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Spring Break
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A cautionary tale about three girls heading to Florida 
for Spring Break. (M+/F+, nc, rp, bd, tor, huml)

*** 

Trish, Buffy and I decided to drive to Florida for 
Spring Break. Trish’s dad was an old car buff and had 
restored a 1970 Cadillac convertible for her. It was 
huge and the three of us could sit in the front seat 
easily. 

We decided it would be fun to tease the truckers on the 
way down who could easily see into the open car so we 
wore our tiniest micro-skirts and T-shirts cut off just 
below the VASSAR logo so we could flash our boobs. We 
thought that would be good practice for the wet t-shirt 
contests we planned to enter.

We all had great bodies from practicing our cheerleader 
routines and were sure at least one of us would win and 
even if we didn’t we would be able to pick and choose 
among the boys for dates.

We had a great time going down. Buffy’s brother had 
bought us a case of beer which we stuffed into coolers 
of ice and we were laughing and chugging the beer 
enjoying the stares and erratic driving of the truckers 
when we pulled up our skirts to show our tiny panties 
or jerked up the t-shirts.

We almost made it. When we stopped for snacks in 
Georgia Buffy noticed a secondary road that seemed to 
be a shortcut in the map. Since she had been designated 
as navigator we tried it. It was just two lane blacktop 
with very few cars. We missed not being able to shake 
up the truckers but found a new diversion. We began 
throwing the empty beer cans at mail boxes while Trish 
bombed along about 70 in the 55 MPH speed limit.

All of a sudden we were shocked by a loud siren behind 
us. Trish said, "Oh shit! This is gonna cost me." 
Little did she know. 

She pulled over and Buffy suggested she wrap a fifty 
dollar bill around her license since she had heard the 
hick cops often accepted bribes. Trish slid forward in 
her seat to pull her skirt right up to the crotch and 
when this fat cop in a faded uniform came to the door 
she said innocently, "Hi Officer. Did I do something 
wrong?" and handed him her license with the fifty 
wrapped around it.

He stared at her thighs then looked at the license 
saying, "What is the fifty for?" Trish smiled and said, 
"I thought I would pay the fine now to save time. We 
are in a hurry to get to Florida."

He said gruffly, "Girlie this won’t even come close to 
your fines. I have you for speeding, destroying private 
property by hitting the mail boxes, open containers, 
and I think you are all drunk and under age. Get out of 
the car. All of you! Get in the back of my patrol car. 
Now!"

Trish said, "What about my car? am not going to let 
some doofus drive it.  Dad spent a lot of time and 
money restoring it." He pulled his gun! "Girlie don’t 
argue. Your car will be towed. You aren’t going to 
drive it one more foot until you have had a 
breathalyzer."

We felt sick. Our vacation would be ruined. We had 
money and plastic so the fines would be no problem but 
if Trish's license was taken her dad would shit. Buffy 
and my folks would shit if they found out we had been 
arrested.

Obviously we weren’t going to take the chance this 
idiot may shoot us so we got out of the car and into 
the backseat of his which had no door handles and a 
screen between the front and back seat.

It was bad enough to be frightened by our arrest but he 
made it worse by ranting on about how he hated us rich 
kids that thought we owned the world and that we should 
be ashamed of being such sluts and that he may add 
indecent exposure to our crimes.

He made a right turn into another little road that led 
into the woods until we came to a town. It looked like 
a ghost town! There was a big factory building with 
broken windows and obviously vacant and all the 
businesses except a little convenience store had the 
windows and doors boarded up.

He drove up to a concrete building with just a sign 
saying "JAIL" over the door and led us in to put us in 
individual cells while saying, "You can wait here while 
I get the judge." 

The cells were terrible. Just a big iron bed and a five 
gallon bucket obviously to be used as a toilet. As bad 
as I had to pee after all the beer I resolved I would 
die before I squatted over it with no privacy.

Once we were securely locked up he just stood and 
stared at us for a minute. I wished I was wearing 
coveralls and I am sure the other girls felt the same 
way.

Then Trish said, "For Chrissakes. Go get the judge. We 
are in a hurry." 

He just smiled evilly and said, "There ain't no judge. 
I am judge, jury and executioner. The only people in 
town are my sister, brother and me since the fucking 
factory closed to move down to Mexico for the cheap 
spick labor. We wouldn’t be here either if I had not 
come up with this scheme."

Trish said, "You mean you can make a living off of 
traffic tickets?" 

"Hell no, there's lots more to it than that. You girls 
are worth money!" 

Trish said, "Oh shit girls! We have been kidnapped. How 
much ransom are you going to want? Our folks have most 
of their money tied up in investments."

He just grinned again and said, "Do you think I am that 
stupid? How could we collect ransom? FBI would be 
crawling all over any place we had your folks put it. 
No, once you are trained you are worth a mint in the 
slave market. Also my brother will pick up your car and 
we will make a phony bill of sale to sell it at a good 
price in the Caribbean where it can’t be traced."

We all began crying. How could this terrible thing 
happen to us? He went into Trish’s cell and said, "Okay 
girlie. Let’s see if you look as good as I think. Get 
those clothes off. Everything! Even the shoes and 
socks."

"Fuck you! You prick! Dad will be calling our motel in 
a few hours to make sure we got there alright and if we 
aren’t there he will call the real cops.  You had 
better turn us loose now or you will be in jail 
forever!"

I knew that was a lie. Her folks were on a cruise with 
my folks and Buffy’s and we hadn’t been able to find a 
motel with a vacancy. We had hoped we might bunk with 
some of the other girls from school. I had to admire 
the lie and hoped it would scare him.

He just walked over her and said, "Bullshit. The cops 
won’t take a missing report until you have been gone 24 
hours. By then there will be no trace of you. Now get 
those clothes off!"

Trish put an arm over her breasts and the other over 
her crotch as she shrilled, "No! No!" He went closer to 
her and yelled, "No? You will never use that word 
again!"

He punched her in the stomach! Hard! She fell to the 
floor gagging and trying to breathe. While she was 
still trying to get her breath he picked her up and 
laid her over the 2 inch pipes of the footboard of the 
bed and jerked her arms over to handcuffs at the sides 
of the bed springs. Then I noticed more cuffs at the 
legs of the foot board which he quickly snapped over 
her ankles. He walked out leaving her there with her 
skirt up to her waist in that horribly bound position.

Trish got back her breath and began struggling to get 
loose but all that did was push her t-shirt up until 
her cute round boobs were rubbing on the dirty 
mattress. She gave up and slumped to the mattress just 
as he returned.  He was carrying a riding crop! I was 
familiar with it. They were so evil I wouldn’t use one 
on my horse but Trish had. I was sure she would know 
now how the horse had felt.

He went over to her and said, "A ‘No’ is worth twenty 
lashes and twenty more anytime I hear it." The quirt 
dug deep into the roundest part of her thinly clad butt 
and by the tenth the panties were ripped and Trish 
screamed, "No! No more! I will take off my clothes. 
Damn you!"

He growled, "Stupid bitch. That is two more ‘No's’." 
She screamed and screamed as he slammed the sixty 
lashes into her until her panties were in tatters and 
her voice went hoarse. Finally her body just jerked at 
each lash as she became too exhausted to struggle then 
she fainted.

He left her cell and walked into Buffy’s. He stared at 
her trembling body a moment then said, "Are you going 
to refuse to strip?" She started to say "No." but 
caught herself changing it to "Nggg. I will strip for 
you. Please don’t hurt me. I will do anything you 
want."

"Good. Do it nice and slow. I want to see your naked 
skin a little at a time." I knew that normally Buffy 
loved to strip in front of boys but this was totally 
different. There was no music or excited boys. Just 
this ugly man with his day old scruffy beard and beer 
belly staring at her malevolently.

She slowly slid her t-shirt up and over her head to 
show her 38D boobs she was normally proud of but this 
time it just made her blush and tremble, she slowly 
unzipped the skirt to slide it down and let it puddle 
at her feet then paused in only her nearly transparent 
panties until he said, "Those too."

She made a little moan then slid down the panties 
slowly revealing her bikini waxed pussy which hid 
nothing. He went over to her and grabbed both her 
breasts squeezing them until his fingers went deep into 
them and then pinching and pulling on the nipples as 
she gasped and trembled obviously fighting her impulse 
to push him away or grab his hands.

As he did it he said, "I hope you do something wrong. I 
will love to see these bouncing under my quirt." She 
blanched at the thought and moaned, "Please. Please! I 
will be good."

"Good. Now kneel down and unzip my pants to give me a 
great blow job." The idea horrified her so much she 
forgot and whined, "No. Please. It will make me sick." 
He smiled evilly and said, "That is a ‘No’. Go over and 
lean back against the wall."

She whined "Oh God. Pleases. Please!" but she slowly 
backed up to the wall as he moved toward her. When her 
butt hit the wall he said, "Put your hands on your 
head. If you take them down I will start over."

She sobbed and tears rolled down her cheeks as she put 
her hands on her head. I couldn’t help but admire how 
beautiful her boobs looked as they rose to eliminate 
any sag. 

He started beating her poor tits with the quirt! She 
screamed and almost ripped out her hair in the effort 
to keep her hands in place as her boobs jumped and 
quivered under the quirt. By the time he finished they 
were a maroon color and had swollen and she was crying 
hysterically.

He smiled and put his hand on his crotch to move the 
huge lump into a more comfortable position then left to 
lock her door and come to mine. He came in and said, 
"Are you ready to strip?

I had determined not to use the "No" word no matter 
what he would want and said in a trembling voice, "Yes. 
I will try to make you happy." I began the slow strip 
dreading the panty part knowing my pussy was completely 
hairless.  I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was 
not him but my boyfriend I was stripping for but he 
would not allow that fantasy by yelling, "Open your 
eyes. Look at me!"

Shame and humiliation returned as I looked at his ugly 
leering face but I knew I had to continue. I slid down 
the panties and stood at attention with my legs apart 
as he ordered. I swear I could feel his eyes covering 
every inch of my body as tears dripped off my chin to 
splash on my breasts.

By then Trish was awake and her and Buffy were staring 
at me. I wished they had the decency to look away as 
that just added to my humiliation as I stood there 
wondering what else I would have to suffer. His next 
statement made me realize even my complete submission 
would not allow me to escape pain.

He grinned at me like a kid with a new toy and said, 
"You mind very well but you should at least have a 
taste of pain to make sure you continue to be good. 
Come over here and slide my belt out of my pants."

I knew it would be used on me and whined avoiding the 
"N" word, "Please.  Do I have to? I have done what you 
asked." "Yes and if you argue you will be punished 
more. Now do it!"

I went to him now sobbing and slid out the belt and let 
it hang from my hand. My only consolation was that it 
seemed much less severe than that terrible quirt he had 
used on Trish to bruise her so terribly.

"Good. Give it to me and say, ‘Please give me 5 spanks 
on my butt.’ Bend over and hold on to your knees for 
it." God this would be the ultimate humiliation to 
actually ask for pain! I wished I could be brave like 
Trish but knew that would be foolish since it would 
just be worse.

I sobbed. "Please give me five spanks on my butt" then 
turned and bent over to grip my knees tightly to brace 
for the pain. It was weird I heard the "whir" of the 
belt and the "Splat!" before I felt the sharp sting on 
my butt. I had never been spanked before and was 
actually relieved it was not as bad as I had feared. He 
had told me to ask for the spanks by counting the next 
number and at two he hit lower at the bottom of my butt 
which stung even more but was still bearable. I was 
able to continue to hold on to my knees and keep my 
response to gasps and shudders until 5 which landed on 
a previously spanked place that stung enough to make me 
scream.

He said, "Good girl! Now turn around and stand up." I 
know it sounds weird but his "Good Girl" pleased me and 
I felt a little proud I was able to do as he asked. 
Unfortunately it was not over.

He said, "Put your hands on your head and push out your 
tits then ask me to give you four spanks on your 
breasts." The thought was horrifying! I whimpered 
"Please don’t do this! I have been good!" "Would you 
rather argue and get twenty?"

"Oh no sir. Please give me four spanks on my boobies." 
At one he hit the side of my left breast to make a 
horrible sting that seemed to sink in deeply and made 
it slap into my right breast. It took all my nerve to 
say "Two" He hit the outside of my right breast to make 
another sting and make it slap into my left breast. I 
paused a moment feeling the terrible stings seem to 
sink into my body before saying "Three." The tip hit 
into my cleavage to jerk my breast toward my armpit and 
drag over my nipple. I had to scream and shuddered a 
moment before saying "Four." He did the same to my 
other breast.

I stood there sobbing with tears running down my cheeks 
as I felt the stings radiate from my poor boobies which 
were beginning to throb with each heartbeat. I caressed 
them trying to soothe them as he watched in glee.

He said, "Okay last bit. Open your legs and ask for 
three to your snatch." I moaned, "Oh how can you be so 
mean!" He had no sympathy saying, "Are you arguing?"

I said, "Oh Jesus!" and opened my legs a little but he 
kept saying "Wider" until I felt the lips open and a 
strain to my inner thighs. When he was satisfied I 
said, "One". he brought his belt up from the floor to 
sting the right side of my crotch. 

To my surprise the sting was no worse than the ones to 
my butt and much less than the ones to my breasts. I 
said "Two" and he hit the other side.  The stings 
radiated into my tummy and around my clitoris. It was 
weird! As the stings radiated I felt an excitement much 
like masturbation. That feeling was stopped when I 
said, "Three." He brought the belt up the center to 
sink into my open slit and rip at my tender inner lips 
and clitoris. I let out a scream at the pain that 
seemed to go deep into my guts and slapped my legs 
together to stand there sobbing and caressing my pussy 
in the hope it may help.

He misinterpreted that completely as he watched me 
rubbing my pussy saying, "Shit! Watching you jerking 
off has made me rock hard. Come over here and undo my 
pants to give me a great blow-job."

I looked over a Trish and Buffy who were staring wide-
eyed and said, "God.  Couldn’t I do it somewhere else. 
This is terribly humiliating to have Trish and Buffy 
see." I realized asking for this concession only 
implied my willingness to do it.

He would not even allow that. He said, "No. I want them 
to watch so they will know how I like it done. Now get 
on your knees and take down my pants." I had gone down 
on my boyfriend once after his begging for months and 
remembered it was not too bad.

I knelt and opened his pants to let them fall to the 
floor revealing surprisingly skinny hairy legs so out 
of proportion to his fat gut. He was not wearing 
shorts. I looked up to his dick.

It was not like my boyfriends at all. It was huge and 
almost a maroon color with big ugly veins looking like 
worms. I took it in my hand noting my fingers barely 
made it around it and brought it to my mouth. As I 
breathed in I smelled this vile odor and knew he had 
not washed it for weeks. I gagged just as he said, "No. 
Don’t put it in your mouth yet. First lick every inch 
of my balls. Be gentle! If you hurt me I will quirt 
your pussy until it bleeds."

It was so gross! I had to gag several times at the 
taste of old sweat and possibly cum on his hairy balls 
but I tried to be as gentle as possible. He had me lick 
the shaft of his dick which was just as bad then put 
the purplish head into my mouth being careful not to 
touch it with my teeth since that had made my boy-
friend scream.

My boy-friend had wanted me to suck gently and lovingly 
but this creep didn’t. He just grabbed my hair and 
began jerking my head back and forth causing me to gag 
as it hit the back of my throat. I dreaded the moment 
his vile spunk would flood my mouth but he wanted to 
humiliate me more.

He pulled back and shot his sperm in my face and eyes. 
He must have not been laid for a long time because 
there was a lot of it and when he had squeezed out the 
last drop I knelt there sobbing at the terrible 
treatment.  He said, "Nice Blowjob. You could make a 
good living doing that. I have to go check on my 
brother. Be back soon. Don’t any of you put on 
clothes!"

I continued to sob as I grabbed the rough wool blanket 
from the bed to wipe off his fishy cum. When I calmed a 
little I sat on the bed and whined, "Jesus! I could 
never have imagined anything happening to me that was 
so bad." To my surprise Trish answered angrily, " What 
the fuck are you talking about. Your skin is just red. 
Look at us. we will have bruises for weeks.  You are 
such a wuss! You could have easily grabbed his gun when 
you took off his belt or blew him and shot the bastard. 
But no! You just did what he wanted like some S and M 
whore."

That was so unfair! I answered angrily, "Are you fuckin 
crazy. I couldn’t shoot a cop! I would be boiled in 
oil. I couldn’t kill anyone anyway. At least I am 
smarter than you. Look at you! Your ass is hamburger 
and you know eventually you will be sucking cock too."

"Maybe, but not without a fight. I have some dignity! 
You are just a coward. Isn’t that right, Buffy?" I felt 
better when Buffy said, "My tits hurt awful! I am not 
going through that again if I can help it. Besides what 
makes you so damn brave? You were tied down. I think 
Allene and I were the brave ones to take our terrible 
punishment without being tied up. I would have rather 
been tied. It was really hard not to bring my arms down 
to protect my poor boobs."  

I agreed! "Yeah! You have no idea of the nerve it took 
Buffy and me to take that kind of punishment. I’ll bet 
you could not do it!" Trish said, "I will never know 
because there is no way I am going to humiliate myself 
by just standing there and be beaten. I will fight 
back!"

I answered, "God Trish. That may be a bad mistake. You 
know that by my cooperating I was not hurt nearly as 
bad as you." "Yeah but now you have no pride! I am not 
about to have these rednecks turn me into a wuss!"

There was no sense arguing the point. Fear returned as 
I wondered what he may do next. Buffy said, "Shit 
girls. We shouldn’t be fighting among ourselves. Let’s 
try to find a way out of this!"

Trish said. "Right! Now damnit next time he gets close 
to you, grab his gun and shoot the bastard. No jury in 
the world would blame us." She had a point but I hoped 
one of them would get the opportunity first because I 
was afraid I would screw it up in my fear and may be 
killed."

Trish had a plan. "Look. When he comes back offer to 
give him another blowjob. When you undo his pants you 
will be able to grab his gun out of the holster."

I said, "It is your plan. You offer. That was really 
gross!" "Oh okay, You pussy! I thought I would be the 
only one who had the guts to get us out of this." He 
came back and went into Trish’s cell To slap her butt 
now badly bruised with scabs on part of it to make her 
gasp to say, "Well you have had some time to think. Are 
you going to be good now?"

I swear if this had been a movie Trish would have 
received the academy award. She said pitifully, "Oh yes 
sir. I’ll be good. Please don’t hurt me anymore. May I 
please suck your cock to let you know I will do 
anything to please you?" He smiled broadly and said, 
"That is more like it. Let me get you loose."

He took off her bonds and I was amazed that Trish could 
actually smile at him as she put her hands at the sides 
of his chest and began sliding down to kneel in front 
of him. As soon as her hand got close to his gun she 
grabbed it and pointed it right at his crotch yelling, 
"Okay you bastard! Turn around so I can handcuff you or 
I will blow your nuts off!"

He laughed at her! "You stupid bitch! Did you really 
think I was dumb enough to bring a loaded gun in with 
prisoners. Pull the trigger!" She jerked on the trigger 
as fast as she could but there was only "Clicks" her 
face showed panic just as he hit her in the face as 
hard as he could with his fist. She dropped as if hit 
by a bomb, totally unconscious.

He dragged her nude body over to the wall and pulled up 
her wrists to handcuff them to the bars of the window 
face out then pulled her right ankle over to lock it to 
the bars of Buffy’s cell then the left to the bed. He 
had to strain to pull her legs so far and I knew when 
she woke up her hips would be killing her.

He looked over at us and said, "You bitch’s pay 
attention. It will be a lesson to you to never try to 
fight back!" He left and came back carrying a long 
black stick. I recognized it! It was a cattle prod that 
was used on cattle on our ranch. Once one of our ranch 
hands had playfully touched my butt with one and even 
through my jeans and panties it hurt so bad my Dad 
fired him on the spot. This one was even longer than 
the one that had been used on me and I knew it had more 
batteries to make an even worse shock.  Then I noticed 
something else about it. Normally the rods coming out 
of the end were blunt but this one had been sharpened 
into evil looking nails.

He set it on the bed then threw a bucket of water on 
her. I saw ice cubes bouncing off her face! She came to 
sputtering from the water that had gone into her mouth 
and nose. He said, "Awake now?" Trish just moaned, Oh 
God.  Let me down. My hip joints are killing me!"

"You won’t notice that in a minute. I see I am going to 
have to get tougher to tame you." Without warning he 
jammed the nails into her left breast on each side of 
her nipples as deep as they would go. While she was 
still screaming from that pain he began pushing and 
releasing a button which made her shrieks hurt my ears 
as her breasts jumped from the electric shocks going 
deep inside her poor boob.

He pulled out the nails and blood began rolling down 
her boob to drip onto her lower stomach while she 
sobbed her heart out. He pressed the sharp point of one 
nail against her right nipple And as she screamed "No! 
No! No!" he slowly drove it into the hilt then pressed 
the button again in pulses that made the muscles of her 
boob contract to make it jump as if being hit. Her 
keening wails were terrifying.

He pulled the nails out slowly and now both breasts 
were dripping blood but even that was not enough for 
him. He carefully aimed the nails on both sides of her 
clitoris and began pushing the button in pulses that 
made her hips buck as if she was fucking it until her 
screams faded as she went into another faint.

He was mad at her for fainting! He said angrily, "Shit! 
Now I have to get more water." He left and Buffy and I 
looked at her utterly terrified. Blood was slowly 
dripping now from both breasts and her pussy and her 
body had gone limp to pull her into even more of a 
split position that left her pussy gaping.

He returned with another bucket of water but it did not 
revive her as much so he added it to it by jamming 
smelling salts under her nose until she was waving her 
head madly to avoid it. She pulled against her wrist 
cuffs desperately trying to remove some of the pain at 
her hips but could only hold for a few seconds before 
her arms gave out and her legs returned to the bowed 
position.

She began moaning, "Please let me down. I’ll be good! I 
promise! Please.  Please!" He just grinned at her 
obviously enjoying her pain and said, "In a little 
while but I seem to remember three ‘No's’ coming out of 
your mouth." She panicked and managed to pull herself 
up to the point her neck was at her wrists as she 
wailed, "Oh God. Jesus help me!"

I knew she was desperate because she had said it was 
stupid to believe in God and the Bible was just a 
collection of fables. He just grinned more and said, "I 
will give you a break. Just five lashes per ‘No’." I 
thought he was finally feeling some compassion until he 
reached to his belt to get the whip that had been 
hidden by his leg. I gasped when I saw it. It looked 
like a billy-club but the end sprouted a length of 
barbed wire about two feet long.

He swung it against the upper swell of her breasts to 
make her scream but he wasn’t satisfied to just let the 
points dig in to her poor boobs. He dragged the whip as 
it hit to tear furrows in the skin. He gave her four 
more on her breasts nearly ripping off a nipple on one 
then five more to her soft underbelly and finally five 
more that crossed her vagina over and over until blood 
was running out of it.

You could no longer see skin for the blood then he 
said, "This solution of salt and alum will stop the 
bleeding." He splashed a bucket over the front of her 
body. Her mouth opened and eyes bugged at what must 
have been a terrible burn but she was too hoarse to 
make a loud sound. Just a strangling noise.

The screams must have been heard because a skinny guy 
in overalls and a woman in a dirty housedress walked 
in. She took one look at poor Trish and said, 
"Goddammit Zeke! You have scarred her. You know that 
lowers her price at auction. You dumb shit! Some of 
those cuts need to be sewed up. Go get my sewing kit! 
Now!"

He looked sheepish and said, "Okay but let me introduce 
you! The bitch hanging is Trish, The girl with the 
purple boobs is Buffy and the red one is Allene. Girls 
meet Zeb and Ruth." Trish of course did not respond. I 
don’t think her mind could handle any more than the 
pain. I just stared but Buffy evidentially after years 
of being polite said sweetly, "Glad to meet you Ruth. 
You too Zeb."

I could hardly believe it! I stared at Buffy in 
amazement. Ruth said grudgingly, "Well at least one of 
them is polite." Zeke said, "Yeah, Buffy and Allene are 
okay, but Trish is gonna take a lot of training. Ruth 
snarled, "Any more training from you and she will be 
dead. Help Zeb get her down and lay her out on the bed 
and go get my sewing kit."

Trish was limp as they put her on the bed and manacled 
her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. I was 
amazed to see the salt and alum had worked. Now only 
the worst gashes continued too ooze blood. Zeke ran off 
and returned with a wicker sewing basket. Ruth reached 
in to bring out a curved upholstery needle which she 
threaded. She went to Trish and began sewing up her 
wounds. Trish must have been in so much pain anyway she 
hardly seemed to notice the needle going through her 
skin in tiny stitches.

It took a long time but Trish only moaned until she 
began sewing up her ripped nipple. This hurt enough to 
make her give out little squeals as the needle went 
through the skin and the thread was tightened." Finally 
she was done and stepped back. I had to admire her 
skill. The skin that had been so horribly ripped was 
now just tight lines but it frightened me that she must 
have learned to do it through experience. Zeke smiled 
and said, "Great Job Sis. I can always count on you to 
fix em up when I get carried away."

"Dammit. You aren’t going to get carried away again. 
These are good lookin' girls and I want them in good 
shape for the auction. I am locking up that damn cattle 
prod and the barbed wire whip. You are going to have to 
get along with just canes, switches and leather whips!" 
He pouted like a kid who had lost his favorite toys and 
said, "Aw come on Sis you know some bitches are hard to 
train."

"Bullshit. Enough simple whippings will bring them 
around and I won’t have to sew them up. Now put on the 
iodine and then let her sleep." Zeke grinned and I knew 
this must involve more pain. He took out a bottle of 
iodine and soaked a cotton ball. It must have burned 
awful. Every time he dabbed at a wound with the ball 
Trish would squeal and squirm. He saved her nipple and 
pussy for last and that brought screams and then 
another faint.

Ruth said, "Okay Zeke. Now go out in the woods and cut 
some fresh switches. As punishment for getting carried 
away I am not going to let you watch me test the other 
girls." I was amazed at her power over this asshole.  
He whined, "Aw sis. You know I love to watch that."

When she said. "Git!" he walked away grumbling. I was 
glad someone sensible could control him not knowing she 
was as evil as him. She walked over to Buffy and 
squeezed her poor purple boobs as she said, "Are these 
sore? Buffy whimpered, "Oh God yes!"

"Nice big tits. I can see why he couldn’t resist 
hittin' em. I bet they bounced and jumped like crazy." 
Tears began rolling down her cheeks as she remembered 
the ordeal and whimpered, "Yes. I thought he was going 
to rip them off. They are still throbbing and aching." 
"Good! Are you going to be good now?" "Yes! Just don’t 
hurt me any more. Please!" "We’ll see."

She pulled her dress up and over her head revealing an 
ugly flabby body.  Her tits hung like partially 
deflated balloons and she had the hairiest crotch I had 
ever seen. The hair reached almost up to her navel. I 
could hardly believe she would strip naked like that in 
front of her own brother.  He didn’t even look at her. 
He just stared at Buffy with a grin on his face 
obviously knowing what was coming.

She said evilly, "Okay Buffy. Get on your knees. I want 
to see how good you are at licking pussy." Buffy looked 
at her in revulsion and said, "Do I have to? I am not a 
lesbian!" "Me either Bitch but it still feels good. Now 
do it! I want a lot of tongue action."

Buffy whimpered and looked at me. I knew it made it 
worse for her to know I was watching. She got on her 
knees and Ruth walked to her and pulled her head into 
that mass of hair. Buffy whimpered, "Oh it smells 
awful!" Ruth just laughed and said, "Yeah. Maybe I 
should have douched after the fucking by Zeb and Zeke 
yesterday but you can clean me out. Do it!"

Buffy pressed into her gagging and spitting as loose 
hairs went into her mouth. Ruth grabbed her hair with a 
look of pure bliss on her face as she moaned "Faster. 
Make your tongue move faster!" It seemed to take 
forever to get Ruth off but finally she pushed Buffy 
away and said, "Nice head! You are gonna do fine."

Buffy got on her hands and knees and began gagging. It 
had been so long since we had food there was nothing to 
throw up. Ruth just grinned at her convulsing body then 
left to come to my cell. "Okay Allene. You know the 
drill. Get on with it."

I knew it was fruitless to argue and knelt in front of 
her to spread the hair with my hands and tentatively 
lick her clitoris. It wasn’t good enough!  She snarled, 
"Get that tongue in deep and don’t forget the asshole." 
Thankfully Buffy had cleaned her enough to take away 
some of the smell and taste but when I ran my tongue 
over her anus The taste of her shit made me gag. I 
swear she didn’t even try to wipe her ass after a shit. 
She just giggled as she watched my body convulse with 
my gagging. I went back to her clit licking furiously 
in the effort to get her off fast and it worked! She 
made a long moan and jerked away my head to make me 
fall back to sprawl on the floor.

She stood there a moment rubbing my spit and her juices 
around on her split then said thoughtfully, "Do you 
girls like each other?" I said, "Yes.  We are best 
friends. Why?" "Good you may not hurt each other too 
much. Zeb bring Buffy in here with a couple of 
switches. One little one big."

He dragged Buffy in and handed Ruth the willow 
switches. She held them up in front of me. "Okay Buffy 
is going to give you ten lashes. Your choice.  The 
little one on your tits and pussy or the long one on 
your ass." I gasped. This was diabolical! I would have 
to choose my punishment! It was a hell of a choice to 
make. The little one was only about two feet long and 
about a half inch wide at the base narrowing to a 
point. The big one was over five feet long and much 
thicker. Even the end was about a quarter inch wide.

I debated with myself. The short one was light enough 
to just sting without bruising badly but it would be on 
my most sensitive places. The long one would definitely 
bruise badly as the weight dug deep into my flesh.  She 
became impatient saying, "Come on. Lets go! You girls 
have worn me out. I want to get to bed." I murmured, 
"The little one I guess."

"Good choice. It shouldn’t cut you. Buffy I want you to 
give her six to her tits and four to her pussy. I want 
red lines. Any pink ones will get you ten in the same 
place." Buffy said, "Oh please. I don’t want to hurt 
her.  Can’t you do it."

"No bitch. I want you to do it! Allene. Put your hands 
on your head and open your legs." She was not satisfied 
until my legs were open about three feet. I whimpered 
knowing every inch of my pussy was now vulnerable and 
worse the slit had opened."

She handed the switch to Buffy. Buffy said, "Sorry 
Allene." and brought it back over her shoulder. I 
braced myself but was not prepared for the sting as it 
came down to hit the upper swell of my boob and rip at 
my nipple. I screamed and it was all I could do to keep 
my hands on my head since I wanted to caress the sting 
so bad.

She hit my other breast in the same place and I 
screamed again as it ripped into my nipple and bent 
over to sob. Ruth screamed, "Get back in position. 
Now!" I straightened up but she was not satisfied until 
I pushed out my boobs for the rest. Thankfully Buffy 
did the next two fast and missed the nipples but it 
still hurt awful.

Ruth said, "Okay. Her pussy. I want two red X's across 
the lips." It was awful. It took longer because Buffy 
had to move to my right side to make the switch whistle 
as it went down diagonally to rip at the lips. As the 
sting radiated she went to the other side to bring it 
down for the first X. I hated Buffy! I forgot the 
threat she was under and hated her for hitting so hard.

The stings radiated deep inside me as she changed 
position to make the other X. I hurt so bad I dropped 
to my knees and bawled like a baby as I caressed my 
tits and pussy to try to lessen the sting. Ruth grinned 
and said, "Good job, Buffy. Now it is your turn. Which 
switch?"

Buffy looked surprised. I guessed she had not realized 
she would have her turn. She didn’t answer only sobbing 
until Ruth yelled, "Dammit. Which switch?" "Oh God. My 
boobies are still sore. The long one I think." Ruth 
said, "Okay. Bend over and hold on to the foot of the 
bed. Don’t let go! If you do I will have her start 
over."

"Allene. I want deep red stripes a couple of inches 
apart starting at the top of her ass and ending at the 
top of her thighs. They had better be good and red!" I 
had no problem with that. I was hating Buffy not 
realizing until much later this was a diabolical plan 
to make us hate each other.

I swung the switch as hard as I could ignoring Buffy’s 
screams as I watched her ass flatten and jiggle under 
the switch as deep red lines appeared. Obviously the 
juncture of her thighs and butt was especially 
sensitive since it brought the loudest scream.

She collapsed on the bed with her ass in the air and 
began rubbing her ass with both hands. Zeb yelled, "God 
that made me hot! Leave her there." He unsnapped the 
shoulder straps of his overalls to let them fall to his 
ankles and jammed his dick into her pussy from behind 
to bring a loud squeal as it ripped into her dry slit. 
After a few pumps there he pulled out and grabbed his 
long gnarly dick to aim it at her little puckered anus. 
He just jammed it in causing Buffy to make an agonized 
howl.

He pumped furiously then jerked out to shoot his sperm 
onto her poor red ass. He dragged her back to her cell. 
They locked us in and left laughing.  Buffy laid on her 
bed sobbing for awhile then said accusingly, "You 
really hurt me bad, Allene. It made it worse when I was 
butt-fucked." "You hurt me bad too Buffy."

"I know. I’m sorry but I couldn’t take the chance of 
having my boobs hurt again." "I understand. Go to 
sleep. It has been an awful day and I am exhausted." 
"Oh God. What do you think they will do to us 
tomorrow?" "I don’t want to think about it. Go to 
sleep."

Neither of us could sleep for awhile because we could 
not help but think of other terrible things they may 
do. Finally the exhaustion from all our pain allowed 
escape in sleep. I awoke not sure where I was but the 
itchy wool blanket rather than my satin sheets made it 
plain I was not home. I kicked it off as I opened my 
eyes and the bars I saw brought back reality fast.

Buffy was already up and sitting on the edge of her bed 
caressing her breasts and sniffling. They looked awful! 
Solid black and blue. When she saw I was awake she 
said, "Oh Allene. Look at my poor boobs. Do you think 
they will ever look good again?"

"Sure Buffy. The bruises will fade in time. Do they 
still hurt?" "Not really. They are swollen and kind of 
throb though." "That should go away soon. How is Trish? 
"I don’t know. She is still asleep."

I got up to look at her. No-one had bothered to put a 
blanket on her and she was shivering in the morning 
chill but was not yet awake. I knew the ordeal 
yesterday must have completely exhausted her. Her body 
looked awful although she was no longer bleeding.

A short time later Zeb banged on the bars with a 
nightstick and yelled.  "Breakfast. After that it is 
exercise time. Come and get it." He pushed trays under 
the doors with cups of coffee and bowls of mush. That 
woke Trish but she didn’t get up. she just weakly 
raised her head and moaned, "Oh no.  It isn’t a 
nightmare."

Zeb yelled, "You got ten minutes to eat before I come 
back. Any flakes of mush left gets you a lash each!" 
The coffee sure as hell wasn’t Starbucks and the mush 
was nearly tasteless with just a little milk and no 
sugar but I wolfed it down and even licked the bowl to 
make sure there was not the tiniest flake.

I looked over at Trish. She was still in bed moaning. I 
yelled, "Trish!  Get up and eat! If that bowl is full 
when they get back they will lash all the skin off 
you!" That scared her and she swung her legs off the 
bed but when she tried to stand up she screamed and 
fell. "Oh God! He dislocated my hips. I can’t walk!"

"Well then crawl over to the bowl. You have to eat it!" 
She crawled over to it but then she looked at the grey 
mass and sobbed, "I can’t eat. I feel sick." "Then push 
it over to Buffy. We will eat it for you." She did and 
Buffy and I shared it although neither of us wanted 
more. Trish rolled over on her belly and sipped the 
coffee while feebly moving her legs trying to get rid 
of the cramp from her hips.

All three of them came in a few minutes later and Zeb 
said, "Exercise Time!" Zeke came in to my cell and I 
froze sure I was in for more pain but he just put a dog 
collar around my neck with a rope attached to it. Zeb 
did the same with Buffy and Ruth put on Trish’s while 
she was on hands and knees.

They started to lead us out of the cell but Trish 
whined, "I can’t walk!  He dislocated my hips!" Ruth 
showed no compassion, "Crawl then. Bitches walk on four 
legs anyway." I felt so sorry for Trish. She made 
little squeals at each step as Ruth jerked at her leash 
and I knew the rough cement floor had to hurt her 
knees.

They pulled us out to a dirt courtyard with three poles 
stuck in the ground and tied our ropes to them. Ruth 
said, "Get up on your feet Trish!" Trish moaned, "I 
can’t. It hurts too much." Ruth said, "Help her up 
Zeke." He grinned and said, "Sure!"

He went over to her where she was sitting in the dirt 
sobbing from the pain of the long crawl and reached 
down to grab her tits in each hand to squeeze them 
cruelly and lift her by them so high her toes were off 
the ground while she made agonized screams.

He let her down to lean against the post while tears 
rolled down her cheeks to splash on her poor bruised 
breasts. Ruth finally showed some compassion. "Okay 
Trish since you are so sore you don’t have to do the 
exercises today. Just walk around the post until the 
rope is tight then reverse until it is tight again."

Trish began limping around but every time she stopped 
for a moment Zeb would pop her on the butt with the 
knot at the end of a long buggy whip to make her squeal 
and move again. Ruth wearing some ugly flowered shorts 
and a t-shirt moved in front of us and led us in 
exercises. Well not really led us. She was too out of 
shape for that. She would just do a few to get us 
started and then counted. Anytime either of us would 
stumble or get out of time she would hit us with 
another buggy whip to leave a red splotch that stung 
like hell.

The sun was really hot and soon Buffy and I were 
dripping sweat as we did the aerobics. Having always 
worn shorts when exercising I had not thought about how 
obscene the exercises were when done naked. Zeb and 
Zeke loved watching us they rubbed their crotches as 
they laughed and made comments about how much our boobs 
jumped in jumping jacks and the way our pussies opened 
up in the stretching things. Buffy and I never stopped 
blushing throughout the long hour.

By the end of the hour Trish was able to walk with only 
a little limp but the damn exercises had excited the 
men. They made Buffy and me suck their dicks but we 
were lucky. Trish had to pull down Ruth’s shorts and 
lick that hairy stinking pussy. I knew Trish’s pride 
had been completely broken when she did it with no 
protest. They made us stand in the hot sun until their 
cum had dried on our faces and then led us back to our 
cells to wonder what indignity or pain they would come 
up with next.

As soon as we were locked in our cells we rushed to the 
bucket of drinking water in our cells to scrub off the 
dried smelly cum with the corners of the wool blankets. 
Zeke chuckled, "Hey ain't it nice to have such clean 
little girls." Zeb said, "Yep. Clean and pretty. That 
Saudi Oil should pay a mint for them."

As soon as they left I said, "Did you hear what they 
said! They plan to sell us to the Arabs. Those people 
are terrible. They cut off hands for shoplifting and do 
terrible tortures. We have to escape." I knew Trish had 
lost all her will to fight when she whimpered, "Oh God. 
Allene. Don’t do anything to make them mad. When Zeke 
was holding me up by my boobs he said, ‘Sweet tits. 
Maybe I will fry them and eat em.’ He would too!!. She 
broke into hysterical sobbing just at the thought.

Buffy even agreed saying, "I don’t believe Saudi’s 
could be worse. I think they will just want us for sex. 
Don’t do anything! Please, Allene?" In spite of them I 
went through every plan I could think of to try to 
escape but none seemed workable. The next morning Zeb 
said as he pushed the mush in, "Your girls are in luck. 
Zeke and Ruth went to town to go thru junkyards to find 
stuff to make a third sulky for racing. Ruth said I 
should let you rest up.  they will be gone all day." 

I said, "Racing? You have horses?" "No baby. You girls 
are going to be the horses. You will race and losers 
will be whipped by the winner. Pray you don’t get Zeke. 
He weighs about 260." He laughed as he left. Trish 
began bawling and between sobs said, "Oh God. I know 
Zeke will want me. I will die for sure!"

I said, "Now will you help me come up with a plan to 
escape?" They tried but they couldn’t come up with 
anything workable either. We were still talking softly 
when Zeb returned saying. "I think I will give you a 
taste of sulky racing. Trish’s legs are still weak so 
Allene and Buffy can cut cards.  Low card is the horse, 
the rest of you can watch."

I had hope. Maybe the three of us would get a chance to 
gang up on him. We cut cards and Buffy lost. I felt 
sorry for her but was still happy I had won. We did not 
get a chance to gang up. He took us out one by one to 
handcuff us to telephone poles in front of the jail. 
Then he brought out Buffy with her hands cuffed behind 
her back. He led her over to a strange contraption. 

It was like a rickshaw but much cruder with iron pipes 
running from an axle with go cart wheels to bend to fit 
a girls waist and an old iron tractor seat on a springy 
piece of steel that was welded to the axle.  He led 
Buffy between the pipes and buckled a wide leather 
strap from the pipes to her waist. 

The next part was horrifying. He reached into a sack 
and brought out two huge fish hooks with nylon line 
tied to them and drove the points clear through poor 
Buffy’s nipples ignoring her screams. He reached down 
to the ground to get a long leather whip then got into 
the tractor seat putting the handle of the whip into 
another pipe.

He said, "When I pull back like this stop." He jerked 
on both reins to jerk Buffy’s tits into her armpits 
while she let out a scream. "When I pull on this one, 
turn right. He jerked on the right rein to pull her tit 
back and stretch the nipple horribly to bring another 
scream. He ignored it and said, "When I pull on this, 
turn left." He jerked on her left nipple so hard I 
thought the hook may tear out as Buffy screamed and 
turned as far as she could.

"Okay. We are ready. Get ready to run." He put both 
reins in one hand and brought out the whip. He swung it 
around her arms to make it "Spat!" into both boobs and 
Buffy bent over in pain and began running as fast as 
she could. The sulky bounced at each pothole to make 
him jerk on the reins and he never stopped whipping her 
until the end of the street when he had to put the whip 
back into the holder to jerk on her left nipple to make 
her turn to come back. As soon as she was headed 
straight he brought out the whip to whip her some more 
until she got to us where he jerked back on both reins 
to make Buffy scream as her poor nipples were stretched 
to the max.

She stood there panting as sweat poured down over the 
nasty red stripes covering her boobs and tummy. 
Thankfully the pipes had protected her pussy.  He 
grinned, and said, "You got the idea, I hope I get 
Buffy. she is fast!" He tied the reins to a post then 
led Trish, then me into our cells before returning for 
Buffy.

After she was in and lying on her bed sobbing he came 
into my cell and said, "That got me rock hard. Take 
down my overalls and suck me off." It was horrible. I 
would never get used to the shame. As usual he made it 
as humiliating as possible by shooting his cum all over 
my face." He began pulling up his overalls as he said, 
"Not a bad blowjob. I will be back later to work up 
another hard-on by whipping those nice tits."

I went crazy. I didn’t care what happened to me. The 
rope was still on my collar and when he turned I looped 
it around his neck while jumping up to wrap my legs 
around his waist and jerked on the rope as hard as I 
could. He thrashed around but there was no way I was 
going to let him shake me off and I kept pulling until 
he was weakened and fell to the floor. I still pulled 
until he was completely still. I turned his head to the 
side and his eyes were open and bulging and his tongue 
was sticking out obviously dead.

I would never have thought I could kill anyone but I 
felt no remorse at all in fact I felt a feeling of 
power and triumph. I grabbed his ring of keys and let 
Trish and Buffy out. We began running down the road 
towards the main road and just kept running until we 
heard a car behind us honking. The driver was grinning 
broadly and when he pulled up he yelled, "You girls out 
for a jog?"

We didn’t bother to answer. We just jerked open the 
doors and jumped into his car. Me in front and Trish 
and Buffy in back. He yelled, "Hey! Get out of the car! 
My wife would kill me if she saw me with three naked 
girls." Trish screamed, "Shut up and take us to the 
highway patrol. We have been kidnapped. Hurry or I'll 
kill your ass!"

He jammed the car into gear and took off. Once we were 
moving he said, "Kidnapped? Who kidnapped you?" We told 
him the sheriff in that town off the road and the 
bastard laughed, "Hell there isn’t any sheriff there. 
It is a ghost town. What is the real story. Did some 
boys tell you to hump or dump?"

"No you asshole. We were kidnapped by some creeps named 
Zeke, Zeb and Ruth." That shook him for a minute then 
he said, "I find that hard to believe. Zeke and Zeb are 
good ole boys and I buy preserves from Ruth." I hoped 
the state patrol didn’t feel the same way. It is a 
wonder we got there. He spent so much time staring at 
me and looking in the rear-view mirror at Buffy’s big 
tits we almost went off the road several times.

When we got to the state patrol office we piled out and 
ran in not giving a damn about being naked. The 
sergeant at the desk looked shocked but as we babbled 
our story he led us to a back room and gave us blankets 
to cover ourselves.

We felt secure with all the guys with guns knowing 
there was no way Zeke and Ruth would try to get us 
back. I didn’t even have to go to trial for killing 
Zeb. I was held in jail for about a week while 
statements were taken and they searched Zeke’s place 
where they found all kinds of torture devices and a 
couple of graves. The prosecuting attorney said it was 
justifiable homicide and I was released.

About a year later Zeke and Ruth were sentenced to life 
in prison which was much too good for them. And we 
don’t go anywhere anymore without a gun.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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