips from between her lips, a suction of air gushing from her mouth as her chest heaves with each gasping breath.

       “That’s enough for now… We’ll continue when I come back later today.”  He blurts out as he steps from her trembling body.  “But first, let me make sure I keep your attention.” 

       The shadows darkening, taking more twine from the box he unties a strand from the bottom of the pallet and connects it to the loose piece.  Still kneeling he stretches it across the dirt floor, slipping its end through the eye of the hook piercing the kneeling blonde’s left nipple. Giving a couple tugs the twine stretches the bound women’s breasts toward one another as both agonizingly grunts in unison.

       Stepping toward the pallet, kneeling, he tests the connected twine, tweaking and flexing it as their nipples jerk.  Next, flexing the twine overlapping the beam he watches her tongue and clit stretch upward as her body arches off the skid.  Her grunts are barely audible under the steady downpour now cascading across the barns vibrating roof.  Her swollen eyes stare hazily toward the twine stretching toward her friend.

       The rain becoming harsher, the metal roof rattling as a flash of lightning cackles just up the hollow, he ties the second strand to the other string stretching the brunette’s breast and connects it to the blonde’s other pierced nipple.  Tugging at the strings, the women’s breasts stretch toward one another as their bodies arch to relieve the aggravating pressure.  Standing upright, glancing from one to the other as he picks up the tackle box and steps toward the front of the barn, he turns.  “Time to clean up for dinner… Be back to get that blowjob a little later.”

       The barn door opening, shutting, the women can only momentarily glance toward one another as the twine painfully stretches their impaled nipples, both their bodies uncomfortably arched outward to escape the searing pain of their tortured breasts.  Linda, slowly shaking her head stares toward Kathy’s arched body trembling erratically across the wooden skid, terrified she may fall back in exhaustion, knowing the consequences as her eyes dart downward to the pair of straining twine strings. 

       More then a few agonizing minutes pass as water drips down from the rafters, splashing across the dirt floor around Linda’s sliding knees as the mugginess of the old barn causes their naked bodies to glisten with perspiration.  Kathy’s obviously the most distressed from her added torment of her stretched tongue and clit as she appears to be on the verge of collapsing.  The taut twine almost vibrates as their breasts thrust straight out off their arched chests, their bleeding nipples sadistically stretched by the fishhooks.

       Terrified as her body continuously arches outward, her nipples practically tearing, Linda hears the barn door opening, slamming shut.  Her swollen eyes staring toward the front of the barn, she hoarsely begs as he casually approaches.  “Oh God… God… My nipples are ripping!  Please…Please… Please!!!”

       Glancing down at the twine, giving it a ‘twang’ with his finger, he glances toward Linda.  “Ready… Ready to give a really good blowjob now?”

       “Oh God Yessssss!”  She grunts.  Yes!... I’ll suck your cock, fuck your cock… Anything you want me to do with your cock, but God!... Cut those ropes, now!!... Please, they’re ripping my breasts!”

       Flicking out a knife, a couple quick snips and the twine snaps and springs across the dirt floor.  Linda’s body slams back against the wooden beam as he steps toward the skid.  “Want this cut?”  He asks as he stares into Kathy’s nearly blank eyes, her tongue stretched impossibly outward from her trembling lips as the freshly cut twine hangs down across her glistening chest.
       Her eyes barely blinking, a quick snip of the knife and she falls back across the wooden pallet, her naked body quivering as her head rolls toward her side, exhausted, rasping for breath, the four lengths of freshly cut ropes curl around her naked spread-eagled body.

       Turning back, he steps toward Linda still kneeling in the forming mud and orders.  “Open wide!”

End Part Three