Both teens lumbered out the garage, slamming the side door behind them so hard that the painted-over windows rattled in their frames. In a moment the only sounds in the room were Jenny's heavy breathing punctuated by her moans. At times she tried jerking her bound arm, attempting to break the rope holding her to the overhead device. But it was impossible.
Then she moved her foot around to the pyramid, sighing with relief as she rook much of the weight from her wrist and shoulder off. But then the pressure of that rounded tip against her arch grew incredibly painful. With another gasp the teen kicked herself free, bouncing with increasing agony from the overhead pulley.
"Oh God, Jenny, I'm so sorry. They made me do it. I didn't have any choice!" Susan cried, feeling she had to say something to her tortured student: "Oh God, Miss Evans, it hurts so much! Oh, oh, I don't think I can take it!"
"You have to, Jenny. There's no alternative. You have to. No matter what they do to you, just think about surviving. This can't last all night," Susan said encouragingly, not believing her own words.
"Oh, oh!"
Jenny twisted around on the rope, not saying much more to her teacher. There were times when her heart-rending cries made Susan tremble in her bonds. Finally the woman couldn't take it any more.
"Scream if it helps, Jenny. It's sure to make you feel better."
"Oh, ohhhhh… aghghghhh!"
Susan tore at her chains. Jack had been shrewd in his punishment. Even though she herself was suffering no pain she watched helplessly while this innocent girl twisted and writhed in agony. Susan swallowed that lump of guilt.
"Oh, Jenny, does it hurt very much?" she finally asked after Jenny sank once more to the pyramid.
"Oh yes, yes! My shoulder's on fire and my arm hurts, Miss Evans. I think I could stand it for a few more minutes. But if they leave me like this all night… oh God, I'm going to lose my arm. I know it. I can't take this any more!"
Jenny's cries were becoming more desperate, driving Susan half mad with horror. At times they tried to talk but what was there to say?
The woman stood there feeling more and more miserable, the metal collar cutting into her throat, reminding her of her bondage. She began, to twist and writhe as Jenny's cries became more and more frenzied. In the end Susan herself started to scream, her shouts joining Jenny's. In a moment Clint came in, a beer can in one hand. Jack stepped in right behind him, slamming the side door shut.
"Jesus Christ! You're gonna wake up the dead with all this screetchin'," Clint said, looking up at the hapless Jenny.
"Take her down. It's unfair to leave her like this. For God's sake, take her down!" Susan cried as she looked with tear-blurred eyes at the student.
"You wanna take her place? You wanna hang up there instead of her?"
Susan swallowed again. She remembered having hung from the rafters – that feeling of helplessness, of complete vulnerability. They could whip her again, peeling the flesh off her bones as they nearly had the other night. She had seen Jenny's look of surprised horror when the teens had stripped her. All those whip-stripes still marred her assflesh and back. Could she endure something like that again?
"I… yes, she can't take something like this much longer. I can," Susan said.
"Noble," Jack commented.
"Yeah, but that ain't the plan. Let's put a box under the little bitch while we work with this one," Clint said, nodding at Jenny.
The redhead teen sighed with some relief when Jack pushed a small overturned wooden box in place of the pyramid. At least she was able to stand on her tip-toes and bring considerable relief to her arm. Jack then moved up to Susan, removing the collar that had held her pinned to the wall.
"Over here."
The woman shuffled past Jenny, marveling at the way the teens had trussed her. Jack stopped her by a workbench. Clint was moving that gray metal box up to them.
"Think you can fuck her in the ass while she hangs up like that?"
Jenny overheard the suggestion and began wailing like a mad woman. "No, no, don't touch me like that! I'm not like Miss Evans! Don't touch me!" Susan reddened.
"Some pupil, eh Miss Evans?" Jack chuckled.
Clint moved to the screaming girl, patting her ass, then moving around behind her and holding her ass cheeks apart. Jenny threw back her head and kept on shouting at him, begging him to leave her alone while she dangled there helplessly. Clint shoved his face in her ass, licking, tunneling with his tongue, laughing as the teen reddened and gasped at the feel of his mouth on her asshole.
"Don't worry about her. You're gonna have enough problems of your own," Jack advised.
"What?" Susan gasped.
"Get on the table."
Susan did as she was told, swinging her long, naked legs onto the splintery surface.
She rubbed her heels over the top, watching as Jack bent down and pulled out a weird assortment of objects. They were all about three inches long or in diameter and had screws on them. She wrinkled her forehead, glancing at the still-shouting Jenny, then moving her eyes back to Jack. He had picked up one clamp-like object and was opening it.
"What… what are they?" Susan asked, her mind reeling at the possibilities those horrid things suggested.
"Things to make you feel good," Jack said, climbing half onto the table.
He pushed her back until her head struck the table. Susan lay there like a victim undergoing some hideous operation. He was tugging her thighs wide apart, smoothing his fingers over her flesh, watching her face reflect the uncertainty and horror at what was going on. Looking over her jutting, hard-nippled tits Susan watched as her student took one earring-like object and brought it down to her pussy. She shivered, jerking her ass off the table while curling her toes until they cramped. The metal was cold against her pussy lips and she was about to protest but then thought better of it.
"Uhhhhh!"
"That's it, baby, that's it, just take it easy. It ain't gonna be hard for you to take it. You've been through a lot more."
He was screwing one of those things onto her cuntlips, letting it fall to one side. He had her cunt labe trapped in a screw and was pulling it to one side.
"Ohhhhhh!"
It was such a weird feeling being opened that way. She shifted her ass against the wooden table top, feeling the splinters knifing into her white, goose-fleshed skin. That prickling sensation added to her own delight. She groaned, rubbing the backs of her legs against the wood behind her, Jenny was still creaming and Susan could hear the wet, smacking sounds of Clint's mouth against the girl's asshole.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"That's good, real good."
Jack smiled as the woman gritted her teeth in pain and odd delight. That pulling sensation was doing strange things to her. Susan feared the screw might tear into her flesh. But at the same time the feeling of pressure and pulling against her cunt was sending streams of pleasure into her brain. How odd the two opposite feelings, pleasure and pain, were vying for attention.
"Now for the next one."
Jack attached another ring to her other cunt lip, letting it fall gently to the other thigh.
Susan groaned, arching her spine slightly from the table top. She was spread wide open, feeling the cool air blowing gently against her warm cuntal mouth. How horrible! And there was more to come!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You just can't get enough of this crap, can you? The more I throw out, the more you want. Too bad your prize pupil over there can't feel the same way," Jack said, nodding in Jenny's direction.
Again Susan glanced at the hanging redhead. Clint was going crazy around her ass, his hands pinching her black-and-blue while his tongue still tunneled into her asshole. There were times when he fucked her with his fingers, driving them in until Jenny shouted something about still being a virgin. Clint only laughed and threatened to pop her cherry with a knife.