That man's words, that Bart she thought his name was, had made her shiver. He knew her daughter all too well. She had felt close to orgasm while listening to the filthy conversation between Bart and her daughter. It had been all she could do to calm down and act as if nothing had happened when Tina had crept down the stairs and sneaked out.
Now she could catch them, she thought. Her attractive face was strained, her eyes staring straight ahead as she guided her car along and thought of what she would say to the lot of them.
"This is creepy. Are you sure this is the way?" Kathy asked, slamming her door shut.
Tina was already halfway up the path, feeling guilty about the whole affair. She saw lights inside and knew Bart had watched them pull up. She could always turn around and save Kathy at the expense of her reputation. But the thought of the shame, combined with the rising excitement she had felt initially as they turned down the street overcame any misgivings she had.
"Sure, really! This is where we went after that bar! Come on!"
The door opened. Bart was there, and so were some others. She hadn't really lied. There would be some others there others she hadn't met, but whom she guessed would be mirror copies of Bart.
Tina stepped in first, seeing Bart at the far end of the room smiling at her. Kathy followed, stopping dead in her tracks three feet into the room. She started to turn, but the door slammed shut behind her and was locked.
"Tina, what's going on?"
"You'll find out soon enough, baby! Come on, take them clothes off so we can get a good look at you," one tall redhead said, grabbing Tina and pulling her in his direction.
Tina shrank back from the touch, drawing closer to Kathy.
"It's out of my control!" she gasped.
"What are you talking about? What's happening?" Kathy asked, her voice growing sharper.
"She brought you here. She should have told you," another man growled, moving closer to her.
He had a switchblade knife out, holding it in front of his eyes. He looked a little crazy, his eyes big and round, a leer on his face. His short-cropped hair reminded Tina of the punkers she'd seen on TV. But he was older, more savage, his flat nose and thick lips making his poorly shaven face remarkably ugly.
"Don't!"
Kathy was screaming hysterically, jerking away from the man with the knife. He was tearing her skirt into long strips with the blade. The girl looked around, her fingers gripping Tina's shoulders like talons. She stared dully at her.
Tina was about to say something when she felt fingers gripping her white blouse. She had opened her mouth and started to scream when the room was filled with the sound of tearing material.
"Man, nice big tits! You were right, Bart! This bitch is stacked!"
Tina bent over, flinging her arms around her tits as Kathy backed away in horror. Kathy dropped her purse, but was too frightened to bend down to pick it up. The short-haired maniac with the knife pulled Kathy to one side, twisting her wrist around and bringing her right arm up behind the small of her back. The girl doubled over, her face contorting with pain. He laughed sharply, hysterically, pushing the knife against her throat, then flinging her to the floor.
"Kathy!"
"Tina, help me!"
The man was on top of her, clawing at her face, kissing and sucking at her mouth as she beat him with her fists. Tiring of the game, he brought the knife down to her chest. For a moment Tina thought he would stab her to death.
Then there was a tearing sound. He had ripped the buttons of her blouse off, tearing the garment open, then slicing her bra in two with the sharp knife. Both girls were naked from the waist up now, staggering in front of the leering men.
"They're strong enough to take it! They gotta be broken, though blondie over there looks like she's been through this with Bart once or twice," one man said.
"Push 'em out back. Ain't nobody around to see'em. Into the dirt, sluts!"
Bart took Tina by her hair, twisting it around, jerking her behind him. Kathy followed, two men pawing her tits as she threw back her head an howled in pain. Tina saw that they were being moved outdoors.
Bart purposely slammed Tina against the refrigerator, then the stove, kicking her through the screen door with his foot. She stumbled forward, sweeping the hair from her eyes. She run hard into a porch railing, wrapping her anus around it for balance and turning around just in time to see Kathy lose her skirt to the wild-eyed maniac with the knife.
"Oh!"
The man booted Kathy through the doorway, making her lose her balance and fall to her knees. The brunette skinned herself as she slid to the first step, her panties tangled around her thighs. Quickly. Kathy pulled them up.
Tina noticed that her friend's hips were almost like those of a woman, wide and full, while her ass was firm and taut. Kathy was bigger-boned than Tina, and always looked years above her real age.
The man with the knife came up to Kathy, pushing the blade up against her neck. The girl screamed, scrambling up and rushing over to Tina. The man looked a little disappointed, but soon his lips curled into a sick, sardonic smile. It was only Bart's intervention, Tina thought, that kept her friend from winding up dead.
"Let's see you walk through that," Bart said, prying Tina's fingers from the railing and flinging her off the porch, Kathy followed, not wanting to be knocked to the ground a second time. The crazy man was behind them, pricking their asses with his knife.
"Come on, faster, faster, move it!"
The ground was muddy, turned into a sea of slime by a heavy rain three days before. The girls slogged through the slop, their feet sticking in the muck while the maniac behind them moved easily.
Twice, Tina felt the sharp tip of the blade slip between her thighs and prick the soft, sensitive flesh of her cunt. A razored tingling ran through her body, sweeping up her crotch and making her cunt pucker. It was an icy fear, punctuated by wild, perverse pleasure.
The maniac seemed like the kind of person who mixed fantasy and the real world, but was unsure of which was which. With another prick [missing text].
Oh, oh, it was wretched! Tina thought of the knife, wondering what it would be like having the polished metal sliding in and out of her clenched cuntlips. They would resist, she thought, puckering in and growing bloody while the steel insisted in cutting its way through. It was sick to think like that.
Tina shook her head as if she could push the ideas from her mind. But there they were. She couldn't help them. What was worse, her cunt was growing hotter and wetter the longer she mucked her way through the muddy yard.
"Nice walk?" Bart asked, raising his half emptied beer can to the girls.
"He's stabbing me!"
Kathy cried out with a wail, stumbling through the mud. The girls had made one wide, complete circle, feeling like prisoners on a death march. Tina was exhausted, her legs filthy with slime while her body shone with perspiration.
Then Max moved up, putting his paw-like hands on her narrow shoulders. Kathy screamed and stopped, her eyes wide with fear.
"Don't stop! You do and I'll cut them tits off real slow!"
He had his knife in one hand, pressing the flat of the blade against her throat. Kathy nodded her head up and down to let bin know she understood.
Like a monkey, Max swung up on Kathy's back, throwing hus arms around her shoulders and and chest. The girl teetered back from the added weight, her knees bending while she let out a long scream.
"You drop the two of us in the mud and I'll cut off your clit!" Max screamed.
He was fiddling with his zipper, opening his jeans, pulling out his cock and rubbing it up against Kathy's back. He dropped himself down a little, hanging from her shoulders as the girl tried desperately to move.