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Chapter 3: Evening fun.
When the girl saw them she flattened herself against the wall, as if she was trying to disappear through it. Her eyes were scared and darted from one to the other of her captors as they approached her. She said something. "What did she say?" asked Barbara. "Please" replied Robert with a smile. Mary looked at Barbara. "Barbara, you are our guest. What would you like to do to her?"
Barbara looked at the naked, frightened girl and an image flashed in her mind: herself at fourteen, naked with her boyfriend in her grandfather's country shed, a frightened cat securely tied to a bench, the pliers in her hands, twisting and pulling out the cat's claws one by one. Her nipples hardened. "Robert, are you going to rape her?" "Yes! Of course." "Then let me get some pliers and pull off her nails while you do that. I will make her thrash about and scream while you fuck her, you will love it."
Debbie laughed. "Great idea! Can we all do it while dad rapes her? You can do one hand, I the other, and Susan and mom will do her feet."
"I like it, honey. Watching a woman being cruel is the sexiest thing in the world!" Robert turned to the girl and started to untie her. "Better take her to the table."
"Won't you tie her?" asked Mary.
"No, forcing her will be more fun. You girls help me, catch her arms and legs."
The girl struggled but she was no match for the five of them. In no time she was on the table, spread eagled, each arm and leg securely in the grip of one of her beautiful tormentors. Holding one of the girl's legs with one hand, Mary opened a drawer and took four pliers, which she gave out to the other three women. Robert stood between her legs and pulled her to himself. "Let me masturbate her first, I need some lubrication." He started to caress and tease her clit. Debbie looked at Barbara and started to tease one of her nipples; Barbara did the same with the other.
Despite herself, the girls started to moan softly; her nipples hardened. Robert smiled. "That's enough. Here I go now!" He straightened himself up, grabbed the girl's legs and entered her in one powerful thrust. The girl screamed; he started to fuck her hard, fast.
Barbara look at Debbie and grasped the girl's hand more firmly with her left hand. With her right hand she took her pliers, and closed them firmly onto the nail of the girl's index finger. She started to twist and pull. Debbie smiled at her and busied herself with the other hand. The girl screamed again and started to struggle.
Barbara pulled the nail and twisted it. Her breathing was heavy, her nipples hard; the girl's screams excited her. She pulled harder, but the nail wouldn't come out. When she twisted it more, it broke. She looked at the girl and, in a flash of anger, took her bloody finger and bent it backwards. She felt it snap and go limp; the girl screamed. Debbie laughed. "Done it!" and she held up her pliers and the nail she had just pulled out. She then looked at the girl and smiled at her. Barbara was still unhappy at her inability to pull it off, and viciously dug one of her long nail into the girl's breast, just next to the areole. The girl managed to free her arm and hit Barbara, who, furious, took her arm with both hands, hesitated a moment, and brought it down, hard, against the table's edge. The arm broke. Robert yelled: "Oh yes fuck, Jesus fucking Christ, break her!" and pushed, then yelled again as his orgasm hit him. He looked at Barbara. She couldn't resist, touched herself and climaxed too.
They stopped, breathing hard. Barbara had never felt so sexy, naked, covered in sweat, her juices trickling down her thighs, the girl's tortured hand in hers. Mary, Susan and Debbie all stood, naked, sweaty and gorgeous, their eyes sparkling in cruelty and pure sexual lust. Mary was the first to speak. "God, I am really loving this. What next?" Susan was caressing herself. "Let's give her a full beauty treatment. We have done some pedicure and manicure: how about some body piercings, say, ears, nipples, labia, clit, navel, tongue? Should be fun."
"Great idea! But let's tie her up, she was too difficult to control right now." "OK. Girls, here are some wires." Mary handed out some wires and the girls went to work. Debbie said: "Let's break some of her fingers and toes!" and soon the noise of snapping bones and the demented, tortured screams raised their lusts again. When they had tied her securely, Mary handed out some long needles and the piercing started. Barbara did one nipple, pushing hard and twisting the point viciously while looking into the girl's eyes; the others were busy here and there. Debbie was torturing the girl's labia while her father was fucking her from behind. He looked at Barbara and smiled. "There is nothing I love more than a kid being cruel." Barbara smiled back, then casually pierced the flesh of the girl's breast.
When they had finished, the girl was exhausted by pain, tears and shock. The five looked at each other. "What now?" asked Debbie. Barbara hesitated. "I am sure you have better ideas and you would like to keep her alive as much as possible, but I have always wanted to take part in a lynching….. can we tear her to pieces with our hands and nails?" "Sounds exciting. Yes, we normally go slow, but some exercise is good for us all. Let's untie her." They untied the girl, then Barbara stepped closer and jabbed her fingernails into the girl's eyes, gouging them out. She screamed, and that was the signal for the lynching to start. Robert watched from the side, masturbating; the four women surrounded the girl, jabbing and tearing at her with their nails. They pulled her pubic hair off, punched her, broke her bones, used her needles and pliers to break her, they cut her nose and ears. Mary, breathing heavily, opened the table drawer and pulled out a machete. She thrust it into the girl's vagina and twisted. Blood poured out. "Shit! She will die too fast!" yelled Debbie. Mary raised the knife again and in one move slashed the girl's breasts. The screaming stopped. She was dead.
Barbara had never felt so good. Susan looked at her. "Happy?" Barbara smiled. "Yes, but I sort of regret suggesting the lynching. I have forgotten a few things – burning her , breaking her ass." "Don't worry, darling." Robert laughed. "We have all the time we want. Let's have a rest, and tomorrow we'll see what we can do."
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