Chapter 23

The following days were the most difficult. Alex wanted to put the women in the hospital, but Renee wouldn't allow it.

Deathly pale, she had him take the two of them high into the mountains where they rented a lonely mountain cabin. And then she had him take the distributor rotor out of the car and hide it.

The first day was bad. Fran and Renee both turned gray. Their skin was damp, clammy. Alex worried they were going to die, but Renee begged him to hang on.

"I've got to do something, Renee!" He ground his knuckles into the wood frame of the bed. "I can't stand to see you like this."

Renee stared up at the open rafters of the cabin. A few feet away she heard Fran's voice whimpering in agony. Renee had told Alex to tie Fran to the bed because she seemed crazed by her longing for the heroin that she couldn't get anymore.

We're all going crazy, Renee thought. We've got to do something or none of us will last.

In her mind, Renee recreated the events of the last few day-- -days that seemed like years. And the idea came to her.

"Get a rope," she whispered hoarsely to Alex.

He stared at her as if she were crazy.

"Get it!"

Blindly he followed her directions.

Under her urging he tied one of her ankles tightly to the heavy bed leg. Then he threw one end of a long rope over an open beam and tied it to her other ankle.

"Pull it up!" she ordered.

Alex hesitated.

"Pull it up," she pleaded. "For me, Alex. For us. You've got to do it!"

Straining he pulled, hauling one of her legs in the air. When it was straight out from her body he stopped.

"Keep pulling," she begged.

Sweat was pouring down his face, but not from the exercise.

She wouldn't let him stop until he was straining to pull her legs from her sockets. One was held to the floor and the other pointing straight up in the air. Perspiration beaded Renee's forehead, but she ordered him to tie the rope.

"Tear my clothes from me!"

Dumbly Alex ripped her shortie pajamas off her body, leaving her beautiful breasts to jiggle free in the early morning sunlight. He caught her panties in his fist and yanked, burying the hems in her straining flesh, but they didn't tear.

Renee groaned. "Tear them off," she whispered when he started to relieve the pressure. Using both hands he yanked even harder until a thread gave, and then another, and the blue silk cloth disintegrated into ragged shreds of material.

Renee's body vibrated like the string on a bow.

"Now take your belt and beat me," she said.

"Like this?"

"Everything. You've gut to do everything if you love me, Alex!"

He didn't argue after that. Taking his belt he began softly lashing her crotch. Slowly the snap of leather against her soft flesh took effect. The sickness began to leave her. "Harder, Alex. Harder!"

The belt sang as it smashed against her exposed pussy. Sweat was pouring off Alex. He began to pop it like a whip, cracking the tip against Renee's exposed flesh.

She whimpered when it caught the soft flesh of her thighs, screamed in ecstasy when it seared against her cunt lips with a wet, smacking sound.

Her hips, restrained as they were by the ropes that pulled her legs wide open, bobbed and twitched under the flailing belt.

Renee stood it as long as she could, and then she sagged and her torso slumped to the bed, her legs pulled as taut as ever.