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Chapter 1: Slammin'
Tamara was 5'1? with long, straight, bright blond hair that just brushed the top of her nice, curvy butt. She had ice blue eyes, unlike her younger sister's dark brown eyes. The younger sister was the taller, though by only two inches. They were very close in age at 26 and 23. Stacy, unlike Tamera, had chocolate brown hair to match her eyes which only went halfway down her back, and was slightly wavy. The two nearly shared a body, with Tamera's breasts and butt being only slightly larger, putting her at about the same weight as her sister. Both also had wide child bearing hips, though neither had bore any children. They had no problems swapping clothes Tamera wore a size 5 and Stacey wore a size 4, both with C-cup breasts.
Today they had met for lunch at an outdoor cafe. Stacy, who was more athletic than her sister, was wearing a short denim skirt that showed her well toned legs and a white sleeveless sweater that showed she did more jogging than weightlifting. She wore no jewelry, and simple open toed sandals. One leg was crossed over the other, giving anyone who was watching an enticing view of her upper thigh. Her long brown hair was pushed back by a denim headband.
Tamera was wearing an ankle length black velvet skirt with white four inch pumps and black pantyhose. A thin, tan shirt covered her beautiful chest, and her long blond hair was held back in a loose ponytail. She wore a long gold necklace as well as several expensive looking bracelets and a few rings. Neither wore anything on their wedding finger. Both had French manicures.
Neither knew they were being watched.
Sam and his crew had done this many times, but it was unusual to find sisters so pretty, and so obtainable.
They ate, and then they chatted. They chatted for far to long in Sam's opinion, but he was patient. When they finished, they both climbed into Tamera's expensive looking SUV. As Tamera maneuvered the large vehicle into traffic, Sam's driver followed suit.
After following the two women for a few blocks, Sam decided it was time to make their move at the next intersection.
?Here,? he announced. The driver's foot slipped off of the break, and hit the gas, ramming their van into the SUV. Sam watched with satisfaction as the reverse lights flashed, indicating Tamera had put the vehicle into park, and both doors opened. They were going to make this easy.
Sam's driver, who knew this routine well, hopped out of the driver's seat while Sam made his way to the back of the van to join the other two members of his team.
Tamera, being the kind woman she was, immediately asked if everyone was okay. The driver assured her everything was, and beckoned her to the back of the van where they could trade information without having to worry about oncoming traffic. Of course this area had been thoroughly studied and got very little traffic even during the afternoon.
Sam watched from the darkly tinted window and the driver followed their plan to the letter. As soon as the driver had passed, Sam violently opened the back door of the van. Tamera had just enough time to turn her face before the metal door laid her out onto her back on the concrete.
Stacy, who had been examining the damage to both vehicles, came running to the back of the van to see if anything was the matter as she had heard the loud thud. She was met with a blow to the side of the head from a wooden board as soon as she came around the van. Sam caught her before she could hit the concrete.
Sam easily hefted Stacy over his shoulders and reached into his pocket to activate the remote that controlled the van's hidden compartment. The floor sprang up, and two compartments could be seen underneath, each barely large enough to hold a woman. Stacy was laid carefully into the one on the right as one of Sam's men laid Tamera into the one on the left. Sam, who had some training as a medic, checked Tamera's face for any fracturing. He paid special attention to her teeth and nose as he had friends in various emergency rooms should the need arise. Aside from having a bit of blood in one nostril, however, Tamera's pretty face was intact. A wooden board to the side of the head, while painful and more than enough to knock someone out, was not sufficient to have damaged Stacy.
After both women were loaded, Sam hit the other button on the remote in his pocket which caused the floor of the van to lower back into place, carefully hiding their cargo. A fine mist of chloroform was always being released into the cargo area to be sure that any occupants stayed asleep.
One of Sam's men hopped into the luxury SUV and drove it to a local chop shop where they had friends. As the vehicle would likely not be reported stolen, it would be in many, many pieces before anyone came looking for it, and the sale of those pieces would go into a bank account that was drawn on only to buy equipment or gear that may seem suspicious, should anyone ever catch onto their scheme. With every connection tied neatly together, and no other connections to any of the men, the worst that could happen is their ill gotten money could be confiscated. It hadn't happened yet, and wasn't likely to happen in the future.
Within an hour the group had arrived at Sam's home and dungeon. All were ready and eager to have some fun with their two new toys.
The two women had been offloaded from the van and were laying on the floor of the dungeon area. It wouldn't be long before they woke up, so Sam and his men got to work quickly.
All four of the men enjoyed hurting women. Past that, they didn't have a lot in common, nor were commonalities necessary. They all were fairly well built from years of torturing, and had no problems lugging the two light females around.
One of the men began to work on Tamera. He lifted her skirt up over her head but did not remove it. Her panty hose were pulled down and her bland panties were cut off with the man's pocket knife. He also carved two holes in her hose, one at each orifice, effectively creating crotchless hose. With Tamera face down on the floor, her legs were bent over double and tightly zip-tied foot to upper thigh. Her pumps, as they had no straps, were zip-tied to her feet and ankles. Her skirt was pulled back down into place.
After experimenting with her arms for a bit, the man concluded that the least comfortable position for them while not doing any permanent damage would be to fuse her elbows, wrists, and ring fingers together. After zip-tying them all tightly together, making sure to get that last click out of each one, he was satisfied.
Another of the men rolled a modified appliance dolly over to where the still unconscious Tamera was being prepared. Tamera was loaded onto the dolly with her knees on the bottom plate. A heavy duty ratcheting strap was looped around her waist and then tightened, holding her fast. The ratcheting strap took a gentle hand as it was more than capable of crushing the woman's innards. Although these men may not be beyond such brutality, they had much more fun to have. Therefore, the strap was tightened only tight enough that the now moaning and grimacing woman could barely breathe. Her neck was zip-tied to the back of the dolly, and a leather strap pulled her legs back as well. Her hands were already purple from the tight zip-ties and being crushed between the metal dolly and Tamera's body.
Her mouth was pried open and a ring gag was shoved in an then latched, also around the back of the dolly. The dolly was then turned so that Tamera would have an excellent view of the upcoming show.
Tamera's eyes opened slowly, and a flood of horrors assailed her senses.
As Tamera was being prepared, another of the men was working on Stacy, who was going to be the main event for the night. First, her shirt was pushed up and her lacy bra removed. Each breast was tied tightly at the base with thin, but strong twine, with a rope going between them. Her sandals were removed, and her little skirt was pushed up and her thong cut away. Stacy's lady parts were shaved bare, which was a contrast to Tamera's small landing strip.
Stacy's mouth was pried apart and a pump gag was inserted, then pumped to nearly maximum, quickly filling the woman's mouth and rendering her mute once she woke.
A hook, which was attached to a rope that was thrown over an overhead rafter, was slipped onto the rope between her breasts. One of the men pulled on the other side of the rope, pulling the unfortunate woman to her knees by her breasts, which were already a nice shade of purple. The man who had tied her breasts quickly zip-tied her elbows together behind her back, leaving her hands free but effectively useless. Her toned legs were also left free.
With the first jerk of the rope, Stacy awoke. The first thing she saw was the tall triangular wooden horse in the middle of the floor. The second thing she noticed was her sister. She tried to scream, or call out to her, but was only able to produce muffled sounds. The second jerk brought her to her feet and made it feel as if someone was attempting to rip her breasts off her chest. Stacy tried to bring her hands up to pull at the infernal twine, but her elbows were held fast behind her. She could just barely touch the bottom of her left breast if she really tried. Another jerk, and her feet were off the ground, leaving her entire 110 lbs on her breasts. Had she been able, Stacy would've screamed at the searing pain. Instead she merely created a long squeak. Again and again they pulled her up until her feet were higher than the wooden horse. One of the men then shoved an unlubricated cue stick directly into her ass, and guided her over to the horse.
Tamera's eyes were wide as she watched her sister dangling by her darkening breasts, desperately trying to reach for the ropes and pitifully pleading for help with her darting, panicked eyes. Her long brown hair streamed out behind her, making her look almost angelic.
Once Stacy was directly over the wooden horse, the man began to let loose the rope. Stacy looked down and, seeing some sort of surface that would bear her weight instead of her tortured breasts, tried frantically to get her feet into a sort of tight-wire configuration so that she could attempt to balance on the quarter inch thin surface.
Tamera was shocked to see that her sister was actually able to get her feet under her. The other men in the chamber though weren't so surprised. Most women could and did do that for a limited time. Such precarious balance, however does not last forever.
Stacy, in tears of frustration, tried valiantly to balance herself on the very thin surface. For about a minute, she succeeded. Then, however, one foot slipped. She tried to compensate with the other, but that over balanced her, putting her feet on either side of the wooden horse. Only then did Stacy truly realize what was in store for her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she fell, her legs sliding on the sides, valiantly fighting for purchase.
THUNK!
Stacy's crotch slammed into the wood, smashing her clitoris. Her tiny denim skirt happily moved out of the way of the wooden intruder and was now riding on her hips. Stacy screamed into her gag and began to sob in earnest as the area between her legs seemed to catch fire. There was no foothold, and she could not reach any of the wooden horse to try to push herself back off. Her full weight was now resting on her crushed vagina.
Tamera was horrified as she watched her sister go through the most terrible torture she could imagine. One of the men who was not maneuvering Stacy about decided to avail himself of Tamera's charms, however, and crammed his member into her mouth. Stacy, with her ring gag, couldn't say no. The penis was shoved in fast and hard, first running along her tongue, then jamming into the back of her throat. As Tamera struggled to breathe, the sharp pain from the dolly strap began to worsen. The man pumped harder and harder, going deeper and deeper into Tamera's throat, gagging her over and over again. Tamera's vision was just beginning to darken when the man came, spewing his load down her throat and into her stomach. The man heaved a great sigh and, his penis going flaccid, pulled out of the bound woman's mouth. A plug that was hanging on the side of the dolly was shoved into her mouth, prohibiting her from ejecting any of the sperm that didn't make it down her throat.
Stacy was being lifted by her breasts back into the air. Stupidly, though perhaps it was an involuntary reaction, Stacy was kicking her legs every which way causing further yanking and agony to her darkened breasts. She was almost all the way up, almost high enough that Stacy would be able to balance, at least for a moment, on the thin surface with her feet instead of her crotch. But the lifting had stopped. Stacy frantically tried to pull her feet up high enough, and nearly succeeded, but not in time. She was falling again.
THUNK!
The second time was much worse than the first, and Stacy nearly passed out. She had heard and felt a crack though, and knew something was now broken. She looked down and was horrified, but not surprised, to find that she was bleeding from her crotch.
Tamera also heard the crack, but was face deep in another forced blow job so was not able to see the blood.
Sam, who had been quietly observing the goings on, noticed the blood and put his hand up to signal the torturer to halt. He approached the trembling woman, and almost lovingly caressed her exposed thigh. Stacy, whose injured pussy was still bearing her full weight, could barely see the man who was molesting her through the tears in her eyes.
Sam motioned for the man holding the rope to lift the poor girl. As she was lifted from the wood, Stacy felt the slickness of her own blood. She was lifted, again by her bulging violet breasts, high enough that Sam could get underneath her. The leader of the group pulled out a towel and cleaned some of the blood off; enough that he could get a good look at the injury. There was no protruding bone, but there was a rather large cut on her left vulva. He felt around the area in a clinical fashion, putting pressure on various bones, listening and feeling for an extreme reaction. Pain, shame, and humiliation were all normal for a woman in this situation, but Sam was looking for something more. He got it, too. Suddenly, as Sam touched a bit further into her pussy on the left side, Stacy began going insane, making weird grunting whining sounds and twitching about involuntarily. Then she fell unconscious. Sam returned to that area and put a bit of pressure on it. No movement, so the pelvis wasn't broken, but there was definitely something solid there. Probably just a bone spur, maybe a fracture. Nothing that would cause anything but pain to the girl, but they should probably stop slamming her for the moment.
The leader told the man with the rope to lower her onto the ground; that they were done with her for the time being. The man whom Stacy had involuntarily pleasured and was now relaxing in a chair in the back of the room groaned in disappointment. Some girls lasted five or six slams before any serious injury, though there was the one poor thing whose pelvis had completely shattered, taking her hip along with it on the first trip down.
Tamera, with her mouth again plugged and filled with cum, watched as her unconscious sister was lowered to the ground. She could see the brunette breathing, so knew she had just passed out from the pain and was not dead. Though she could taste the salty stuff in her mouth, she was still mostly worried about her sister. She hoped that the men would avail themselves of her ready mouth and spare her poor Stacy any more agony. Unfortunately for the two sisters, nothing could be further from the truth.
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