"Get away from me! Oh, Diane, Diane!"
"Bitch!"
Doug pulled her by the hair once more, standing over her and drawing her face hard against his left leg. She cracked her lip against his kneecap. The more he pulled on her hair, the louder she screamed and more infuriated the young man appeared to become.
"Stop it! Oh God somebody help meeeee!"
"Goddamn! You're as fuckin' loud as some kinda air raid siren!"
He dropped her hair, swinging one hand around and back handing the teen. Shari let out a yelp, snapping backward. Her legs seemed to fly out from under her as she was propelled backward toward the door. Then something struck her head. The dresser perhaps. She felt something metallic nearly crushing her skull. Stars popped in front of her while a buzzing sound shot through her head. She was going to faint. Shari could feel a dark curtain descending over her, making her feel so dizzy, so sick. She saw Doug coming at her, his hands outstretched. Then everything went black as the young blonde teen slumped unconscious to the floor.
Shari had no idea how long she had been out. Were they still at Diane's? She had no idea. When she came to, she found her head lolling. She caught glimpses of an overhead light. She was being carried. The echoing walls around her told the teen she was in some small room of passage. When she blinked her eyes open, Shari saw she was in some horrid basement. The musky damp smell invaded her nostrils.
"Put ‘er there. I think she's comin' around," Frank said.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Doug dumped her next to her friend Diane. But how different Diane looked now. They had stripped her, torn all the clothes from her body except her electric blue panties. They were torn around the ass and front as if someone had beaten her with a belt or something. Diane was awake, staring down at Shari, for they had also bound her wrists to a set of overhead chains, her toes dangling two inches from the floor. Tears streaked her dirty face as she stared pitifully down at the cringing blonde teen.
"Diane!"
Shari was shocked, quickly coming to her senses as she stared in disbelief at her hanging friend. Drawing her fingers to her mouth, she stifled a cry. How much longer before she was dangling from pulleys, her feet barely touching the ground? Instinctively, Shari drew her elbows in against her chest, afraid even to move as she continued to stare up at her hanging friend.
"It hurts, Shari. I'm sorry," Diane sobbed in a whisper. "They said they wanted to come over and have some fun. I didn't know-I didn't know they were into his kind of thing!"
Shari shook her head, now daring to turn around and stare at the two men.
"Like it, baby? Like it, Shari? You wanna join your friend?"
"No!"
But Shari knew she would be next, and trembled at the thought of it.
Chapter 5
"It's pretty big, the basement," Doug said, looking around. "My old man uses it for some car repair shit. Sure don't know what half this stuff is."
He picked up a wrench from a work bench near by and examined it.
"But I know how to use it on cunts like you. Get ‘er down there, by the clamps."
Frank had already stripped Shari, peeling the blouse and bra from her, then tearing the skirt from her waist. Like with Diane, they left her panties on for the moment.
Shuffling with bare feet over the uneven concrete floor, the girl moved to the far wall where a pair of clamps hung from the cinderblocks. Just in front of the clamps, Shari noticed a large drain about twelve inches in diameter.
"Get rid of these," Frank said, curling his fingers around her panties and pulling them down.
"No!"
Shari jerked her hands down, clutching at the slippery nylon material with her fingers. But Frank was too fast for her, tearing off her panties, then shoving her forward as he pulled them from her feet. The girl flung her hands around her pussy, trying to cover it from their greedy eye.
"Might as well clean ‘er up before fuckin' around with her. My old man cleans up engines and parts and shit with these," Doug said, picking up two wands from clamps bolted into the wall some five feet from the chains. "Just like a fuckin' car wash, hot ‘n cold. We can see what makes this one jump the highest."
"What… what are you going to do?" Shari asked, still not believing she was in this nightmare.
"Held ‘er down while I clamp up her tits," Doug said.
"Clamp?" Panicked, Shari looked at the horrible things dangling against the wall in front of her. She could see the tiny teeth, the spring action that kept the jaws closed stiffly against one another. He was moving toward her with one of them.
"Stop it, stop!"
She screamed, struggling wildly against Frank. Her feet slipped and slid over the slippery cold floor while her tits danced against her rising and falling chest. Doug waited a second, then squeezed down hard, opening the jaws of the black clamp fully. Shari felt the cold metal for a moment. Then the awful clamp chewed down on her nipple and the surrounding flesh, biting down like an animal determined to rip off her tit.
"Eaghbgbghghghgh!"
Never before had the girl felt such agonizing pain! She threw herself back, her head snapping to one side while her screams filled the room. Diane wailed in sympathy, straining her eyes to see what was happening in the far end of the basement. Shari screamed again, her throat going hoarse and hurting from the intensity of her cries. She twisted to the right, feeling a shooting pain in the wrists. It was Frank, jerking her arms around, twisting her round so Doug could put the other clamp on her tits.
"Yaghghhghghghhh!"
Shari knew she couldn't move back. As agonizing as the pain was, shooting through her crushed nipples, she knew she couldn't step back. The chains were pulling her fits up off her heaving chest as she stepped away from the wall. Any farther and she would surely tear her nipples off. Her head fell forward, her sobs turn 4ng into gurgles as the sharp pain gave way to a dull throbbing ache.
"Tie ‘er up, man. Don't want the cunt talkin' these thing off while we work her over," Doug suggested.
They bound her wrists together tightly with some quarter-inch clothes line they found nearby. Left over right, Doug looped the rope around until he secured her wrists in a slipknot.
"Okay, we'll start now."
Doug passed one wand to Frank, then reached around and switched on the water. Immediately, Shari felt a blast of hot water smashing into, her ribcage. She opened her mouth in surprise, only to have a lungful of water splash down her throat. Turning her head, she felt her feet slipping from under her on the seal slick floor. But she had to remain upright. If be didn't, she would surely tear her tits off!
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Frank had switched his on now, the two of them playing a stream of scalding and freezing water over her body. She struggled to remain upright, but she felt herself skating and sliding on the wet floor.
"Oh, oh, no!"
How the clamps hurt her nipples! They seemed to be alive, chewing at every moment harder and harder, their sharp little metal teeth tearing at her nipple flesh. And all the while, the water was hitting like, a hammer on her sensitive cuntal flesh, opening up her pussy and sending fiery sensations into her clit. Shari fell against the wall, pressing one cheek against the cold cinder blocks and sobbing. Her knees were knocking together*bile she gasped for air. How horrid! All this, and her cunt was betraying her, nearly paralyzing her with a hot blast of erotic sensation!