"Let's make sure the broads know where we stand first," Claude said, curling his upper lip into a sneer.
"Oh God, leave us alone!" Lisa pleaded as she watched Hank and Claude walk up to her and Marilyn. Claude stopped and reached in his pocket for his cigarettes.
"Smoke?" he asked Lisa, shoving the pack under her nose.
"No," she said, raising her hand protectively over her tits. She watched as the blond man lit his cigarette, then flicked out the match and tossed it on the floor. Suddenly she felt something fly by her face. There was the sound of a sharp crack, followed by a cry of pain. Claude had struck Marilyn hard across the mouth, sending the brunette sprawling onto the wooden floor. Lisa started to bend down to help her friend, but felt Claude's strong, ape-like hand gripping hers tightly and forcing her down to her knees. He laughed, then knocked her on her ass.
"Please, you're hurting me," Lisa wailed.
"I know. We'd do a lot more, but we need you for our brother. We wanna let you bitches know what to expect if you try anything funny."
Hank moved up next to his brother then turned facing Marilyn. The brunette had just pulled herself up to a squatting position when the big man drove the toe of his heavy boot into Marilyn's belly with a sickening thud. Marilyn screamed and fell back, vomiting on the floor as the two men laughed.
Lisa felt a scream building up inside her as she watched her friend. She started to crawl toward the cot when Claude noticed what she was doing.
"Gag her," Claude said to Hank as he stooped down and caught her under the arms. The blonde struggled helplessly as the two brothers ripped her uniform off. She felt their powerful fingers tearing away her clothes. They laughed and made lewd, frightening comments about what they were going to do to her pussy.
After stripping her, Claude and Hank dragged her across the dirty cabin floor to one of the cots near the fireplace. Pressing her roughly on the cot, they stuffed a foul-tasting rag in her mouth while Hank grabbed her hands and stretched them high over her head.
"What are you doing?" Lisa wailed as the big man pulled her arms down and tied them to either leg of the cot under her head.
"Let's take care of her now. We've got another nurse," Art said, propping himself up and watching what was happening. Lisa saw the insane glare in his eyes. Lisa felt her heart pounding as she saw Claude and Hank pondering their younger brother's suggestion.
"Naw, no good. We might need both of 'em later. We'll wait," Claude finally decided.
Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, then gasped when Claude took the cigarette out of his mouth and brought it down to her tit. Hank had moved around to her feet and was holding her legs widely spread apart.
"Sure you don't want a cigarette?" Claude asked, laughing as he lowered the burning cigarette toward Lisa's thigh.
Lisa tried to pull her legs together and roll away from the cigarette. She yanked her arms first to the left then to the right, pulling at the rope wrapped around her wrists. It was useless. She was tapped. Lisa cringed away as she felt the heat of the cigarette slowly grow more intense. She could smell the strong odor of the tobacco drifting into her nostrils.
"Mmmmm," Lisa wailed through the gag. The glowing cigarette end was reddening the skin of her outer cuntlips. She writhed more desperately. A little sob escaped past the foul rag stuffed in her mouth.
"Gonna give us any trouble, honey?" Claude asked, sneering obscenely at Lisa.
The blonde shook her head violently back and forth. She closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that welled up in her eyes. Terror of what was to happen and fear of the singeing pain of that cigarette gripped her heart. In the background she could hear Marilyn whimpering.
"If you cause us any trouble, we'll do more of this to you," Claude said, touching the cigarette to her skin, then dragging it toward her pussy.
Lisa's body arched upward and trembled like a leaf. The cords stood out in her neck as she strained to be silent. The line of pain moved closer to her cunt. With a whispering crackle, the first curly hairs on her snatch lips burned. The smell of singeing hair added to the odor of the tobacco.
Oh God, please let me die now, Lisa thought as the pain became more intense. The blonde nurse felt as if hot coals had been dumped over her cunt. She shuddered again, straining every muscle in her body against the hands around her ankles and the ropes around her wrists in a vain attempt to scramble away from the searing pain.
"God, don't do anything more to her. Oh please, she said she wouldn't cause you any trouble," Marilyn wailed from the other side of the room.
"Shut up, bitch," Claude said, pulling the cigarette off Lisa's trembling body.
The blonde nurse sighed in relict relaxing and falling back to the cot. She gasped for breath as Claude reached down and pulled the gag out of her mouth.
"You read the papers much? You ever read about how we took care of some of them dumb broads?" Art chuckled as Claude moved around to her head and untied her arms.
"N-no. I'm too busy to read papers," Lisa stammered, unsure of what she should say to keep Art happy and his brothers off her back.
"Hank here's the knife man," Art said in almost a high giggle.
Lisa turned around and stared blankly at the big, black-haired man. She watched closely as Hank walked slowly over to the pile of pots and pans around the table and bent down, fishing around noisily until he found what he was looking for.
"My baby," the big man said, puffing out a leather pouch. Lisa didn't have to wait long to see what was in it. Unsnapping the top, Hank pulled out a long knife with an ornamented ivory and silver handle.
Lisa gasped as she watched him walk over to her cot and sit down on the edge. Claude had gone over to Marilyn and towered over her, warning the brunette not to make any noise.
"I've done a lot of things with this baby," Hank said, running his finger lightly over the dull side of the shining metallic blade lovingly. There was something almost erotic the way Hank treated that knife. Lisa watched him like a hawk. He was capable of driving that weapon into her naked belly at a moment's notice.
"Ooowwww!" Lisa cried out suddenly. The knife cut through the air in a broad arc and sliced a thin line across Lisa's forearm.
The blonde tried to inch away from the sharp pain, covering her slight wound with her hand and backing up on the cot. Sweat broke out on her forehead when she saw how delighted Hank was with her terror. He licked his lips while blood oozed from that stripe on her right arm.
"Turn over, baby," the big man ordered, wiggling the knife for emphasis.
"What are you going to do?" Lisa asked. She winced under his hot, evil stare and drew her hands up to her neck instinctively for protection.
"Do what I tell you to, bitch," Hank said.
Lisa didn't want to argue anymore. She just wanted this nightmare to end, even if it was only for a few minutes or hours. She rolled onto her belly, clutching the edge of the cot in terror. She didn't dare look back at the older Decker brother. She could see his big shadow moving on the floor of the cabin as he moved around on the cot.
Hank licked his lips as he stared at her firm, round asscheeks. Lisa's buttocks quivered and moved, tightening and relaxing continually until it looked as if the blonde were actually inviting Hank to do something with her ass.
Hank breathed harder. His deep breaths seem to fill the room. He carefully moved around the cot, spreading Lisa's trembling legs and kneeled between them.
"Up on your knees, baby. You're gonna pay like every bitch pays Hank," the dark-haired man growled.
Lisa had little choice but to obey him. Slowly she brought her knees up, raising her asscheeks in the air. Lisa waited. She kept thinking about the headlines in the newspapers and what the Deckers did to their victims. The blonde was certain Marilyn and she would fall to the same fate. The only question was when.