Often times, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many in�dividuals project, Given the right set of cir�cumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
Veronica Warnke-the heroine of CAPTIVE SISTER-is an unwilling victim of a suburban sub-culture. Caught up in a covert world she never dreamed existed, Veronica struggles to free herself-until she comes to understand the ultimate value of her new experience.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Oh, fuck me," the brown-haired girl cried, rubbing her ample tits all over the young man's chest. "Let me feel that great big cock of yours all the way up my pussy! Cram it to my tonsils, lover!"
Eighteen-year-old Matt Warnke did his best to do just what the girl wanted. Anita Jedson had one hell of a reputation around school. And since he began dating her a month before, he found out that she more than earned it!
It wasn't just that she was five feet four of green-eyed dynamite, with one hell of a lot more in the way of white translucent titflesh than any girl her had a right to have. Nor was it the way her skillful pussy gripped his rock-hard, thrusting cock like slick rubber-gloved fingers as he plied it in and out of the quagmire of her cunt. These things had a lot to do with it, of course-but they weren't all.
No. Anita Jedson had something that no other girl among the many Matt had taken to bed in his short life had ever had. It was some kind of sheer, wanton, animal sexuality that mader her different.
She didn't just fuck a man. She devoured him!
And that's what she was doing now. Her cunt seemed to be gnawing on his rigid prick, so expertly did she use the finely tuned muscles that sheathed her pussy-channel.
Matt's hands raked her back in a fevered massage. Her skin had the high gloss of a healthy animal's sleek hide. Her brown skin was coated with a thin layer of perspiration from her exertions as she gyrated her ass around his upright cock.
Her fingers stroked at the shrot black hair behind Matt's ears. Her tongue bathed his cheeks and chin and lips. It was a long tongue, and she could do things with it Matt never imagined poss�ible. When she sucked his cock, it seemed hertongue could twine almost all the way around his prick, thick as it was, and try to strangle it like a boa constrictor.
Now her tongue was delving into his right ear, and his hips were squirming uncontrollably on the sofa. He wondered what the marvelously agile tongue could do inside another woman's dripping cunt. He had a suspicion Anita had found out for herself-and more than once.
He didn't think there was anything the lush-bodied, brown-haired wanton wouldn't do for a new sexual thrill. She exuded raw, uninhibited car�nality. And when she was with a man, there was nothing he wouldn't do for her!
"Oh, God, Matt, you do that so well!"
He looked down the long graceful curve of her back to see her ass cheeks jutting into the air. Her lower body was raised so that only the head of his cock remained inside her pussy. She was tightening her muscles so that her pussy seemed to be sucking on his prick, applying pressure at that super-sensitive spot just below his cock-head. A drop of hot cunt-honey drooled from her cock-gorged pussy lips and rolled down the underside of his prick as it made the long journey down to his balls.
Sheer delight tied his muscles into knots. He grabbed Anita's shoulder blades and crushed her tits against his chest. Her nipples drilled into his pectoral muscles like diamond drill bits.
Her hips moved in a slow circle. Her pussy clamped his cock-head tightly. "Ahhhh," he moaned. He licked up the gentle curve of her jaw to her ear. She laughed and brushed back the black hair plastered to his sweaty forehead.
"You're good, lover, you're really fine," she said in a lust-hoarsened voice. "You know just how to do it. Somebody who wasn't as good as you would just ram his cock all the way up my cunt if I did-this."
For emphasis she squeezed his prick-head with her pussy. He clenched his teeth.
"But you know how to wait for it, big boy. You know to trust me to make you feel reeeeal good!"
She started bringing her hips down. She kept circling her ass in the air so that her sopping pussy swirled about the pulsing tip of Matt's cock. She then began spiraling her cunt downwards on that massive pole of cock.
Matt felt the muscles in the small of his back tense with the need to slam his cock deep in that tantalizing, torturing cunt. The warm clinging wetness of Anita's pussy swallowed his cock inch by maddening inch. His hands slid down to grip her upper arms. Her finger interlaced behind his neck. Her full red lips parted. He saw the tip of her tongue peeking out, and then they kissed.
He gave an animal growl and wrapped his brawny arms around her. His tongue slid up hers and into the moist cavern of her mouth. Her tongue flicked and teased at his, then wound against it fiercely.
He fought desperately against the urge to shoot his hips upward and fill her cunt with his steely cock. It seemed to be taking forever for Anita's pussy to take in all eight inches of his prick.
He wasn't the only one fighting for control. Beads of sweat dotted Anita's forehead. She moaned from deep in her throat as Matt's tongue scoured the insides of her mouth. Her pussy walls were stretched far apart by the thickness of the boy's prick. She felt the wild desire to cram her ass down onto his thighs, to feel all of that magnificent prick surging into her pussy at once. It wasn't every day her cunt got to fuck eight whole inches of cockmeat!
But she was savoring the slowness of their fuck�ing as much as Matt was. The rotation of her well-padded hips brought her clit into contact with the cock-shaft sliding up her pussy. The touch of turgid prick on her clit-button sent bright flashes of pleasure blazing into her pussy. And the cork-screwing motion of her hips meant that the great big cock stretched her pussy more and more, until her pussy was almost ready to burst from the fan�tastic fullness.
She could have Matt's cock hammered home in her cunt with piledriving force any time-and she intended to, eventually. But now was the time to enjoy a tantalizing torment that would leave both of them panting and hungry for more!
She felt the hard pole of his cock ram into her pussy. She felt her seething cunt oils percolating around the prick. She felt his body move beneath hers as her cunt consumed his cock. His hard chest muscles crushed her nipples deep into her pillowy tits. With small horny movements he rolled her nipples delightfully around and around. She loved the wholeness and the hardness of Matt's fit young body, loved the massive strength in the arms locked in a fever grip around her slim body. The sheer masculine power locked in Matt's body was almost as much of a turn-on as the pressure on her inflated nipples or the slow impalement of her pussy on an eight-inch spear of prick!
Her cunt was watering hungrily. Pussy juice cascaded down the sides of Matt's cock, dewed the curly hair at the base of his cock, ran in torrents over his balls. They left a stain on the old yellow couch. If Matt's mother noticed when she got home from work, he'd have a hard time explaining it to her.
He'd worry about that when the time came.
Right now there was the aching anticipation of the moment when every last inch of his throbbing cock would be buried in Anita's cunt, when her pussy lips would be squirming around the base of his thick prick, when he would feel the wedge-shaped cock-head expanding and contracting with his heartbeat far inside the moist mantrap of her pussy.
And then it happened. Her crotch ground against his. She purred with pleasure as her pussy lips splayed out to have their delicate insides rasped by the coarse hair around the root of Matt's cock. His heart raced, his pulse filled his cock and her pussy-and she went crazy.
He gave a wild shout of ecstasy and reached down to grab a double handful of her succulent assflesh. Her ass soared toward the ceiling, came driving down again, driving her pussy onto Matt's cock with a loud, lewd squelching sound that sent a spray of cunt-honey all over their legs and bellies. The naked pair surrendered all vestiges of control, and they became like a pair of wild animals rutting on the living-room sofa. It was as if the world didn't exist for them. All there was was tits and ass and cunt and cock and hardness and softness and the rich, heavy smell of slavering twat.
Veronica Warnke was lost in her thoughts. She had a science fair project that was nearing comple�tion. It was on her mind all the time these days.
It was a warm spring afternoon. The sunlight felt good on her bare arms and legs. Though her hair was black as high-grade coal, her skin was pale and delicate. She was trying to work up to a suntan gradually-not because she. particularly cared for the way a suntan looked on her, but to spare herself the agony of a sunburn once summer arrived.
For someone who didn't care what she looked like, young Veronica was truly something to look at. She was almost six-feet tall, but unlike a lot of extremely tall girls, Ronni was not clumsy or poor�ly proportioned. When she walked there was the grace of a born dancer about her. And her body was nothing less than spectacular.
She was very slender, almost skinny, a youth who had just begun to flower into young womanhood. And part of her was flowering more rapidly than the rest. Despite her lean frame, she had a pair of huge tits! Her tits were high and firm and conical, and they pushed out the front of her tee-shirt in a way that made heads turn in passing cars.
Her legs were long and slim and as perfect as the milky softness of her skin. Her cut-off jeans came just below the pert curve of her ass. She wore blue sneakers with yellow stripes, and somehow managed to look graceful in spite of them.
She knew there was something called sex; she knew this in a vague and dreamy sort of way. It wasn't that she disapproved of sex. She had her dream of winning a; Nobel prize in physics, and that was all that mattered to her.
She took a shortcut across the empty lot behind her other's house. It was weedy and full of old boards and broken glass, and she had to go out of her way several times to avoid the tumbleweeds that scraped against her lovely bare legs. She made it to the four-foot cinder-block wall and let herself in the back gate.
She opened the back door and she stepped into the kitchen. A window was slightly ajar to let in a cool, fresh-smelling breeze. She was hungry. She'd been at school, working in the lab since eight that morning, and hadn't had anything to eat. *** Nobody seemed to be home. Her mother would be at work. Though her mother had a high-paying job, they struggled for a good many years after Ronni's father died. Gradually, the financial situa�tion improved so that Mrs. Warnke didn't have to work six or seven days a week.
But Mrs. Warnke had gotten into the habit by then. That was shy she was gone.
In the basket on the kitchen table were a couple of bruised apples and a bunch of green bananas. Ronni's pert nose wrinkled with distaste. She didn't like apples or unripe bananas, but she didn't have much choice. She stripped the ripest-looking banana off the bunch, broke off the hard dry stem, and began to peel it.
Her mind was drifting back to her science pro�ject. The principle she was trying to illustrate was quite simple. But the device she was trying to put together was mechanically very complex. She had nimble fingers and was quick to learn, but some of the details were baffling her. With her pretty forehead creased, she started to walk into the living room.
She came to the doorway and stopped.
For a moment, she had no idea what was going on. The heavy drapes were drawn, and the room was dark. But there was somebody on the couch-two people-and they both seemed to be naked. They were writhing together like two wrestlers on a mat, and their bodies were shiny with sweat.
She heard the low sound that she'd been too preoccupied to hear when she came into the house: a low rhythmic grunting, a 'strange and bestial sound.
Then it came to her. The pair was fucking, right there on the living-room sofa! She gasped and leaned against the doorjamb for support.
"Oh, God," she heard the one on top say in a husky feminine voice. "God, Matt, fuck me hard!"
Ronni gaped. The woman's ass pumped up and down furiously. There was an odd squishing sound, like someone walking through mud. Ronni shook her head and tried to cope with what she was seeing and what she heard.
It was her older brother Matt fucking a strange, brown-haired girl there on the couch!
Ronni felt a hot flush begin in the pit of her bel�ly. It spread upwards through her tits and her cheeks turned a furious pink.
Her eyes were accustomed to the dark now, and she could sort out the details: big tits squashing against her brother's chest; the paleness of the strange girl's ass against her nut brown tan; the way that white ass rolled and jerked and fucked on Matt's cock. Matt had two handfuls of that ass, and he was kneading the resilient flesh fervently.
The two fuckers seemed to be in their own world. They could both feel orgasm approaching. Both of them wanted to stave it off for as long as possible, so they could enjoy their sweaty fucking just a bit longer. But they couldn't slow themselves down. There was a perfection to the way Matt's giant cock fit into Anita's tight pussy that drove them both mad with lust!
Erotic electricity seemed to charge the air of the room. Ronni breathed deep, and the air was thick with the perfume of Anita's hot cunt.
Ronni felt a rush roll over her. And she knew what it was. She was horny!
Consciously she'd always denied the existence of sex. But subconsciously she'd always known sex was there-and known that she'd wanted it!
Though she'd never admitted it, she knew her brother Matt had a reputation as a real stud at school. And now she could see why!
Her knees wobbled. Only slightly aware of what she was doing, she reached up to finger her tits. The touch thrilled her deliciously, even through her tee-shirt and bra. There was a tickling below her belly, in the recesses of her virgin pussy. The fresh smell of cunt filled her flared nostrils, and Ronni knew her own pussy was beginning to drip with the abrupt release of pent-up passion.
That brunette was fucking herself crazy on her brother's cock. Ronni felt a pang of jealousy. Right now she had a raging need to have something fucked into her own pussy!
Before she. knew what was happening, she'd un�done the fly of her shorts and was fingering her cunt. The black ringlets of pussy fur were crisp and silky. She slid her fingers lower, encountering wetness and the slippery feel of her pussy lips. The slightest brush of her fingers against the slit of her cunt sent shivers up her spine.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Matt, I'm about to come!"
The shrill cry brought Ronni's head jerking up. The stranger had Matt's head in both hands and her ass was jerking from side to side with a frantic insistency. Matt kept rolling her round asscheeks together like mounds of dough. Ronnie could see Matt's thigh muscles tense as he shoved his ass off the couch and fucked his cock to the hilt into the brown-haired girl's pussy.
Ronni's jealousy intensified. She'd never even seen her brother's cock! What right did this total stranger have to be enjoying the feel of his cock inside her pussy?
Unconsciously, Ronni slipped two fingers into her pussy. Slick cunt-juice soaked them. She fucked her wet fingers in and out of her pussy. Her upturned palm filled with cunt-honey, and the pleasure ripped a-low moan of passion from her throat. But she needed something more. Her fingers just weren't enough to satisfy the raging hunger in her cunt!
Ronni looked down at her other hand. The banana was still there, its yellow peel hanging down her fist like the petals of a dead flower. Yes, it was the right shape. And unripe as it was, the banana would be firm enough for what she had in mind.
With fingers that dripped pussy oil she tugged her shorts down her tapered thighs, down below her knees. Then she spread her legs as far apart as the lowered cut-offs would allow, spread her cunt wide-open with her fingers, and stabbed the banana far up into her pussy.
The ecstasy 'that exploded in her brain, as the banana filled her cunt, made her legs give way. She sank to her knees on the rug. As her ass came down to rest on her heels, she started pumping the banana in and out of her slick, wet pussy.
With passion blurring his vision, Matt gazed up at the lovely heart-shaped face above him. Anita was biting her lip. Her eyes were screwed shut. She almost looked as if she were in terrible pain. Matt knew why she felt that way. The feel of her cunt working over his cock was almost too much to bear!
He pushed her asscheeks together as she brought her cunt slithering down the pole of his cock. He felt pulsations begin in his balls. The load of cum simmering in his nuts was about to blow into the clinging, demanding wetness of Anita's cunt!
Anita felt it too. "Yes!" she moaned, her breath hot on Matt's face. "Now! I can feel you getting ready-come in my pussy right now!"
Instead of raising her ass again, she ground her pussy against Matt's balls. Her cunt lips surround�ed the base of his cock until they almost swallowed his taut ball-sac. She sucked in a deep breath so that her belly flattened beneath his. Her pussy crushed his cock like a vise.
"Uggggh," he grunted.
His cock swelled within Anita's clutching cunt. Then he shot a fiery blast of cum into her ravenous pussy.
"Eeeeeeeeh!" Anita howled, clutching him. Her ass started pumping up and down again, fucking her pussy on his spurting prick. A white flash of light filled her brain, and then her climax snapped her cunt shut on Matt's cock.
Matt gasped. His eyes bulged. His prick shot blast after blast of jism into Anita's cunt. It felt as if his prick were a firehose jetting forth a tremen�dous stream of jism. He didn't know he had that much cum in him!
His cum streamed into Anita, sucked up by the greedy suction of her climaxing pussy. He felt her cunt-tunnel grow slipperier as his jism filled it, felt his come boil forth from her gaping cunt-lips and pour down over his balls. And still the spasming of her pussy pulled the jism from his cock!
The first wild fever of their shared climax pass-ed. Their naked bodies squirmed together, Matt's cock still fountaining jism and Anita's pussy still squeezing his prick as though trying to milk it.
There was a brief lull in their passion.
It was then they heard the screams.
Chapter Two
"Wh-wh-what was that?" Anita asked. Her voice sobbed with the furor of the orgasm which was overcoming her again.
"I . . don't . . . know!"
Matt struggled to force out the words. Anita's pussy seemed to be trying to pull his cock out by the roots with a renewed frenzy of orgasm. His jism was spraying out of his cock once more as if he hadn't had a piece of ass in years!
Anita's eyes were closed in ecstasy. Though his cock was still bucking and shooting off Matt turn�ed his head and looked in the direction of the wild cry.
"Holy shit!" he yelled as his powerful leg muscles thrust his body upwards to ram his cock into Anita's seething cunt. "Ronni!"
His baby sister was slumped in the kitchen door-way. She was naked from the waist down. Her slender legs were spread far apart and she was fran�tically fucking herself with something that looked like "A banana!" Matt gaped. Finally his cock . discharged the last of the cum remaining in his balls. He felt utterly drained, but that didn't keep his prick from pulsating a few more times in the last throes of climax.
Anita's cunt was coming as madly as ever, as though her orgasm had just been touched off.
"She's fucking herself with a banana!"
That outburst stopped Anita. She froze with half of Matt's spent cock planted in her cunt. Her pussy gripped the deflating prick, and cunt-juice ran down the young man's cock. Anita held Matt's thick biceps as though clinging to him for support. She stared down at him in amazement., "What in the hell did you just say?" she demanded.
It took him a moment to catch his breath. Things were moving too fast for him. He relaxed his death grip on Anita's ass. The flesh of her asscheeks was a satiny delight even though he just spent his lust in a wild orgasm. He knew that given half a chance, he could get his cock hard as rock again, just from fondling that perfect ass.
"My sister," he said heavily. "She's over there fucking herself with a banana."
It sounded crazy, so he looked again.
Ronni's fist was still jerking back and forth in front of her wide-open cunt, and she was rocking to and fro, moaning softly.. Matt could hear the sloppy sound the banana made pistoning in and out of Ronni's virgin pussy. It sounded like the noise his cock made while fucking Anita's cunt.
Ronni's eyes were filled with tears. She'd never know a feeling this intense since the death of her father. She didn't know how to handle it. It scared her. But at the same time, it felt so incredibly good that she couldn't stop!
Her passions had built rapidly to the boiling point. Watching her brother and the girl fuck each other into a frenzy made her blood race through her veins, made her pussy feel weak and hollow and empty. The banana hadn't made those feelings go away. But it somehow made them better.
At first the banana hurt going into her cunt. Her pussy lining wasn't used to being stretched. But after a few strokes with the fruit, in and out of her brimming cunt, the sensations of pain left her. The pain was replaced by a delicious sense of ap�proaching fulfillment. It was so right that she felt ready to burst with delight!
It didn't take long before her pussy got really wet. Her breath left her as a wave of ecstasy rushed up her body. She buried the banana in her cunt un�til her pussy lips were foaming juice all over her knuckles. When her breath came back to her, she screamed with pure uncontrollable delight.
She was coming for the very first time in her life!
Now the insane vigor with which she'd been jam�ming the banana into her cunt was dying away, and so were the fires of ecstasy that had burned inside her pussy. Ronni became aware, really and truly aware, of where she was and what she was doing.
An awful embarrassment swept over Ronni. The gradually fading flush or orgasm was replaced by a hot blush. She raised a hand to her cheek. The smell of her cunt oil was almost intolerably strong.
One end of the banana was still clutched in her hand, and the other end was stuck way up her pussy. Her stomach did an agonized flip-flop. She slowly withdrew the banana from her cunt. Its pale, yellow surface was bright and gleaming with slick cunt oils. She stifled an involuntary moan of pleasure from the friction of the fruit leaving her pussy. Her cunt lips clung to it for a moment, then let go.
She held the banana away from her. The very thought of where it had been and what she had done with it sickened her.
Anita shook herself and swung her legs over the edge of the couch. Matt groaned as her cunt squeez�ed his cock. His prick lay like a giant worm across his lap.
Anita rose and walked over to where the black-haired girl sat slumped dejectedly against the door-frame. Ronni seemed unaware of the mixture of cunt-sauce and cum that ran in white-streaked rivulets down her thighs.
"What have we here?" Anita asked, hands on her wide hips. Her tits were big and round, not pointy like Ronni's, and the areolas around the fat nipples were the size of Matt's palms. Ronni smell�ed the tang of the brown-haired girl's cunt and looked up at her. Tears streamed down Ronni's pale cheeks.
"Spying on us, were you?" Anita reached down and plucked the banana from Ronni's numb fingers. Then Anita tugged on the younger girl's jet-black hair and pulled Ronni to her feet. "We'll see about that, you nosy little slut!"
Ronni staggered, trying to balance herself. Her shorts were still around her knees, binding her legs. She wanted to fall back down and curl up into a ball and die, but the other girl wouldn't let her. The grip in Ronni's hair was too firm and painful.
Anita had to reach up high to keep her grip in Ronni's hair. Her nipples described lazy figure eights in the air as she walked Ronni over to the couch and threw her down beside her brother.
"She's your sister, right?" Anita asked. Her voice was brassy and challenging, and there was a strange gleam in her green eyes. "It's up to you then. Punish her!"
Matt hesitated. There was a lump in his throat. He looked up at his girlfriend. Her tits were gleam�ing with perspiration. Her cunt fur was dewed with white droplets of jism.
Anita ran her tongue slowly around her lips. "Well?"
Matt's stared at his sister. Ronni looked away. He looked down at her lap. A neat triangle of ebony pussy fur was tucked between her moon-white thighs. He felt a stirring of hot desire. But she was his sister-he couldn't get the hots for her! No matter how lovely her trim little twat looked, how tantalizing her milky thighs seemed, or how maddening the odor of her still-dripping cunt was to him-she was still his sister!
"Get my belt," he said, hoarsely.
Grinning, Anita picked up his pants from a heap of clothes and pulled at the thick leather belt. As an afterthought, she reached into her purse and brought out a gaily-colored scarf.
"Here," she said, holding out the wisp of nylon. "You can use this to tie your sister's wrists while you whip her."
Matt cocked his head. This was going farther than he intended. He wanted to tan his sister's little ass for her-he'd done that often enough in the early days, when he was the man of the house. But to tie Ronni's wrists-that was a different twist. One he wasn't sure he liked.
He pulled Ronni toward him, meaning to turn her over his knee. She slapped him ringingly across the cheek.
"Goddamn!" he roared, and threw her onto the floor.
Ronni lay there stunned. She hadn't meant to hit her brother. It was only a reflex action. Something about what the brown-haired girl did to Matt scared her. She'd overreacted.
And now she'd pay.
Matt stepped toward her. His cock swung pen�dulously between his thighs. Jism drooled from the tip of his prick. "God dam you!" he shouted, grabbing at the girl.
Anita stood there watching. Matt had the scarf in one hand and Ronni's wrists in the other. She was a big, strong girl, but her brother was much bigger and vastly stronger. It would do her no good to resist.
But she wasn't thinking of resisting any more. Slapping Matt's face had somehow drained her of spirit. The humiliation of being caught by Matt and Anita was making her numb.
In a matter of seconds her wrists were bound together. She felt her brother tugging her cut-off blue jeans the rest of the way down her legs.
"Matt, what're you doing?"
He gave her a push in the belly. She tottered back, the shorts around her ankles, and sat down heavily on the couch. He jerked at her shorts and panties. They got hung up on her tennis shoes. With a snarl, he yanked the shorts and underpants off his shivering sister.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson," he said, "about spying on people. Now, turn over!"
Ronni sat staring at him blankly. He grabbed her shoulder and turned her over roughly, so that herheavy tits lay on the cushions and her knees dug into the carpet. Her naked ass jutted out from the sofa.
Matt took a step back and looked down at his almost naked sister. Her ass was a glowing white, the skin stretched across her perfectly molded asscheeks-a startling contrast to the midnight-black pussy fur that tufted out between the tops of her milky thighs. Matt felt a sudden strangeness, as if he was on the verge of doing something he shouldn't-something he knew he'd come to regret. He hesitated.
He glanced up and saw Anita looking at him with her head cocked to one side. Her brown hair spilled down to her shoulders. A lock of hair fell down and curled around the outer curve of Anita's right tit. The nipple that crowned the tit was full and hard.
He turned back to his sister and raised the belt over his head.
Even when she heard the heavy leather strap whistling down, Ronni didn't really believe her brother was going to whip her. He wasn't like that. He had spanked her before, when she was younger and in need of discipline. But that wasn't like this. He wouldn't tie her up and then whip her naked ass while his equally naked girlfriend stood and watched-come dribbling out of her cunt. Not Matt. He loved her. He was strong and gentle and good and kind and The blow landed.
It made a noise like a gunshot as it came flat down on Ronni's ass. The pain was so sudden, so overwhelming, that at first Ronni could do nothing. Her anguished shriek sounded as if it were on a time delay.
The belt slamed down again. Her other ass cheek exploded into pain. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ronni cried. "Don't! Please don't hit me again!"
Ronni turned her head to look back over her shoulder at Matt. He had his arm raised over his shoulder. The look on his face made him seem like a stranger. A brutal, sadistic stranger.
He struck her again.
This time the leather belt licked down right be�tween the pert mounds of her ass. The flesh in the crevice of her asscrack was especially tender. The belt cut into it like a knife. "AAAAAIIIIIIIIIII!" Ronnie howled.
She tried to get her feet under her. Her legs weren't tied-she could run, escape from her brother and that terrible stinging belt. But her knees were like gelatin. She couldn't get them to lift her body from the sofa. And with her boundhands pinned between her tits, she couldn't get the right leverage to push herself to her feet.
For the next stroke Matt turned his body to bring the belt down at a new angle across his sister's ass. Once more he felt a wild elation as he saw the leather sink into the tender, pale flesh. Ronni's scream seemed to come from a million miles away.
He pulled the belt away from her ass. The cheeks of her ass now sported a jaunty-looking red stripe that angled across the asscrack. The sight stirred something in' Matt's soul. Something very much like lust.
He hit her again. And again. She struggled beneath the rain of blows, her screams a constant wailing, but the strength of his arm crushed her down. He created a glaring scarlet patchwork of welts on her succulent assflesh, glorying in the feel of . leather striking her vulnerable naked ass, in hearing her scream in agony, in watching her slim but luscious body thrash madly on the couch. There was no escaping him.
But Mau had to pause to catch his breath. He 'stood panting, eyes feasting hungrily on his sister's bare ass. It was one single red glow. It looked as if she was wearing pink hot pants. Her legs were at awkward angles, her face hidden beneath a disorderly mop of black hair. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed.
For some reason, Matt looked up at Anita. There was no mistaking the lust in her eyes. Her nipples were standing out from her tits, fat with desire. There were clear drops of fresh cunt-honey sparkling in the dark hair between her thighs.
Her green eyes met his, then she looked down. He followed her gaze. To his amazement, he saw his own cock jutting out before him like the bowsprit of a ship!
With Anita's eyes upon him, and the pressure of sheer horniness in his balls, there was only one thing to do. He dropped the belt and went to his knees. He laid his hands palms-down on his sister's ass.
Ronni tensed and whimpered. When the awful rain of blows had ended, she was scarcely able to believe it. She thought the whipping would go on and on, until all the flesh was stripped from her poor tortured ass. Then she began to hope. The touch of Matt's salty, sweaty palms on her raw asscheeks sent fresh agony tearing through her nerves.
She felt something poking between the cheeks of her ass. It touched the pucker of her asshole. In�stinctively, her asshole closed tighter. Ronni's asshole was still smarting from the touch of the belt.
The hardness of Matt's cock slid down, pressed against the rumpled skin between Ronni's asshole and pussy. The tip of his prick slid further, be�tween the loosely hanging lips of Ronni's pussy. She felt the lips being forced apart.
Ronni looked back, blinking her eyes to clear away the tears. "No!" she yelped. She couldn't believe what was happening.
Her brother was kneeling behind her, guiding his rigid cock into her cunt with his meaty right hand!
She tried to jump up. He pressed his free hand against her tail bone. Weak as she was from the whipping, she couldn't wiggle free. She was trap�ped!
She felt the wedge-shaped cock-head push her cunt lips apart until they gripped it like a mouth. The first tinglings of pain ran up her cunt-tunnel, Her brother's cock was a lot bigger around than the banana!
Matt watched in fascination as the tip of his prick disappeared into his sister's pussy. A voice inside him was still crying that this was wrong, all wrong. He ignored it. The sight of his sister's naked welted ass inflamed his lust more than anything he ever saw. He had to fuck her-he couldn't help himself!
And Anita Jedson was just standing there, watching, with eagerness glinting in her eyes!
"Nooooooo! Ronni moaned as Matt began to shove his cock into her pussy. The tip of his prick was wedging the walls of her cunt apart-far apart. But there was more than the fear of pain behind Ronni's protests. This was her own brother! He couldn't fuck her-that was incest!
Then it was the pain Ronni was worried about. Her cunt seemed pn the verge of ripping right open. Her brother's cock was huge! How could she take anything that size into her cunt and survive?!
Anita had. Ronnie knew Anita was standing by, devouring the spectacle of incestuous rape with. avid eyes. It was all Anita's fault, Ronni thought. She had some strange influence over Matt, something that was making him behave this way.
"Uhhhhhhh," she groaned. The stretching in her pussy was getting worse. The pussy was unbelievably snug around Matt's cock. His sister was a virgin, he realized. The thought brought with it a brief twinge of guilt. Then he looked Ronni over again, enjoying the slimness of her waist, the fullness of her hips, the soft roundness of the asscheeks between which he was burying his randy cock.
He thought, hell, if she hasn't been fucked before it's high time she was! He gave a small grunt and drove his cock to the hilt in Ronni's cunt.
"YUHHHH! Uh! Ohhhh-owwwwwww! Get it out! God, my poor pussy!"
Ronni struggled madly on the couch. It felt as if an oak tree had just been rammed up her pussy-her brother's cock was just too big!
Matt gasped as his sister's tight cunt rippled around his prick. The way her ass was working around the thick plug of his prick was sheer delight! There wasn't that wild combination of animal abandon and cold skill that made fucking -Anita such a joy. But knowing that the rippling, surging motion of tight pussy around rigid cockmeat was due to his own sister's fear and pain and humiliation-to know that the pussy wrapped so unwillingly around his cock was his sister's-that made this a far wilder ride than any he'd ever had before!
His fingers were dug deep into soft assflesh. He drew his cock slowly from Ronni's cunt. He felt her muscles tense. In her pain, she gripped the in�vading prick even tighter with her pussy.
The feeling of Matt's prick leaving her pussy was almost worse than the ripping sensation when he first rammed his cock into her virgin twat. Ronni felt like he was pulling her inside out!
"Please, Matt, puh-leeze," she moaned, tossing her head. "Stop!!"
But he couldn't. He was quivering with lust. The sight of her beautiful abused ass, with its asshole winking at him lewdly, the pinkness of her cuntlips surrounding his cock as it came back into view-these things made him so horny he could barely stand it! And even if he'd been able to fight the passion that was making his prick swell hugely within his sister's captive cunt, he wouldn't have. Not with Anita standing there, naked, obviously turned-on, watching him rape his sister. The brown-haired wanton had a hold on him that he didn't understand, couldn't fight.
Not that he wanted to right now!
Matt's cock slowly slid from Ronni's cunt. The friction of the prick within her pussy was brutal, even though her cunt was still moist from being fucked with the banana. She sobbed and her body shook. Her cheek felt as raw as her ass from rub�bing it against the rough covering of the couch.
Only the cone-shaped head of Matt's prick re�mained within Ronni's cunt. Matt savored the sen�sation of the tight ring of his sister's pussy-mouth encircling his sensitive cockhead. Then he slammed his big prick back into the reluctantly waiting cunt.
Ronni screamed. The sound went through him like a knife. It seemed to thrill his every nerve.
"Ahhhhh!" he shouted, and began to fuck his cock in and out of his sister's cunt with crazed abandon.
Ronni's body rocked from the impact of her brother's crotch against her raw ass as he plunged his cock repeatedly into her pussy. His crotch-hairs scraped her tortured ass unmercifully. Her tits were being rubbed raw by the couch the same way her face was. Her nipples were two bright spots of pain.
The pain in her nipples was becoming more in-tense, and at the same time subtly changing. Her tits seemed to swell. They seemed charged with strange electricity.
"Uhhhh!" The air was forced from her lungs as Matt's cock was buried in her cunt once more. Then it slid back out of her pussy and she gave a low moan.
A moan of pleasure!
It took her a moment to fully understand what was happening. And even then she couldn't believe it. Her body was actually responding to her brother's incestuous fucking!
Before she knew it, her cunt was once more swimming in slippery, sweet-smelling oils. Matt cried out in surprise as he felt a new slickness when his cock deeply probed his sister's pussy.
He redoubled the energy of his fucking.
His cock made a rhythmic squishing sound as it pistoned in and out of Ronni's cunt. She felt pussy-sauce overflow her cunt and drool down her thighs. It was the same magic feeling that had come over her before, when she stumbled across her brother and Anita fucking on this very couch.
From a screaming, terrified captive, she became an insatiable wanton, impaling her cunt on the plunging prick with eager thrusts of her whipped round ass. The stretching of her pussy walls was just as extreme as before-but now the fullness of Matt's cock in her pussy thrilled her to the core of her being.
Bright lights spun and flashed in the black-haired girl's brain. Her tee-shirt and bra seemed as hot as an overcoat and as binding as the nylon scarf knotted around her wrists. She wanted to be naked!
"Do it, Matt," she grunted in time to the strokes of his prick. Her breath caught in her throat. "Fuck me hard! I'm about to-about to-God, I'm commmiiinnnggg!"
Her pussy squeezed Matt's cock hard. Surprised, he shot jism straight into her clutching cunt. She shrieked as the hot cum seared her pussy, grinding her ass into Matt's crotch and milking her brother's prick with her climaxing pussy.
"Yes!" she shrieked as her pussy-tunnel filled up with white flowing cum. "My pussy needs your cum! Oh, God!"
Ronni shook her head so that her black hair swirled around her face. She couldn't seem to breathe, but it didn't seem to matter. All that mat�tered were the pulsations of ecstasy that gripped her as she came.
Matt's prick was in motion again, jerking back and forth as it continued to pump jism into her cunt. She looked for her brother but saw Anita in-stead.
The big-titted brown-haired girl was eating the banana that Ronni had fucked herself with.
Chapter Three
Even the shock of seeing another girl eating a banana that was slick and shiny with the juices of her pussy didn't dampen the fires of Ronni's orgasm. The climax that long thin piece of fruit had given her had seemed to be an earth-shattering experience. But it was a minor flutter compared to the cataclysm Matt's cock was causing in her cunt!
Matt's face was covered with sweat. His eyes bulged out of his head. Having his cock inside a virgin pussy, as that pussy was racked by climax, was something he simply couldn't have conceived. That greedy young pussy was threatening to suck his balls dry!
His back arched with the fury of his fucking as he drove his prick again and again into his sister's pussy. His pelvis smacked loudly against the mounds of her ass. His crotch was soaked and dripping with-a thick, gooey mess of cum and cunt-oil.
It seemed that his climax would just go on and on. From the way Ronni was writhing and groan�ing, it was obvious she wanted just that to happen! But her spasming pussy milked every last drop of the jism stored in her brother's balls, out through the pinprick hole in the tip of his cock, and then thrilled his thrusting cock into pulse after pulse of dry-coming before it gave up.
"Whoa," Matt sighed as his prick began to go limp, stuck halfway up Veronica's pussy. "What a trip."
"Uhl Uhh! Ahhhh!" The girl shook her head as if denying what her brother said, but the clenching of her cunt belied that. Matt gasped as her pussy squeezed his deflating prick.
The huge cock diminished until a last spasm of Ronni's cunt spit it out. It flopped against Matt's right thigh, trickling jism, then hung limp between his legs.
"Mmmmmm," Anita said, stuffing the last rem�nant of the banana into her mouth and daintily licking her fingers. "That was good. You two put on a hellua show!"
Matt glanced up at her. A strange feeling began in the pit of his stomach, spreading slowly upward to the base of his throat. He swallowed. Suddenly he had a sensation of having done something very, very wrong.
Ronni lay sprawled on the couch. She felt drained, exhausted. A warm glow suffused her body. A cool breeze flowed through the room. It soothed the still-burning weals on her ass and chill�ed the wet, exposed lips of her pussy.
She could feel her cunt lips hanging open, slob�bering jism and pussy-sauce down her long lean thighs. All at once the warmth within. her disap�peared. She became abruptly aware of where she was and what had just happened.
She'd just been raped-tied up and whipped and fucked by her own brother!
And she'd gotten off on it!
She wanted to be sick. The humiliation and pain were bad enough, in the depression that followed her ecstasy. But the knowledge that she had become a willing participant in her own degrada�tion went through her heart like a spear. '
She started to cry. Softly at first, a low irregular snuffle, then building through moans and shaking sobs to wails that seemed to rattle the big picture window.
"Oh, God!" Ronni cried out. "What have I done!"
Matt looked from his sister to Anita. A look of annoyance crossed the short girl's face.
"Stop that bawling," she told the captive. Ronni screamed.
"Goddamn!" Anita tossed the banana peel away and stooped down beside Matt. Her bare tits swung heavily as she picked up his belt. "Here, bitch, I'll give you something to cry about."
She raised the belt and brought it whistling down on Ronni's ass. "Eeeeee!" Ronni shrieked as her ass blazed into pain. Her body twisted into the air. She landed with her smarting ass on the floor and her elbows up on the sofa.
Anita laughed. She reached down and hooked the fingers of her free hand into the neck of the prisoner's tee-shirt. With astonishing strength, she ripped the shirt off. Ronni gasped as her tits bob-bled free, threatening to spill out of the lacy bra that restrained them.
For a moment Anita stood studying the black-haired girl's tits. They were big, she had to admit, almost as big as her own magnificent mounds of titflesh. But where Anita's tits were round as can�taloupes, Ronni's jugs were firm, pale cones.
"Nice," the brunette said. "But let's see the rest."
Ronni tried to shield her tits with her bound hands. Roughly, Anita pulled them out of the way, sliding her fingers down between the captive's tits. Anita's tits bounced madly as she tugged. Then the clasp of Ronni's bra parted, and her tits came free.
Matt had been standing by on his knees, wonder�ing if he ought to intervene. Part of him knew he shouldn't let his girlfriend mistreat his sister this way-as part of him knew he shouldn't have fuck�ed the lovely young girl who had grown up loving and trusting him as a brother. But something kept -him from interfering.
Now his sister's tits were bared to his gaze, and all thought of trying to stop Anita from whatever she had in mind vanished. Ronni's tits were big and pale as snow, but the nipples were the shade of fine red wine. The aureoles were perfect circles, and Ronni's nipples stuck out stiffly from their centers.
"Now, those're what I call nice tits." The tone of the brunette's voice made Ronni shudder. She had a terrible feeling that the sight of her tits ac�tually turned the other girl on!
The idea so horrified Ronni she forgot the belt still dangled from Anita's hand. But Anita hadn't. She hefted the leather strap, feeling its weight, and she smiled. Then she brought the belt slashing across her captive's vulnerable tits.
The agony was excruciating. Ronni turned her head from side to side as though that would somehow free her from the anguish that burned in her tits.
"Nooooo!" she whined. "Don't hit me there again! Oh, my poor tits!"
Anita licked her lips. A broad stripe crossed the front of Ronni's tits. The belt had landed right across her nipples, squashing them back out and now seemed to be quivering before Anita's green-eyed gaze.
She struck again. The impact of leather on tits sounded like the crack of a whip. Ronni's heavy tits flattened out as the belt struck them.
"Gaaaaaawd!" Ronnie tried to stand, to get away from the wild-haired brunette and her awful belt. She had her hands up, trying to shield her agonized tits. The belt lashed her forearms. The tip stung the outside of her left tit. She howled.
Matt watched in fascination. There was something splendid and terrible about Anita as she swung his belt. Her face was lit with inhuman joy, and a malicious green light glowed in her eyes as the belt bit into Ronni's tits.
Matt knew this was wrong. He should be doing everything in his power to stop Anita. It wouldn't even be hard. He could simply reach out and pluck his belt from her fingers. But he didn't.
Instead he felt his cock beginning to harden again!
Ronni's feet were spread wide as she tried to stand up. Her pain-pulsing tits were covered by her bound arms. She was wild with pain and terror, but she knew her tits were safe.
But Anita had no intention of letting her victim off so easily. She was toying with Ronni the way a cat toys with a mouse. Anita gave the black-haired girl a few moments to think her torment was over. Then she swung the belt again.
This time the leather tongue lashed farther out-at the still-dripping gash of Veronica's pussy.
The blow seemed to lift the black-haired teen-ager off the floor. "Yuuuaaaiiieee!" she screamed. Pain lanced through her like a red-hot poker thrust up her cunt!
Ronni fell back onto the sofa. Her legs flew up in the air. Swift as a striking snake, Anita brought the belt swishing onto Ronni's open-mouthed cunt again.
Her pussy lips seemed to swell up as they filled with agony. She kicked her legs impotently in the air. Anita swung the belt, cracked it like a whip. The end of the strap flicked the crack of Ronni's cunt like a scorpion's sting.
"Ohhhhh-no! Oh, stop!" Ronni tried to curl into a ball. What was the brown-haired girl trying to do to her? It felt as if her cunt lips had been all but torn off!
And why was her brother letting Anita do it to her?
She felt the belt cutting into the flesh of her ass. It was almost a relief. Then the leather smacked her already-welted ass once again, and, intolerable pain flared anew.
Matt was on his feet now. His dark hair hung across his eyes. His prick stuck out straight from his crotch like a thick, hairy pole. He was so horny he was about to explode, in spite of the way he'd just blown his wad so furiously into his baby sister's cunt. The way Anita's sweat-gleaming body moved as she whipped Veronica, \the way Matt's sister writhed and wiggled and screamed, the way, her satiny white skin turned red where the belt caressed it-it was a fantastic turn-on!
Anita grunted as she hit Ronni's ass. It was a real delight to whip this long-legged bitch.
Ronni hadn't yet realized that no matter what she did, tied up as she was, some tender part of her naked body would be accessible to Anita and the belt. But she was learning!
The brunette got a shot at Ronni's black-furred pussy. Leather whistled through the air.
Ronni screamed and fell off the sofa. Her mind was filled with brilliant white agony. Her whole body was burning from the brutal touch of the belt. It felt as if the skin had been ripped right off her tits and ass, and the lips of her pussy were burning with pain. She sat slumped' against the sofa, and breathing was painful.
Anita brought the belt up. It fell down her back like a tail. Then she sighed raggedly and lowered it. "All right, lover," she said huskily. "I've had my fun. Now it's your turn again!"
Matt didn't need to be told twice. His cock was vibrating with the need to be stuck into his captive sister's body. He stepped up in front of the girl and bent slightly at the knees.
Ronni felt gentle fingers touching her chin. She turnd her face away with a whimper of pain. Agony bathed her body like scalding water.
Her face was firmly turned back again. Something warm and rubbery was pressed to her slack lips. "Unnnnnh," she groaned. The agony left no room for thought.
Ronni's lips were being forced apart by something sliding between them. She opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred. She blinked twice. When she could see, she still didn't know what it was that she was seeing.
Close to the tip of her nose was a dark, dense forest. Something like a tree trunk was growing from the midst of that forest. The end of it was coaxing its way into her unresisting mouth.
Her eyes snapped open. She was staring at her brother's crotch. And he was sticking his cock in her mouth!
Agony had so pervaded her body that she wasn't even aware of the aroma of the cunt-sauce that coated her brother's cock. It was overwhelming. She gasped and tried to tear her head from her brother's grasp.
It was no good. Matt's fingers were like iron clamps.
With a sudden push of his hips, Matt popped the head of his cock into his sister's mouth. Her eyes bugged out as her mouth was filled with the taste and feel of prick, and the powerful tang of her own cunt-honey.
"Mmmmmmph!" she exclaimed.
Ronni's mouth was hot and wet and tight. He could feel her tongue slithering around in the bot�tom of her mouth trying to avoid contact with his prick. All it did was wash over the underside of the cock-head, sending thrills up the solid shaft of prick.
He heard a moist sucking sound and knew that Anita was jamming her pussy full of her own fingers. He knew that the brown-haired girl had gotten exquisitely horny from whipping his naked sister. And watching him fuck his sister's face would whip Anita into a frenzy!
He put his hands on Ronni's cheeks. His sister looked up at him, pleading with her violent eyes. His cock was like a bar of meat, disappearing in her open mouth.
Experimentally, he pushed his cock, forward. "Rrrrmmmp!" Ronni said. She rolled her. eyes. Matt's cock-head was lying on her tongue now, and all the squirming away she tried wouldn't help her.
His legs flattened her tits against her chest. The nipples bored into his knees. His thighs were begin�ning'to ache. He let himself down, slowly, to his knees, so that Ronni's. nipples were prodding his thighs instead. He rocked his hips back and forth. His prick fucked slowly in and out of his sister's mouth. Her lips felt good on his prick.
Ronni felt a rising panic. Her jaws were wedged unnaturally far apart by her brother's prick. The taste of his cock would have nauseated. her even without the added, forbidden flavor of her own pussy. And she had a dreadful suspicion he was go�ing to fuck his cock clear down her throat before he was through!
With each forward stroke of his cock, Matt shoved his prick-head a little deeper into his sister's mouth. The moist cavern of her mouth was nice to stick his cock into. Her reluctance was as erotic as the eagerness with which Anita consumed his stiff prick.
Ronni's breath was a feathery touch on his big cock. Her teeth scraped against his sliding prick. He felt a tremor in her cheeks that meant her muscles were getting tired.
The warm, pulsating prick-head slid clear to the back of Ronni's mouth. No, no, no, she begged silently. Please don't stick it in any farther!
But her brother was getting steadily hornier. Just watching his cock fuck in and out of Ronni's pretty face was enough to make his balls tighten up as though they had another big wad. of jism built up inside. He began a wagging motion of his hips as he stroked his rigid prick in and out of her mouth. Pressure built in his balls.
It felt as if her jaw were about to be dislocated. She didn't even know how Matt had managed to fit the head of his cock into her mouth. His prick was so gigantic! The pain in the hinges of her jaw almost blotted out the pounding agony in her ass and tits and pussy. She tried to bring up her hands to push her brother away, but his legs held them pinned beneath her jutting tits.
The cock-tip intruded further into her mouth. She felt like gagging. The beefy taste of cock seeped down across her tongue.
To her relief, Matt pulled his prick back. But on�ly to run it back into her mouth deeper than before!
"Mmm! Mmmmmmph!" she said, frightened now, knowing what would come next.
Excitement was rising in Matt's hard, powerful body. He'd already come twice, gloriously. And he was getting ready to come again! It was as though a wire had been run along the cum-channel inside his cock, and a current was being passed through it. The sensations running up and down his stiff cock tingled with electricity.
Ronni's tongue was moving in slow-motion, un�consciously, laving the underside of her brother's prick. Matt's cock filled her mouth. Her lips were stretched tight around the mighty girth of his prick.
She could feel his pulse racing, transmitted through the veins wrapped around his cock. One thick vein on the underside of Matt's prick pulsed against her tongue. She shuddered at the feel of it. Her brother was getting monstrously horny-inex�perienced as she was, she could tell that much. That meant he was going to come at any minute-and fill her mouth with hot jism!
At least the disgusting flavor of her own pussy had finally worn off.
Matt felt himself losing control. He couldn't fine-tune his reactions with Ronni the way he could with Anita. All he could do was fuck her mouth with increasing speed and increasing penetration, holding her head firmly in his hands.
Deeper and deeper slid his cock at every stroke. Ronni started to struggle, knowing it wouldn't do any good, knowing she had to do something. But all she did was make her brother's passion soar. Feeling her luscious body move against his legs, feeling her mouth moving around his cock, strip�ped away the last vestiges of self-control. With a hoarse shout, he rammed his cock to the hilt down Ronni's throat.
For a moment, Ronni sat pinned against the sofa by the hard length of cock that had been forced down her throat. Her nose was pressed deeply into the crisp hair surrounding the base of her brother's cock. Her mouth was wide-open to accommodate the thickness of the prick.
Suddenly she gagged. Her throat muscles con�stricted, taking hold of Matt's turgid prick, begin�ning to pump up and down its length as they tried to force out the invading cock.
"Holy shit!" Matt choked.
He came.
"Unnh!" Ronni cried, as she felt her brother's prick swell. She knew what was about to happen. She twisted her head frantically, trying to free herself from the cock that impaled her face.
The prick shot a wad of cum straight down her throat.
The sudden blast of jism. made her gag. Her throat convulsed around Matt's cock the way her Pussy had when she'd come. He threw his head back and made gurgling sounds as his sister in-voluntarily sucked load after load of cum from his prick.
Ronni felt her throat filling with cum. Unwilling�ly, she was swallowing the jism as fast as she could, and still she couldn't keep up with the stream of sperm pouring from her brother's cock. The level of jism rose higher and higher in her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She was sick and scared and horrified of what would happen when cum boiled into her mouth.
Then her mouth was swimming with acrid jism. "Ugggh!" she grunted. Cum got into her nose. She coughed. Her brother gripped her head even harder. His cock spat more cum. The thick white stuff oozed from her nostrils, bubbled from her mouth, and ran down her chin.
It was a nightmare. Her own brother's cum was choking her. His cock was all the way down her throat, expanding and contracting as it pumped more cum into her. Her tongue was coated with jism, and the flavor was rank and hot and over-powering.
She heard a moan and knew that Anita was com�ing, fucking herself into a frenzy with cunt-juice�soaked fingers while watching Matt rape his sister's face. It added an unbearable edge to Ronni's humiliation. She wanted to die.
"Ahhhhhh," her brother said as his cock fired the last few drops of cum down her throat.
Chapter Four
With a sound like a popcorn machine going berserk, two dozen ping-pong balls came boiling out of the shallow wooden box.
Ronni batted futilely at them with her hands. They escaped her, bounding off the table in all directions to run under the long laboratory tables. She stepped backward as a white plastic ball bounced off her nose. A ball cracked loudly under her heel.
"Damn!" she said.
"Having trouble?" a voice said from behind her.
Ronni spun, almost slipping on the ball beneath her sandaled foot. "Oh, it's you," she said with a mixture of anger and uncertainty.
Anita Jedson smiled and crossed her arms beneath her ample tits. She was wearing a skin-tight blue tee-shirt with no bra beneath it. Her nipples stood out in bold relief against the fabric, and Ronni almost thought she could see the gooseflesh rumpling of the areolas.
"Yes, it's me," said Anita.
Ronni felt color warming her cheeks. She's managed to put the incidents of several days ago out of her mind. Aside from the fact that she and her brother had been studiously and shamefacedly avoiding each other since then, her rape and humiliation might never have happened.
Even Ronni's abused tits and ass had stopped aching, though she had walked stiff-legged for two days.
But here was Anita Jedson, her brown hair spilling across her shoulders, leaning against the door of the physics lab. She grinned at Ronni with an expression that contained nothing but lust. Ron�ni felt a strange swirling in the pit of her stomach. She wished the other girl would go away.
"What are you doing?" Anita askedwith ap�parent friendliness. "Teacher make you stay after school?"
- Ronni shook her head. "It's my science project," she said, carefully avoiding the other's smoky-green eyes. "I'm using these pingpong balls to show how chain reactions work."
Anita looked at the wooden box, in which a few ping-pong balls still rolled around. She wrinkled her nose. "It looks like a pinball machine gone crazy."
"But-" Ronni opened her mouth to protest, then stopped. The contrivance did look like a pin-ball machine. It was similar in principle: the balls bumped into little pins, which set other balls shooting out of little spring-loaded chutes, which in turn set off other balls .. .
Ronni brushed back her glossy black hair and turned away from her visitor. It wasn't like her to be rude that way, even to someone like Anita, but she just didn't have the strength to deal with the girl. Not now. Probably not ever.
She busied herself stuffing the small brittle balls back into their chutes. In her nervous concentra�tion, she was unaware of the shorter girl coming up behind her-until something wet and rank with chemical smell was abruptly pressed over her mouth and nose. The world spun dizzily and went black. *** The whip landed with a distinctive crack of leather against bare flesh.
"Yeeow!" Ronni screamed as her ass blazed with a pain like the bites of a million fire ants.
The nightmare was happening all over again!
"Maybe you'll do what you're told to now, Miss Warnke," a deep male voice said from behind her. Ronni turned her head. The motion caused her body, suspended by the wrists from the garage rafters, to twist slightly.
A big middle-aged man with a shock of graying red-brown hair sat looking at her through a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles. "You could really save yourself a lot of difficulty if you'd cooperate," he said.
Sitting with her heels drawn up under her pert ass, Anita Jedson leaned on his thigh, her fingers absently stroking the inside of his leg, working nearer and nearer to his crotch.
"Oh, Daddy," she purred. "I hope she doesn't-not yet. Larry's having too much fun!" And so was he. Gazing at the full-bodied girl through a haze of hot tears, Ronni could see Anita's nipples looking as if they were about to burst through her shirt. And even though the brown-haired young wanton was wearing shorts, Ronni could still smell the sharp tang of hungry cunt.
A cool breeze wafted through the garage. Ronni bit her lip. The cool touch of the air stung the myriad welts on her naked ass.
Her dangling body kept turning. Now she could see her tormentor, a muscular, bare-chested young man with protruding ears, The family resemblance between Anita and her father was plain, but this boy's face lacked the spark of malevolent in�telligence that animated his sister's features. All his had was malice-and swiftly growing lust!
Larry hefted the whip in his hand. Ronni felt her blood chill. It was a hideous-looking thing, not really a whip so much as an improvised cat-o'-nine-tails. A number of leather strands were braided in-to a thick handle, and their free ends were knotted for extra weight-to bite more cruelly into the ex-posed flesh of their victims. Larry had stroked the whip only twice across Ronni's sweetly rounded asscheeks, and the girl felt as if the skin had been stripped from her ass.
A deep breath made her heavy tits jut fromRonni's chest. Her captors had left on her blouse, and the bra beneath. They probably realized that being hung up half-naked was more unsettling to their victim than complete nudity. But at least they couldn't see the way the pain flooding her captive body was making Ronni's nipples stand up as straight and stiff as Anita's. The slight movements of Ronni's body stimulated her inflated nipples, sending flashes of pleasure into her tits, in contrast to the agony that burned her ass. These conflicting sensations gave the girl a deep sense of embarrass�ment that she couldn't explain to herself.
Ronni heard the whistle of leather and shut her eyes. Not seeing the whip strike her ass didn't diminish the pain in the least. She bit her lip, deter-mined not to cry out. Then the whip slashed at the tender hillocks of her ass. "Oh God!!" she moan-ed.
Her shoulders ached from being suspended from the garage roof. She barely felt that ache compared to the agony that throbbed in her abused ass. It felt as if the skin had been flayed from her asscheeks in strips!
"Hit her again, Larry," Anita said. There was a tinge of unnatural desire in her voice.
Larry obeyed. The strands of the whip caressed Ronni's ass. Her long bare legs kicked futilely at the air as she struggled to escape.
"All we want you to do," Mr. Jedson said in a low, reasonable voice, "is write a letter to your brother saying you've run away from home. Tell him he's not to look for you, that you never want to see him again after what he and his vicious slut girlfriend did to you." He smiled down at his daughter.
"Oh, Daddy!" she giggled. He put a large hand on one of her protruding tits and squeezed. The nipple stood out against the tee-shirt. She started massaging the bulge at her father's crotch. It swelled at her touch.
Ronni looked at the pair and was sickened. Although dazed with pain, she knew what it would mean if she wrote the note. Her family would think she actually had run away from home. They would look for her, of course, but they'd never think of looking right here in town. It would mean she'd have no hope of rescue from the Jedson family., And that was something she didn't want to think about.
The whip slammed against her ass again, cutting into the tender assflesh and the upper thighs. Her scream was high and shrill.
"Do it, Miss Warnke."
Ronni felt Anita's eyes on her naked, whippedflesh. "Yes, do it Ronni," the brown-haired girl said. "We don't want Larry to ruin you for any more . . . fun."
Ronni shuddered. Anita's soft voice promised torments that would make the kiss of the whip seem like the touch of a lover's lips. Yet Ronni knew she couldn't stand up much longer under the onslaught of the cat-o'-nine-tails. It was a choice between unknown tortures in the future and a stinging pain in the present that sent hot tears coursing uncontrollably down her cheeks!
"Well?" Jedson asked. Ronni drew in a shud�dering breath. Then she heard the hideous whistle of knotted leather thongs.
"Wait! I'll do it-Ahhh!!" Once more the whip raked across her ass. Her body jackknifed, legs thrashing high in the air, and through her tears she saw Anita licking her lips at the sight of the jet-black cunt-bush that flashed tantalizingly between her pink, welted asscheeks.
Her shoulders took the strain as her body fell back down. She moaned, Her ass was on fire and her arms felt as if they were pulled out of their sockets. Now you've done it, she thought. Now you've given them what they want and they'll never let you go!
But at least the pain would stop. For the time being.
Grumbling with disappointment, Larry Jedson put down his whip and climbed on a chair to undo the rope and lower Ronni gently to the cold, hard cement. The touch of the concrete on her well-whipped ass was like salt being rubbed on a raw wound. She squealed and rolled over on - her stomach. Larry knelt to untie her wrists.
They helped her onto a chair. She sat gingerly, trying not to put any weight on her abused asscheeks. Anita brought pen and paper attached to a clipboard. The paper was printed with the words, "Compliments of Jedson's Hardware Store." Sniffling, blinking tears from her eyes, Ronni listened to what Mr. Jedson told her. Then she wrote.
"Fine, fine," Mr. Jedson said, reading over the note. "Larry'll see that this gets' to your brother right away. And now, since you've been such a good girl, it's time for a reward."
Ronni's heart fluttered. "You're going to let me go?" she asked, hopefully. She stood on shaky legs to take weight off her ass.
Jedson laughed. "Let you go?" he asked, sur�prised. "Why no, of course not. Larry's going to give you the fucking of your life-that's the reward!"
She gasped and started to stand up. Strong hands seized her waist from behind. She felt hot, moist breath on the back of her neck, heard a bestial grunting. "Let me go!" she yelped. Then something hard prodded into the humid crevice between her tormented asscheeks.
Ronni tried to twist away from Larry's throbb�ingly erect cock. It was no use. His hands held her like a vise as his rubbery cock probed for the mouth of her pussy.
Suddenly, she felt something slide between the lips of her cunt. Larry grunted happily and drove his hips forward, hard. Ronni screamed as he fucked her unlubricated cunt full of thick, rigid cock.
When her brother had raped her on the living-room sofa of their mother's house, she'd thought he had the biggest prick in the world. It was so long and fat, and stretched the walls of her virgin pussy until it seemed she'd burst apart. Even after her young body had tried to enjoy the relentless fuck�ing of her brother's mighty cock, there had been an edge of pain to her ecstasy.
But compared to Larry's cock, her brother's big prick was pint-sized!
The writhing, half-naked captive hadn't seen her tormentor's prick. All she'd gotten a look at was the immense bulge in his pants as he laid the wicked cat-o'-nine tails across her quivering ass. But now the huge cock was vibrating inside her cunt, buried to the balls, his cock seemed to have its head pulsing halfway to her throat!
"Uhnnn," Ronni moaned. She bit her lip, rolling her head back painfully so that her black hair spilled across her shoulders.
She felt her pussy stretched impossibly snug around the tree-thick base of Larry's cock. The pain was intense. Every inch of her sinuous cunt-tunnel was racked beyond endurance by the in-credible size of Larry's invading cock.
His cock withdrew. His hands still clamped around his victim's narrow waist, Larry fucked his cock out of her cunt with such violence that it popped free and wagged viciously in the air. Then Larry stuffed his cock back into the reluctant cunt-slit and was driving it home again.
Ronni's pussy felt raw. Larry's gigantic dry cock raked mercilessly against the walls of her tender cunt until the pain was as great as that from her abused ass. The suddenness of the onslaught had robbed her of her strength.
Now she recovered enough strength from the shock of having the mammoth prick fucked into her unsuspecting pussy that she could fight back.
Her hands were unbound. She twisted like a cat, clawing for her tormentor's eyes.
Larry cried out and jerked his head aside. Ronni's nails drew ragged red lines down his cheek. The contraction of his muscles made him fuck his cock into the girl so hard it lifted her feet off the floor of the garage.
Roaring, Larry lunged his body forward. His chest slammed against Ronni's shoulder. She felt her balance going. Then she was plummeting face-first toward the floor.
The massive cock twisting balls-deep into her pussy sent a shock of. pleasure shooting up her spine. She scarcely noticed. The cement floor rushed toward her face.
Just in time, Ronni got her hands in front of her. The hard cement crashed against her palms. Her hair fell down like a curtain around her face. Blood rushed to her head.
His cock still throbbing in the depths of Ronni's cunt, Larry shifted his grip to hold the girl's smooth thighs. The stinging of his scratched cheek was forgotten in the pulse-pounding pleasure that suddenly seized him.
In her moment of fear, as the hard floor came up at her, Ronni's fine, firm muscles clenched her cunt around Larry's cock in an imitation of orgasm that almost brought him off. Now he was standing, supporting the whole weight of the tall, half-naked girl with his hands-and his stiff cock! Her asshole seemed to wink at him from between the still-puffy mounds of her ass.
Ronni tried to right herself-and couldn't. Larry held her so that her feet flailed helplessly in the air, unable to reach the floor. Her elbows felt the strain as she realized that she had to keep her hands under her or smash her face against the floor of the garage.
Bending over so that his hard flat stomach press�ed against the curves of Ronni's ass, Larry fucked his cock slowly and teasingly in and out of his cap�tive's pussy.
"Ahhh!" she yelped.
The motion of the cock in her cunt had actually felt good!
Her feet kicked in the air. The motions of her fine slim legs rippled her cunt around Larry's rampant prick. They both grunted from shared ex�citement.
In this position, with her legs and ass up in the air, her cunt jammed full of big, rigid cockmeat, her head down so that her heavy young tits sagged half out of her bra, her swollen clit was in contact with the underside of Larry's prick. The slightest movement by either of them scraped hard cock across the tip of the ultrasensitive clit like a bow across a violin. Despite her pain and fear and the indignity of the position she was in, Ronni felt her cunt filling up with the hot, fragrant juices of lust.
As pussy-sauce welled up around his cock-shaft, Larry started to fuck his captive in earnest. The way he had the lovely prisoner ass up and impaled on his prick didn't permit him to give her the benefit of full-length strokes of his mighty cock. He had to content himself with short, fast, piston-strokes of his prick into her freshly moistened cunt.
The speed and strength of Larry's fucking took Ronni's breath away. The rapid sliding friction of the cock on her straining clit sent sparks sizzling up her cunt. The swelling and shrinking sensations as the burly youth's prick pumped in and out of her cunt made her weak with passion.
Her arms trembled from supporting herself. Her pulse hammered in her ears. But nothing intruded on her whole-hearted concentration on the giant cock that was fucking her so full of pleasure! She clamped her thighs around Larry's waist. Her firm young body strained as she tried to impale her pussy farther on to his swollen cock.
The play of strong feminine muscles under the padding of Ronni's asscheeks was a feast for Larry's eyes. His breath came in short, desperate heaves. The girl's cunt was tight to begin with, and with her stomach muscles tightening, her cunt-sheath straining to get the most out of his thrusting cock, it was about to drive him insane!
Larry rammed his prick home in Ronni's cunt, felt pussy-sauce mist his crotch in a fine sweet spray, heard her full-throated "Ahhh, yes!" as her cunt accepted the hardness of his prick. Then with his cock implanted full-length in her snatch, he started walking.
Ronni almost fell on her nose as Larry took the first step. Frantically, she threw out her hands and saved herself. Her arms ached terribly from this new strain.
The boy kept walking. To keep from having her face pushed mercilessly into the garage floor, Ron�ni had to walk on her hands, trying to keep up with her tormentor. The rough cement chafed her palms, and her elbows and shoulders threatened to give out.
And she was going crazy with delight!
It was a weird, wild combination of pain and pleasure that possessed her. Her arms ached and were getting weaker by the second as they strained to hold her away from the floor. Her ass still throbbed from the beating it had taken, and the plug of cock driven deep in her cunt still stretched the delicate pussy-membrane to the tearing edge of agony.
The motion of the young man walking slowly in a circle made his cock bounce and surge around in-side her cunt in a thousand different ways. Each and every stop drew the shaft of Larry's cock across her inflated clit. She felt her nipples swelling with blood, and the snug bra rubbed them until they hummed with pleasure.
Out of the corner of her eye, through the black sweep of her hair, Ronni caught a glimpse of Anita Jedson. The brown-haired wanton was on her knees, bent over her father's cock-a brown-red pillar of meat that disappeared between her ruby lips.
Shiny saliva ran down the stalk of Mr. Jedson's cock. Anita's cheeks hollowed as she applied delightful suction to the head of his prick. Mr. Jed-son had his daughter's tee-shirt pulled up to bare her fabulous tits. He rolled one fat brown nipple between his sturdy thumb and forefinger as Anita sucked avidly on his cock.
Then Larry cried out and pulled hard on Ronni's thighs, forcing his cock still one more millimeter into the seething cauldron of the black-haired cap�tive's cunt. Ronni's whole body shook as a wave of orgasm rushed from her pussy and smashed into her brain.
Her pussy clenched Larry's cock. Larry shouted again. His fingers dug like talons into Ronni's thighs. She felt the searing explosion of his jism, and then she lost her mind in a hurricane of ecstasy of that big cock pulsating and spitting jism into her cunt was just too good to be true!
Off to one side, Anita Jedson's body crackled with erotic electricity as her father's cum exploded into her mouth. She drank down every delicious drop of jism, sucking and slurping for all she was worth, her tongue twining relentlessly around the shaft of her daddy's cock and wallowing in the salty-sweetness of his jism. Her tits were so swollen with lust they felt about to burst. Ripples of orgasm shuddered the length of her pussy. Cunt-sauces soaked her panties.
Ronni was aware of the brown-haired girl with her father's prick plugged into her mouth and creamy sperm smeared around her lips. Normally, Ronni would have been appalled at the sight. Now she could think of nothing but Larry's titanic cock pumping jism into her pussy. Her orgasms came one after another.
Finally, she felt the last pulsing climax deep in her cunt, felt Larry's giant cock begin to subside. Her climaxes kept tightening her pussy around the rapidly deflating cock for what seemed an eternity. Then the madness of orgasm subsided into a sweet, warm afterglow.
The pleasant sense of fulfillment didn't last long. Once the fires of climax had died, Ronnie became aware of the desperate ache in her shoulders and elbows from holding herself up and walking around the room. Larry sighed expansively and let her down. His cock slipped sloppily from the morass of her pussy, drooling a thick mixture of cunt-honey and jism that slobbered into the thick black thatch of her bush. She moaned.
Despair took the place of pleasure as Ronni's pounding heartbeat slowed. She'd been tied up, forcibly fucked, and whipped within an inch of her life. Worse yet, she's broken down and written the letter Mr. Jedson had been torturing her to write, the letter telling her brother that she was running away to California-the letter that killed any faint hope of rescue she might have had! Worst of all, she had once again been made to enjoy being raped! She had been filled with a wild desire to have her tormentor fuck her until she came!
Bonni opened her eyes. Several strands of black hair lay across her face, but she could see clearly.
Larry slumped to the floor, breathing heavily from his lustful exertion.
Mr. Jedson was sitting with his head back, eyes closed and mouth open, in ecstasy as his daughter lovingly scoured the last remnants of cum from his limp prick.
On a table nearby, unheeded, lay the letter. If I can just get to it, Ronni thought.
She breathed deeply, trying to gather as much strength as she could. She was weak from passion and torment, but her captors had neglected to re-tie her hands. Her legs were free. If she could grab the letter and run, perhaps she could escape. A half-naked teen-ager running down the street would be sure to attract attention. And even if she didn't get away, perhaps she could find someplace to hide. With no note to make him believe she'd gone to California, Matt would be sure to miss her and start looking for her. The evil Jedson family wouldn't dare spend much time looking for her. They'd have to let her go.
She tried to force her pulse-rate down. She had to be calm. She would have only one chance, and she had to make it good.
A low, bestial sound of delight escaped Anita's lips. Her lips were sticky and shiny with her father's cum. Already Mr. Jedson's cock was stirr�ing back into lustful life. Ronni felt momentary astonishment as the older man's cock started to sprout again. It was even larger than Larry's!
Ronni made her move.
Quick as a deer, she was up and running. Her legs flashed white as she snatched the crumpled sheet of paper from the table and ran to the door.
She had been groggy from the effects of the chloroform when they'd brought her into the garage, but she remembered the door led into the kitchen. Perhaps she could lock her tormentors in!
Her hand reached out for the doorknob. Her fingertips seemed about to touch it when Anita Jedson gave her a flying tackle.
Ronni went down, just managing to turn so that her shoulder took the bone-jarring impact with the closed door. Her hip slammed against the concrete with bruising force.
A shrill scream of pain filled the garage as Anita's naked tits scraped brutally along the rough cement. For a moment, the brown-haired girl lay with her face pressed into the taller girl's silken thighs. Her breath rebounded from the floor and feathered across the moist, loose lips of Ronni's cunt. The caress of Anita's breath felt good. Anita had only to raise her face and move herself forward a few inches to kiss the black-haired young beauty full on the cunt. To her surprise and horror, Ronni found herself wishing she would.
But when Anita's head came up, it wasn't to press her mouth to Ronni's pussy. The brown-haired girl's face was contorted with pain and rage. To Ronni's amazement, there were shiny tear-tracks down both Anita's cheeks.
"You bitch!" Anita shrieked. "You made me scrape my tits-it hurts!"
The brown-haired girl was big on dishing out pain, but obviously had a low tolerance for it herself. Then Anita began clawing and snarling like an angry tiger.
Ronni brought her hands up to protect her face. But Anita wasn't clawing at her eyes. Ronni. felt her tee-shirt ripped off, and then Anita yanked her bra away. Her pale cherry-tipped tits bounced free.
Anita reared over her quaking captive. Ronni gaped at the other girl's tits. The succulent flesh around her nipples were scraped and puffy, and the nipples looked painfully swollen.
It was a pain Anita meant to share. Larry's cat-o'-nine-tails appeared in her hand.
"You think it feels good?" she shouted. "I'll show you, you filthy slut!"
Before the stunned captive could move, Anita brought the whip slashing down at Ronni's naked, upturned tits.
The knotted leather thongs raked across the tips of Ronni's tits. It felt as if the whip was tearing her nipples off.
"Yeeaiii!" Ronni howled.
Her back arched in agony. She covered her pain-pulsing tits with her arms, moaning with pain and fear.
Cursing, Anita clawed at Ronni's arms, pulling them away from her ripe, abused tits. Ronni wept and pleaded and shook her head, but Anita was too strong. Ronni's arms gave way, baring her helpless tits.
Anita stared with satisfaction. Long red lines had been etched across the crests of Ronni's moun�tainous tits. Her titflesh was puffy and swollen. Her slender nipples stood quiveringly erect, ultrareceptive to pleasure-or pain.
Anita struck again. A crimson network of crisscrossed weals glistened on Ronni's tits. Ronni tried to shriek again, but her anguish was too great. All she could do was moan, "Oh, god!"
Anita went wild. The whip sang through the air, striking Ronni's tits again and again with a nasty ripping sound. The impact alone would have filled Ronni's sensitive tits with agony. But the way the cruel leather flayed her delicate titflesh drove her insane with agony!
"Stop!" Ronni wailed, holding her hands futile�ly in front of her tits, only to have them batted aside and her tits assailed with fresh savagery.
"You're killing me! You're tearing my tits to shreds! Ohhh!"
Suddenly, the tearing stopped. Ronni lay in a daze. Her badly welted tits rose and fell to the ragged tempo of her breathing. She opened her tear-flooded eyes.
Anita was thrashing and kicking in Larry's grip. Mr. Jedson knelt by Ronni's side, examining her whipped tits with great care. His forefinger prodded her resilient titflesh. Ronni whimpered.
"No damage done," Jedson said. He stood, shaking his head. "You'll be all right, young lady."
"Let me go!" Anita raged, fighting to get free of Larry's powerful hands. Her own badly scraped tits bounced wildly. "I'll kill her! I'll whip the skin off her goddamed tits! I'll pour lighter fluid on her pussy fur and set her cunt on fire! I'll-"
"You won't do anything of the sort," Mr. Jedson said firmly. Anita's struggles ceased.
Ronni wondered why Jedson was suddenly interceding for her. Had he changed his mind?
Hope died within Ronni as Jedson added, "For now." He turned to smile down at the naked, trembling Ronni. "My daughter's temper gets away from her at times," he explained to the captive. "I was afraid she'd damaged your tits. It would be a pity to have you spoiled so quickly. You've only just joined us."
The way he said it made him sound like a mad scientist in a cheap horror movie. Ronni had always thought those movies were funny, but there was nothing funny about this. Nothing at all.
His big cock jutted from his open fly like the bowsprit of a ship. Ronni found her gaze drawn to the cock like a magnet. She revised her estimate of the size of his cock. It wasn't as thick as Larry's incredibly fat prick-but it was at least ten inches long! She bit her lip and sniffled. Her tits simmered with pain.
Jedson brought out a roll of black electrician's tape. His huge hand gathered Ronni's hands together in one swift sweep. Before the stunned girl could react, he'd wound the tape once around her wrists, binding them together. As Ronni watched, he twisted the tape around her arms again and again, wrapping them securely. Finally satisfied, he tore off the loose end of the tape and stuck the roll back into his trousers.
"Of course, you have to be punished for being so foolish as to disobey," he said. He undid his belt and fly and pulled down his pants. Ronni watched in unwilling fascination as his cock came free and snapped upright like a spring. "But in such a way as not to, shall we say, use you up too quickly."
Ronni shook her head. His words scared her, but her mind was too confused by the tortures she'd already undergone to make much sense of anything. She remembered hearing about Mr. Jedson now. He'd been the principal of some private prep school for girls out on the edge of town. He'd been dismissed after some hushed-up scandal. The rumors said he'd taken to branding students on the ass for infractions of the rules. Powerful friends had saved him from local or civil action.
But there didn't seem to be any doubt that he was as accomplished a sadist as his lovely; horny daughter-he was capable of anything!
A low gurgling moan caught Ronni's attention. For a moment, she thought Larry was doing something to torment his sister. The two were lying on their sides on the cement, face to face, and Anita was writhing as if in excruciating pain.
Then Ronni looked again, and saw that the brown-haired harlot was avidly impaling herself on her brother's nine-inch cock! Her thighs were shiny with cunt-oils, and the huge cock made a squishy sound as it plumbed the depths of Anita's greedy twat. Squirming in Larry's arms, with the boy's big cock lying rigid in the slot between her ripe asscheeks, Anita's rage turned to unbridled lust.
"Huh?" Ronni said, turning back to face the older Jedson. He'd said something she hadn't quiteheard. He knelt before her. She sat with her back against the door. Instinctively, she clamped her bound arms over her painful tits. At least the way she was tied made it easy to protect her poor, tortured tits!
"I said, to teach you a lesson I'm going to fuck you up the ass. Have you ever been fucked up the ass?"
Ronni was too horrified to respond.
It was Anita who answered, her voice a hoarse croak of lust. "N-no," she groaned, as her brother rammed his cock violently into her drooling cunt. "She was a virgin until I talked her tacky brother into-God! That's nice-fucking her the other day. Oh, jeez, Larry, put your finger on my clit. Ahh! That feels so g00000d!"
Mr. Jedson smiled. He laid his hand palm-down on the black arrowhead of Ronni's cunt-bush. Then he fucked his thumb to the knuckle in her asshole. "Yiii!" she yelped. "It hurts! Get it out!"
"Now, this is nothing, little girl," Jedson said. He stirred his thumb in a slow circle inside the girl's puckered asshole. She rolled her head and moaned in pain.
"It'll hurt a whole lot worse once I get my big stiff dick crammed into your pretty little ass. Are you ready?"
"Nooo!!"
His smile broadened. The tails of his plaid flannel shirt hung to the floor, flanking his jutting cock. He wrapped his other hand around his prick and pulled it down so that it aimed like a spear at Ronni's asshole.
Jedson pulled upward with his thumb. Ronni gasped as her ass-channel was twisted unnaturally out of shape. She gasped louder as he jammed his forefinger into her ass.
Jedson shuffled forward on his knees. Ronni felt the hard, rubbery cock-tip prod the yawning open�ing of her ass. She tried to tighten her muscles, to deny the rampant prick entry to her vulnerable, unlubricated ass. Jedson lunged forward.
Ronni howled as the cock-tip plugged itself into her waiting asshole.
Jedson wormed his thumb and finger free of the captive's ass. She drummed her bound hands on his chest. Only the triangular purple head of his cock was actually inside her ass-but it was more than she could take!
"Give it to her, Daddy," she heard Anita moan. "Jam that giant prick right up her ass-tear her apart! Agggh! Fuck me harder, Larry! My cunt is hungry for that fabulous cock!"
Jedson began to drive his cock up Ronni's ass the walls of her ass-channel wedged apart by the enormous, swollen cock-head, and it felt a thousand times worse than Larry's prick had when it was first plowing into her ungreased cunt!
But the awful stretching of her asshole as the cock went up her asshole wasn't what hurt her. It was the way the dry prick scraped the lining of her ass-channel. It seemed to be scraping her asshole raw on the inside-it felt as bad as the cat-o'-nine tails lashing at her tits. ,The intruding cock was wedging her rounded asscheeks farther and farther apart. It felt as if her naked body was about to be split down the middle.
She'd known in a vague way that sometimes girls got fucked up the ass, and that some even claimed to enjoy it. She'd never seen how that was possible -the idea of a big, hard cock invading her asshole had sounded horribly painful. And now she knew it was-especially when there was no cunt-grease on Jedson's cock to ease its passage up her dry, tight asshole!
Her blows against his chest had no more effect than her desperate pleas. Inch after inch of rigid prick forced its way into Ronni's asshole. She felt prick into her ass.
The torment was unbearable. When five inches of cock was inside Ronni's ass, she was afraid she'd die.
And still the cock pushed into her ass. Her body was seething and squirming in the grip of unbearable pain. Mr. Jedson had his lower lip clamped firmly in his teeth, and sweat beaded on his forehead. His glasses were askew on his nose. His sweaty palms lay on her bare thighs, and one thumb stroked absently at her pussy, which' was gaping up wantonly at his face. The caressing of her cunt gave her no pleasure. Nothing could diminish the terrible agony in her ravished asshole!
Something wiry tickled her asscheeks. They were still tender from the touch of Larry's whip. Ronni cried out in terror, then realized that it was only the curly hair clumped at the base of Jedson's cock. At last, every inch of that unbelievable cock was embedded in her ass. That part of the agony was over.
But her asshole was a giant pulse of pain. The head of Jedson's prick seemed to be in her throat, and the man's heartbeat made the fist-sized cockhead inflate and shrink painfully inside Ronni's asshole. She had to fight for every breath. Bracing the heels of his hands against the insides of Ronni's thighs, Jedson pulled his cock out. His prick didn't leave her ass the way his son's cock had departed from her pussy-in one sudden rip-ping withdrawal. The pain would have torn her apart. That wasn't the way he did it. Instead, he pulled his ten inches of cock from Ronni's ass the way he'd shoved it in-slowly, sadistically, his eyes on her face to watch every nuance of agony that played across her lovely features.
He got an eyeful. Ronni screwed her eyes shut and then opened them in anguish. The withdrawing cock seemed to rip her asshole. She felt as if she were being pulled inside out. Her taut ass moved in a small circle around his sliding cock. Jedson gulped and groaned with pleasure.
After an agonized eternity, the cock pulled back into the open air-except for the prick-head socketed into the captive's asshole.
Ronni's asshole blazed with pain, and she knew that at any second the cock would be driving back with fresh vigor to force her to unimagined heights of torment.
She was right.
With all his great strength, Jedson fucked his cock back into Ronni's asshole. At least this time it wasn't excruciatingly slow. All ten inches shot like an arrow up her ass-channel. Her ass came off the floor and the back of her head slammed against the wooden door.
"Aiieee!!" Ronni howled. Jedson pistoned his cock forward again, and the air burst from Ronni's lips in a hideous, hopeless wail as his prick went balls-deep up her burning asshole.
Jedson's balls slapped her asscheeks as he pumped his cock. He gave her the full length every time, withdrawing until only the cone of his cock-head stayed inside her asshole, then slamming his prick into her all the way.
Each stroke of his cock into her agonized ass made her thrash fiercely. Her pain-racked asshole tightly gripped his cock. Not only was her pussy impossibly snug, but it was working on his stiff prick as fervently as the most skillful cocksucker's mouth!
"Eiiiyyaaa! !"
The cry rattled the small, high windows of the garage. To Ronni's amazement, it wasn't her scream. She turned her head, her jaws locked in intolerable pain, and saw Anita's hips slamming her brother's with jackhammering force as she climaxed. Larry's eyes were shut, and Ronni saw the white cum begin to well out from Anita's cunt as his prick spewed another load of jism.
The raging in Ronni's raped asshole made her forget the pain in her whipped tits. She knew that the involuntary movements of her body were sending surges of delight up Jedson's cock. Those movements were also making the pain even worse. But there was nothing she could do about it.
Jedson's fingers dug like claws into the insides of her legs. Her voice rose like a siren as he plunged his ten-inch prick up her asshole with hysterical force. His body leaned forward. His face pushed against her taped arms, and he started gnawing and slobbering on her tits as he ground his cock hard into her ass. She felt his cock swelling, knowing what that meant.
"God, no!" she shrieked.
Cum blasted from Jedson's cock with the force of a firehose. It stung her raw ass-channel like acid. Ronni screamed as the backwash of the first jism�surge filled her asshole.
A second fiery blast made her asshole overflow with sperm. She could feel streams of air-cooled cum trickle down her asscheeks to the floor.
"It burns," she moaned. "Oh, god, it burns! My poor ass! I can't take it-ohhhh!"
The pole-like cock swirled around inside her asshole, spurting cum uncontrollably. Each wad of jism seared her asshole as viciously as the first. Her ass-channel was raw, and the cum was like salt in a wound.
Finally, the store of cum in Jedson's balls was gone. Larry and Anita lay side by side, Anita still screwing her hot cunt on her brother's spent prick. She enjoyed the sight of her father fucking Ronni's ass, and her eyes devoured the other girl's torment.
Jedson fucked his still-rigid cock in and out of Ronni's ass a few more times for good measure. The sperm lubricated her asshole but the creamy jism still burned her tender ass-channel. Then Jedson jerked his cock free. A fresh torrent of cum drooled from Ronni's asshole until it closed itself, shutting off the flow. The ache was insistent and unrelieved, as if the cock was still inside her ass.
Jedson sat back on his heels. "You'll do," he panted.
Ronni began to cry.
Chapter Six
Chained like an animal!
The words rang in Ronni's brain. Never in her worst nightmares could she have imagined herself being subjected to such a fate. Yet it was true.
She lay on her back, staring at the cobwebbed ceiling of the garage. A loose button on the un�covered mattress prodded her ass. She was too miserable to pay it any attention. A heavy iron ring encircled her slender right ankle, and from it hung a chain affixed to the massive bedframe. She was penned in the Jedson's garage like a wild beast.
Morning sunlight spilled through the grimy windows. From inside the kitchen came faint sounds. A half-hour before, Anita, in a shapeless smock that barely came down to the tops of her thighs, had come out with a meager breakfast for the prisoner. When the brown-haired girl bent over to set the tray down, it became obvious she wasn't wearing anything beneath her smock. Anita had given Ronni a devious smile, then turned and sauntered back into the house, twitching her round asscheeks so that the hem of her garment rode up to show tantalizing flashes of pale flesh and nut-brown cunt fur between sturdy, shapely thighs.
Ronni wouldn't have thought she could eat under circumstances like this. But she had, just as she'd slept soundly the night before-once her torments had ceased. It had seemed that Larry and his father would -never get tired of using her! Her pussy and asshole were still sore from the fucking she'd received. The hinges of her jaw ached from sucking cock. Her crotch was raw from repeated slamming impacts from her tormentors' hipbones as they piled their cocks in and out of her captive pussy.
At least the fire had gone out in her tits and ass, though she still felt a dull throbbing ache-souvenir of the ruthless whipping she'd received the day before.
But slept she had. Her ordeal had worn her out. If she'd dreamt during the night she didn't remember. It was probably just as well.
She stretched, her luscious tits flattening themselves against her ribs. She was naked, of course. Her captors wouldn't allow her the dignity of clothing.
She wondered if her brother had received "her" note. Larry had left late the night before to slip it under the door of the Warnke house. Her mother and brother would be frantically calling the state police about now, begging them to watch the highways for a lovely, blue-eyed and black-haired teen-aged girl whose budding young body was almost six-feet tall. If only they knew she was less than five miles from home.
It was the last place they'd ever look!
Tears welled in her eyes. She was lost. She was a helpless captive of the Jedsons, for them to use and abuse, rape and torture and humiliate, until there was simply nothing left. They were quite capable of torturing her to death. She knew it.
The way the Jedsons talked, they were no strangers to this kind of sport. How many other lovely, innocent young girls had screamed away their last pain-filled hours in this very garage?
The door opened. "Good morning, my dear," Mr. Jedson said with a fatherly smile. "Did you sleep well?"
Ronni turned her head away, blinking back the tears.
"Tsk, tsk," she heard him say. "That's no way to behave. We'll have to teach you to be more friendly."
He stepped into the dimness of the garage. His clothes were similar to the ones he'd worn yester�day: faded jeans, a rough flannel shirt, wire-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Despite his background, he seemed to enjoy dress�ing like a farmer.
Larry came in behind him. The young man was wearing only a pair of cut-off brown corduroy jeans. His big cock was already beginning to bulge out the front of his shorts at the thought of a new day of fun with the beautiful captive. Ronni shrank instinctively away.
"She's being a bitch, huh, Dad?" a voice said. Anita stepped in to join the rest of her family. Her brown hair was piled atop her head. A glistening strand fell down along her right cheek. She twirled it playfully around one finger. "Why don't you be the one to teach her, Larry?"
Her brother was only too happy to oblige. Quick as a flash, he was pulling his shorts down his lean, hard thighs. His cock jutted from his crotch, huge and domineering.
Ronni crammed her knuckles into her mouth as Larry came toward the bed. What was he going to do? She didn't think she could stand any more pain. What was going to happen to her?
The mattress buckled as he clambered onto it. Ronni drew her knees up in front of her, staring at him with the horrid fascination of a bird staring at a snake. Larry's cock bounced up and down as he came for her.
He reached for her knees. She fought the hysterical urge to slap his hands away. She knew it wouldn't do any good-and she'd only suffer more for it. Ronni let Larry force her knees apart.
Maybe he'll be content just to fuck me, she thought. Maybe he won't hurt me anymore.
The cone-shaped head of Larry's cock seemed to vibrate with the need to be fucked balls-deep in Ronni's pussy. She shuddered at the thought of how that immense cock would feel fucking into her dry cunt. She wished there was some way to escape.
But Larry didn't take his big prick in hand and guide it to the unwilling portal of his captive's cunt. Instead, he bent forward and started to lick the soft white skin inside the girl's right knee! She looked at him, his hands cradling her heavy tits, unable to figure out what he was up to. She still felt tinges of anticipation in her belly.
Larry's tongue began slavering downward, leav�ing a wet trail on her thigh. A sudden sensation electrified Ronni's cunt. His eager tongue was coming ever closer to her wide-open pussy.
His tongue trailed off her wet thigh and lapped across the slash of her pussy. "Ahhhhh!" she yelled, grabbing his head with both hands as intense pleasure filled her cunt. "Oh, yesss!"
Larry drew his tongue up her cunt-slit, then flicked tantalizingly against her asshole before delving between her sensitive inner cunt lips, lick�ing upwards to the vee of pink pussy-flesh sur�rounding her clit. She cried out and ground her suddenly drooling pussy hard against his face. She had expected torment-but not this kind!
Larry stirred his tongue in a slow, excruciating circle just inside the opening of Ronni's cunt. She felt her sweet pussy-sauces begin to flow. A stream of cunt-honey trickled from her cunt and ran coolly down to wet her asshole.
Larry made grunting, lustful noises as he drank in the fragrant wine of Ronni's pussy. His thumbs pulled her glistening pussy-flaps apart and he buried his face between them, wagging his head from side to side.
Ronni cried out again. Uncontrollable ecstasy coursed through her naked body. Her tits seemed to be swelling, and her nipples were sensitized with joy. The air washing over her nipples was almost as delicious as the tongue whipping her cunt-juice to a lather of lust-but not quite!
Larry may not have been bright, he may not have been subtle, but he knew his way around a woman's pussy. His long thick forefinger probed deep into Ronni's pussy and his broad thumb wormed its way inside her asshole. This time the beautiful black-haired prisoner didn't object to the invasion of her saucy ass. It still hurt a little to have something crammed up her ass, but that only added a kinky thrill to the delight of having her pussy sucked and finger-fucked simultaneously.
With two fingers, Larry spread the top of Ronni's pussy wide, so that her inflated clit stuck out like a pink .pearl. His tongue reached out to flick her clit. "Yeeeahh!" the girl wailed. Her legs tautened, trying to drive her pussy into her tor-mentor's face, striving to crush her clit against his hard front teeth.
But Larry was not to be rushed. He rode the wildly writhing girl like a bucking bronco. He kept fucking her pussy and asshole with his powerful fingers, while his tongue flicked maddeningly at her clit which stuck out greedily from the folds of her cunt.
Then he wrapped his lips around Ronni's cunt and sucked for all he was worth.
She came.
"Eeeeaaahhh!!" she screamed. Ronni's hands pulled his face against her cunt. His chin jabbed into her oozing cunt as spasms of pleasure racked her pussy-tunnel and shook her lovely body. She was sitting with her legs up on either side of him, her head rocking violently back and forth in time to the waves of ecstasy washing over her. His thumb fucked her asshole furiously, while his finger swirled around and around inside her convulsing cunt. Her pussy seemed to be sucking at his finger with all the strength of her healthy young body.
"Yes!" she cried. "Oh yes! Eat my pussy! It feels so good!"
His tongue never faltered, tickling the tip of her alit as he applied delightful suction with his mouth. A flood of cunt-sauce drooled out around Larry's finger and ran down his thumb. Orgasm after orgasm shook the girl's body.
Then the oral grip on her clit was broken.
Larry's tongue was licking up through the black forest of fur matting her cunt, up the smooth round curve of her belly, up to her succulent titflesh, swooping around a taut, quivering nipple as his mouth took in the tip of the delectable tit, to apply the same kind of sucking it had been dealing her clit. Ronni could feel the heat of his swollen cock-head against the dripping lips of her pussy.
"Oh god, fuck me, please, let me feel that great big prick crammed all the way to my tonsils!"
In her lustful frenzy, she used words that would have usually shocked her. Not now. Now she would have done anything to feel her pussy being stuffed full of the young man's gigantic shaft of cock!
Ronni didn't have long to wait. As he sucked fervently at her tit, her fingers encircled his super-heated cock and steered it into the wet, willing paradise of her pussy. The head of the prick met her cunt-flaps. They kissed the cock joyously, then swarmed around to take the hard cockmeat in. They both sighed as Larry fucked his cock slowly into the waiting cunt.
To the feverish young man, her tight wet cunt swallowing his cock felt cool. It made his prick vibrate anew with lust, The pleasure of feeling his prick surrounded by clinging soft walls of pussy was increased by the oily smoothness of the cock's passage up Ronni's twat. She groaned and gripped his arms. Her nipples dug into his chest like tiny spear points.
The last of his cock disappeared into her needy cunt. He ground the base of his prick into her splayed-out cuntlips. The silken insides of Ronni's pussy flaps were rasped teasingly by the coarse hair clumped around his prick. He slipped his fingers under her resilient asscheeks and raised his mouth to hers for a tongue-twining kiss that was as juicy as her lusting pussy.
Her arms wrapped around his neck. She tightened her thighs around his body, squirming her pussy harder onto his cock. His fingers locked in the tender flesh of her ass, rolling her lovely lithe body around, prodding the inmost depths of her cunt with his rock-hard cock.
Ronni felt something touch her hands. Something was being wrapped around them-her wrists were being tied! For a moment her blue eyes went wide with panic. She saw Anita, naked and shining with lustful sweat, tying her wrists with nylon rope. Then Larry forced her rump down so her clit was smashed between her hard public bone and the steelly rigidity of his cock. She moaned wantonly into his mouth and closed her eyes, oblivious to everything but the titanic cock plumbing her pussy.
The boy rolled to one side. Impaled on his magnificent prick, Ronni had no choice but to roll with him. Larry wound up on his back with the tall black-haired girl sitting astride him, her knees drawn up at his sides, her sopping cunt greedily devouring the hard hugeness of his cock. The act of rolling and reversing their positions, without the mighty cock once leaving her pussy, made her short of breath. She pressed her face against his muscular neck, breathing hoarsely to fill her lungs for a fresh frenzy of fucking.
Larry released her asscheeks. She could almost feel the fingermarks molded into the pliant hillocks of her ass by his strong hands. He gripped her thighs and thrust upwards. His pubic bone pressed against her clit. "Ghaad!" she gasped as hot delight flashed through her well-fucked pussy.
Then with a vicious whistle, the cat-o'-nine-tails slashed down to land on her bare, upturned ass.
"Ohhh!" Her ass went down, blazing with pain. Her body reared up in terror and unbearable pain-only to be stopped short with a brutal wrench to her bound wrists. She couldn't move-couldn't escape the hideous assault of the whip!
The whiplash on the ass tightened every muscle in Ronni's body in a spasm of pain. Larry's eyes were wide-open. He gawked like a beached fish at the aftereffects of the sudden crushing pressure of Ronni's pussy on his cock-it had almost overload�ed the pleasure centers of his brain!
Smiling, her nipples ballooning with sadistic joy, Anita raised the whip again. She never tired of the sight of angry red whipmarks-stark against the white perfection of Ronni's asscheeks. It served her right anyway, the bitch. She was so prissy-so up-tight. She looked down on girls who-gave it away. She looked down on Anita.
And now she was paying for it!
Ronni threw her head back as flaming pain splashed across her rump like burning napalm. "Yiiiaaah!" she shrieked. She struggled to free herself. But her arms were inextricably bound around Larry's neck-and her cunt was pinned by his enormous prick!
Her vulnerable asscheeks again felt the cut of the whip. Her hips rolled frantically from side to side. The agony was intolerable. But she could do nothing!
Larry was lying with his body as stiff as his cock, his fingers clamped in a death grip on her thighs. He couldn't even move for the fabulous sensations that surged around his cock. The wild,. unrestrain�ed thrashing of the girl's body as the whip cut her ass to ribbons made her cunt do things to his cock he'd never even thought about!
Anita made the whip sing-punctuated by the slap of braided leather on soft assflesh. Once more Ronni's pert ass was a mass of puffy weals. The leather knots dug cruelly into the spongy assflesh at every blow.
Each blow made Ronni jerk and scream louder. But there was a message coming to her brain, cutting through the agony that welled from her ass. Larry's cock was still balls-deep in her pussy, after all, and it was still huge and rigid as ever.
She was getting turned on again!
It was too much. She gave a despairing cry and fell forward, burying her face in the hollow of Larry's shoulder. It left her ass sticking invitingly up in the air, but she didn't care any more. She deserved the torment, unbearable- as it was. She was getting off on being tied-up and raped by her tormentors-she had even tried to give the boy who was raping her the fucking of his life! And now the boy's torture-maddened sister was flaying Ronni's ass with uninhibited savagery-and still her body was responding with lust and ecstasy. She was as perverted as her captors!
"Oh, no!"
The wail burst from her lips after yet another downstroke of the merciless many-thonged whip, but it was as much a cry of agony of the soul as it was agony of her abused ass.
Larry was returning to life now, fucking his cock back and forth and from side to side inside her pussy. She knew that, despite her pain and fear and raging self-hatred. And she was about to come again!
It seemed Anita could sense it too. She redoubled her assault on Ronni's jutting asscheeks. The smack of the ship against the hide of Ronni's ass was loud as a pistol shot, and the black-haired captive's voice rang with screams of pain and pleasure.
Suddenly Larry went mad. Ronni's anguished squirmings about his upright pillar of cock had increased the power of his lust beyond all reckon�ing.
He began fucking her with all his incredible strength, plowing his prick into her pussy with a force that sent her ass flying high in the air. And each time an upstroke of Larry's cock raised Ronni's ass up, the whip slashed in a sizzling downward arc to meet her ass and crush the girl even harder onto his prick.
At every slash of the whip across her ass, Ronni's pussy tightened around Larry's cock. She could feel his cock pulse more violently every time her cunt clutched his cock-shaft. His firm chest rubbed her nipples, pressing them deep into the pillowy masses of her tits.
The reflexive clenchings of her cunt were so rhythmic and forceful that Ronni didn't even know it when she started coming. All at once, she was clinging fiercely to Larry, her ass was pumping up and down at fantastic speed. She was shrieking in his ear with pain and pleasure-and an ecstasy that transcended both!
The whip slashed down to rip her tender ass. Larry's cock exploded with a stream of cum that rebounded almost painfully against the far wall of her cunt. Ronni sucked in a shuddering breath. Then her own climax rushed over her in an unbearable torrent of delight.
Chapter Seven
For a delicious moment, Ronni floated on a sea of pleasure. She felt Larry's huge prick fountaining jism into her pussy. Anita's whip came streaking down on her ass again. The agony set off a fresh spasm of orgasm in the captive's beautiful, bound body.
Ronni lay quivering from the intensity of her climax. Larry's spewing prick was so big and hard inside her cunt she could barely stand it. The solid�ity of his pectoral muscles thrilled her tits, and the hot glow from her whipped asscheeks fed the flames of her orgasm.
Larry's arms encircled her, squeezing the breath from her as her pussy squeezed burst after burst of cum from his mighty cock. The boy was still star�ing glassily at the ceiling as he fucked his prick in and out of the morass of Ronni's cunt. The rhythmic pressure of her contracting cunt on his cock sent pulses of pleasure shooting the length of his powerful body.
Finally, his prick delivered the last of his jism far into the greedy depths of Ronni's pussy. The cock continued to pulsate with the aftershocks of his tumultuous orgasm. Ronni's cunt kept sucking at Larry's prick even as it started to go limp.
A final spasm of orgasm sent Larry's limp cock shooting out of the captive's cunt in a welter of cum-diluted by clear, fragrant cunt oils. His cock dropped across the young man's crotch. Ronni's `slack-lipped cunt drooled jism and pussy-sauce.
Ronni let out a long, shaky breath. The agony in her abused ass warred with the warmth of climax that still filled her body. She felt Larry stir beneath her, disentangling himself from her bound arms. His chest excited her still-taut nipples as he slid out from under her. She went limp, lying on her belly with her red-welted ass up in the air, her cunt pleasantly full of delight and Larry's cum, her face cradled in her arms.
Something touched the back of her head and stroked down to her cheek. Anita stood nearby she'd shed her smock to stand naked before her startled prisoner. Several locks of her chestnut hair hung down beside her round, wicked face. Her areolas were big and dark. Her nipples stuck out like fat brown thumbs. A rivulet of shiny cunt-juice ran down the inside of her perfect thighs. The smell of hungry cunt was hot and musky in Ronni's nostrils.
Anita's eyes were beacons of green fire. "You t know what I want," Anita said hoarsely.
Numbly, Ronni shook her head.
Anita's pink tongue protruded from her mouth, it circling her full red lips. "Lick me," she whispered. "Lick my pussy. Make me feel good!"
Ronni stared at her. She didn't comprehend what the other girl was asking. Even though she'd just gotten off spectacularly while being whipped and raped by her captors, what Anita was ask�ing-almost pleading for her to do-was almost unimaginable. With a guilty start, she remembered wishing Anita would lick her pussy, earlier. Now her stomach turned at the very thought of doing the same for another woman-especially the wan-ton, sadistic slut who was responsible for her predicament!
Anita apparently thought that Ronni didn't understand. While she continued to pet Ronni's cheek, the other slipped across her magnificent body, cupping a full tit before stealing down across the slightly rounded belly and into the thick .thatch of fur that covered her cunt. Two fingers went into Anita's pussy, opening it like a pink-petalled flower blossoming before Ronni's eyes. Ronni gasped and turned away as the full aroma of that dripping, aroused twat hit her full in the face.
Anita slapped her. "Bitch!" she shouted: "You won't eat my pussy, huh? Not good enough for you? We'll see about that!"
Insane anger rang in Anita's voice. Ronni sat up, trying to swing her legs ' off the bed, trying to get away. The chain affixed to her right ankle stopped her short. She turned back to see what Anita was doing.
The cat-o'-nine-tails caught Ronni full across the tits. She shrieked as her tits flared with agony. She fell back, her legs kicking the air, her bound arms hugging tightly to her throbbing tits.
She felt iron-strong fingers grip one of her thighs and yank. Her legs parted involutarily. The whip sang viciously as it descended right on the gaping mouth of her pussy!
"Eeyaaahh!" she screamed as the knotted thongs bit the delicate lips of her cunt. The pain was unbearable.
Ronni tried to clamp her legs shut. The whip wrapped itself around the inside of her left thigh. The silky flesh burned intensely. Her legs spread apart instinctively, trying to escape the searing caress of leather.
Anita jerked her roughly around so that the chain drew tight again, pinning Ronni's right leg to the mattress. Then Anita put a hand on the inside of Ronni's left knee and pressed it down. Her legs were wide open. Her pussy was unfolded, totally exposed to the cruel touch of the whip.
Anita lost no time in bringing the whip into ac�tion again. Ronni's body rocked as if jolted by an electric current as the whip smacked her pussy. The leather flayed the insides of her pussy-flaps as the force of the blow drove her sore ass deep into the mattress.
"God! Oh it hurts-you're tearing my pussy to shreds!" Her wild screams of torment were cut off by a wet, warm mat that settled over her 'mouth. Her lips tried to close, feeling something slick and rubbery between them. An acrid taste and odor overwhelmed her.
Ronni's blue eyes, firmly closed against the pain, snapped open. Above her face, she saw two rounded, protruding brown mounds. In the crevice between those mounds was a dimpled depression with a small, tightly shut orifice. Crisp hair tickled Ronni's nostrils.
She recognized the smell.
It was Anita's cunt. The girl was sitting on her face!
Abruptly fresh fire raged in her own pussy. Ron�ni screamed.
Anita threw back her head and added her cry to Ronni's shout. "Yes! That feel so nice!"
It felt as though the lips of Ronni's pussy had been torn away. The agony pounded into her cunt with unbearable force. Hot cunt-sauces ran into her open mouth, choking her. "Eat my pussy," Anita commanded. "Make me feel real good. Or else I'll give you more of-this!"
For emphasis, Anita brought the whip screaming down again.
A shiver ran through Anita's legs. Ronni could feel the incredible excitement building in her tormentor's luscious body. The brunette's pussy-oils streamed into her mouth, down her cheeks. The scent of cunt made her stomach churn.
"This is your last warning!" she heard Anita cry/ The words were almost cut off by the walls of firm feminine flesh pressing against both sides of her head. "Lick my cunt and lick it good, or I'll really make you hurt, bitch!"
Ronni closed her eyes. For a moment, it seemed the world was spinning about her as though she were on a phonograph turntable. The touch of Anita's slimy pussy lips on her mouth was repug�nant enough. The idea of actively licking or suck�ing that moist, reeking mess of a pussy made her want to die.
But even dying would be preferable to feeling the whip on her pussy again.
Hesitantly, Ronni opened her mouth. Anita felt the motion and quivered expectantly. More cunt-oil oozed onto Ronni's mouth. The powerfully pussy-flavor came near to robbing her of her deter�mination. What would happen if the concentrated taste of pussy made her sick? Then she thought of the special evil light in Anita's eyes, and she thought about branding irons and screams in the night.
Ronni stuck out her tongue.
Anita sighed at the touch of Ronni's tongue sliding up between her waiting pussy-flaps. Ronni's stomach clenched into a knot . She'd never imagined that a woman's pussy-flavor would be this strong!
There was no turning back. Ronni fed an inch of tongue up into the hungering cunt. She felt the pleasure beginning to stir Anita to a slow, languorous rotation of the hips, swirling the oily pussy around Ronni's stabbing tongue. Ronni took a deep, pussy-scented breath and ran her tongue up the tender, tasty furrow of Anita's cunt.
The sliding caress of the tongue between Anita's velvety cunt lips thrilled her incredibly. The knowledge that the tongue, so inexpertly-but avidly-teasing her pussy, belonged to a very beautiful and very unwilling victim only made her carnal delight that much more intense!
Ronni's tongue reached the top of Anita's gash. Her tongue hesitated. Anita was poised above her, waiting eagerly, almost desperately, for the nerve-searing contact of Ronni's tongue against her swollen clit.
It didn't come. Ronni's nose was thrust far into Anita's pussy, and the air she breathed was thick with the aroma of well-lathered cunt. She pulled her nose from Anita's cunt lips and licked back down the drooling slash of her cunt.
"Damn you," Anita said. But she didn't lash out at her victim's exposed cunt.
Ronni ran her tongue up and down the slavering pussy-slit with long strokes. It was becoming easier all the time. The smell and taste wasn't bad, once you got used to its intensity. And there was something strange and sensuous about being able to literally feel the sexual pleasure tingling in Anita's nerves as her pussy was licked by her cap�tive's tongue. Even the rubbery feel and oily wetness of the pussymeat wasn't half bad. Anita's cunt lips had an odd, vital feeling to them, as if they were alive with the pleasure Ronni was dealing out.
Ronni's stroked back up Anita's cunt and her nose dipped into Anita's wet cunt-hole. This time Ronni didn't avoid touching the waiting clit with her tongue. Her tongue flicked out, dripping with pussy-sauce, and stabbed hard against her pearly clit.
"Oh, that's fine!" Anita bent backwards like a bow, cupping her ripe tits in eager hands, grinding her wide-open cunt down on Ronni's face. Ronni's nose plumbed deeper into the perfumed well of Anita's clit. They were operating on the same wavelength. Ronni could sense what made Anita's cunt feel good, and she could respond to its demands.
She found herself wanting to!
Anita's hands went down and fastened on Ron�ni's pale tits. She kneaded the pliant masses of suc�culent flesh, rolling the nipples under her palms.
"Uh, yesss!" Ronni sighed.
There was no denying it anymore. Ronni was getting turned-on by this-this Lesbian cunt lap-ping! And it didn't bother her.
Later, when the fires of lust that had replaced the fires of pain in her whipped pussy died down, would come the remorse, the shame, the sickness. But not now. All that existed was Anita's cunt, its rich sweet taste and delightful feel and the way it took the sensations Ronni's tongue dealt out.
In her fever of forbidden lust, it seemed to Ronni that Anita's pussy was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. She only wished her hands were free so that she could part the petals of Anita's pussy and let her tongue scour every square inch of delectable cunt-flesh, then hold the mouth of her cunt wide while her tongue explored its tempting depths. And she wished that Anita would return the favor!
It was as if the brown-haired young wanton read Ronni's mind. Her hands released Ronni's tits, and then she let herself fall forward so that her big tits were flattening themselves against Ronni's stomach. Ronni felt the hard nipples drilling into her chest. She moaned with excitement.
The rope and Anita's hand still held her legs far apart but there was no need to do so. Ronni wouldn't have refused Anita access to her cunt for anything in the world!
Anita breathed across Ronni's suddenly oozing pussy, and then Anita's mouth blended with the mouth of Ronni's cunt in a kiss that delighted Ron�ni to the depths of her soul. Anita sucked her pussy lips, wagging her head from side to side and suck�ing the flavorful cunt-dew from them while fabulous sensations raged in Ronni's pussy.
Her captor was paying her back with interest, and Ronni did her best to make sure Anita got as good as she gave. She brought her bound hands wriggling up so that her fingertips could part the upper end of Anita's cunt and bare her clit com�pletely to the attentions of her tongue. Ronni brought her tongue up, thrust it tantalizingly into the well of Anita's pussy, drawing it across the rumpled flesh of the girl's perineum to run linger�ingly around the rim of her asshole.
"Oh, yeah!" Anita moaned. This time Ronni felt the burning delight of words reverberating on her naked clit.
Anita licked Ronni's cunt dog-fashion-as Ron�ni had done to her at first. Then her fingers spread the black-bearded pussy wide. The clit stuck out like a pink marble from Ronni's cunt. She swirled her tongue in an ever-narrowing circle around it,taking sadistic delight at the way her captive tensed in unbearable anticipation. Anita prolonged the moment as long as she could, while Ronni's tongue went wild in her pussy. Then, feeling the relentless onslaught of orgasm, Anita fastened her lips firmly on the erect clit and sucked. Her tongue jabbed at the end of Ronni's imprisoned clit.
Ronni's ass bucked off the mattress, smashing her clit between her pubic bone and Anita's lower teeth. Her cunt seemed to be crawling with delight. Anita's brimming pussy was heaven to touch and to taste, and Ronni loved the feel of pleasure building in the other girl's perfect body.
All that was needed to make her own joy com�plete was to have something long and hard fucked into her hungry cunt!
Once again, Anita's knowledge of cunt-eating came to the rescue. While one hand held Ronni's cunt open, her other hand reached for the cat-o'-nine-tails and rammed seven inches of its handle up the black-haired girl's cunt!
The leather-wrapped handle driving up her pussy set Ronni off like a firecracker. She screamed and came, the violent clenchings of her cunt practically tearing the whip away from Anita's hand. Her body jerked and bucked as Ronni smashed her pussy against her tormentor's face, driving her clit into the other's eager mouth and impaling her pussy on the unyielding whip-handle.
Her forefingers dug in on either side of Anita's clit. Anita's eyes went wide. It was like having a cattle prod touched to her clit. Cunt juice flooded from her pussy and covered Ronni's nose.
Anita's incredibly skillful tongue never ceased its assault on the captive's inflated clit. She moved her head rapidly in a circle, rolling the trapped clit be�tween her teeth, while her hand furiously fucked the handle of the whip in and out of Ronni's cunt.
Somehow Ronni sensed her captor was teetering on the brink of orgasm. No matter how much she hated Anita, how much the brown-haired girl abused her-how much she'd certainly abuse her in the future-Ronni felt the overwhelming need to share her ecstasy with the girl whose fantastic cunt eating was making her come and come again!
It called for extreme. measures. She slurped her tongue in and out of Anita's pussy, twirling it around between the dripping, delicious pussy lips, until she could feel the tension built up in Anita's brown-furred pussy demanding release. Then she reached with her mouth and very gently nipped Anita's clit with her teeth.
Anita went insane. She thrust the whip handle farther into her captive's cunt, and practically sucked Ronni's clit out of its socket as a cataclysmic orgasm hit her like a falling building. The soggy, cunt-scented handle flew in and out of Ronni's cunt making a sucking noise-covering Anita's face with a fine spray of pussy-juice. Anita's head went from side to side, teasing the clit trapped in her mouth, whipping it with her tongue as savagely as she'd whipped it with the cat-o'-nine-tails only moments before.
The two girls, one tall and lean and raven-haired, the other brown-haired and tan and round, strove and squirmed together in the grip of orgasm after orgasm. Joined together-tasty young cunt to hungry young mouth-they drove each other to heights of ecstasy. Even Anita, experienced at giv�ing and receiving head, had never before known a cunt-eater that made her body so splendidly full of orgasmic delight.
Grunting and moaning and slobbering into each other's pussy, the girls rolled their faces between their partner's thighs until they were smeared all over with gleaming pussy oil. They ate cunt with single-minded devotion until they had wrung the last pulse of orgasm out of each other-and even then they lay in the honeyed aftermath of their shared climaxes and licked lovingly at the spent, savory mouths of each other's cunt.
Chapter Eight
Ronni moaned, snuggling against Anita's naked body. The smell of pussy was ripe in her nostrils. She licked again along the oozing slit of the brown-haired teen-eager's pussy. The conflagration of lust that had consumed her earlier had died to a warm glow of erotic satisfaction. She licked at Anita's cunt simply to sample its delicious taste.
She felt Anita's tongue stirring in languid circles within her own pussy.
"Mmmmm," Ronni said. She rolled her hips around the other girl's stiff tongue, savoring the feel of it in her cunt.
Anita's full brown tits flattened against Ronni's belly. She let out a long sigh of joy. Her mouth was smeared with delicious cunt oils, and her tongue detected tangy remnants of her brother's cum in the sweet sauces oozing from her captive's pussy.
Once more, Ronni's tongue stroked along her pussy lips. She shivered. Her body was beginning to tingle again with irresistible sexual excitement. It was partly from the attention Ronni was paying her pussy-but it was mostly something else. It was looking forward to the next thing on the agenda for young Veronica Warlike that made Anita's pussy begin to water with resurgent lust!
Anita heard the door open. Warm air washed over her body, flowing over her upturned ass. Then the door closed.
The black-haired girl muttered soft protests as Anita swung her legs over and removed her pussy from its embrace with Ronni's mouth. Anita turned sinuously and planted a kiss on Ronni's lips. After a moments' hesitation, Ronni's lips parted and Anita's tongue slipped into her mouth. Their tongues twined lewdly together-still thick with cunt-juice.
Anita's hand moved gradually down Ronni's white body. Ronni moaned around a mouthful of tongue as Anita rolled a stiff nipple between her thumb and forefinger.. Then her hand moved down toward the trim black triangle of pussy fur tucked between Ronni's slender thighs. Ronni trembled in anticipation as she felt a warm hand cupping her cunt. Anita deftly parted the flaps of her pussy and began finger-fucking.
Ronni was getting turned-on again-just after the incredible surge of orgasm she'd gotten from the mutual cunt-eating! Anita may have been a sadistic slut, and getting intense sexual pleasure from another woman may have been perverted, but all Ronni felt was sheer delight from mounting pas�sion.
Anita's fingers were coated with the slippery juices of Ronni's cunt. Ronni raised her bound hands and clumsily fondled Anita's big tits. "Oh, yes, baby, that feels so good. Just keep finger-fucking my pussy forever!" she sighed as Anita licked the soft flesh of her neck.
Anita's middle finger flicked maddeningly against Ronni's clit. The girl tensed as though shocked. "I've got something you'll like even more," she purred. Anita ran her tongue around the inside of Ronni's ear, making her body go tense with electric excitement. "Just close your eyes and swing your. sweet legs off the edge of the bed."
Ronni obeyed. She grabbed Anita's tits and began kneading. them with both hands. Her tits were soft and springy and moist with perspiration. The skin around the ripe tits was silky-smooth.
At Anita's urging, Ronni lay with her ass on the edge of the mattress-her legs spread wide to open her dripping cunt to the air. She felt cunt-honey drying coolly across the mouth of her pussy. Anita kept fucking her, slow and sensuously, with two stiff fingers.
The brunette took Ronni's arms and moved them up above her head. Then she dropped her face toward the top of one snowy tit. "Ahhhhhh," Ronni moaned, with exquisite delight, as Anita captured a nipple between her ruby lips.
The stimulation of the fingers in her cunt and the mouth closed around her tit was a sweet, insistent pleasure for Ronni. Not for a moment did she notice how skilfully her captor had manipulated her. The chain was stretched taut between her right ankle and the other end of the bed, holding her leg in place. Her arms were drawn up where she could no longer use them to protect her naked, vulnerable body.
But protection did not concern her. Anita's fingers had started to spiral in and out of her brim fining pussy in a corkscrew motion that took Ronni's breath away. And the way the brown-haired girl was using lips, tongue, and teeth on the imprisoned nubbin of titflesh made Ronni's tits fill up with prickly delight. She was feeling too good to think about anything else.
Anita let go of her tit. The nipple, which had been pressed deep into the cushion of her tit by Anita's tongue, popped upright. It was as slender as her little finger and a dark, rich red. Anita slap�ped it lightly with her tongue.
"Unnnnnnh," Ronni moaned.
"You like that, darling?" Anita asked. "I'll do it again."
She was as good as her word. Her thumb found the button of Ronni's clit and began to work it in a grinding circle as she lapped repeatedly at the rigid nipple.
Ronni was rapidly going out of her mind. She thought her body had exhausted the last of its erotic energies in the wild bout of pussy-lapping she'd just engaged in with Anita. It should have taken hours to get her batteries recharged. But she was completely turned-on again already!
"Oh, yeah," she murmured. "Just keep flicking my nipple like that, baby. My tits feel like they're going to explode. Oh, I'm going to come soon-keep it up, darling!"
Anita did. Her own tits lay on Ronni's belly, and the nipples felt like marbles.
Then someone licked Ronni's cunt.
Ecstasy exploded through Ronni's body. "Aiiiyah!" she cried. Her body arched like a bow, lifting Anita off the bed along with her. She clench�ed the mattress in both hands as pleasure boiled in-side her pussy.
"Do it again! Oh please, lick my pussy some more!" The mysterious cunt Tapper obliged, with a series of long, loose, wet strokes that sent Ronni rapidly to the brink of orgasm.
The pussy licking was interspersed with Anita's forefinger probing back into the cistern of Ronni's cunt. The thumb never let up its pressure on the captive's clit, and that strong, skillful tongue tormented Ronni's tit unmercifully. Anita and the pussy eater worked Ronni into a fever of lust that was literally unbearable.
Everything happened at once. Something hairy and heavy landed on Ronni's belly. Anita slithered down the gleaming length of Ronni's body and grabbed her left leg, trapping it as securely as the chain held her other leg. And from behind, some-one seized Ronni's wrists, running a length of plastic-covered clothesline between them, below the rope that bound them, and tied them tight to a leg of the bed. Ronni's body was bent diagonally across the mattress-with her arms sticking out. Her eyes snapped open and she tried to sit up. The clothesline held her back. But she did get far enough up to see what was lying atop her.
Framed between her huge tits was the face of a large black dog!
She gasped. Even as she watched, the animal locked his forelegs around her waist. His sleek body hunched back and forth rhythmically. With horror, Ronni realized what was happening.
"My God!" she yelped. "He's trying to fuck me!"
Anita was wrapped around Ronni's left leg, grin�ning up at her. The heavy tanned tits hung to either side of Ronni's thigh-brown against succulent white. "Of course," she said. "You're just too hot to resist. While we were eating each other, Larry slipped next door and took him from our neighbor's yard. He's a beauty, isn't he?"
Ronni's stomach churned. "No!"
"His name's Rex. He's a purebred Doberman. Rex, meet Ronni. You'll love her!" She laughed at her own coarse humor.
"Sure's shit looks like he's trying to," Larry said. This was a long speech for the moronic-looking youth, who stood to one side with his arms crossed over his brawny chest. He was sulking because he'd been getting the dog while Ronni and Anita sucked on each other's cunt.
But now he was getting an eyeful-and of something a lot more exotic than a pair of scrump�tious teeny-boppers going down on each other. After licking the tied-up girl's cunt and getting a good taste of the sexual, excitement that possessed Ronni, Rex was horny and ready to go. His small scarlet cock stabbed the tender flesh of Ronni's cuntlips as he tried furiously to fuck her waiting pussy.
"No." Ronni's, voice was tight and ragged like cloth stretched to the tearing point. "No! You can't let him do this. You can't let that dog fuck me!"
Anita smiled at the way her victim's voice turned into a frantic scream. "Sure I can," she said. "It's what I'm doing, isn't it? Just think how it'll feel, that hot little doggie-dick fucking in and out of your sweet little cunt. And all that boiling dog �jism-"
Her words were lost in Ronni's shriek. Rex found the range at last and sunk his cock to the furry hilt in the depths of the captive's pussy!
The dog's cock went easily into the well-oiled pussy. The walls of Ronni's cunt seemed to shrink away from contact with the little cock's slimy shaft.
"Ghaaad!" she shrieked. "It's in me! I can feel his cock in my cunt!"
In horror and panic, Ronni's cunt clamped down on Rex's stiff prick. He grunted and pulled it out. She wailed in half-crazed relief.. She'd been violated-her pussy contaminated by the invasion of an animal's erect prick-but it was over.
At once the dog stuck his prick back into the prisoner's twat.
This time he had Ronni's measure. He started fucking her hard and fast, drawing his prick back until just the tip remained between the pink lips of her pussy, then ramming his cock home again so that the short rough fur of his stomach rasped Ronni's crotch. Her leg muscles strained as she tried to escape, but Anita and the chain held her still. The clothesline bit into Ronni's wrists as she pulled frantically against it.
It was terrible! That her fellow human beings would tie her to a bed and stand by and watch while she was raped by an animal-the Jedsons were no better than animals themselves! And to have Anita actually holding her down to the lust-maddened dog could fuck her, leering at her with glowing green eyes in which Ronni seemed to read a touch of envy since it was her cunt, not Anita's, being invaded with metronomic regularity and demonic force by the dog's prick-it was too monstrous to imagine!
Ronni writhed mindlessly on the mattress. Sweat stood out all over her magnificent body, and her nipples were as taut as they'd been at the peak of her earlier sexual frenzy.
The dog smelled the salty aroma of her sweat. It turned him on more. She could actually feel him building the tempo of his fucking steadily!
It was almost worse than being whipped. No, she thought, it was worse. The whippings only left marks on her body-temporary ones at that. But the invasion of her cunt by the filthy cock of an animal left its stain upon her soul. She felt as if she'd never be clean again!
"Uh! Uh! Ahhhh!" She'd never experienced such powerful fucking. The fantastic speed and bestial vigor with which Rex plied his prick in and out of her dripping cunt stretched her pussy walls as much as a larger human cock.
And as delightfully!
With sudden shock, Ronni realized that her pussy was still secreting its fragrant lubricants. No longer did it have the skillful ministrations of Anita's tongue and fingers to keep it interested. By rights, her pussy should have been bone-dry with revulsion at having a dog's cock inside it. But the rivulets of cunt-honey running down her thighs told different.
She was getting off being raped by a dog!
"No! No!" Her wail seemed to fill the garage. Anita's answering laugh was musical and wicked.
"I told you you'd like it!" she told her captive. She squeezed Ronni's thigh.
"No! No I-ohhh, God, no! Yes! I love it! I can't stop! It's wrong-but I want him to keep fucking meeeee!"
Anita kissed Ronni's thigh. To her own appalled amazement, Ronni made no effort to kick the dog away or squirm aside and deny his cock access to her pussy. She kept her legs as far apart as they'd go to let that prick into her cunt!
The growing urgency of passion in her pussy began to exert its control over her body. Her hips started rocking back and forth, fucking her pussy on the pistoning length of cockmeat the dog was giving her. At the same time, she tightened the muscles of her cunt around the driving shaft of the dog's cock.
She could feel Rex's lust growing, too. He was fucking her faster, impossible as that seemed to thepassion-dazed girl. The dog's long pink tongue lolled over his black lower lip. His teeth were yellow and sharp. He drooled constantly on his vic�tim's bare belly.
"Oof!"
He was pushing himself forward with his muscular hindlegs. His pushing brought his sliding cock into closer contact with Ronni's engorged clit. Ronni gasped. The friction of the pumping cock made her clit and her pussy explode with incredible sensations!
She gave herself up fully to forbidden delight. She planted her feet on the cold cement floor and used the leverage to fuck her pussy on the animal's cock with all the strength and agility in her lithe young body. She could never keep up with the strength and speed of his fucking-no mere human could. But the illicit lust that gripped her demand�ed that she try to stroke back against his pussy-probing cock!
Anita stood behind her brother. Most of his sullenness had given way to slack jawed wonder. The dog's hips were a blur as they jerked back and forth, jamming his cock in and out of Ronni's cunt. And the naked girl's beautiful body moved with the lewd, sinuous grace of a belly dancer as her pussy took his scarlet cock in-and begged for more. Her tits had swollen with her mounting ecstasy, and the nipples stood up stiffly.
Larry licked his lips. His cock was an enormous bulge inside his pants. He'd pulled them on without benefit of underwear when he'd gone out to collect the dog. Now his sister pulled down his zipper and yanked his massive cock free.
"Give it to me, brother dear," she husked. "Fuck me. I need that cock all the way up to my tonsils-God, this is making me horny!"
Larry pulled his jeans down around his thighs as his sister turned and bent over, grabbing her knees. Her nutbrown pussy-thatch peeked invitingly be�tween the tops of her brown thighs and slightly pink ass. He grabbed her asscheeks and rammed his cock all the way up her pussy in one smooth motion. "Ahhhh," she sighed as her brother's giant cock filled her cunt.
Ronni didn't notice the sound. She was oblivious to anything but the dog fucking her pussy-and the need to fuck him back with everything she had! Some wild, bestial urge inside her was forcing her on, warping her perceptions, so that giving this animal the most fantastic ball of his life took on paramount importance.
She was balanced on the very brink of climax. She could feel the first hints of tension in herpussy-the sudden rapture that would soon grow around the dog's hard, stabbing cock.
"Ohhh, no, baby, it feels too good. Don't ever stop! Let me feel that fabulous doggie-cock in my cunt till I explode!"
Anita almost exploded herself. To hear her cap�tive actually begging for the dog to fuck her what a trip! She'd achieved the complete and utter degradation of another human being. She'd reduc�ed lovely, innocent Veronica Warnke to the level of an animal!
That left one more thing. Only one more barrier past which the luscious young captive could be pushed.
The ultimate one.
The thought of the pain she'd soon be giving Ronni made Anita feel the need for pain, also. She loved pain. She loved to feel it in her victims and she loved to feel it-in smaller doses-herself.
"Larry!" she shrieked. "My ass-fuck your great big cock up my ass! Do it harder, lover! Hurt me! Rip my asshole with your big hard cock!"
The boy's prick slurped out of her pussy. A shaking hand guided the pussy-sauce-smeared prick to the tight pucker of Anita's asshole. The rigid cock bent slightly as it pushed at the portal of hs sister's ass. Then Anita's asshole relaxed.
The brown-haired girl screamed as nine inches of incredibly thick cock surged up the tunnel of her ass.
Her heavy tits swung freely in the air. The nip�ples seemed to vibrate with lust. Her fingers dug pale dimples in her legs as her brother's cock began reaming out her asshole.
"Oh, oh, oh-God, it's good!" Ronni's head was turning from side to side, whipping her black hair across her face. Her blue eyes were glazed with unbearable passion. The dog's small cock fucked her pussy making a sloppy sucking sound. His belly was smeared with rank cunt oils. Pussy-sauce slob�bered down her asscheeks and stained the mattress.
Ronni's body felt taut as a bowstring. Her every muscle was clenched with urgency. She could no longer separate one cock-stroke from another. The Doberman's fucking was an endless pulsation of ecstasy!
It was like a car cresting the top of a hill and then coasting down the other side. Ronni was over the brink before she knew it, hurtling towards her orgasm. "Stick it in me!" she had time to scream. "I want your cock in me when I-come!!"
The dog howled as her pussy snapped shut on his prick. His cum spurted from the tip of his trapped cock. Ronni screamed again and ground her crotch against his as she felt his jism searing the lining of her pussy-walls.
Pulse after pulse of her powerful pussy sucked blast after blast of jism from Rex's cock. His prick was trapped inside her climaxing pussy. His front legs trembled as he blasted his cum into the greedy, clutching cunt of the beautiful, black-haired girl.
The taboo act of fucking a dog boosted the power of Ronni's climax. She thought her body would tear itself apart from the lifting surges that rolled through it. Her pussy opened and closed spasmodically around the dog's prick. The con-tractions in her cunt shook her whole body.
A fresh outburst of orgasm racked her pussy. Rex managed to pull most of his cock out of her cunt-only to send it driving to the hilt again in the cum-filled quagmire of the captive's pussy.
At first Ronni thought it was her own voice, rais�ed in a wordless wail of sheer ecstasy. Then she recognized it as Anita's. The brown-haired girl was climaxing almost as hysterically as she was, while her brother's cock pumped her needy asshole full of his cum.
Then her pussy-tunnel tingled as Rex's cock delivered another load of jism, and Ronni sur�rendered herself to complete and total pleasure.
Chapter Nine
"No, no-no!" the captive begged. "Don't!"
Stark naked, her hair in disarray, Ronni was draped unceremoniously over a sawhorse in the Jedson's garage. Her arms were bound behind her back, cruelly wrapped with rope. A folded bolster padded the wood under her belly.
Her lovely nude asscheeks jutted up into the air. She twisted, looking up at her ass in horror. Anita Jedson stood by, wearing only a tee-shirt. The triangle of her cunt fur was dark, and the thatch of pussy hair between her voluptuous, silky thighs was dewed with droplets of fragrant cunt-honey. In her hand was a lighted candle.
Smiling broadly at her captive's fearful protests, Anita tipped her candle. A drop of molten red wax splashed over one rounded cheek of Ronni's ass. The girl shrieked as the hot wax seared her ass.
"Now, that doesn't hurt that badly, does it?"
"Yes!" Ronni shrieked.
Anita's hair swirled around her shoulders as she shook her head. "That's too bad. Because how will you stand it when we really go to work on you? You poor, poor thing."
She spilled more wax on Ronni's upturned ass. "Ohhh!" Ronni cried. She twisted, scraping her cheek on the rough cement floor. "Don't! Please stop!"
Anita laughed. She shook the candle again. A burning red drop smacked Ronni's right asscheek and rolled down into the crevice between her plump mounds of assflesh. Ronni moaned and writhed.
The tied-up girl's asshole was aimed directly at the ceiling. Anita's left tit brushed the curve of Ronni's ass as she stooped to kiss the prisoner's asshole. Her tongue ran once, wetly, around the tight pucker of the asshole. Ronni shivered.
Despite her pain and fear, Anita's tongue was so skillful that a mere swirl of it around her asshole almost turned her on!
Almost but not quite.
It did distract her momentarily, however. In that instant, Anita stuck a finger into Ronni's ass, then pried her asshole open. "What are you doing?" Ronni wailed, as the brunette inserted the butt of the candle in her ass.
Anita slipped her finger out, letting the sphincter muscle clamp Veronica's asshole tightly around the base of the candle. "Just seeing what kind of a candle-holder you make, darling."
"That isn't funny!"
Ronni squirmed, trying to force the candle out of her ass with a contraction of her muscles. It was a mistake. The motion shook a gobbet of wax loose to fall stingingly onto her asscheek.
"Aiiiieeee!"
She flinched from the painful touch of the wax. More drooled down the side of the candle. It pool�ed like fire around her asshole. "Oh! Ohhhh! Oh, God!"
"You get the idea, I'm sure, young lady." Mr. Jedson stood nearby, wearing only his wire-rimmed spectacles and an enormous hard-on. "If you struggle or move at all, you'll cause the molten wax to fall onto your delectable posterior. At quite a cost of pain to yourself."
Ronni took a deep breath. He was right. She had to force herself to remain calm. Tied as she was, she couldn't work her way free. To try to fight it would only get her vulnerable ass scalded by the wax.
"She's getting the idea," Larry said in his usual stupid voice. Like his sister, he wore no more than a tee-shirt. His huge cock jutted out before him. "She's gonna try not to move at all."
"She's a very bright young lady," Jedson said approvingly. "Of course, she may find it difficult to hold completely still while I'm, uh, fucking her. Don't you think, Anita?"
The girl shivered. "Try it and see, Daddy." Almost unconsciously, she ran a hand down her magnificent body and slipped it into her pussy. In�stantly, she began fucking it in and out with a soft, moist sound.
"No," Ronni said, feeling the ragged edge of hysteria in her voice. "You mustn't. My poor ass hurts too much. I can't stand that wax!"
Laughing uproariously, Jedson grabbed Ronni's ass and plunged his rampant cock between her asscheeks into her tight, dry pussy. A. torrent of boiling wax cascaded onto Ronni's ass. The pain of that giant ungreased pole of cock penetrating her pussy paled by comparison with the agony of her tormented ass.
Jedson shoved his cock into Ronni's twat until his hipbones thumped her ass and his balls swung heavily against the slash of her pussy. The impact dislodged a fresh dollop of hot wax to agonize the prisoner's lovely ass.
"Arrrgggh!" Ronni groaned, both from the tearing, cunt-cramming entry of Jedson's cock and the fiery caress of the wax.
Larry's prick was so taut and hard it seemed to vibrate with lust. Heat emanated from the reddish-purple cockhead. Eyeing the incredible staff of her brother's cock, Anita plucked her finger from her pussy and stuck it in her mouth. She noisily sucked it clean of the aromatic essences of her cunt.
A shiny-bladed butcher knife lay on a TV tray nearby. Anita snatched it up and came at her brother, waving the knife in the air. Lustful green fire burned in her eyes. Larry retreated a step. A scream burst from Ronni's lips as another hard-driven stroke of Mr. Jedson's cock inundated her ass in what felt like liquid fire.
Anita laughed wildly. "Don't worry, brother dear, I'm not going to hurt you! Before he could move, she slithered up him like a snake. She went up on tiptoe and a firm brown leg encircled his waist. With trembling fingers, Anita seized her brother's cock and stuffed it into her soaking-wet pussy.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned in sheer abandon as the nine inches of cock slid into her cunt. Her thigh muscle stood out boldly as she clenched her leg around him to push his rigid cock even farther up her needy cunt. "Yessss! I love that big cock of yours!"
Anita's other leg quivered with the strain of sup-porting her. She began rocking her hips rapidly back and forth, fucking her pussy on her brother's cock with lewd sucking sounds. One arm clung to his powerful body, the other still held the gleaming knife.
"No! Not so fast! Yaaahh!" Jedson was fucking Ronni as hard and as fast as Rex the Dobermann had that afternoon. It was almost no surprise that her pussy had instinctively begun to water at the fierce onslaught of the middle-aged man's immense prick. But that didn't lessen the pain of the wax that poured over her ass like molten lava!
Through a haze of anguish, Ronni watched Anita impaling herself on the unyielding stake of her brother's prick. The brown-haired girl had turned sideways so she could watch Ronni's torment-and so the luscious, long-legged captive could get a good look at the knife in her hand.
"Yes, it's for-uhh!-you," Anita said, leering straight at Ronni's pain-twisted face. Her brother was holding her succulent ass in both hands, driv�ing his cock into her brimming cunt with all his tremendous strength. "We're going to let the candle burn down. All the way. Until you feel the flame inside your asshole-eeeh!" A sudden, almost vicious thrust of her brother's cock pumped her pussy full of ecstasy and robbed her briefly of the power of speech.
Sick horror showed on Ronni's face. More wax splattered her ass. She whimpered with pain, but her eyes were locked on Anita fucking. She barely noticed the fire in her ass.
"That's right." Anita's eyes rolled up and she wound her hips frantically around her brother's stabbing cock. Her pussy had lathered his cock with cunt-oil, and it ran freely down both their legs. "After your shitter gets singed a little, Daddy's going to let me play with you. With this knife."
"No!" Tears gushed from Ronni's eyes. A spasm of horror racked her body. In fear, she clamped her pussy on Jedson's half-withdrawn prick. With a bellow of passion, he grabbed a double handful of assflesh and fucked his cock home again with a force that almost tipped over the sawhorse. Ronni shrieked as wax seared her asshole.
"Yesssss! Ah, Larry, fuck me, it's getting good!" Anita tossed back her mane of hair in bestial abandon. "Oh yes, sweetheart, darling, love. I'm going to carve my initials in that tender young ass of yours. And then-"
Her words brimmed with unnatural passion, passion compounded of incest and sadism and the overwhelming sensual assault of a thick nine-inch cock delving madly in and out of her pussy. Ronni could feel the elder Jedson's cock throbbing inside her cunt. He was getting near to coming. Her own unwilling response to the violent fucking, sharpen�ed by the agony in her ass, had her teetering perilously near the edge of orgasm. Yet she felt nausea rushing in her guts at the unspeakable evil Anita was promising in her passion-honeyed voice.
"And then," the brown-haired harlot was say�ing, "I'll slit you from your pussy to your asshole. You won't be able to fuck anything smaller than an elephant. But, of course, you won't have a chance to fuck anything at all-oh, Larry, it's getting close! Fuck me faster, I'm about to come!"
Jedson's prick pistoned in and out of her ass.
Wax fell like boiling rain on her tortured asscheeks. The hideous torments Anita was describing seemed to accentuate the forbidden pleasure of the cock in Ronni's pussy, as though the certain knowledge of the pain to come was making her body greedily suck up all the pleasure it could.
The last pleasure she would ever know .. .
Everything happened at once. Jedson's cock shot up her cunt in a welter of wax and pussy juice. Anita waved her knife and clawed at her brother's back, raising her face to lick at his like an animal. "Oh god, oh yes, I'm coming!" she howled.
A sudden squeeze of Anita's pussy sucked a blast of jism from Larry's cock. Larry moaned and kneaded the pliant flesh of her ass. Ronni watched cum slobbering from Anita's cock-filled cunt. Then she felt the first sizzling surge of Jedson's cum in her pussy. Hot wax pelted down on her ass. Anita shrieked. Larry grunted and spewed jism up her cunt. Ronni felt her own cunt-walls beginning to tremble with the first hints of orgasm.
The kitchen door opened behind Larry and Matt Warnke came through with a broken chair leg in his hand. Cum blasted into Ronni's cunt. She felt Jedson's jism fill her pussy-tunnel and drool from her cunt lips down the backs of her thighs.
Anita sobbed in her passion and fucked herself on her brother's fountaining cock. Matt smashed the boy behind his ear with the chair leg. Larry pitched forward, pinning his sister to the floor, his cock buried, still spurting, in her cunt. She shriek�ed as her head thumped the concrete, then thrash�ed, helpless in the throes of a fantastic climax.
Mr. Jedson looked up and saw Matt advancing on him. He yanked his prick free of Ronni's cunt. Jism arched from the tip of his cock and fell into a pool of molten wax congealing over the girl's anguished asshole. He raised his hands, trying to defend himself.
Matt hit him three times in the face before Jed-son went down.
Ronni stared up at her brother. Her butt was waving and jerking and dipping in the air as if she were still fucking her pussy on the pillar of Jedson's cock. She ignored the hot spill of the candle wax.
"Matt! Oh, God, Matt, I'm-"
She never finished the sentence. A longtime in building, her climax finally struck. Her pussy clenched spastically at nothing, squirting cum and cunt-sauce onto her legs. The ultimate relief of knowing she was safe intensified the fury of her climax, and she screamed and screamed as she came, as if in the mortal agony Anita had been pro�mising her! *** "Mmmmmm," Ronni said. Her cheeks hollow-ed. Slurping sounds issued from her lips, which were wrapped fervently around her older brother's thick cock. "Mmmmrmph!"
Matt wound her hair around his hands. "Oh, sugar! Oh, baby! You sure learned how to do that fast!"
Ronni flicked the underside of Matt's prick, at the ultrasensitive juncture of cock-shaft and con�ical cock-head, with the tip of her tongue. A shud�der racked his body. His prick swelled with pre-orgasmic delight.
She released her oral hold on his prick. The spit-glossed head of Matt's cock pulsated madly before her eyes. She smiled lewdly. "I had a lot of prac�tice."
Matt trembled as she kissed the very tip of his prick. She'd brought him to the verge of climax. Now she was playing with him.
Thick pile carpet was soft beneath her knees. It was a strange carpet in a strange living room. After all, all she'd really seen of the Jedsons' house was the garage. Now she and her brother had the run of the household-and it was the turn of the Jedson family to lie chained and fearful in their sound-proofed garage!
She swirled her tongue around the cone-shaped cocktip. "How did you find me? I thought the note would convince you I'd gone to California." She wrapped her lips around the head of Matt's prick and sucked.
His hands clamped the sides of her head. "Oh, wow, that's nice. But what are you talking about? What-ah! What note?"
Ronni let his cock pop out of her mouth. A trickle of saliva ran from a corner of her lips. "The note Larry slipped in our mailbox."
Matt shook his head. "I never looked in the mailbox. I went out to school after you didn't show up last night. I finally found some girl who said she'd seen Anita Jedson walking you to her car. Anita claimed you weren't feeling good." He stroked her cheek tenderly. A drop of his sister's saliva hung from the tip of his rigid prick. "Anita's a witch. An honest-to-goodness evil enchantress. I didn't realize it until I'd gotten away from her for a bit. After what she made me do to you, I had this horrible image of what she might do to you if she had you all to herself."
Ronni shuddered. "You were right." She grasped his cock lightly between thumb and fore-finger and gently jacked him off. "You came in the nick of time."
For a moment she knelt there, naked and unashamed, feeling the heat of her brother's ram-pant prick wash over her face. She felt urgent need growing in her pussy.
Abruptly, she let go and turned, dropping to all fours on the carpet. Her ass wagged invitingly in the air, still pink where the cooled wax had been chipped away. "Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me now."
He dropped to his knees behind her, taking his cock in one hand and laying a hand gently on her ass. He started to steer his cock into his baby sister's hungry cunt.
She stopped him with a shake of her head.-"No, Matt, honey-could you fuck me up the ass, please?" She turned her head to look at him. "I need it to hurt a little. Please?"
He hesitated. Then he moved up the head of his cock and stuck it into the unresisting ring of her asshole. A long sigh escaped from her throat as he thrust his spit-slick cock into her ass. The touch of pain as the big cock invaded her ass made Ronni in�stantly horny.
Maybe Anita had the right idea. A certain amount of pain sweetened pleasure. And maybe a certain amount of someone else's pain could sweeten pleasure even more!
She thought of Anita, chained to the same bed Ronni had been chained to. She remembered how sensitive Anita was to pain. She liked it in small measured doses-but she couldn't stand real agony.
Ronni smiled. She'd learned a lot from Anita. She'd learned more about inflicting pain than she ever could have imagined.
Her brother's cock fucked smoothly in and out of her asshole. She would repay Anita for those lessons. With interest. The brown-haired girl would be amazed at what an apt pupil Ronni was.
"Yeah," she sighed. She closed her eyes and began to roll her ass languidly around her brother's slow-fucking cock.
