Doris whimpered and steeled her nerves. Her muscles tightened as she clenched her teeth, biting her lip. She grimaced with disgust as she felt his gushing jism spurting into her.
Her asshole ached terribly, rubbed raw and red from Jerry's stiff, raping cock-thrusts. She felt intense pain and unbelievable humiliation. Jerry was a perverted sex maniac, and he had ass-fucked her brutally, without any pity or remorse!
As he shuddered and his quivering cock deposited its cum deep in her aching asshole, he grunted and gasped for air. He finished his diabolical ass-fucking and rolled off of the raped young teen-ager. He smiled lewdly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head – his wicked, lust satiated!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jerry left to go to the Congressman's mansion, leaving Doris tied up in the shabby wooden building. He had checked the knots on the ropes that bound her wrists to the legs of the couch, and they were tight! There was no way for her to escape. Even so, she twisted and turned, trying to figure out same way to loosen her bonds. It was impossible. The pain that racked her body soon became too much for her to bear. Nature took its course – and Doris blacked out.
The wretched teen-age girl was still unconscious when a man and a young woman, entered the shabby wooden building.
"Is this the bitch?" the woman asked, a snide tone in her voice.
Doris awakened, but she kept her eyes partially closed – just open wide enough to look at the two people who had entered. They were glowering at her – smug, self-important expressions pasted to their young faces.
"Yeah, Uncle Barth said to pick her up out here. Obviously, sister, this is the bitch. Doris is her name. That's what Uncle Barth said, anyway."
"Christ!" the girl said. "Uncle Barth sure gave us a tough job to do this time. You know, we could get in real trouble doing this."
"Don't sweat it, Sis," the young man said. "The private jet is waiting at a small airport not far from here. The pilot's cool. Listen, Suzanne. If you want to chicken out, it's all right with me. I can take care of the little bitch all by myself, if I have to. Nobody says you have to come along."
"Nothing doing, Samuel. I want to go along. This is liable to be fun. We're gonna have total control over the bitch. Aren't we?" the young woman asked.
"You bet your sweet ass, Sis. We can use her in any way we want – all the way to Mexico! Then, we're supposed to take her to Uncle Barth's secluded country estate outside of Culiacan, where she'll be trained as a house servant. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of fun with the cunt. But I have strict orders not to let you get too tough with the little slut. Understand?"
"Yeah, all right. I understand," the young woman replied, pouting with apparent frustration. Doris detected a glint of evil in the woman's eyes.
Doris took a long look at the young couple. She realized that the man, Samuel, was Congressman Barth's nephew. He wore jeans and an open collared shirt. His chest had dark black hair coveting it, and his arms were muscular. The woman was obviously Samuel's sister – his younger sister. She struck a stunning figure, with a haughty and somewhat nasty disposition. She was obviously accustomed to luxury and, like her brother, to leading a very privileged life.
The girl's tits were big and firm, thrusting upward and showing a deep cleavage through the thin, filmy silk blouse that she wore loosely. She had a taut, curvaceous ass and a tiny waist that accentuated her luscious, sexy figure.
Samuel bent down and untied the knots of the ropes which bound Doris chafed wrists to the legs of the couch. Doris continued to pretend that she was out cold.
"Time to wake the little cunt up," Samuel snorted gruffly.
Suzanne needed no further cue. She sauntered forward and lifted her foot up high, bringing her high heel down hard on Doris' tender tit. Doris flinched in pain as the woman ground the heel of her shoe into her nipple, laughing sadistically.
"Wake up, stupid!" the woman shouted cruelly. "Wake up and meet your masters."
"Back off, Sis!" Samuel hissed. "There's plenty of time for that stuff later." He lifted Doris up off the floor. She immediately fell back down, rubbing her sore and chafed wrists, trying to regain her strength.
"Get the fuck up!" Suzanne commanded in a harsh and shrill voice. She kicked Doris in her ass, digging the tip of her pointed shoe into the young girl's soft flesh.
Doris hastened to obey, rising unsteadily on her shaking legs. She stared long and hard at her tormentors, frightened at the manner in which they were abusing her. She wasn't sure what they were up to, but she knew damn well, that whatever it was, it was no good.
"Where are you going to take me?" she asked weakly.
"To Mexico, bitch!" Suzanne rasped. "You're gonna go with us. You're lucky. You're gonna go first-class, in my Uncle Barth's specially equipped jet. I'm sure you'll get a kick out of the flight. Ha! Ha!"
"Put this dress on. Right now!" Samuel instructed. "The plane's waiting for us."
Doris put on the flimsy cotton dress that Samuel flung at her. She was led out the door and into a waiting limousine. She was forced to stretch out on the floor, under the feet of Samuel and Suzanne. During the drive to the airplane, Suzanne kept grinding her heels into Doris' back, digging painfully into the girl's tender flesh. Doris was stiff and racked with pain, her poor back aching terribly from the tips of the sharp heels. She was very happy when they reached the small jet plane. They pushed her in, and before long they were airborne – heading for Mexico.
The jet plane was small, but it was strangely decorated. A big, wooden box stood in the corner and there was a post affixed to the floor. It had a ring attached to it. Samuel opened the wooden box and pulled out a thin leather strap. He casually walked toward Doris and grabbed her under her arms, flinging her toward the steel pole. Before she knew what was happening, Samuel had tied her up.
"This," Samuel said, by way of explanation, "is a whipping post." He gestured to his sister, who stepped toward the wooden box. She reached inside and pulled out a horrible looking whip. The whip was dark black, with a thick leather handle and nine thin leather tendrils dangling down in front. Suzanne stroked the whip lovingly, running the tendrils through her fingers and glowering at the helplessly bound blonde girl. Suzanne smiled lewdly, licking her lips in anticipation as she fondled the whip. "Shall we start with the cat?" she asked her brother.
"I'll start with the cat, Sis!" Samuel said coolly. "You shut up and stay put. You're not getting your nasty hands on the bitch until I'm finished getting my kicks." He ripped the whip out of Suzanne's hands and stood above Doris, menacingly, his legs stretched far apart. "I haven't had a chance to whip a young cunt in a long time. I've been looking forward to a chance like this. I'm sure Uncle Barth wouldn't mind if I worked her over a bit. I won't damage his house servant too badly!"
Doris stared up at the man wide-eyed, her heart racing with fear. "What are you talking about? What's a cat?"
Suzanne and Samuel exchanged knowing glances and shook their heads laughing at the naive young girl who was tied to the whipping post. "A cat-of-nine-tails," Samuel said, smirking. "A cat-of-nine-tails is a whip, a whip that was used in medieval days to torture people. I'm going to use it to torture you!"
"But, why? I didn't do anything! Why would you want to torture me?" she asked in a thin and quivering voice. Her voice was a mere whine, barely audible. She couldn't understand what was happening. She had done nothing to anger Samuel. Why in the world would he want to harm her? It made no sense at all!
"Because I feel like it," he answered matter-of-factly. "I feel like hurting you. I feel like beating you. In fact, I think I'll whip that dress off of your body!"
"Nooooo!" she shrieked.