"Don't!" Susan screamed.
It was too late. She watched in horror as Jack crashed his fist into Jenny's face. The girl's screams quickly turned to a cry of agony. Another blow across the back of the head brought Jenny to the floor. She slumped onto the carpeting, her hands stretching protectively in front of her. Jack kneed her chin, knocking her head against the front edge of the fireplace.
"Uhhh, no, no."
With that Jenny slumped unconscious to the floor.
"Rope 'em up. Then we'll take 'em down to the garage," Jack said.
"Garage?" Susan whimpered.
"Just a place we fixed up. My old man rented it before he kicked over. My mom let us keep it, figurin' we were fixin' up our cars and all that shit. She don't know half of it!"
"But…"
"Get some more line. She's got plenty down in the basement," Jack said.
Susan continued to writhe on the floor, looking now and then at Jenny. The girl had begun to stir, moving her fingers against the carpeting. Jack noticed this and moved over to her. Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of her curly red hair, jerking her head up from the floor. Jenny grimaced, snapping into consciousness quickly from the pain. Jack lowered his face to hers, nearly spitting into it as he spoke.
"Take it, baby, take it all 'cause we ain't gonna be lettin' you go till we knock some of that high-and-mighty crap outta you."
"Owwwww… lemme go, lemme… uhhhhhh!"
Jack twisted his fingers around more, tearing strands of hair from her scalp. Jenny shouted, her body jerking up while her fingers curled and clawed at the offending hand. Jack let her fight for a moment, then drew one hand back arid slapped the girl hard across the jaw. The blow knocked Jenny back against the fireplace.
Taking advantage of her temporarily stunned condition, he jerked her skirt up to her waist, curling his fingers around her pink cotton panties and pulling, them down to her knees. Jenny weakly put her hands down to protest but Jack was far too strong and determined. He pushed her away from the wall, shoving her skirt up a little more while knocking her legs apart. In a second he had buried his face in her red cuntal thicket, growling like a dog that had just found a delicious bone.
Jenny's face slackened, her eyes rounding as her month opened. Jack was eating out the girl's cunt, burrowing his tongue into her virgin pussy, ticking deep into her cunt. Jenny screamed, scooting her naked ass over the fireplace bricks while flailing her fists against the stud.
"No, no, filthy… filthy, dirty thing! Stop it, stop!"
Her cries only excited Jack more. He licked down deep, scouring her slick, virgin cunt walls. At times he nibbled at the small cunt lips, his square front teeth producing sensations the teen had never dreamed of.
"No, no, oh God!"
Clint returned from the basement with plenty of line in one hand. He stopped at the doorway, grinning at Jack.
"Couldn't wait, eh?"
"Owwwwwwwww!"
Jenny screamed again. Jack had torn out several cunthairs with his teeth. The girl rolled her head from left to right, strands of her red hair clinging to her dampened cheeks. Susan could see Jenny still couldn't believe this was happening to her. Again she looked pleadingly at her teacher, searching for an answer.
"Rope 'em up and let's take 'em away through the back. Looks like nobody's home at the house next door. We're just gonna make sure you don't get any ideas."
Jack fished out what appeared to be a red latex ball from his leather jacket pocket. Susan stared at it, wrinkling her forehead in curiosity.
"Open up."
"What?"
"I said, open up! Gonna make sure you and the bitch over there don't talk or scream or nothin' when we haul you outta here."
Swearing under his breath, Jack reached down, pressing the fingers of both hands on either side of her jaw. Susan screamed with pain, her head feeling as if it were going to split apart. The woman felt something slipping between her teeth. That ball, that horrid ball! Jack jammed the thing into her mouth and when she tried pushing it out with her tongue, he slapped her across the face.
"Keep 'er there."
Taking a small piece of line Clint had brought from the cellar, Jack wrapped it around her head, affixing the ball in her mouth. Jenny was less fortunate. She had begun fighting Clint wildly, one of her legs kicking out. Slapping her twice, the stud finally tried to put a rubber ball in her mouth.
"Just jam somethin' in the bitch's mouth. We'll knock 'er around before she leaves so she won't cause too much trouble."
Fishing out a dirty handkerchief from his back pocket, Clint tried pushing it into the girl's mouth. Jenny screamed more loudly, growing wild at the prospect of being gagged. Clint swore, grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head around. He jerked her face forward, knocking it against his knees. Again and again he pounded the teen's nose and chin against his knee until Susan thought he would permanently disfigure Jenny.
"Uhfhfhfhhfhfffff!"
"Now lick them boots, bitch! Lick 'em!" Clint growled.
He still held her by the hair, pushing her head down, rubbing her lips against the tops of his black boots.
Jenny gagged, her hands braced to either side at her body. She tried moving away but Clint only kicked her against the skull, threatening to smash her head it she did anything crazy like try to escape.
"Uhhhhh!"
In the end he won, forcing her lips against the tops of his boots. Susan turned away, sickened by the sight. Jenny was gagging, coughing and sobbing, being forced to lick up and down around the tops of Clint's boots. Jack laughed, taking another segment of line and twisting it around Susan's wrists.
"She's learnin' fast," Jack commented wryly, cinching the rope more tightly around the woman's hands.
Susan grunted, the rough hemp slicing into her flesh. It was no worse, thank God, than the other night when they had strung her up from the rafters and beaten her.
"Come on, slut! Slick down them boots get that tongue workin' in the gutters."
Jenny coughed, turning her head and spitting out the vile mixture of spit and dirt. Clint ripped more strands from her scalp, drawing out more cries of pain and agony from the teen. He dragged her lips down the gutters, then turned his boot up so she would be forced to tongue his heels and soles.
"Ughghghhhhhh!"
Jenny had had enough. They had defeated her. Jack and Clint saw this and smiled, getting up and moving td the girl.
"The handkerchief oughtta be good enough for this one till we get 'em back to our place," Jack said, taking the teen by the shoulders and pushing her back.
Jenny had closed her eyes, tears oozing from under her long red lashes. Her cheeks were reddened by his blows. He brushed the foul smelling handkerchief against her dirt-smeared lips.
"Now open up and take it. We're gonna make sure you don't scream or nothin'."
Jenny opened her eyes, staring with raw hatred at her tormentors. Bur there was nothing, she could do. Her teacher had betrayed her and there would be no hope in escaping from these animals just yet. Obediently, Jenny did as she was told.
Jack grinned, balling up the handkerchief and shoving it past her front teeth. The girl gagged and swallowed, once more closing her eyes in shame and defeat.
"Get the tape."
Clint taped the rag in the girl's mouth while Jack cinched her wrists behind her in a double slipknot. No one said another word as the two teens hauled the bound women up to a standing position and forced them to march into the kitchen.
CHAPTER SIX
Jack and Clint had lost no time in getting the women to the garage. The teens had turned the building into a kind of bondage playroom and, when Susan first stumbled in, she drew in a sharp breath, taking in the various odd devices. She felt her flesh crawling with horror. Jenny was completely at sea, staring wide-eyed at Susan, then at this horrid building.