SPRING BREAK PART 3
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. Any time 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 whwn 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 oor 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 aint 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 toertures. 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 ny 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 junyards 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
ricksha 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 hardon 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 will 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 sargent at the desk looked shocked but as we babled 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.
We don't go anywhere anymore without a gun.
The end
