Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 25

Content warning: depression, self-harm, suicide.

Karen tried to hang herself.

It was the first time I gave thanks for the cheapass construction of the townhouse, because the ceiling fan in her room couldn't take the weight and just broke off, taking a chunk of drywall with it. Karen fell to the floor and she would've been fine, physically, except then the fan hit her on the head. Knocked her clean out.

It was midmorning on a Saturday. Cindy was over at a classmate's house working on a playlet they were doing for English class. Renee and I were at the kitchen table playing Scrabble. She was getting better, her vocabulary was really growing this year, enough to win the game maybe one time in four. She was wearing a rayon blouse patterned in pink and orange to look like watered silk with a V and little drawstrings to tie at the neck. Under that was a sort of wifebeater, ribbed cotton in a very pale lemon. A bra strap peeked out where the wifebeater was low on one shoulder. She had a knee-length denim skirt and her legs were bare down to some new fake cowboy boots. I had on some ratty scrubs under my favorite Shetland wool sweater. Lilah was under the table giggling and masturbating and spanking herself on her pierced vulva. She couldn't play Scrabble or any board game, really, but she had fished my penis out of my scrubs and Renee's out of her panties and she was taking turns sucking them, switching off more or less as we took our turns on the board. You'd think that would have given Renee an unfair advantage, but she was into it. Lilah would swallow that fat seven-incher of hers right down to the root, and then here nose would be pushing right against Renee's clit and she'd be humming and the vibration would get to her. We were both sweating a bit, but we were enjoying the game, too. It was maybe the last time we were easy with each other for a long time.

We were pretty absorbed in the game so we weren't paying much attention to the feed from Karen's room on the tv in the dining room. She had seen Tommy and Al so far this morning, both long-time customers and there was some mutual affection there, too, so it was planned to be a relaxing morning for the little hooker. We expected her to come up to have Lilah clean her out, then we'd have an early lunch and she'd get ready for her afternoon schedule that was going to be more strenuous, an extended session with two of the D'Amico brothers. They were assholes, but they paid well.

It had been maybe fifteen minutes since we'd heard Karen bid goodbye to "Mister Al" and there was this crash from downstairs, a crash and a thump of something heavy hitting the floor. Renee was out of her chair and down the stairs like a shot. It took me a minute more because Lilah had her nose buried in my pubic hair and I had to grab a handful of her hair and pull her off my cock. It slid out of her throat with a wet pop and I was just standing when Renee let out this ... this howl that absolutely made my hair stand on end. It was the purest distillation of despair I think I'd ever heard in my life and of course I knew instantly something was very, very wrong.

I burst into Karen's room and there she was on the floor. She was naked, half on her back with one arm twisted under her and her legs all bent sideways. Her head was half-hidden by the ceiling fan and chunks of drywall scattered all around. There was a puddle of blood spreading around her head and soaking her hair. At first I couldn't make out what I was seeing - my mind just refused to process it. Renee was on her hands and knees, wailing "NO NO NO" and scrabbling at Karen's neck. And that's when I realized one end of her scarf was knotted under her chin and the other end of it was tied to the motor of the fan. It's a cliche to say "my blood froze" but honest to god that's how it felt. Cold rushed from my heart out to my extremities and for a moment I couldn't move because I felt frozen stiff, like if I bent an elbow or a knee I would shatter. Then the moment passed and I dropped to the floor. I got my fingers between the scarf and Karen's neck with difficulty and pulled. It loosened but of course that pulled the knot tighter so I couldn't undo it. I needed something to cut it. There were plenty of knives and stuff upstairs but I didn't want to leave her side and Renee's crying was drilling into my brain and I couldn't think. Karen's bag was on the floor and I upended it. I don't know what I was thinking I would find in it, but out spilled handfuls of cash, a scatter of cosmetics...and an Xacto knife. Why Karen had it would've been obvious to me but I was a little distracted at that moment - and I didn't care. I sawed through the scarf, and then pushed the wreckage of the fan off her head.

Right away I saw with relief that the blood was coming from just a small cut at her hairline. Scalp wounds bleed like crazy. Blood covered half her face, but I realized if she was bleeding she was alive and at that moment she took a choked breath that turned into a coughing fit, then rolled onto her side and started sobbing. At that point for some reason the most important thing for me became to shut her sister up because she was wailing as if her heart was torn out. I grabbed Renee by the shoulders and lifted her to look at me. Her face was a mask of horror and pain. She thought her big sister was dead, that she had killed herself. I shook her, hard. She started fighting to get free. "She's OK!" I yelled into her face, and shook her again. "Karen is alive!" I said, and that time she took it in. "Go upstairs to the kitchen and get the first aid kit!" I said and after a second her eyes cleared, and her face went perfectly blank, to that expressionless mask she had been able to put on for as long as I'd known her. She stood and ran out of the room and up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Moments later the heels of her boots clattered back down. She thrust the little box, white with its cheery red cross, into my hands.

The cut on Karen's scalp was the only visible damage. It was still bleeding freely but once I got some gauze on it and blotted it was a tiny cut, hardly a half an inch. I kept pressure on it until it stopped bleeding. It really didn't even need a full-size bandaid. But of course the physical damage wasn't the issue. Karen came around as I picked her up and set her on the cum-stained sheets of her bed. Her long hair had absorbed so much blood that it immediately soaked the pillowcase. Her eyes swam into focus, taking in me and her sister, then tracked up to the hole in the ceiling where the fan had been. She started crying, silently, her mouth stretched in a rictus of sorrow, tears welling in her eyes and spilling down. She made no effort to wipe them away, no effort to cover her nudity, no effort to move. She just stared up at nothing and cried.

Without a word Renee got into the bed. She curled up against Karen, wrapping her arms around her and burying her head in the side of the older girl's neck. Karen didn't acknowledge her presence at all. The raw emotion on the girls' faces was so terrible I had to look away. As I did, my eyes fell on Karen's smartphone and a piece of paper sitting on the bureau. On the paper, in Karen's sharp, precise handwriting, were the words. "I'm sorry Renee Mommy Daddy but it's only fair" and that was it. The phone was unlocked, open to the mail app. I picked it up. I read, "Well, if this delay thing works, you'll get this email in six months. I hope it does, because I want you to know this was your fault. You did this to me." The email was signed, "Moira".

Shit.

Today was, in fact, six months to the day since Moira took her own life.

There was an attachment with the email, a video file. I tapped it and it started to play. It was Moira, all right. She was outside on a sunny day. She did a slow turn with the phone in her hand and I recognized the giant old oak tree behind her. She was standing on her father's unmarked grave. "Hi there, kitten," she said. She was wearing a brittle smile and her green eyes were manic, maybe a little unfocused. I wondered what she was on. "Ah guess yer wonderin' why I'd send you a message like this, you know, from Beyond The Grave," and I could hear the capital letters and she followed it up with a little theremin-y "oo-WEE-ee-oo" sound. Her expression flicked in an instant from that smile to a mask of rage, something we'd all seen from her before. "It's cuz I want you to know what you done to me." She lowered herself to sit cross-legged in the slight depression in the grass under the tree. She was wearing a simple white dress with red flowers on it, a knee-length skirt and a halter neck. Her feet were bare. As she sat the POV swept around, swinging past where a jacket, her purse, shoes, and car keys were stacked neatly several feet away. And as she arranged the skirt to cover her knees, she placed a gun in her lap. "Ah tol' you that I didn't wanna be a whore no more," she said, and now her voice was as calm and cheerful as if she were discussing a nice weather forecast. "Ah didn't mind marryin' one - fact is, nothin's quite as yummy as eatin' cum outta your whore cunt - but I didn't wanna do no more whorin' myself. But you couldn't let it go, could ya? No you couldn't. 'C'mon, Moira, it'll be fun,'" she said, her voice taking on a whiny parody of Karen's, "'They just want to watch us. It's the same stuff we do all the time. They won't even touch us.' An' I wanted to make my wife happy, so I did it. I did it, and I let them put their...filthy...eyes all over me. They made me dirty!" Her voice took on a shrill, angry tone. "I worked so hard to be clean, and they made me dirty." Moira's voice trembled and shockingly, a single tear slid down her cheek. "They made me dirty, and now Ah can't ever be clean again. Daddy said so. AND IT'S YOUR FAULT" Moira jerked forward so her face filled the frame and screamed. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU BITCH!" Spittle flew from her lips and there were two spots of red high on her cheeks. Her eyes were wild now, until with a visible effort she clamped her jaw shut, drew in a long breath through her nose and let it out slowly. Her voice emerged soft and shaky. "It's your fault, kitten. There's only one way I can ever be clean again, and that's to be with my Daddy." As she spoke the camera shook as she scooted backwards until she was leaning against the gnarled bark of the tree. "So that's what ah'm fixin' to do, but I just wanted to make sure you knew it was your fault." And with no more prelude than that, Moira lifted the gun from her lap and put it in her mouth. She pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot was attenuated by the cheap phone mic. The scene spun crazily as the phone flew out of her hand. It came to rest on the grass face up. Half the frame was taken up by the flower pattern of Moira's dress, close up and out of focus. The other half was the bark of the tree. Dark liquid flowed down between the ridges of the bark. The tree bark was slowly occluded by that cheery red and white dress as, I supposed, the body slumped over. The video ended.

"That bitch," I echoed Moira. She'd always been vindictive and she knew Karen had internalized that she was responsible for all the punishment that Moira had inflicted on her, first as what she needed to learn to be a whore, and then as nothing more than a whore deserved. That kind of manipulation of people's emotional weak points was something Moira had learned at her father's, well, not his knee exactly, but close to it - and she had done it as naturally as breathing. There was no way she hadn't known how devastating this would be to Karen. Once she had decided to die she was going to try to take Karen with her.

None of us had seen this video before. We had only learned she was dead by suicide because her biker contact had called me. I had shared it with the girls in the hope the knowledge would break the hold she had on Karen. That was a misjudgement. I had felt like we were finally making some progress in getting Karen past the crushing guilt she had felt. This was, to put it mildly, a setback.

Renee was still hugging Karen, holding on for dear life, maybe literally. I sat down next to the naked thirteen-year-old on the other side of the bed. "Karen, honey," I said softly. She showed no indication she heard me, lost in her own private misery. I put my hand on her cheek, ran it softly down her neck, over her clavicle, to her chest, circling one of her perfect pale breasts. I tweaked the nipple, not gently. She made a stifled noise in her throat, but didn't look at me. Tears still welled in her eyes and ran silently down her temples. Dangit.

I reached under the bed, pulled out a box full of sex toys. I selected a cone-shaped dildo, normal width at the tip but flaring to an absurd diameter at the base. I showed it to Karen. "I need you to talk to me, kiddo," I said. She said nothing, but her eyes now tracked me as I placed the head of the dildo in the hollow of her throat and then slowly drew it down her body, along her breastbone between her titties, over her belly, and then up her mons and down to her slit, still gooey from her most recent customer. I placed the head at her entrance, paused to look at her face again and finding it unresponsive - shoved it home. I pushed it in hard, as fast and as far as I could. Karen groaned as the dildo slid in. Her groan became a cry of pain as I pushed until her slit expanded and her lips were taut and bloodless around an opening a good three inches in diameter. That was as far as it would go until I hammered it with the heel of my hand. Karen yelped. "Ohhh, it hurts," she moaned, but then, after drawing a shaky breath she focused on me. The muscles around her eyes were taut with pain. "More," she urged me. "Harder. Hurt me! Tear my whore cunt apart!"

Well, that wasn't exactly the reaction I wanted. "Karen, honey, no. Nobody wants to hurt you. There's no reason to hurt you."

She shook her head tearfully. "I want to hurt me. I should be hurt. I'm a filthy whore and I killed my wife," and she started sobbing in earnest.

"Noooo!" Renee insisted. "That's not true!" She was crying now, too. "Karen, Moira was bad, and she was mean to you, and she was fucked up in the head! You didn't kill her, she was crazy and that's why she killed herself!" Karen just shook her head and continued sobbing.

"Karen, think," I urged her. "Moira had to know how bad you would feel if she blamed you for what she did. If she loved you, would she have wanted to hurt you like that? Answer me, kiddo, would she?"

"I...I don't..."

"No!" Renee answered for her. "She didn't love you. She hurt you all the time, she slapped you and beat you and burned you with her cigarette. How could she do that if she loved you?"

"It...because I was her whore," Karen insisted. "Whores do what you want, no matter what they want."

Well that was a lesson she had maybe learned too well.

"But you were her wife, too, and she was supposed to take care of you." I said, then shook my head impatiently. "Karen, this was a nasty, spiteful thing for Moira to do. She must have been very unhappy to kill herself, but that's no excuse. Let me ask you if positions were reversed, if God forbid Moira had done something so awful to you that you thought suicide was the only way out, would you make her watch it?"

Finally, that seemed to penetrate Karen's misery. I could see her face turn thoughtful as she scrubbed at her eyes. "I...guess not," she said uncertainly. "But, but, even if that was wrong for Moira to do, I was still wrong for making her go whoring with me, and that's still why...why..." She couldn't say it.

I sighed, but it was Renee who spoke up and now she was angry. "You STUPID whore!" she almost snarled as she jumped from Karen's side to sit astride her instead, her thighs spreading around Karen's bare pelvis. She bent to put herself almost nose to nose with her older sister. "Moira was a BAD PERSON! When are you going to realize that? She knew that being a whore before you're grown up was hard and awful. She could've told you that and helped you, instead of making it hard and awful for you. And people who love you don't hit you! They DON'T BURN YOU WITH A CIGARETTE! They don't...eep!" Renee lost her balance when Karen suddenly surged up to a sitting position.

Renee's face was pressed into her cleavage but then the older girl shoved her backwards. "They don't handcuff you and make you go naked into a restaurant full of gross men, either! They sure don't make you SUCK A DOG'S DICK just because the gross men want to see it! Why didn't you stop it? If you love me so much, why didn't YOU protect me?" With a wordless sound of anger she pushed the younger girl off her and, still naked, stomped out of the room and up the stairs. Renee sat on the bed, speechless, obviously deeply hurt by her big sister's outburst. It was unfair - Renee had protected Karen. She had suffered anal rape and actually murdered one of those gross men, protecting Karen. I went to put a comforting arm around her but she angrily shook me off and, swiping at her eyes, turned her back on me and headed upstairs too.

I sighed, but someone had to take care of the practicalities. I stripped the bloodstained, cum-stained bedding and collected the bloody gauze and other first aid detritus. I got a towel from Karen's bathroom, wet it, and mopped up the blood on the floor. I got everything started in a cold-water wash, then went upstairs myself. Lilah was still lying under the kitchen table. She had taken two of the Scrabble letter trays and pressed them together, and as I got a pot of tea started she was trying to fuck herself with them, giggling and drooling down her chin. Those trays had some sharp edges and she needed one hand to pry her little hole open while she rotated the trays with the other hand to push them, corners first, into her. She got up on her knees and placed the other end of the improvised wooden dildo on the ground and then bore down. She threw her head back and banged it against the underside of the table as the unvarnished wood scraped through her vaginal sheath, snuffling and making little noises in her throat as her face got red with the effort of pushing the unlubricated wood up her cunt.

I left her to it. I put the teapot on a service tray along with three cups, sugar, and milk and carried up to the second floor. Cindy's bedroom door was closed - it hadn't been when my girl had left earlier. I put my ear to it and heard muffled sobbing. My heart went out to Renee but I knew she would not want me to see her out of control, so I knocked but didn't enter. There was a pause and then Renee called out "Yes?" in a voice that only sounded a little strained. I spoke through the door softly, telling Renee I needed her to back me up. After a few moments she opened the door, finger-combing her thick, wavy brown hair back into some kind of order. Her eyes were red but dry. She followed me into my bedroom. Karen was naked, sitting cross-legged on the bed, her head in her hands. She was leaking cum onto my pillow. Great. I set the tea tray on the nightstand and poured three cups. Renee got onto the bed and sort of sidled up to Karen warily, as if she were afraid Karen would lash out again. But without looking up Karen reached out and took her hand.

I held out a steaming mug to Karen. She looked up, wiped away tears from red, puffy eyes, and took it, sipped, set it down between her crossed legs. Renee leaned into her, rubbing her shoulder and murmuring soft words of comfort. I sat down across from the girls and reached over to take Karen's hand gently in mine. She stiffened, and wouldn't meet my gaze.

"Listen, Karen. We need to talk some more about what happened. I know you probably don't want to, but it's important."

She glanced at me, and for a moment I could see the unfathomable sadness behind her eyes. Poor kid.

"I'm sorry, I just..." she began, "I got the e-mail and then—"

"How many times have I told you to enable the auto-lock on your phone and set a password?!" I burst out. "This is just irresponsible at this point!"

Renee nodded her agreement. "Seriously, Karen. You're going to get us all arrested."

"You know whoring isn't legal, right?" I demanded. Karen nodded, tears welling in her eyes again. I had to harden my heart to make sure the lesson got through. "Child prostitution, and that's what you are in the eyes of the law, a child, is a felony. Every. Single. Appointment in your calendar is a felony. How many hundreds of counts is that? But it's not just you. Your sister and I would get charged as accessories. Even if you don't care about what happens to you, what about your parents? What about Lilah? What about Cindy? Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?" This was mostly nonsense of course, but it was important to impress upon the little whore the importance of good opsec, as her mother would call it. And, if possible, to get her mind off Moira's horrible, final blow.

"I'm sorry," Karen sniveled. "I'll do better, I'll fix it today."

"Speaking of your calendar, shouldn't you call the D'Amicos and cancel?" I asked. "You can't use your room until I clean up and re-hang the fan. I'll do it tomorrow if I can get the parts I need at the hardware store."

Just like that, Karen was all business. Whatever depth of hurt Moira had inflicted on her, she wouldn't it let it get in the way of her next orgasm or her next payday. "What if we let them pull into the garage and I'll do them in their car?" Karen countered.

I thought it over. "It's cold down there." Karen shrugged. There was a camera high on one wall. It wouldn't give a perfect view into a car but it should work. "OK, call and tell them to text you when they're right outside, and we'll open the garage door. I'll go downstairs now and move my truck into the alley."

"But first, can I get high?" Karen asked, looking meaningfully at the open drawer in my nightstand. Maybe it would help her mood. I retrieved a fatty and a lighter from the drawer in the nightstand and handed them off to the thirteen-year-old. She lit up and sucked greedily. I left her and went to move my truck.

When I got back upstairs Karen was still sitting naked on my bed, her head wreathed in smoke. Renee, no fan of the smell, had retreated to the armchair. Karen's legs were spread, knees bent, soles of her feet pressed together. She was masturbating vigorously as she smoked. Her oversized clitoris was swollen and shiny with cream and she was squeezing it between thumb and forefinger, twisting and tugging at it and making a noise in her throat somewhere between moaning and crying. She pulled at it, stretching it out from her body until it was just a thin ribbon of pulsing red flesh and a darkening bulb pinched off. She took a huge hit off the joint and pulled harder, moaning until the slippery bud finally pulled free and snapped back against her vulva.

Now Karen started spanking her pussy, and these were not light taps either. These were slaps swinging her arm down with all her strength. Across the room, Renee sat forward, her hazel eyes darkening with anxiety. Cunt cream squished between Karen's fingers and spurted out around her palm, spattering onto her thighs and all over my bedspread. Her scent was heavy in the room. She yipped with each strike and puffed out smoke. Her pussy turned bright red from the punishment. She didn't stop until the joint was too short to smoke. She held up the roach in one hand and held up her other hand, palm open. She closed her eyes, swallowed, and then as I realized what was up an instant too late, ground the coal of the roach into her palm. Renee jumped to her feet with an involuntary shout of alarm.

I lashed out to swat the roach out of her hand at the same time as, with an "Eeeee!" Karen shook it onto the floor where it sputtered out. "Ow!" she cried, cradling the burned hand in her other, and started to cry again. Renee advanced on her, eyes burning, looking as if she wanted to slap her. Instead she collapsed onto Karen, hugging her tightly. "Don't, don't, please don't," was all she managed to say. Karen shook her hair and ran her hands through hair sticky with drying blood, then gently pushed Renee away. Her face was hard as she turned to me. "I want to smoke some more."

I knew this was no long-term solution, but if it would keep her functional for today I'd trust tomorrow would take care of itself. Pretty much what I'd been doing for two years now. So I handed Karen another joint. I held it away at the last minute, with "No more showing off!" and pointing my chin at the ash mark on her palm. She nodded, eyes still hard but so, so sad. I sighed and handed it to her.

By the time she had smoked the second number of my most potent bud down to a nub, the THC had done its work. Karen slumped back bonelessly against the headboard. Her eyes were bloodshot and heavy-lidded and her face had softened. A goofy smile played on her lips. She was caressing her breasts with one hand, tweaking her cherry-sized nipples into erection, as with her other hand she stroked and tugged at her clitoris, but gently now, just running her fingers over it and coaxing pleasure from the oversized curled bud, gathering the thick, pungent cream that seeped steadily from between her flowered labia and spreading it all over her clit, her vulva, her mons. Her legs twitched and moved randomly on the bedspread and her head bobbed as sexual pleasure filled her and warmed her, chasing away the cares of her day and all her pain, as it had done ever since she had first learned how potent her immature cunt was, how powerful the surge of pure animal lust could be.

I glanced at the clock. "Shouldn't you shower off? The D'Amicos will be here any minute."

Karen smiled but there was nothing happy in it. "No, I bet they'll get off on this," She shook her hair, now stiff and brown with dried blood. And at that moment her phone tweeped so it was too late to argue. She stood up, her eyes going hard, and naked in the afternoon sunlight she looked for that moment like some angry goddess about to give mortals more than they bargained for. But then she scooped a palmful of cunt cream off her soaking vulva, sniffed her hand, wrinkled her nose and smeared it behind her ears and under her arms like obscene perfume, and trotted towards the stairs. As her bare heels thumped down the two flights I hit the remote to open the garage door and switched on the security camera as an extended cab pickup backed slowly down into the garage. The truck bed was full of construction debris, lumber, pipe, conduit, wire, and other hardware. I turned up the audio and was listening for the truck's engine so I could close the door when it cut off but I heard nothing and after a moment I realized the truck was electric. I hit the button and the big door swung down.

Two men got out of the truck - one was the heavyset brother, the one that looked like a linebacker gone to seed. The other was shorter but still over six feet and looked like a bit of a gym rat. His biceps bulged from a polo shirt that stretched taut across a broad back and tapered to a narrow waist. They looked around the unheated garage - cold concrete floor, unpainted drywall, a pegboard and tool bench at the back of the room, a storage room with bicycles and sports equipment, two bare bulbs providing light. Gym Rat took out a thick roll of bills from his jacket and put it on the corner of the bench.

After a moment the door at the back of the room opened and in pranced Karen, still naked, one side of her hair stiff and crusted with dried blood, swollen nipples jigging and a smirk on her face. She picked up the money and tossed it behind her through the door before closing it. "Hello, boys," she said and her smirk became a leer, shockingly obscene on her childish, unformed features. "You think you're ready for me?" She struck a hip-shot pose, challenge in every line of her bare body. But she was too stoned not to break character. She broke out in giggles and slumped against the wall, her eyelids drooping and her movements slow and languid.

The two brothers exchanged knowing smiles. "I think we're ready for you," said the gym rat. "Come over here and I'll show you how ready we are." He grabbed his bulge and smiled at her. It was not a nice smile.

Something in his face penetrated the marijuana haze in Karen's brain because she suddenly looked uncertain. But she pushed away from the wall and took slow, unsteady steps with her bare feet across the cold concrete floor. The gym rat's smile widened as she drew near. "Let's get in the back..." Karen started but she never got to finish the sentence. His arm whipped out in an open-handed slap across her face and she tumbled to the floor, her legs flying up and exposing her bald, greasy pussy and her pink asshole. Karen lay on her back for a moment, dazed, then she sat up, a hand to her cheek already reddening. "NOT MY FACE!" she screamed. "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO...urk!" She was choked off again, this time literally, as Linebacker bent down and fitted his left hand around her neck and lifted her up in the air without apparent effort. Karen's face went from anger to fear as she struggled to breathe. Her hands pulled at his fingers without moving them one bit. Her bare legs bicycled as she tried to kick him in the crotch which he easily avoided with small movements of his hips. Then he reared back and punched Karen square in the face. Her head rocked back and her hands dropped, and she started to cry. Blood ran from one nostril. He couldn't have hit her with anything like his full strength because he could have smashed her nose flat as roadkill. He started slapping her back and forth on the sides of her head, hard enough to rock from side to side, hard enough to send her hair flying in all directions. "Stop, please, stop," she cried. When she raised her arms to protect her he started slapping her titties even harder. When she crossed her arms protectively across her chest he gave her cunt a vicious underhand slap, hard enough that her legs flew up in reaction and her juices splashed up in the air.

Renee had sat bolt upright in the armchair at the sound of the first slap and when Karen started crying she dashed to my side. Now she was sitting next to me, hugging me tightly enough to restrict my breathing. Her every muscle was tensed, her eyes flashing as she devoured the sight on the screen. I could hear her teeth grinding together. But she knew better than to interrupt a trick if Karen's hadn't shouted her safe word or made the signal.

Linebacker was back to slapping Karen's head, speaking in rhythm with the strikes. "You. Will. Take. What. We. Give. You. And. Say. Thank you! Slut!" Karen's eyes were going out of focus as the repeated blows dazed her. Tears, snot, and blood were running down her face, over her lips and dripping off her chin. Meanwhile, Gym Rat disappeared into the truck back seat and came out with a thick roll of gaffer tape. Linebacker set Karen on her feet and steadied her as she wobbled. "Raise your arms," he said, and raised his own hand to deliver another strike when Karen didn't obey immediately. She quailed before him, her naked pubescent body completely overmatched by a large mature man in work clothes and heavy boots. Trembling, she lifted her arms. Behind her, Gym Rat tore off a long strip of tape and bound her wrists together over her head. Karen tried to pull her wrists apart, but she had no leverage. There was real fear in her face now, that turned to terror when the next strip of tape went over her mouth and wrapped around her head (and her bloody hair) twice.

Karen shook her head vigorously, making "nn-nn! nn-nn!" noises when Gym Rat lifted her easily and hooked her taped wrists over one of the struts that suspended the garage door's track. She hung there, naked and shivering, blood now dripping down from her chin to her breasts and on to her belly. Her nipples were crinkled and fully erect and her bare body was covered with gooseflesh, but this was not arousal. This was the cold, and fear.

Lilah wandered into the bedroom, the two Scrabble trays still sticking halfway out of her tiny tattooed pussy, and stood wide-legged next to us, working the trays side to side, stretching her opening in one direction then another. She sucked the thumb of her other hand and watched as Linebacker opened his trousers. He dug his fingers into the pale globes of Karen's ass and lifted her just enough to align her sloppy wet cunt with his erection, then shoved home and let her drop. Karen threw her head back and groaned deep in her throat but as he began thrusting her legs came up and she wrapped them around his hips. Her deeply bloodshot eyes began to drift closed as sexual pleasure began to rise up in her, the terrible dark wave that could blot out physical pain, blot out fear and terror and everything else. Gym Rat stepped up behind her and she shivered when she felt the rough denim of his jacket and its brass buttons digging into her back, then jumped and tried to pull herself up by her arms when she felt his cock splitting her asscheeks. She strained and squealed through her gag as he shoved into her dry, grunting as it took several thrusts to reach full depth, each one causing her body to go stiff with pain.

But then Karen was fully impaled, double-penetrated and squashed between the two men so much larger than her. Her breasts bounced violently with the force of their thrusts. Neither of them looked her in the eyes or offered her so much as a wink or a smile as they fucked her. She hung like a side of beef on a hook and that's how they treated her, as just a pair of holes without any kind of human warmth or emotion. If anything, that made Karen's cunt burn even hotter. She was sweating freely now in the cold garage. Moisture gleamed on her cheeks, under her arms, trickling down the small of her back. She groaned and squealed behind her gag, sounding more like an animal than a thirteen-year-old girl as her body responded as it had thousands of times in the two years since she had first felt a cock violate her, as the pleasure radiated from her swollen, throbbing clitoris, getting hotter and hotter and stronger and stronger, filling her up, filling all the empty places and driving out the fear, the self-hatred, the disgust, the guilt - this was the only way she could keep them at bay, keep them from eating her alive.

And then Karen exploded. Every muscle jerked tight, her thin arms locked overhead, wrists straining against the gaffer tape. She drew her knees up high in the air and then kicked her legs out to either side of Linebacker's wide belly, her soles, gray with dust from the concrete floor, upturned in the harsh compact fluorescent light. Her head jerked back and forth, the tendons in her neck standing out. Her face got red and the sexual flush spread back to her ears and down onto her breasts. Hot cream squirted out of her stuffed slit, clotting Linebacker's pubes and spattering onto the dirty floor. She screamed into her gag, a long, diminishing wail almost completely muffled by the gaffer's tape.

As her orgasm faded, Karen went limp. Now her body was being shoved back and forth like a ragdoll as the brothers thrusted into her with the coordination of long practice. Almost at the same time they both stiffened and made a sound more like an animal's bark than human, and rose on tiptoe, making Karen squeal one more time as both her holes were plumbed to painful depth.

Linebacker stepped back first, leaving Karen's ass stuck to Gym Rat. Grinning he bent his knees suddenly and dropped far enough to yank his cock free, making Karen groan and twist as it scraped across her sphincter. She hung there, her chest heaving and the breath whistling and bubbling in her bloody nose, semen running down her legs, as the brothers admired their handiwork.

If she expected to be cut down now, she was disappointed. Upstairs in my bedroom, Renee half stood and clutched at me as Linebacker pulled a large hunting knife from a sheath at his waist. The blade gleamed and the blood gutter was a dark line along its length. Karen's eyes widened in terror as he grasped her jaw with one hand and raised the knife in the other. Grinning evilly he let the moment stretch just a bit, but all he did was push the point between Karen's lips, through the tape sealing her mouth. Maybe he pushed it just a bit further into her mouth than he needed to, letting her feel the prick of the point on the back of her tongue, but that was all. Now that she could open her mouth, Karen spoke, albeit somewhat distorted by the tape still stuck to her lips. "Wow, that was great, you always make my cunt feel so good. Now since I can open my mouth, let me down and I'll suck you. Both at once if you want." And she tried a coquettish wink but couldn't really pull it off with her arms pressed against her ears and blood still seeping from her nose.

"Oh, thanks, but that's ok. We just want to hear you scream." As they had been speaking, Gym Rat had been rummaging in the truck bed. Now he stood up, holding two bundles of uninsulated heavy gauge copper wire. One end was taped to make a crude handle. The wires were spread out like tree branches. The end of each wire was bent out, showing off where it had been clipped on the bias to make a sharp little point.

Karen began wriggling where she hung, trying to stretch her toes down to touch the floor. Her head turned rapidly, trying to keep both brothers in view as Gym Rat walked around behind her. Her eyes widened with anxiety as each swung their bundles whistling through the air. Then with no further warning, they both stepped forward, planted their feet, and the wires whipped through the air and struck Karen, front and back. She shrieked. Even Lilah looked up from masturbating as her cry filled the air.

From upstairs we saw a collection of red lines sprout across her belly as the wires cut into her pale skin. Her body thrashed in pain and in a futile attempt to squirm away from the improvised cats-o-nine-tails as they shredded the top layer of her skin. The cuts were not deep - they hardly bled at all - but they had to be incredibly painful as the jagged copper wires bit into her. The two brothers alternated strikes on her front and back side, making Karen dance back and forth in the air as she jerked away from each blow, only to collide with the next from the opposite direction. Linebacker laid several crisscrossing groups on Karen's belly, then moved up to her breasts. She was screaming and crying and begging them to stop. Up in the bedroom, Renee was beside herself. She had her hands pressed to her ears, trying to block out the sounds of her sister's agony, but Karen hadn't made the signal or yelled her safe word and she had promised never to interfere unless Karen pulled that ripcord.

Gym Rat had moved downwards and was whipping Karen's ass and the backs of her thighs while Linebacker concentrated on punishing her titties. They were both hitting her harder now and more of the strikes were breaking the skin. Little runnels of blood were mingling with Karen's fear sweat, running down her body until pink dripped from her toes onto the concrete. She had almost exhausted herself and was hanging limply, her limbs trembling as her cries became weaker. But there was a strange, wild light in her eyes and I thought I heard her moans take on tones of ecstacy. "Yes! Yes!" she said weakly. "Hurt the dirty whore! Give her what she deserves! Oh God!"

But then Linebacker stepped back, took careful aim, and laid a stroke at full strength right across Karen's soaking crotch. "AAAAAIIIIIIEEEE!" she shrieked as spatters of cunt cream and blood drops flew through the air. She twisted her body with renewed strength, trying to get away from the evil glint of the copper wires. They left parallel cuts across the tender flesh of her vulva. Blood squirted from a slice across the tip of her swollen clitoris. "NOT MY CUNT! DON'T HURT MY CUNT!" Linebacker raised the whip again and Karen howled "STOP! STOP! NO MORE!"

But the fat man only held it there a minute, then stepped back. Her blood speckled his face as his mouth split in an evil grin. "No more?" he said silkily. "Had enough of the copper?" Tears flowing from her eyes, Karen nodded desperately. "Your wish is my command. C'mon, bro," he said and Gym Rat stepped back from the helpless girl and the two of them tossed the improvised whips back into the truck bed.

But then Linebacker rummaged and came up with a pair of cables. They had clamps on one end like ordinary jumper cables, but the other end was an oversized electrical jack. He plugged it into a socket on the side of the truck. He tapped the clamps together and there was a snap as a thick white spark arced between them. Karen's eyes showed bloodshot white all the way around as he advanced on her. Before she could react he opened the clamps and let them snap shut on her wounded nipples. "AAAIIIIEEEEEE!" She screamed again and her whole body spasmed and vibrated as electricity surged through her. The two men laughed as she twitched and danced in the air, her muscles contracting from the current setting her nerves afire. "AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" she screamed once more and her twitching became more violent, her legs kicking and her body quivering in agony. Laughing still, Gym Rat reached out and pulled one clamp off, causing Karen to shriek again as the serrated jaws scraped free. He held the clamp up at Karen's eye level for a moment, paused as if considering, then reached down with his free hand and grabbed her throbbing clit, squeezing it between callused fingers. Nodding, he lowered the jumper cable towards Karen's crotch.

That did it. "NANCY DREW!" Karen shrieked at the top of her lungs. Renee was out of the room and leaping down the stairs before the words were fully out of Karen's lips, and I was right behind her. We tore down the two flights, and I caught up with the eleven-year-old only because she paused to kick off her clumsy boots right before opening the garage door and charging in barefoot.

I grabbed Renee's shoulder just long enough to say, "Strategy," and then we burst through the door. Renee dashed to yank the other jumper cable off Karen's breast, then slid into her fighting stance between her big sister who dangled limp, helpless, naked, and bleeding, and the two men. If you didn't know how hard the little girl had trained you'd think she looked absurd, like a kitten facing down a rhino. Two rhinos, actually. "Gentlemen," I said sternly, stepping into the garage, "Karen doesn't want to play any more."

The two halted their advance and Gym Rat dropped the other cable to the floor, but didn't look at all cowed. "Aw, we were just kidding," said Gym Rat with fake obsequiousness. "But," he continued, his voice hardening, "We paid for the afternoon and there's a lot of time left." He loomed over Renee, a good two feet taller and probably close to three times her weight, looking down at her with amused contempt.

"No, I'm afraid your time is up," I said, deliberately moving into Linebacker's personal space and drawing his eyes away from his brother and the two girls. But I saw Gym Rat step forward and attempt to sweep Renee to the side. The thing is, a scuffle is a different animal than pumping iron. You might admire yourself in the mirror after a good bench press and imagine you can take anyone, but it ain't necessarily so. He was slow, slow enough that Renee was able to grab his extended arm, pull him off-balance and twist. Pain bloomed as his elbow bent the wrong way and as he turned to ease the pressure, Renee put him on the floor as easily as that. The grunt as he hit the ground distracted his brother and I wasn't about to fuck around with someone that size. I kneed him solidly in the crotch and he gasped and bent forward. I punched him in the face three times, jab-jab-cross, and I felt his nose crunch under my knuckles. He roared like a bull and grabbed for me. I ducked inside his reach and punched him in the balls again, and then a third time. Wheezing, he sank to the floor.

Gym Rat wasn't done yet. He shook Renee off and lurched to his feet as she took two steps backwards, colliding with Karen's bare body and almost slipping in her big sister's blood. Seeing her off-balance, he bared his teeth and moved in for the kill. But Renee danced to the side, drawing him away from Karen as the older girl swung helplessly back and forth. Renee backed away until she was in the doorway of the storage room. Thinking he had her trapped, Gym Rat stepped into range. But suddenly a baseball bat was in Renee's hands and whistling through the air. There was a CRACK and Gym Rat's knee bent in a direction it was not designed to. With a cry of pain, he fell to the concrete. Before he had stopped moving Renee had the end of the bat pressed into his throat. She leaned into it hard enough to pin him to the ground.

After that was just cleanup. I lifted Karen off the strut and set her down. She collapsed onto the dirty cold concrete floor, sobbing. I managed to drag both men into the back seat of the truck. I opened the garage door and drove the truck out to park on the street. I assured the men that they were no longer welcome unless Karen said otherwise. I reminded them of the Stand Your Ground laws in this state and how that might affect their immediate futures if they showed up again. I left them there and went back inside. Renee had untaped Karen's wrists and was trying to get the tape off her head without tearing out too much of her hair. Karen was bloody nearly everywhere but the soles of her feet. She was weeping from the pain of her wounds and the ache in her shoulders from hanging so long, but there was a strange light of satisfaction in her eyes. She had, after all, managed to get some of what she thought she deserved. "What are we going to do with you?" I mused aloud.

"I know what to do with her," said Lilah. She was standing in the doorway to the stairs, her dyed eyeballs wide and shiny. She was still working the Scrabble trays in and out of her cunt which now looked red and raw beneath the swirling tattoos. Her tusks glinting in the harsh lighting, she declared "I can punith her oneth and for all."