The girl moaned and slowly raised her hand. Lisa walked over to her and wiped the blood away from the corners of her mouth. It would be the last kind thing that redhead would experience for a long time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What's your name?" Lisa asked the girl as the three females sat huddled on the couch. Art was watching them closely, his gun trained on them.
"What are you going to do?" the girl asked almost hypnotically as she stared at Art's pistol.
"We're sorry," Marilyn said, sitting on the edge of the couch and taking the girl's hand consolingly.
"But we didn't have any choice."
"She's right. We're as much a prisoner as you are," Lisa said, glancing at the smirking Art Decker.
The girl looked at the two women, then tilted her head down limply and sobbed. Claude and his brother began laughing and slapping each other on the back.
"You animals," Lisa said, watching the girl's face twist around and canton into an expression of disbelieving horror and grief. She stood up and spat in the direction of Hank.
"Stupid cunt," the big man said, wiping the puddle of hot spittle that landed on his cheek. He reached forward and grabbed Lisa by both hands. Clamping his fingers down slowly like a vise, Hank brought her down to her knees, screaming out for mercy. Her mouth twisted open in a cry of agony as he nearly shattered her wrist bones with his powerful hands.
"Tell me how bad you want to get fucked," he said, looking around at his smirking brothers and the horrified women.
"No, no," Lisa said, pulling her hands, trying to break away from Hank's powerful grip. He held her tightly, laughing as he twisted her arms slowly downward. Lisa sank to the floor, begging desperately for him to let her go.
"Go on. Tell me how much you want my cock. Tell me," Hank insisted.
"Oh God, yes. Yes, I want your cock," Lisa cried in a strained voice as she could hear her wrist bones snapping under the strain. One more ounce of pressure and she'd never be able to use her hands again.
"Better," Hank said, letting her go.
The blonde sank to the floor, rubbing her aching hands against her belly. Then she felt something grabbing her hair. There was a violent tug upward. She shrieked in pain as Hank pulled up and back, sending her crashing to the floor on her ass. In a second he was crawling on top of her, filling her nostrils with his stinking, breath. Lisa groaned with disgust as she let him unbutton her uniform and tear it off. She was helpless. She couldn't fight back. Better to let him do whatever he wanted to her.
Hank finished peeling off her uniform and panties, then stood up and towered menacingly over her.
"Let's drag the dining room table in here," he said to Claude.
Lisa stayed on the floor, fighting for breath as terror robbed her lungs of air. She heard the two men leave the living room and struggle with the heavy oak table in the other room. They scraped and banged that piece of furniture against the walls and floor as the two brothers finally brought it into the room.
"Let's get her up on it," Claude said.
Lisa felt herself lifted, then set down on the hard polished surface. Her arms dangled over the sides. She tried to control herself, breathing slow and easy, hiding the nervous flutter that rippled through her belly. She closed her eyes and hoped that lightning would rip through the roof and blast the Deckers away.
Lisa's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy breathing over her. She opened her eyes and saw Claude and Hank peering down at her. Suddenly the blonde felt as if she were on an operating table. Then she remembered the knife. She could imagine the joy they'd have with her.
"Ohhhh!" Lisa cried out as she doubled up suddenly. Her knees rose to her tits as her face twisted in pain. Hank had swung his doubled fist down into her lower belly with all his strength. The blow seemed to go past her belly muscles and tear down into her pussy. Lisa gagged. The dull pain seemed to wrench her guts inside out. Her eyes opened wide as she braced herself for another attack.
It didn't come. Hank moved quickly over to Marilyn and dragged her up off the couch. Art had been fingering her tits when his older brother dragged the groaning brunette over to Lisa.
"Come on babe and eat your friend," the big man ordered.
"What?" the brunette cried out in disbelief. Lisa raised her head and looked at the two of them in horror. What he was asking Marilyn to do was sickening.
"I said you're gonna eat out your friend," he growled, pushing Marilyn roughly against the table. She caught herself in time, nearly tumbling over the table Lisa still lay on. Claude grabbed Lisa's legs and pulled her down until her ass barely hung over one edge.
"Come on, baby, a hot lunch's on the table," Claude taunted nastily.
Marilyn looked at Lisa in disbelief, then turned away and shook her head silently back and forth.
"You ain't got much of a choice," Hank said angrily while Claude spread Lisa's legs far apart.
Marilyn still refused. Angered, Hank pulled her roughly away from the table and held her tightly by the hand. He raised his hand high in the air, then brought down the closed fist hard against her cheek. Marilyn shrieked with the pain as blood oozed out of her mouth. He was opening wounds he'd made in the same way earlier. He raised his hand again and again, crashing his fist over and over Marilyn's bleeding face until she screamed that she'd do anything.
He let the groaning woman go. Blood oozed down her chin and dribbled onto her uniform as she staggered toward the front of the table and Lisa's exposed snatch.
"I-I've never done this before," the brunette sobbed brokenly as she stared at Hank and Claude.
"Learn," the big blond Decker brother said, putting both his hands on Marilyn's shoulders and shoving her to her knees. Lisa raised her head higher and saw her friend's broken, twisted, bleeding face level with her pussy. She dropped her head back to the table, wishing she could have a gun just for a second.
The blonde gritted her teeth as she felt Marilyn's lips touched her pussy. She tried to think of anything that would take her mind off this. But Hank, Art and Claude kept making filthy remarks about how much it turned them on to watch two women making it.
"Shit, witch the way that one's tongue keeps fucking inside her snatch. See? Fuck, blondie over there's gettin' turned on," Art said.
In fact, what he observed was partially true. Lisa at first resisted what was happening down on her snatch. The idea that another woman was actually eating her snatch. That idea had never turned Lisa on before. But trapped here in this farmhouse with those maniacs, the blonde nurse felt her body doing strange things. She had reacted crazily in the mountain cabin before under Hank's big knife and cock. Here it was turning on to a woman's mouth. She closed her eyes and gave into a warm lush feeling washing over her juicing pussy. She felt Marilyn's warm tongue sliding up and down the sensitive area between her fat outer labes and her smaller, more tender inner ones. Her clit slowly slid out of its sheath, pepping up and growing stiff and red with blood as Marilyn's mouth magically worked over her swampy box.
"Look. Fuck, her titties are growin'," Hank said.
Lisa could feel her nipples poking up and stretching deliciously as the brunette concentrated her licking on that sputtering clit.
"Ahhhh," Lisa instinctively sighed as she felt her friend's warm lips brush over her clit. Her spread legs trembled with excitement as she felt the mixture of spittle and cunt juice trickle out of her wet slit and ooze down into her asscrack. It was incredible, but she felt herself rocketing up to a big cum. It was the first time she'd ever had anything sexually to do with another woman. Yet here she was, helpless on a table and about to blow her load into her best friend's mouth.