"She's gonna have to have some training to make her a little more friendly," Clint suggested, removing Jenny's gag.
A lock of terror shadowed Jenny's face, she began backing away. Jack grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her forward. Clint unbound Susan's wrists, reaching around and pulling the gag from her mouth.
"Uhhhh…"
Susan moved her tongue against the insides of her cheeks, trying to wash away the terrible taste of the latex ball. She felt him unbuttoning her dress.
"No, not here… not in front of her," Susan whispered.
"Gettin' too fuckin' modest now you got one of the kids here? Well, too bad."
There were tearing sounds and Susan screamed as Clint tore her dress in two. She bent slightly at the waist, her tits jiggling in the confines of her tight-fitting bra.
Susan watched Jenny being spun around, her blouse and skirt also being ripped from her body. The screeching redhead tried kicking at Jack and but the dark-haired stud only laughed at her wild attempts, slapping her twice before hooking one hand around her bra and snapping it from her body.
"Noooo!" Jenny cried, her eyes wide, her upper arms hugging inward to hide her tits.
Jack slapped her arms apart, knocking them to either side of her body. Jenny staggered back, fighting off the young man, unable to protect herself. Susan felt Clint pulling her panties down at the same time that Jack finished stripping the sobbing teen. She saw Jenny's full, plump ass jiggling as her body pitched backward. The bright golden-red cunt hairs surrounding Jenny's pussy glistened in the over head light as she again tried to protect her cunt and nipples from public view.
"Man, she's nice… just about like I thought she'd be," Jack said, glancing over at the howling girl.
"Yeah, and when we get through with her, fuckin' her good 'n proper; she's gonna be screamin' for more cockmeat – just like teach over there," Clint observed.
"Stop it!" Susan cried, clapping her hands over her cars.
"Too bad. We must've said something to offend the bitch," Jack said mockingly.
"Let's get this one hung up on the pyramids. That'll cool the slut down."
"And we're gonna make sure you don't run around and do something stupid," Jack said to Susan, backing her up.
The woman shuffled backward. Again she looked around her, staring at the whips, riding crops, and other devices hanging from the wooden walls. Finally she felt her naked ass pressing against the wall behind her. Jack grinned at her, raising one hand up to her face. Susan flinched,, certain he was going to strike her.
But instead be hooked on a metal collar device which screwed into the rotting wood to one side of her throat. He tightened it across her windpipe until she could hardly breathe or swallow. She couldn't take a single step forward or to either side and Susan stared at Jenny, who was struggling with Clint near-by.
The teen was fingering her pussy, sliding his hands all around her cunt and grinning while the hapless girl jerked in his arms. Her tits slapped against one another while her thighs jiggled and shivered. With a cruel laugh Clint reached around and grabbed her ass hard, squeezing until Jenny yelped, her legs kicking out in front of her.
"Yaghghghhh!"
"Get 'er up," Jack said.
Susan watched in shocked fascination as the teens began Jenny's ordeal. Clint shoved her forward, still holding tightly onto one of her hands. Jenny kept her head lowered, shamed beyond belief at having been stripped naked in front of all these people. She cast a baleful look at Susan before being told to stand directly under what appeared to be an overhead pulley device.
"Okay, bitch, now you're gonna get a taste of real discipline – not that shit ol' teach over there hands our in class," Jack growled.
"Discipline?"
"Susan over there… your Miss Evans… is gonna have fun watchin' you. It's gonna be a real education for her – teacher gettin' an education. I like it," Clint said, reaching up and turning a small winch.
The pulleys groaned, a rope with a broad, lined cuff descended until it was about four feet from the floor. Jack took Jenny's right hand and stretched it up and out, attaching the cuff to her wrist. The girl shuddered, looking up at the pulley with frightened eyes.
"Nothin' to worry about, baby. Nothin' to worry about," Jack assured her.
Weeping, the teen trembled as Clint moved to the winch and began turning it. The groans filled the room and Jenny gasped, her arms rising higher and higher until the muscles and tendons were strained. She cried out, begging them to stop. Still Clint turned the winch. Her head snapped back, her wails bouncing off the walls. Her fingers curled around the rope as if her nails could somehow cut through the hemp and stop this terrible pressure.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Stop it… oh God, you're hurting her… you're really hurting her!" Susan wailed. Jack and Clint only laughed, Clint still turning the winch, Susan gasped, seeing the girl's feet start to leave the floor. Jenny's face paled, then turned beet red her cheeks puffing out with agony. She cried out again, tears streaming down her flushed face.
"Yaghghghhh!"
Susan watched the strapped girl rise higher and higher until she was nearly eighteen inches from the floor. Susan now understood why the wristband was so broad. Rope alone surely would have cut through the skin.
"Oh God," Susan gasped, watching as Jenny swung out from her bonds.
"No, oh, oh, oh!" the girl gasped.
"Christ, but I like hearin' her shout now," Clint said.
"Come on. Let's finish this up and have a beer while she thinks about what's gain on with her," Jack said, pulling out several lengths of rope from a scratched, dented gray metal box.
"No, no!"
Protesting all the way, Jenny struggled vainly against the two teens. But the more she moved her body, the more pulling agony she was causing to herself. In the end she surrendered, sagging in defeat. Susan turned her head from the scene blinking away tears of guilt while her student suffered horribly at the hands of those sadists.
Clint did most of the work. First he attached an anklet around Jenny's right ankle, then another around her left, wrist. The girl moaned. Jack helped in lifting and bending back their victim's leg, fastening the two hands together with a single strand of rope. Now the weeping girl hung from one wrist, her other wrist and its opposite ankle joined just below her lower back. Her left foot hung down without support, dangling and jerking. Jenny's face reflected her pain and Susan cried out in sympathy.
"Oh, this is terrible! How can you do something like this?"
Jack said nothing, moving around behind the gray metal box and producing an old pyramid of wood approximately eighteen inches in height. Its broad base tapered to a rounded point of about two inches in diameter.
"Don't like seein' somebody hangin' up like that," Jack said, kicking the pyramid under Jenny's dangling foot. "This way you'll have something to take the weight off… if you want. But it's gonna be pretty fuckin' painful after a while standin' on that thing. Just a friendly warnin'."
"Ohhhhhh…"
Jenny's leg moved around, her foot searching wildly for the to rest weight on the pyramid might well be more painful than to hang by the wrist without support. She wondered if Jack's warning was sinking into Jenny's confused brain or not. The woman knew the choice would be a cruelly tantalizing alternative through the night, or however long the teens decided to leave the girl dangling from the ceiling.
Jack stepped back, surveying his work approvingly. He laughed.
"I'm gonna get the fuck out of here now, babe. You've got sometime to think about what the hell's gonna happen to you once we take you down. This is just the start, baby, just the start."