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          I wrote this story and I don't really give a good goddamm who
          reads it. Well, that is except for little kids and bible bouncing
          hypocrites who have self appointed their piece of shit worthless
          carcasses to force their silly assed views on the small portion
          of society that neither wants, needs or gives a sweet shit about
          what they have to say. So now is your chance. If you are too
          young or too emotionally unstable or too easily offended by such
          words as may be contained in the following story, you may now,
          with my blessing, go some fucking place else.


          While I'm at it, let me offer my services. Send me money and I will
          pray for you. In addition I promise not to consort with $75.00 whores
          or build giant crystal cathedrals or buy Mercedes or Jaguar cars and
          I also promise that if I run short of funds I will not use any such
          fund raising ploys as "God is going to kill me unless you send more
          money."


          ----SkuLL----


                                 SUMMER VACATION


                                   CHAPTER ONE


          Carol was glad that summer vacation was finally here. Only a month 
ago had she turned seventeen, gotten her drivers license and a nice little 
sports car from her dad. Carol's boyfriend was in collage about 200 miles north 
of where she lived, and she and her classmate Karen had made plans to drive up 
and see him as soon as school was out for the summer.
          It was after noon the next day before her and Karen got everything 
packed and headed north. They had been on the road for about two hours when 
Karen said "Find a place to pull off, I gotta piss like a race horse." They 
were on a lightly traveled road so Carol found a small dirt road and pulled out 
into the woods about a half mile. They were just getting ready to empty their 
aching bladders when an old man and a teenage boy stepped out from behind a 
bush and said "What the hell goes on here"? Both girls yanked up their jeans 
and said "Oh ahh, we just needed to go to the bathroom, but if this is your 
land, well' just go someplace else." Bullshit, the old man said, the only place 
you two are going is with us. Now, as he pulled a revolver from his belt, this 
is our lucky day son, you girls are going for a little walk, but first get all 
your damn clothes off and throw them in the car. Seeing no other choice, they 
did as they were told.
          Carol was a very attractive brunette with a slender athletic body 
while Karen was just plain skinny. The day was hot and both girls were so 
scared and nervous that standing there totally naked, their skin glistened with 
beads of sweat. The old man pulled two pair of handcuffs from his back pocket 
and told the boy to cuff their hands behind their backs. They had walked for 
about an hour although it had seemed to Karen like an eternity and she thought 
at any moment her bladder would burst. She finally got the nerve to ask in she 
could please relieve herself, but the old man replied, you'll piss when I tell 
you to and not before! By the time they reached a small cabin deep in the 
woods, Karen had so much sweat dripping of her pubic hair, and had such a 
burning pain in her bladder, she wasn't really sure if it was sweat or piss 
being forced out from the pressure. 
          The old man led the girls over to a makeshift but sturdy a-frame 
structure and after removing the handcuffs, reattached their wrists each to a 
iron bar about four feet long with a hook in the middle. He then proceeded to 
hoist each girl up until their feed dangled about six inches from the ground. 
He then got two more bars of the same type and tied their ankles to the ends. 
Well, are you girls comfy?, drawled the old man. Me and my boy are going to 
have some real fun with you two for the next couple of days. The boy went over 
and started to touch Carol's skin. It was like he had never seen a naked female 
until now. He ran his hand down over her until he reached her pubic hair. 
Although Carol was very neat and well groomed, she had never seen reason to 
mess with her natural bush which was more than ample for a girl her age. 
Besides, she had always been told that next to breasts, long pubic hair was a 
sign of a mature woman.
          The boy started playing with her pussy. Although it felt sorta good, 
between the ever increasing pain in her shoulders from being subindex and the 
sharp pains shooting up to her bursting bladder, she prayed he would stop. If 
she had known what was to come next, she would not have prayed so hard.
          The old man shouted to the boy, get to of those cement blocks over by 
the shed and bring em' here. then the old man proceeded to hoist the girls up 
about another foot. He then attached each block to their leg irons. Karen was 
first and she let out a stifled cry as the thirty pound block stretched her 
already throbbing muscles into a steady burning pain. Carol, the more athletic 
of the pair, seemed more able to withstand this torture. 
          I'll tell ya what's going to happen, said the old man, if you girls 
can take enough pain, when I'm done, you get to go free. Otherwise I will kill 
and bury you right here. God, Karen thought, how much more pain can I stand? It 
had been about two hours since they were strung up and both were in more pain 
than either even dreamed about before.



          It was just turning dusk when the two hillbillys returned. "You gal's 
nice and comfy" drawled the old man as he spat out a chaw of tobacco? "Ya we're 
real goddamn comfy" Carol spoke in a quivering voice. By now all she could 
think about was her screaming muscles and the fire in her bladder. The old man 
grinned, then headed toward the main shack motioning to the boy to follow 
along. It was then Karen let out a scream and started sobbing."God I can't 
stand this anymore, why don't they just kill us and get it over with?" "You 
gotta hold on,"said Carol. "Somebody has got to be looking for us by now. The 
car isn't that far off the highway, somebody will find us soon." Night had set 
in when the old man and boy returned. Carol was beginning to realize how much 
the temperature had changed since the blazing sun she had cursed that afternoon 
had slipped past the horizon. The pain that racked the length of her taught 
body seemed to have peaked for awhile, but her bladder was another story. 

          "Please mister," Carol spoke quietly trying to steady her voice. 
"Please let us go to the bathroom, neither of us can hold it any longer." Sure, 
the old man drawled, but there's one little thing you should know first. You're 
goin to hafta drink every last fuckin drop of whatever you'all piss out. So 
think on that before you decide to let go. Carol couldn't believe her ears. 
What possessed this sick fuck, He can't be serious, she thought. But she 
realized how wrong she was as the boy slid a pair of old galvanized buckets 
under each of their suspended torsos. Go ahead, spat the old man, take your 
goddamn piss, I'm goin to really enjoy watchin you'all drink that warm yellow 
piss. Carol's stomach turned as she thought of that prospect and wondered how 
long it would be before the ever increasing pressure in her bladder would 
overcome her ability not to piss the bucket full. She knew from a few past 
experiences that when she was this close to bursting a bladder, once she 
started to piss there was no turning it off.

          Once again their captors wandered back to the shack Carol figured 
must be their house, although it looked little more than a pile of old lumber 
stacked into a square. She couldn't help but think to herself how much she 
would like to be in that pile of lumber as the cold night air began to bite 
into her naked skin. Carol looked over at Karen. She was worried, it seemed 
like hours since she had heard any sounds from Karen although it couldn't have 
been that long. Karen's head was hanging with her chin on her chest and looked 
almost unconscious except for the goose bumps that covered her naked skin and 
the occasional shivering that seemed to rack her entire body.

          Shit, this can't last much longer, Carol thought to herself, someone 
must be looking for us. They hadn't made any effort to hide their tracks, a 
search party would have dogs, they should be able to follow a trail. Carol 
snapped out of her thoughts of rescue when she heard the door of the old shack 
slam shut. The boy came out first carrying a wooden box about the size of a 
milk crate and set it down next to a small tree about ten feet in front of the 
two helpless teenagers. The old man came along a couple of minutes later and 
told the boy, gimme on of them there baseballs outa that box. The boy obliged. 
You see this? The old man showed the baseball to Carol. This here's gonna keep 
you quiet the rest of the night, said the old man, now open wide so's I can 
stuff this in yo mouth bitch. Carol open her mouth as wide as she could but it 
wasn't quite wide enough to accommodate the baseball. The old man hollered, 
open wider bitch, as he reached down and grabbed a handfull of her thick pubic 
hair and jerked so hard she couldn't help but scream. When she screamed the old 
man shoved the baseball in and it locked behind her teeth. Carol was sure her 
jaw was going to break off at any moment, once again he jerked her pubic hair, 
the pain was so intense she could not stop herself from allowing a few drops of 
urine to escape from her tortured urethra and on to the old man's hand. The old 
man stepped back shaking his hand and shouted, Goddamm bitch, that little stunt 
is gonna cost you some real pain! Boy, gimme some of those battery clips, the 
old man shouted. The boy handed him three number ten battery clips, the kind 
that are about three inches long with the serrated metal jaws. Now this is what 
you get for pissin on my hand. Carol knew what was about to happen and as the 
fear rose up inside her tried in vain to scream as only a few small gurgling 
sounds escaped the baseball gag. Carol's nipples were already hard and extended 
from the cold night air. She tried to jerk away as he grabbed her right breast 
but the long hours of suspension had taxed her muscles to beyond their limit. 
          
