CHAPTER EIGHT:
WHOOSH! CRACK! SMACK!
"AAARRRGGGGEEEE!!!!" Linda howled and dropped down to her elbows as searing
pain ripped through her purple, ballooned breast.
At the same time Roy burst out laughing. "MAGGOT! That is a sample of what
your daughter's tush is going to get." Roy snapped through his chuckling. "Now
get the peepers back up here!"
As she rose up off her elbows Linda quickly glanced down at her right breast.
The purple orb had a deep and permanent welt etched into it.
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"One. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?" Wendy gasped as the
bamboo cane ate is way across her taunt meaty left buttock.
Though the blow across her rear stung like the dickens it was nowhere near
the agonizing pain that that same cane had caused when Roy used it on her pussy.
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"Two. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?" Wendy gasped as the
bamboo cane ate is way across her meaty left buttock.
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"Three. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?" Wendy gasped as a
fiery red line sprouted up across her meaty right buttock.
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"Four. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?"
Linda watched in horror as the forth welting fiery red line sprouted up on
her daughter's rear end. She watched the sadistic teen raised the bamboo cane
high above his head in preparation to deliver another wicked blow to her
daughter's rear.
"Please don't hit her anymore. Please!" Linda murmured as her concern for her
daughter's well being over road her own fear.
At first Linda was ecstatic when Roy checked his downward swing. But Linda's
rejoicing vanished when instead of lashing her daughter's rear with the bamboo
cane Roy plunged his boot into her battered pussy.
"MAGGOT! Were we given permission to speak?" Growled Roy as he continued to
brutally kick Linda in her twat. "I don't think so!"
Linda was in much too much pain to answer the seventeen-year-old. All she
wanted to do was to get away from the booted foot that was pulverizing her
pussy. She clamped her folded legs together, rolled on her stomach and squirmed
across the floor. Linda tried everything she could think of. However no mater
what she tried Roy would easily counter it as he continued to kick her in the
crotch.
Roy stopped kicking Linda when she was on the verge of unconscious. He
wrapped her long red hair into a crude ponytail and tied a line around it. Then
Roy dragged Linda back to her daughter and strung her up.
Linda didn't notice the ripping pain in her scalp as she slowly swung by her
hair with her knees inches off the floor. Though under normal conditions the
ripping would have demanded greater attention. But now her mind completely
ignored the ripping pain. The only thing in Linda's universe was the relentless
hellish agonizing pain mushrooming out of her battered pussy.
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"Five. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?" Wendy painfully
gurgled.
"Cherry, are you sure about that number?"
"Yes, My Lord and Master you have swatted my rear with the bamboo cane five
times now." Wendy mewed.
"Well we wouldn't want to error and miss out on any of the sweet kisses from
this now would we?"
Wendy shivered as Roy ran the bamboo cane through the deep crevice of her
rear. No My Lord and Master I wouldn't want to miss any of the sweet kisses from
the bamboo cane." Wendy stuttered mournfully.
Wendy gasped and clenched her heinie muscles together as Roy poked the star
shape entrance to her shitter.
"Well Cherry what do you think we should do about making sure that we get
each and every tender loving kiss?"
"My Lord and Master I should start the count over so that we can be sure of
the proper count."
"So let it be said, so let it be done!" Chuckled Roy as he raised the cane
high above his head.
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"One. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?"
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"Two. Thank you My Lo..." Wendy counted out, thanked Roy and asked for
another slash across her bottom for each brutal stroke Roy delivered. Though
each stroke left a permanent scar on her bottom Wendy was amazed at her ability
to remain in position. Though it was becoming harder and harder to do so. "Thank
God that I have only two more strokes to go." Wendy thought to herself. "I don't
think I could stay still for any more then that."
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"Nine. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?" Wendy voice
crackled over her heavy sobbing. Then to herself, "Just one more. Only a single
stroke left then the beating of my rear will be over. Thank God."
Wendy steeled herself for the last blow. But it didn't come. Instead Roy's
jovial voice rang out.
"Maggot, do you agree with Cherry's count?"
Though Linda cringed and flinched with every powerful blow of the bamboo cane
across her daughter's rear her mind was still coping with the agonizing pain
radiating form her crotch. So she had no idea of the count her daughter had
said. "I don't know My Lord and Master. I'm sorry." Linda stuttered through her
heavy sobbing.
"Well Cherry since it was your mommy who insisted that your derriere be
tanned, don't you think that she should know the count?" Giggled Roy as he
traced several of the blood dripping welts on Wendy's scared bottom with his
fingernail.
Wendy winced as the jagged fingernail scraped harshly across the open wounds
"Yes, My Lord and Master, Worthless Scum Sucking Maggot Worm should know the
proper count. Since it was its idea to have my derriere tanned."
"Hear that Maggot you're failing as a mommy. So to make up for your lack of
attentiveness we'll just have to start the count over." Snickered Roy as he drew
back the bamboo cane. "From the top Cherry!"
"OH..." WHOOSH! "...DEAR..." CRACK! "...GOD..." SMACK! "...NO!" Wendy howled
as the bamboo cane slice through the air and etched its way across her left rump
globe.
"One. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?"
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"Two. Thank you My Lo..."
"Wrong reset for the silly bitch prattling"
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"One. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?"
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"Two. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?"
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"Three. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?"
"Cherry don't you think to make sure mommy is paying attention this time that
she also should count your derriere kisses with you?" Giggled Roy as he dragged
the bamboo cane through Wendy's pussy slit.
"Yes, My Lord and Master, I think that the Worthless Scum Sucking Maggot Worm
should count my derriere kisses so that we know that it is paying attention."
Sobbed Wendy.
"Got that Maggot!" Snapped Roy.
"Yes, My Lord and Master, I am to count with Cherry Twat for each and every
kiss to its derriere." Linda mournfully stuttered.
From the top then BITCHES!"
WHOOSH! CRACK! SMACK!
At the same time both mother and daughter rang out.
In Linda's case she responded, ""One. Thank you My Lord and Master. Please
give Cherry Twat another kiss.
Wendy's was, "One. Thank you My Lord and Master. May I have another?"
WHOOSH! CRACK! SMACK!
"Two. Thank you My Lo..."
So it went mother and daughter singing out together each stroke of the bamboo
cane. My time Roy finally allowed both women to count to ten, Wendy had a
hundred, blood dripping permanent welt etched across her rump.
"Maggot you can give Cherry some comfort. Lick her ass." Giggled Roy.
Linda stared up at the sadistic teen towering above her with shock disbelief.
She couldn't believe what he was telling her to do. To lick blood; her
daughter's blood. The Idea revolted her. But when she saw Roy beginning to draw
his booted foot back Linda scampered on her knees behind her daughter and
started licking the blood off her daughter's scared rump like it was a lollypop.
Linda nearly upchucked as she licked up her daughter's blood but she fought
the urge. She was sure that the sadistic teen would once again start kicking her
in the pussy if she did vomit. And that was the very last thing she want
happening so Linda swallow her rising bile back down and continued to lick her
daughter's bloody rear.
Wendy winced each time her mother's tongue danced across her flaming rear.
Despite what Roy had said about being comforted her mother's tongue felt like
coarse sandpaper scraping away at her raw rear.
"Put them buns in gear!"
Wendy once again started waddling around the small fake security office.
Linda followed her daughter on her knees while continuing to lick her daughter's
bloody rear. Out of the corner of their eyes the watched Roy enter the torture
chamber. He reappeared moments later with two thirty-five gallon drums.
Wendy shuddered when she saw the drums. Having been squished into one for two
hours she knew exactly what those drums were going to be used for. However that
was not the case with Linda. She was totally puzzled by the two drums as Roy set
them up in the middle of the room. Though they were stenciled 'Detention Cells #
1 & 2' Linda had no idea what the drums were for.
"It's time to put that nasty twat of your back to work" Giggled Roy as he
grabbed a hand full of Linda's head hair and haul her up. He carried her over to
and slammed her down atop of the drum with the number two stenciled on it.
Linda was still gasping for breath when Roy slammed Dong Kong to the hilt in
her pulverized pussy. As Dong Kong drilled, its way in and out of Linda's cunt
and womb Roy snapped, "Cherry where is that lazy ass of yours suppose to be?"
"My Lord and Master, my lazy ass is suppose to be in Worthless Scum Sucking
Maggot Worm face so it can give me some comfort by licking my bloody ass."
"Well?"
Wendy waddled over to the drum and pushed her welted bleeding rear into her
mothers face. Linda instantly resumed licking blood of her daughter's rear while
Roy raped her for the third time. After dumping two loads of jism into Linda's
baby factory and twat Roy withdrew a very drossy Dong Kong.
With globs of his gooey male seed dripping from her very full pussy Linda
continued to lick her daughter's rear while out of the corner of her eye she
watched Roy get dressed. Then he removed the bindings from her daughter's wrist
and ankles. Roy didn't give her daughter very much time to stretch before he
tightly recuffed her hands behind her back. He then removed the top of the other
drum.
"You've earned a rest period Cherry go to your cell." Snickered Roy.
Linda stopped licking her daughter's bloody rear as Wendy scurried over to
the other drum. Linda watched her daughter bend over and stick her head and
upper torso into the drum. Linda's eyes widen in horror as she watched Roy grab
her daughter's ankles and stuffed her daughter's six-foot frame into the
three-foot drum then sealed her inside. The scream that her daughter was making
as Roy stuffed her into the drum were completely muffled when the drum top was
sealed.
"You too get a rest period Maggot!" Giggled Roy.
Within moments Linda found herself painfully crammed into the drum and sealed
in. Linda was completely isolated she could neither see nor hear anything. The
lid pressed harshly against her rump pressing her five foot seven frame to be
squished in to the three-foot drum. Her spine was force into a curve position,
which put all of her weight pressing on the small curved spot of her neck. Her
face pushed against the tops of her dark purple, ballooned breasts. Which were
cold to the touch. Her knees were jamming into the undersides of her ballooned
breasts. Linda shivered violently. Not from the coldness of the drum lid
pressing against her upturn rump but because of the image of her daughter
stuffed in a similar drum next to her. Her daughter was five inches taller then
her so it must be even more cramp for her and the lid that was trapping her
daughter in the drum was pressing down on her well beaten, welted, bleeding
rump. So Linda knew as painful as her squished predicament was her daughter was
in even more hellish agony then she was.
Indeed in the drum next to Linda was Wendy howling at the top of her lungs as
the harsh medal drum lid, which Roy had coated with abrasive non-skid strips was
grading her welted rear.
In the pitch-blackness inside the drum Linda broke out in uncountable wailing
sobs as Roy's four loads of jism oozed from her battered pussy to drip in gooey
strings between her ballooned breasts and onto her face. Her tears did little to
wash away the sticky goo that was coating her face.
Out side of the drums Roy was strutting as free as a Jaybird from the fake
security office to the real one to start his next duty shift. Though he had just
finished an eight-hour roaming shift he had agreed a week ago to take one of his
coworker's, noon to eight shift. And it was too late to back out of it now. He
was going to sleep for the four hours between the two shifts but Wendy and her
mother change that. He'll just have to slug through the shift the grab some shut
eye then more fun and games with his two new Fucktoy's.
With two captives waiting for him below Roy didn't have the excitement of
scoping out pray so the work shift was a long and dull one. He thought about
popping down to play with one of his Fucktoy's during his lunch break but he
decided that he didn't want to do a rush job or forget the time so he remained
up in the mall proper. After all he'll have the next two days off to play with
his Fucktoys.
Roy gave the CD player and the music CD's that Wendy had stole back to John
in the music store. They talked for a while about the tape that was made with
Wendy as Roy frightened her with juvenile hall.
Roy had nearly burst out laughing as her thought about Wendy, "Boy I bet that
thieving little bitch is now wishing I did send her to juvenile hall instead of
being stuffer into the drum. Too, too bad."
John had thought that Roy's giddiness was due to the pleading voice of the
young girl on the tape. After a quick discussion Roy had agreed to take the
micro-recorder and tape the next first-timer shoplifter could be terrorized with
the juvenile hall story.
Towards the end of his shift Roy was passing the mall's trash compactor when
e heard a commotion behind it. On looking behind the trash compactor Roy saw the
biggest and ugliest dog he had ever seen fucking another dog. An evil smile
spread across his face as her slipped off his belt.
After making a loop in the belt he walked up behind the big ugly dog and
slipped the looped belt over the dog's head. Before the dog knew what was
happening Roy jerk the loop tight and lofted the dog off the ground by the belt.
The big dog snarled and snapped at Roy as it thrashed about at the end of the
belt that it was hanging from. The bitch dog spun around and also tried to bite
Roy, but Roy was ready for her. As she got within range he fire a stun gun into
her. The bitch dog dropped to the ground twitching its muscles totally useless.
After zapping the bitch dog Roy did the same to the snarling, snapping male. He
then hurried to the hardware store and got some duct tape and a couple lengths
of chains and four padlocks.
After returning to the two twitching dogs Roy zapped them again just to be
safe. Using the duct tape Roy tape each of the dogs muzzle closed. Roy tightly
wrap a chain around each dog throat and pad locked it in place. Then he secured
the other end of the chain to the trash compactor.
After securing the two dogs Roy headed back to the Mall to finish the last
ninety-minutes of his extended workday. Looking over his shoulder at the two
well secured twitching dogs he thought of what he was going to do with them.
"Boy, are we going to have some fun." Giggled Roy as he rubbed Dong Kong through
his pants.
