Bart was going for her right tit with his awful knife. She could feel him moving the knife up against her nipple. The girl groaned, tossing her head from side to side, feeling her hair whipping across her face. He was bringing the sharp edge down the full length of her tit.
"No, no, no!" Tina screamed, making the other men laugh.
The knife made a tiny slit in her smooth, rounded tit. She beat her heels against the earth, scattering gnarled brown and gray twigs. When she felt the sharp blade again, Tina let out another shriek, twisting around and puffing wildly at the rapes holding her arms to the frees.
The knife was tracing a line back to her nipple. Bart was taking his time, enjoying her terror and the feel of her sleek, warm body writhing and twisting under him.
The girl screamed, honor filling her mind.
"The bitch loves it," Max said.
"She likes anything. Better keep her away from the dogs. She'd probably fuck them!" Bart gasped, pushing the blade tip against her nipple.
Tina held her breath until her mind swam. All sorts of pleasure-pain feelings shot through her body, making her thump her legs against the log more wildly than before. She squeezed her ass, bearing down on her bloated clit.
Tina was shameless, not caring any longer how she felt or looked in front of the leering men. Her face was contorted with lust. Her eyelids were clenched while her cheeks were sucked in. Bouncing her ass up and down, she looked as if she wanted another hard, fast fuck.
Bart laughed, then brought the knife right to the center of her cunt, pressing the pointed tip against her clit. The girl shrieked, her muscles knotting against her sweaty flesh while the cords stood out in her throat. Her puffy cuntlips clenched against the sharp, cutting edges, slitting themselves while sparks of incredible delight exploded from the tip.
Tina bobbed her ass up and down, grunting through her clenched teeth like a pig rutting in the mud. Bart kept the blade up against her cunt for a moment, then brought it down in a slow circle, tracing the tip against her flesh until the cold steel was up against the back of her knee. He stopped, putting the blade back in its sheath and shoving it into his pocket.
"I don't want her gettin' the idea she can cum when she wants," he said, getting himself under control.
Tina wept, shaking her head from side to side. She could have screamed. She pulled wildly at the ropes, hatred filling her veins and bubbling through her brain as Max untied her arms, then held them tightly behind her back.
"She's a wildcat!"
"We'll see just how much spunk she's got when we get her back to the house."
Tina sobbed, her hair curtaining her face as Bart shoved her forward, keeping both hands behind her back. She stumbled forward, remembering once again the sound of her mother's voice drifting through the woods. That thought made her grimace once more.
That was all she needed, Tina thought grimly as she saw the lights of the house appear ahead. Tina groaned, wishing they would drag her back to the tree and fuck her again.
"Nooooo!"
Someone was running around in small circles, stumbling, then regaining her balance. At first Tina thought it was Kathy. Then she focused her eyes and shook the hair from her face. But the woman was taller, more mature.
Then a shock ran through Tina's body. It was her mother, Francine Mathis, and she was pushing her hair away, keeping her arms close to her body, and beating off the hungry fingers reaching for her. Her thighs jiggled with the violent moves, her tits swinging out and slapping together while the men hit her ass and punched her belly. One particularly nasty punch struck Francine in the back, knocking the wind from her.
Tina watched in horror as her mother collapsed face-down onto the ground, her arms stretched in front of her. She was digging her knees into the soft dirt, trying to get up as another man ran up and kicked her hard in the ass. Her legs flew apart, her body falling back, to the ground with a thud.
Tina screamed, thrashing around in Bart's arms, kicking back, wanting to run to her mother.
"Stop it! God in heaven, stop it!" Tina screamed as she saw her mother start to writhe.
"Tina my God, what've they done to you? What's going on here?" Francine asked, blinking her eyes clear.
She pushed her hands in front of her, rising from the dirt and peering up at her daughter. She felt as if the world had suddenly changed and become something totally unfamiliar.
"We're takin' you down to her friend! You're next on the menu, baby! Watch her," Bart said.
"She's my mother! Don't don't do anything to her!" Tina screamed, twisting her head around as they dragged her away.
Bart didn't seem particularly surprised by the news. His fingers tightened around her as he and Max pulled Tina up the porch steps and flung her into the living room.
"Your old lady, oh? We'll have to work something out special for that! Meanwhile, down you go!"
Francine's cries died out as the man dragged Tina to the head of the basement stairs and pushed her down with one shove. She flew through the air, her body half-twisting around and tumbling down into the blackness of the cellar.
Flailing her arms wildly, Tina felt a railing and grabbed hold of the splintery wood, cutting her palms while banging her ankles painfully against the steps. She wheeled around, her body crashing into the stone wall to her right. She managed to stop her fall, clinging to the handrail, hearing the men thudding down after her.
"Come on, come on!"
Bart pried her fingers from the support, shoving her down the final steps to the floor. Tina backed away, looking around her while Max flicked on a small overhead yellow light. Immediately, she was aware of someone else in the small room. She could hear a muffled groan and the sound of a body moving.
They pushed her forward a little farther. Soon Tina could make out something stretched from floor to ceiling. It was Kathy. Tina stopped dead in her tracks.
Kathy had been tied to a broad, spread-legged frame.
Her wrists were strapped tight to the ends of a bar above her head, her ankles pulled apart and chained to two ringbolts cemented into the floor. The pole had been pulled up as high as it could go, stretching Kathy's naked body.
The girl was staring at Tina, her eyes glazed with tears. Undoubtedly, Kathy would have said something. But a red rubber ball had been pushed into her mouth, held in place by a broad black leather strap. She twisted around as much as she could, her muscles bulging against her lightly tanned flesh, her cunt exposed, while her tits were flat against her chest.
Kathy was in pain. She had been raped, beaten, then finally tied up. Her face reddened as Tina continued to stare open-mouthed at her.
"She was talking and screaming too much! This is as good a place as any to put somebody on ice! And that's just where you're gonna be! We've to some talking with your old lady up there," Bart said, pushing Tina.
"No!"
The girl balked, pushing back and shaking her head. She didn't want her mother involved. She didn't want Francine to endure what she had. "We gotta make sure she ain't brought nobody around, understand?" Max screamed. "Get 'er up," Bart said.
Max held her while Bart slipped a length of line around her wrist. Standing on a small wooden chair, he slipped the rope to another that dangled from a pulley assembly bolted into the ceiling overhead.
Stepping down, Bart moved to the right and tugged down at the end of the pulley rope, stretching Tina up from the floor. She stood on her toes, her right hand strained high tow her head. She felt the thin line cutting into her wrist. Her muscles ached from the pulling tension. A frightened look shadowed her face as her arches began to ache from the standing position. Flashing a glance at Kathy, the blonde teen wondered what was next for both her and her friend.
"Now we do something more interesting." Bart said with a grin.