paragon
10-17-2003, 1:59 PM
Allen, hands shaking and heart racing, slipped one of Mary Jo’s boots from her foot. When he got her boot off, the most perfect foot he’d ever seen greeted him. Mary Jo had very high arches and her toes made a perfect graceful arc. Her toenails were painted a pink color that showed through her skin colored pantyhose. Mary Jo arched her foot and wiggled her toes as Allen stared, almost drooling. “How ‘bout the other?” she said as she recrossed her leg and held out her other boot. Allen pulled Mary Jo’s other boot off an almost came in his pants. “Now lick ‘em!” Cindy said from behind. Allen swallowed hard as he cupped his palms around Mary Jo’s heel and lifted her foot towards his lips. He gently kissed the tip of her toe. “Lick, not kiss dumbass!” Cindy said. Allen lifted her foot a little higher and kissed the ball of her foot as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, absorbing the aroma of Mary Jo’s soft foot and the leather of her boot. “Lick you piece of shit!” Cindy yelled as she kicked him from behind driving the toe of her boot right into Allen’s tailbone. She kicked hard enough to lift him from his knees and knock him forward into Mary Jo as he yelped in pain. When he fell forward he was still pressing his lips to Mary Jo’s foot. His forward motion made her foot bend back in an uncomfortable way. “Ouch!” she yelled out as she grabbed her ankle and rubbed. Allen was rolling on the floor grabbing his tailbone. “Oh hell, you done hurt ‘er foot boy. Now yer screwed!” Cindy said. Mary Jo stood up and stomped on Allen’s thigh. “Time for a trip to th’ barn.” She said. Cindy jumped up and down clapping like a little girl. Allen didn’t know what she meant but he was sure it wasn’t good. He decided to run for it, it was a mistake. As he stood and went for the door Mary Jo stuck out a foot and tripped him. He went head first into the door knocking him silly. Cindy pounced on him and hog-tied his hands and feet together. She jumped up and yelled out, “Yeee Haaa! I ain’t got a roping trophy ‘cause I’m slow!” Mary Jo walked over to where Allen was lying on the floor and lifted his head up by pulling on his hair. “Y’ever punch dawgies?” she asked. Allen shook his aching head. Mary Jo balled up her free hand and punched Allen right on the temple. He was out cold.
Allen woke up in the back of a pick-up truck as it road down a dusty old road. As he bounced around he thought of the movie “Deliverance”. His imagination ran wild with thoughts of wild abuse at the hands of these two women. He began to get scared as he bounced around in the back of the pick-up. Dust flew off the tires as the girls drove further and further out into the middle of nowhere. Finally the truck came to a stop next to a large, old barn. Allen heard the doors on the truck open and then close and Mary Jo and Cindy talking but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Allen tried to look around but wasn’t able to sit-up because he was still hogtied. Mary Jo walked around and opened the tailgate. She grabbed Allen’s ankle and dragged him out of the truck. He hit the ground with a thud and audible grunt. Mary Jo began dragging Allen towards the barn and through the large open door. Cindy was standing there holding horse bridles and riding crops, there were also hay hooks and pitchforks laying around about the floor. Cindy reached down towards Allen and forced a bit into his mouth as if she were bridling a horse. “We don’t want you screamin’ to much,” she said. “Not that nobody’d hear ya’ being that we’re so far out an’ all but, we may get tired a’ hearin’ ya’. And believe me, ya’ll gona be screamin’.” Allen began to whimper and sweat as he tried to plead through the bit in his mouth. “What’s that? Mary Jo asked. “You want us to hurt you bad?” Allen began to violently shake his head ‘no’. Cindy reached down and held up Allen’s bound ankles as Mary Jo tied a rope to them. She then threw the rope over a rafter and pulled Allen up so that he was suspended from the ceiling so that his head was about 2 feet from the floor. Allen continued trying to talk and plead but the bit was tight and he was inaudible.
Cindy raised a crop and lashed out hard against Allen’s ass. He flinched and moaned as he started to spin in a slow circle. Cindy struck again hitting the same spot. Allen began to flail about trying to free himself. Mary Jo joined Cindy with a crop and they both began a rapid fire beating of Allen’s suspended body. Allen moaned and screamed through the bit in his mouth as drool flew from the corners of his mouth. Cindy and Mary Jo laughed as the beat their suspended victim with no remorse. Finally the beating stopped but not the pain. Allen could feel the welts under his clothes burning and stinging with white-hot pain. “Are you cryin’?” Mary Jo asked seeing the tears welling in Allen’s eyes. Allen nodded as he sobbed and tried not to seem weak. “Damn city boy ain’t to tough is he?” Cindy said to Mary Jo. “Billy Bob didn’t cry until you branded ‘im.” She said. “Hey,” Mary Jo said as she smiled with an evil grin, “let’s brand city boy so evrybody’ll know he’s ours.” Allen’s Eyes grew wide with fear and he started to scream again and flail around like a fish hanging from a fishing line. Cindy reached up and cut the rope and Allen hit the floor with a solid thud. Mary Jo ran out of the barn and left Cindy to deal with Allen.
Cindy reached down and cut the ropes holding Allen ankles and then grabbed his hair, pulling his head up to within inches of her face, she whispered in his ear. “I’m getin’ ready to untie your hands, don’t even think ‘bout tryin’ ta run or I’ll make you wish you was dead.” Allen looked at her eyes and saw the devil. He nodded slowly, to scared to do anything else. Cindy cut the ropes on Allen’s wrists and he was finally free. “On yer knees, boy.” Cindy commanded. Allen got up onto his hands and knees and Cindy sat on his back like he was a horse. She grabbed the reins and kicked his sides with her boot heels. “Giddy up!” she said. Allen began to crawl around the barn with Cindy on his back. “D’you know I was a champion rider?” she asked. “I can do all kind a’ tricks while I ride.” She continued. As Allen crawled along the floor Cindy stood up on his back with her boots and balanced herself there. “Yeeee Haaaa!” she yelled out. “Come on lil’ dawgie! Giddy Up!” she stomped down on the small of his back. He tried to speed up but his knees were starting to scream out with pain. “Faster!” Cindy yelled as she stomped again. Allen was exhausted and collapsed. Cindy stumbled as he fell and became enraged. “You sack a’ shit!” she screamed. “You tried to make me fall!” Allen shook his head violently trying to keep her calm. Cindy stepped on the back of Allen’s neck and drove his face to the floor. She reached down and grabbed the reins and pulled up hard forcing Allen’s head up into a painful position making him scream out. She stood full weight on the back on his neck and then placed the other between his shoulder blades while pulling up hard on the reins. Allen began to kick and slap his hands on the floor fighting against Cindy’s pulling. “I feel like a California beach bunny.” She laughed. “This is just like surfin’!” She jumped into the air and landed with both feet on Allen’s shoulder blades. He moaned out in agony from the crushing blow. Cindy jumped down off of his shoulder and began dragging him across the floor with the reins attached to the bit in his mouth. Allen fought against her but the pain was too intense and he went limp. Cindy kicked Allen’s head with her boot toe knocking him out.
Allen woke up in the back of a pick-up truck as it road down a dusty old road. As he bounced around he thought of the movie “Deliverance”. His imagination ran wild with thoughts of wild abuse at the hands of these two women. He began to get scared as he bounced around in the back of the pick-up. Dust flew off the tires as the girls drove further and further out into the middle of nowhere. Finally the truck came to a stop next to a large, old barn. Allen heard the doors on the truck open and then close and Mary Jo and Cindy talking but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Allen tried to look around but wasn’t able to sit-up because he was still hogtied. Mary Jo walked around and opened the tailgate. She grabbed Allen’s ankle and dragged him out of the truck. He hit the ground with a thud and audible grunt. Mary Jo began dragging Allen towards the barn and through the large open door. Cindy was standing there holding horse bridles and riding crops, there were also hay hooks and pitchforks laying around about the floor. Cindy reached down towards Allen and forced a bit into his mouth as if she were bridling a horse. “We don’t want you screamin’ to much,” she said. “Not that nobody’d hear ya’ being that we’re so far out an’ all but, we may get tired a’ hearin’ ya’. And believe me, ya’ll gona be screamin’.” Allen began to whimper and sweat as he tried to plead through the bit in his mouth. “What’s that? Mary Jo asked. “You want us to hurt you bad?” Allen began to violently shake his head ‘no’. Cindy reached down and held up Allen’s bound ankles as Mary Jo tied a rope to them. She then threw the rope over a rafter and pulled Allen up so that he was suspended from the ceiling so that his head was about 2 feet from the floor. Allen continued trying to talk and plead but the bit was tight and he was inaudible.
Cindy raised a crop and lashed out hard against Allen’s ass. He flinched and moaned as he started to spin in a slow circle. Cindy struck again hitting the same spot. Allen began to flail about trying to free himself. Mary Jo joined Cindy with a crop and they both began a rapid fire beating of Allen’s suspended body. Allen moaned and screamed through the bit in his mouth as drool flew from the corners of his mouth. Cindy and Mary Jo laughed as the beat their suspended victim with no remorse. Finally the beating stopped but not the pain. Allen could feel the welts under his clothes burning and stinging with white-hot pain. “Are you cryin’?” Mary Jo asked seeing the tears welling in Allen’s eyes. Allen nodded as he sobbed and tried not to seem weak. “Damn city boy ain’t to tough is he?” Cindy said to Mary Jo. “Billy Bob didn’t cry until you branded ‘im.” She said. “Hey,” Mary Jo said as she smiled with an evil grin, “let’s brand city boy so evrybody’ll know he’s ours.” Allen’s Eyes grew wide with fear and he started to scream again and flail around like a fish hanging from a fishing line. Cindy reached up and cut the rope and Allen hit the floor with a solid thud. Mary Jo ran out of the barn and left Cindy to deal with Allen.
Cindy reached down and cut the ropes holding Allen ankles and then grabbed his hair, pulling his head up to within inches of her face, she whispered in his ear. “I’m getin’ ready to untie your hands, don’t even think ‘bout tryin’ ta run or I’ll make you wish you was dead.” Allen looked at her eyes and saw the devil. He nodded slowly, to scared to do anything else. Cindy cut the ropes on Allen’s wrists and he was finally free. “On yer knees, boy.” Cindy commanded. Allen got up onto his hands and knees and Cindy sat on his back like he was a horse. She grabbed the reins and kicked his sides with her boot heels. “Giddy up!” she said. Allen began to crawl around the barn with Cindy on his back. “D’you know I was a champion rider?” she asked. “I can do all kind a’ tricks while I ride.” She continued. As Allen crawled along the floor Cindy stood up on his back with her boots and balanced herself there. “Yeeee Haaaa!” she yelled out. “Come on lil’ dawgie! Giddy Up!” she stomped down on the small of his back. He tried to speed up but his knees were starting to scream out with pain. “Faster!” Cindy yelled as she stomped again. Allen was exhausted and collapsed. Cindy stumbled as he fell and became enraged. “You sack a’ shit!” she screamed. “You tried to make me fall!” Allen shook his head violently trying to keep her calm. Cindy stepped on the back of Allen’s neck and drove his face to the floor. She reached down and grabbed the reins and pulled up hard forcing Allen’s head up into a painful position making him scream out. She stood full weight on the back on his neck and then placed the other between his shoulder blades while pulling up hard on the reins. Allen began to kick and slap his hands on the floor fighting against Cindy’s pulling. “I feel like a California beach bunny.” She laughed. “This is just like surfin’!” She jumped into the air and landed with both feet on Allen’s shoulder blades. He moaned out in agony from the crushing blow. Cindy jumped down off of his shoulder and began dragging him across the floor with the reins attached to the bit in his mouth. Allen fought against her but the pain was too intense and he went limp. Cindy kicked Allen’s head with her boot toe knocking him out.