Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or positive experience.
In TIED, GANG-RAPED COUSIN, Karen Adams finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Vicki suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Wh-what do you think you're doing?"
"Just havin' a little fun with you."
"Get away from me, Davey!"
Karen Adams backed away from her cousin, her eyes wide with fear. His two friends, Greig Finney and Hank Jensen were standing there on either side of the tall handsome blonde farm-boy, grinning from ear to ear. One had already unzipped his Levi's, while the other was fondling himself right there in front of her. She pulled the straps back up from her summer dress, recalling the feel of David's fingers gripping her and trying to rip the dress off. Oh, if only her Uncle Billy were here. She'd have someone to scream for help. But he was in town for the afternoon, and her cousin had lured her into the barn, for this.
"You wanna get fucked bad, baby. I seen it in your eyes," he said, smacking his lips like a wolf.
"No! You're lying. Get away from me!"
"Ain't nowheres to go. Ain't gonna go into town. My old man's there. But you're here, nice and pretty and ripe for fuckin'. "
"Yeah, good and ripe for fuckin', " Greig said, pulling at his cock through his trousers.
Karen shook her head, pushing her fingers through her hair. "This was some nightmare; some horrid, terrible dream from which she'd awaken. But as her feet sank in the soft straw covering, the girl knew it was no dream. Davey had been looking at her strangely the past few days.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Same thing I get from half the girls around here," Dave shot back, his eyes narrowing with lust.
"Oh, no, no!"
Her eyes searched the barn wildly for some escape path. There was none. The boys had now formed a semi-circle in front of her, their bodies blocking any chance for getting away. Karen felt herself breathing hard, her chest tightening and her scalp crinkling with terror. A pulse leaped at her throat and perspiration dotted her forehead.
"Your father'll kill you if you do anything to me!" she gasped.
"I don't think so," Davey grinned, wiping his dirty hands on his jeans.
"Yeah, come on, let's fuck the shit outta this one. Man, she's hotter'n shit," Hank said, reaching into his Levi's and stroking his cock.
Karen stared in disbelief at the tall redhead. She had come into the barn as a favor to Davey, something about helping him with one of the horses. And now she realized that Davey was out here with his friends only to thrift her.
"No, oh, why don't you go away and leave me alone!" she cried.
"You talk too damned much."
Davey reached out, wrapping one hand tightly around her waist, while his other hand slipped over her mouth. Karen screamed, her legs kicking out. Her sandals slipped off, flying into the air and landing in a nearby pile of hay. The other boys quickly slammed the barn doors shut so no one happening to pass by could hear the girl's screams. Karen tried screaming again, feeling her lips being pressed cuttingly against her front teeth. Davey was swearing at her, dragging her back and twisting her around. In a moment Karen felt her head being twisted painfully around and shoved back against a wall behind her.
Nothing anywhere had prepared her for this brutality. Having lived in Los Angeles nearly all her life, the young teen had heard about stories of violence. But they were things that happened to other people. Her mother and father had shielded her from the real world in their Beverly Hills home. Now she was suddenly exposed to it on the farm, on the one place her parents had assumed she would be safe.
"Noooooffffffff!" she gasped.
Davey shoved her against the wall even harder, moving one leg around so his knees
Were-pressing against hers. Karen heard' the heavy breathing of the others as they surrounded the struggling couple. The girl tried jamming her knees protectively back together, but Davey was too strong. Her full ass-cheeks flattened against the boards while the backs of her legs rubbed hard against the splintery barn wood. Hank was saying something about getting her fucked standing up, while Greig was moaning about getting his cock sucked.
"Shaddup, man. I'm gonna fuck this one. She's my cousin. I get first dibs."
The arm was gone around her waist. Karen felt her spine tingle when she heard a metallic rubbing sound. It was Davey's zipper opening. Again, the girl struggled against his grip. Was he going to rape her like this?
"Can tell she's hot one hot pussy, man," Davey said, reaching down into his pants. "Can tell by the way she's moanin' even now."
Karen felt nothing but sheer terror, being pressed up like this against the barn wall. And those hideous boys around them, saying terrible things! Half of the terms, Karen had no idea what they meant.
"Take a look down here and see what's gonna be sawin' through her cunt."
Karen knew Davey's pants had slipped down to his knees. She had felt the warmth of his legs pressing up against hers. The front cotton panel of his Jockey shorts was very hot. She knew instantly that it was his prick warming up the thin soft material. And how he was twisting his fingers in her hair, jerking her head down and away from the back wall. Through tear-blurred eyes, she could see the bulge in his shorts. The piss-flap was opened slightly from the pressure of his prick pressing against the material. She could see several dark hairs curling out from around the white-ribbed material. Karen inhaled sharply. She was looking at a man's prick for the first time in her life. And he was going to fuck her.
"No, oh, God, no, Davey, no, please, I'll do anything. Don't-don't do it!"
Someone else was grabbing her hair, tearing at it, pulling several strands from her scalp. Karen yelped, screaming hard. Davey jerked his hand back up to her mouth, pressing it and threatening to knock out her teeth if she yelled again.
"And you leave her to me right now, man. You can get sloppy seconds-if you're good," Davey said to Hank, pressing his fingers harder against Karen's mouth.
The girl choked and gagged, fearing she would suffocate on her own saliva. Still the hand stayed on her mouth, keeping her from yelling out her terror.
Karen prayed nothing would happen. But even as she prayed, the girl knew it would do no good. It was going to happen, no matter what she wished. This was going to be her first sexual experience, and it was going to be a violent one. The thought brought the girl to near madness. She fought her cousin again, kicking and screaming through his fingers. When he moved his hand around slightly, the teen bit down hard, chewing into his forefinger.
"Ow!"
"Oh, God, help me, somebody help-uhhhhhh!!"
Davey had acted quickly, bringing the injured hand down while cocking his other hand up. With one sweeping movement, the boy slapped his opened palm hard against her cheek. The stinging blow stunned Karen, its force snapping her head sideways. She groaned, her knees giving way, while the barn seemed to swim around her. Davey caught her, pinning her back up against the wall and slapping her once more with the back of his hand.
Karen let out another yelp of pain. Hands were pawing her, pulling up her dress, drawing it up over her ass, caressing her ass-cheeks through her soft cotton panties. Karen groaned again, tears of shame and humiliation coursing down her flushed cheeks. She kept on shivering, fighting back against the big farm-boy pinning her to the wall. Another hard slap across her cheek stunned the girl into submission. She realized now that a cry would only mean more pain, more slaps! Karen stopped screaming.
"Better," her cousin said.
Davey was whispering awful things into her ear, his wet mouth slobbering all over her ear. At times she could feel his tongue flicking in, tickling her ear as his hands kept on pawing her all over. His fingers were clutching her dress once more, hiking it up until the hem was gathered around her waist.
"Oh, yeah, that's a lot better. Man, she's gettin' good and hot, just like I thought she was," Davey sneered triumphantly. "Told you she was starin' at me kinda hot and real sexy the other day. And man, she wants it bad now, real bad-right baby? You can't wait 'til I stick my prick in your pussy."
"Oh, no, Davey, don't! You're my cousin! Oh, how can you do this?"
He only laughed at her, slipping his hands down around her ass-cheeks. Karen groaned, letting her head fall back. Her long blonde hair swept over her shoulder blades as she felt his strong, long fingers pressing against her ass-cheeks. He was rubbing the damp material against her ass-cheeks, kneading the soft, resilient flesh. There were times when Davey rubbed the cotton up between her ass-cheeks, poking his fingers into her ass-hole. Karen moaned, shaking her head from side to side. The feeling was shockingly awful, and yet strangely good at the same time. The dread and terror of what was going to happen to her remained. But now there was another feeling stirring deep in her, aroused by her cousin and his awful friends. It was making her cunt feel strangely tingly and warm and moist all over. Karen screwed up her eyes, wondering what on earth was happening to her.
"Oh, baby, Karen, this is good, yeah, real good. Nice soft ass, man."
"Soft and good enough to stick a cock up?" Hank asked, bubbles of saliva frothing around his large, sensuous mouth.
"Yeah. This one would be good for ass-fuckin'. But, man, I wanna get a good taste of that pussy first."
Karen felt a damp stickiness forming between her side and his belly as Davey shoved himself against her body. The sweat seemed to seep through his shirt onto her dress. His two hands now rested firmly on her ass-cheeks. He was reaching up, his fingertips brushing along her naked back. He had worked her panties down, stretching the broad elastic waistband down until it was halfway down her ass-cheeks.
Karen felt her knees shivering against her cousin's. His fingers were rubbing against her ass-cheeks now, squeezing them like two ripe melons, rubbing them against one another while hunching into her crotch! Karen closed her eyes in defeat, her mouth becoming a tight scar while the cords stood out in her throat. Davey had her panties slipped down to a position just below her ass. His hands cupped her ass fully and firmly now, at times pushing her ass-cheeks together, at others spreading them apart. It was when he pulled them away from one another that Karen felt the most exquisite sensation of her cunt lips rubbing against one another. It was a wet feel that made her pulse run wild.
"That's it, baby! Oh, yeah, that's it. Come on, rub on up against me and get fucked!"
Karen thought she would surely faint. Her heart was pounding hard, while her breathing came in short, sharp pants. There was a strange kind of hot stickiness that surrounded her body. Every square inch of her flesh seemed extraordinarily aroused, sensitive to the slightest touch. Then Davey was wrestling her down, down onto the ground. The other boys followed, fingering themselves, watching with lust-glazed eyes. Davey had her on her knees now. The hand that had pinched her now began to move around her waist. It was running excitedly over the side of her body, then moving around to the front of her pulled-down panties. Karen cried out, twisting away from her cousin with tears falling more freely down her cheeks. She rubbed the tears from under her eyes, shaking the loose hair from her face.
"No, don't! Oh, please!"
Davey was on top of her in an instant, not wanting to be put off any longer. He twisted some hair in his fist, tugging at it painfully until Karen was screaming again. This time the boy did nothing to stop her cries.
"Go ahead, baby, yell your fuckin' head off. I dig listenin' to you scream out. And man, I'm gonna make you scream down the fuckin' walls by the time I get through fuckin' you."
"No, no!"
Looking up, she saw Hank kneeling behind her, his prick starting to slip from his pants. She watched in horror, seeing a man's cock for the first time. Karen struggled, her gaze darting from her cousin to Hank, who was now rubbing his fingers up and down his long, thick, prick.
Karen blushed furiously, her heart beating like a wild bird against her rib cage.
"Get that fuckin' dress off her-and them panties, too," Hank whispered. "I wanna see
'that cunt. Man, she's probably runnin' with juice."
Davey grabbed the top of her dress, tearing off some of the buttons, pushing out several others until he had loosened the garment from around her bodice. Karen did nothing to stop him. The boys were all around her now. She felt them pulling and tugging her dress in all directions. Some of the material ripped. Someone was raising her back from the barn floor, while another tugged her dress over her head. In an instant, the summer frock was gone. Her panties had been pulled down over her ass in back, but the front crotch panel was still covering her pussy.
"Oh, man, get a load of this. You can see her pussy right through the panties!"
Davey had pulled back, now sitting on his heels, while the others moved around.
"Yeah, nice, real nice," they murmured.
"Yeah, good pussy. Fuck, she's gonna make me cum right in my fuckin' shorts just starin' at her."
Karen lay on her back now, her legs raised slightly at the knees. She could feel the rough stubbly sensation of the hay tickling her ass, working into the sweat-warm crack between her ass-cheeks. Davey moved one hand down to her crotch panel, his fingers moving like warm feathers along the ribbed elastic leg bands of her briefs. He slipped one finger, under the right leg band, pushing it up until his dirty jagged nail brushed against one cunt lip. Karen winced, cringing back from the sexy touch.
"Yeah, hot and ready," he breathed.
The girl lay quietly as her cousin pressed the flat of his hand against her cunt-mound, rubbing the soft cotton material of her panties against the swelling flesh. She tried not to show any emotion. Sucking in her lower lip, the girl bit down, fighting back the desire to moan. But she couldn't hide the shiver of delight the pressure of Davey's hand brought from her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Ripe 'n' ready."
He was working the material around against her furry cunt-mound now. Karen couldn't help herself from moving her ass around a little, becoming more and more excited by the prickly touch of the hay stubble. Davey worked some of the cotton up between her puffy pussy lips, and the heat that had concentrated in her cunt exploded into a forest fire. Karen tensed her muscles, the tendons bulging against the lightly tanned flesh of her thighs.
"Man, she's no fuckin' virgin," Hank said, his eyes rounding at her latest reaction.
"Don't matter. Gonna fuck the little slut, anyway," Davey said.
"Oh, don't!" she pleaded.
"Poor little girl," Davey said mockingly, his eyes narrowing with lust. "You don't look so comfortable. You oughtta be smilin' all the time now. You're gonna have a good time-and so am I, baby."
He reached up from her panties to cup his hands over her bra. Karen shuddered, feeling the pressure against her tits. Then he pulled, snapping her halter apart. Her full, round tits tumbled out, lying high and hard-tipped on her heaving chest. Davey stared down in triumph, then caught one hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Karen groaned, her knees jerking up, then falling back down to the barn floor. That touch against her tit-tip had taken her breath away. She moaned as he began rubbing her nipple, pinching it, then finally bringing down his mouth on her dark-red tit-tip to suck on it.
"Oh, man, man, she's a fuckin' hot little slut. The more you give 'er, the.more she wants," Greig commented, having also taken his prick from his trousers and now slicking it down with spit and pre-cum.
"Yeah, hot."
He had stripped her naked now. Her clothes had been torn from her body and lay useless to one side. Davey was looking at her cunt, rubbing his fingers on either side of her swelling pussy lips. Once he squeezed them together, sneering when juice seeped from her hot fuck-hole and began trickling through her blonde hairs. It was when he slipped his forefinger into her cunt up to the first joint that Karen felt the full force of her terror. They were going to rip away her cherry, and then fuck her into oblivion. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. "Oh!" she gasped.
Davey had pushed her back and was on top of her once more, squeezing the rounded cheeks of her ass. She felt his fingertips sinking into her fleshy assglobes, pulling her asscrack open sexily. Karen bit her lower lip again. It was so awful, and yet so good. She groaned, rolling her eyes up once more and seeing his prick dangling close to her mouth. What was Hank planning to do?
"No!"
"Maybe you can shut 'er up with your cock. Come on, Hank give it a try. Yeah, maybe she'll dig swingin' on cockmeat, right baby?"
"Oh, God!"
The sound of Hank kneeling down behind her filled her with terror.
CHAPTER TWO
Hank was tugging at her hair, having pulled his Levi's all the way down to his ankles. Leaning forward slightly, he rubbed his cock and balls against her mouth. She could smell the sour odor of his unwashed crotch as he pressed the fat, meaty head of his awful prick against her lips. Karen twisted her face away in spite of the pain as he tugged her hair.
"Man, open up, baby."
Hank slapped her lightly across the face, pulling at her hair, then finally reached down with both hands and pressed on either side of her jaw. Karen thought someone had driven spikes into her head. The pain from that pressure was agonizing. Her head throbbed while a bolt of white-hot agony seared her brain. With a scream, the girl shot open her mouth. That was all Hank was waiting for. Releasing her from the agony of that pressure, he held his prick in one hand and slipped it between her lips. Karen gagged, coughing, screaming against his inserted cock. But continued slaps against her face, with threats of more agony, silenced the girl. She felt his cock sliding down over her tongue, his hot slippery prick filling her mouth immediately. Karen found she had to breathe hard through her nostrils! "Awwww man, hot mouth. Aw, fuckin' Jesus, it's good havin' that bitch suck me off," Hank groaned, closing his eyes in delight.
He was fucking her mouth slowly, his balls pillowing out against her tilted-up chin. His cock rubbed over her teeth, then edged back over her tongue, until Karen felt his cocktip brushing over her tonsils. He fucked all the way in her, then said something about deep-throating her.
"Hey, man, not now. I wanna get into the little cunt. Can't do that when you're goin' in all the way like that," Davey said.
"Sorry, man."
"Christ. Can't hold back too much. Ain't had somethin' like this for almost a month."
Karen gagged, fearing she would surely. vomit, with that dreadful thing fucking down into her mouth. Spittle frothed up from her throat, bubbling around the corners of her stretched lip while Hank fucked his cock down into her mouth. Her jaws ached.
He held her head with both hands, his fingers fanned out around the sides, the tips pressing into her ear canals. He was increasing the pressure of his hands, threatening to crush her skull while he fucked her throat more fren-ziedly. Just when Karen thought her jawbones would surely crush, Hank stopped. The;taste of something very salty and flat had coated her mouth. It was then the girl realized that he was close, very close to shooting his jizz down her throat. Karen struggled, jerking her hands away from her sides and pushing up against Hank. She had to get him off. No, she couldn't take that awful cum down her throat! But he only laughed at her futile clawing attempts. Slapping her several times, the big redhead pulled out until only his prickhead was making her lips protrude outward.
"Man, gotta take it easy with this one. Don't wanna pop off now."
Hank pulled his cock from her mouth, twisting her head up and shoving her face against his groin. Karen gagged, spitting out the awful mixture of spit and pre-cum that had soured in her mouth. She felt her nose flattening against his hot groin as his balls rubbed up against her chin.
"Gonna fuck her now."
Hank pulled all the way back, after getting an order from Davey. Karen breathed more easily, sucking in great lungfuls of air to feed her body. She felt hands wrestling around her tits, then sliding down to her sides. Someone was raising her, then turning her around. She was on her tummy now, her hands pressed on either side of her body, while her cousin jerked her hips up until they were level with his crotch.
"Gonna fuck you doggie style. You're such a fuckin' bitch, you oughtta really dig it."
"Oh, no, no!"
In that obscene ass-high position, Karen could feel the warm, sticky crack of her ass open to his touch. Davey was licking her ass-hole, then drawing his tongue down to her cunt. Karen winced, her teeth grinding. He was fucking her with his tongue, actually sticking his tongue into her cunthole. Karen moaned, wagging her ass, not believing a man could do something like this to a woman. The girl gasped, ashamed of her reaction.
"Gotta get 'er loose, good 'n' loose."
Davey was grunting behind her, moving his face away from her cunthole and sticking one thumb into the crack. Karen held her breath. Her lips parted slightly while her breath came out in sharp and short whimpers. She felt his thumbnail tracing along the puffy outer edges of her pussy, then slip in around the inner folds of her cunt lips. There was a moment's pause, then Davey slipped his thumb in deeper. The girl tensed her thighs, her knees rubbing against the cold barn floor. Karen raised her ass-cheeks a bit higher as she felt his probing thumb edge down, down to her inner cunt lips.
The girl let out another cry of; delight and shame as his thumb kept on going. She felt it spreading apart her inner pussylips, itchily sliding down into her hot, clutching fuck-hole. Her pussy muscles contracted hard against his invading finger. The boy laughed cruelly at her reaction, slapping her raised ass with the flat of his hand. Hank was still working his fingers around his spit-slicked cock, while Greig stared wistfully at the girl's round, full ass-cheeks.
"Man, I could go crazy stickin' my prick right into her shitter!" Greig said.
"You oughtta try that mouth, man! I don't think she ever done nothin' like this before. But fuck, she's one helluva fast learner."
"Ohhhhhh!" Karen moaned.
"Shut up and fuck it out, baby. Gonna pop that cherry and then stick my cock in," Davey said.
Karen concentrated on that probing thumb more now, her breaths coming in strangled gasps. She felt him touching her cherry at this point. Her body twitched as if someone had touched it with a live wire. She jerked her arms forward, her fingers clawing lightly at the straw.
"Fuckin' virgin. She's cherry, boys. Gotta get through, baby. Gonna hurt. But then it's gonna be clean and clear sailin' right on through."
Davey pushed his thumb harder, twisting it around like some awful screwdriver. Karen moved her ass in the opposite direction. Her cousin's thumb kept driving in. Her cunt felt suddenly pierced, vulnerable, tight. She squeezed her pussy muscles down hard again, trying to push out that terrible finger. Davey grunted, pushing down even harder. Then the girl stared to feel pain, an aching pain at first, quickly sharpening to a pinpoint of concentrated agony. He was going to tear her cherry apart with his thumb! Karen jerked forward, her legs sliding painfully over the cold hard floor.
"Keep 'er steady, man."
Hank gripped her shoulders, pushing back, keeping the girl from moving around, while Davey screwed his thumb down and in. There was a bolt of white-hot agony resulting from the latest move. Karen thought the world had crashed around her. Letting out a painful yelp, the young blonde teen felt her cousin's thumb rip through her cherry. He had done it, torn away her childhood, her innocence with one terrible downward blow. Her teeth chattered while more hot tears rolled from her eyes. He had ruined her for life. And still Davey hadn't even begun!
"Man, tight little bitch. It's gonna be real nice fuckin' you, baby."
Karen's body jerked involuntarily, convulsing in a wild attempt to wrench itself away from that hurting, probing thumb. Nothing could help the girl. Davey kept his hand inside her pussy, fucking it back and forth, watching as her flat belly ground against the floor.
"Get that ass up higher."
He slapped her hard across both ass-cheeks, making the reddened fleshy globes dance and jiggle against one another. Davey kept fucking his thumb in and out until he was satisfied he had primed her. He pulled out his thumb, wiping the pink froth against the straw.
"She's got one tight cunt," Davey said, working another finger into her pussy.
"Ohhhh, uhhhhh!" she moaned.
Karen felt shamed beyond belief. No one had ever humiliated her like this before. Her own cousin was finger-fucking her, laughing while she cried, sneering at her pleas. Karen bit down on her lower lip once again, letting out sobs of defeat. She felt his awful finger wriggling its way deeper and deeper, past where her cherry had once been. When he rubbed his knuckles against her pussylips, the girl cried out, feeling her cunt muscles spasm shut against his hand.
"Man, oh, man, this one's gonna snap off my prick," Davey commented wryly.
"She's good around the lips, too, Davey. Christ, she practically sucked me dry right there," Hank said, rubbing his cock in fond remembrance.
"That ass," Greig whispered.
"Don't, oh, Davey, you've done so much. But I promise I would tell uncle-"
Davey didn't let her finish. Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, yanking back. She could hear the strands tearing and snapping before the pain shot through her scalp. Karen yammered for mercy, her eyelids fluttering.
"My old man ain't gonna do nothin' to you, not when I tell him what kind of a slut you are. And don't think you can tell your old lady, either. I'd kick the shit outta you-and I mean that, baby. You'd be eatin' shit before I got through."
His terrible words chilled her to the bone. Biting down on her tongue, Karen managed to still her cries. Davey grunted with satisfaction, letting go of her hair.
"Now just shut the fuck up and relax. You're gonna enjoy this as much as me-maybe more."
To emphasize what he was going to do, Davey pulled her ass-cheeks apart. He kept her ass-cheeks tugged wide while both thumbs smoothed over the inner lips of her dripping pussy. Her cunt was hot and wet, wetter than the girl could ever have wanted it to be. The gentle rubbing of his thumbs made Karen hotter than ever. She gasped for him to stop, but silently felt herself wallowing with pleasure in this renewed torment and humiliation.
"No more, no! No more!"
She twitched against his fingers, then felt them sliding away. A knot of tension formed between her belly and cunt, sexual tension, she thought, closing her eyes once more and concentrating on her breathing. She could hear Davey grunting behind her like a dog. When her cousin touched her clit, rubbing his nail over the rounded tip, Karen fell to pieces. She groaned, her thighs tightening, while her toes curled until they cramped. A strange hot stickiness seemed to form around her nipples, and her ass actually pranced for more. She cried out again, feeling the long finger move from the puffed, fringed edges of her outer pussylips down to the tight little fuck-hole between her soft thighs.
"Hold 'er tighter," he instructed Hank.
Davey lanced his middle finger all the way in once more, wriggling it slowly around and around. Karen felt it gouging against the itchy, twitching sides of her cunt. She let out another low moan, secretly loving the way her cousin's finger was working her open.
"She's tight and wet and hot, just the way a fuckin' cunt oughtta be. Some virgin."
Karen groaned with shame and complete humiliation. It wasn't enough that her own cousin had her on the ground like this. He was encouraging his friends to degrade her, to fuck her. And all the while, he was getting ready to give her the first fuck of her life.
"Yeah, gettin' good and loose in there now, loose enough for me to stick my cock in."
Karen wept with complete humiliation. Hank was kneeling down, leaning a little closer. She felt the silken rub of his cockhead against her lips. Twisting her head away, she spat out his filthy prick. She didn't want it back in her mouth. She didn't want it choking the air from her lungs while her cousin Davey fucked her.
"Okay, goin' in."
The finger in her hot, itchy cunt tunnel suddenly slipped out. Karen gasped, the pussy muscles clenching down on thin air. How strangely odd it was, now that she'd been finger-fucked, not to have something moving in and out of her cunt. Karen let out a little cry when Hank slapped her across the face. He was pressing the length of his prick against both lips. They parted, and she felt his prick rubbing over her straight front white teeth. The thick cum-tube that ran the length of his cockshaft was sliding along the slick underside of her upper lip. Again another slap smacked dryly across her cheek. Karen let out a little grunt, then opened her mouth. Hank had his way. He was slipping his cock back into her mouth, bracing his hands on her head while feeding her inch after inch of his prickmeat.
Davey was moving behind her, sliding between her thighs. In a moment the girl felt his cockhead pressing up against her cunt lips, flattening them to either side of her fuck-hole. Davey's prick was immense! He could split her open with that cock. He moved back, pressing his fingers on either side of her ass-cheeks, spreading them a little farther apart. Karen groaned. She felt him peeling her open, her sticky cuntmeat spreading open more and more. Davey moved up again, rubbing his prickhead over her creaming cuntslit and finally pushing it up against her clit. Karen cringed, rubbing her bare belly against the barn floor, her eyes wide with panic and excitement. Hank was fucking his prick regularly now in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin. Her jaws hurt her terribly. But it was nothing compared to how her cunt would feel, she guessed, when her cousin fucked his prick into her. Hank held her head tightly once again, fucking his prick deeper and harder into her mouth until saliva sprayed against his groin. "Keep her steady, Hank. Maybe she'll get turned on so much by your prick, she won't mind me fuckin"er. It's gonna hurt at first, baby. Just relax and it won't be a big deal,"
Davey laughed.
Karen felt her small, inner cunt lips being forced apart. Her rubbery cunt lips pulled back until they were stretched thin. Karen let out a low grunt, her knees spreading farther apart.
"Keep that ass up there, baby. Can't fuck you with you on the fuckin' floor."
Davey pulled her up roughly, his fingers wrapped tight around her hipbones while his prick shoved again. Karen shuddered. The enormous mass of hard cockflesh started fucking its way into her. Her legs jerked out on either side of her body. The boys, surrounding her, laughed without any humor in their voices. She kicked against those surrounding her. But they still held her firmly to the floor, Hank fucking her mouth even more furiously than before.
" Aaaaayayyayyaghghhghhhhhh!"
Karen let out an ear-piercing shriek, spitting out Hank's mouth-filling prick. She jerked her head from left to right like a terrified animal, her hair sweeping over her whitened knuckles, then tangling wetly around her throat. She was trying to get up from the floor, to get away from that awful pain splitting her open! "Nooooo!"
Shock waves of pure agony slammed into her, knocking the wind from her lungs. It was as if someone had punched her hard below the ribs. And still he fucked down and in, his fingers bruising her flesh. Hank jerked her head to one side, tearing at her hair, then pulling her face back against his crotch. He laughed at her wild attempts to get away, fucking her mouth again while Davey pressed down and in.
"Man, she's almost pinchin' my prick off with her cunt. Come on, baby, come on and loosen up."
Davey raised one hand, slapping her ass-cheeks again and again, making them dance until they were streaked with the red marks of his fingers. He stopped the ass slapping, taking in a deep breath and shoving forward with all his considerable strength.
Karen let out another cry, this one muffled by Hank's fat cock pressing against the insides of her cheeks. Davey was tearing something in her cunt. She felt her elbows giving way. Soon her flushed cheek was pressed against the dirt, while her body trembled with the pain of initial penetration.
Davey let out another whooshing breath, arching his back and fucking into the girl yet again. Karen's thighs tightened, unable to believe her body could contain so much thick cockmeat and still remain living. She opened her mouth wider, somehow hoping that would ease the tightened agony in her cunt.
"Uhhhhh, ooooohhhhh!" she moaned.
And still Davey fucked her, never giving up for a second. He slapped her ass at times, pulling her ass-cheeks apart, then feeling down to her cunt and strumming her clit until Karen hummed against Hank's mouth-fucking prick. Oh, Davey's cock was filling her cunt to overflowing. And Karen knew there would be more, much more before Davey would let her go.
CHAPTER THREE
Davey was shoving down harder again, his crotch slapping against her upturned ass. The girl's groans echoed through the large barn, while Hank kept fucking his prick into her mouth. Karen felt her tight little cunt opening still resisting. Then under the constant battering of her cousin's prick, the muscles gave way. She shuddered. Oh, how strange it was having the huge knob of his prick hitting her again and again. It was filling her tight cunt, stretching her itchy, convulsing pussy walls to the ripping point. She writhed helplessly under him, loving and yet hating the pressure of his hot prick.
"That's it, Karen. Oh, wow, yeah, man, she knows how to move that ass when she gets goin'. "
Karen felt Davey's hand cupping her ass, rubbing her ass-cheeks together, then sliding his hands down under the bottom swells of her ass-cheeks. He was feeling her body all over, pinching her flesh while fucking her harder and harder. A strange, weird kind of need was creeping over her. Her chin scraped against the ground. Somehow the girl managed to pull herself up, her elbows bowing out while her head raised from the barn floor. Davey laughed at her efforts, leaning to one side to watch Hank deep-throat her again and again.
"Man, oh, man, this is somethin' else. This little bitch's hotter 'n some fuckin' mink!"
"Yeah, man, and she's doin' it to me, too! Christ, she's suckin' for all she's worth."
Hank was tossing his head around, his red hair splashing in his eyes as he arched his back and fed the girl more of his fuckrod. Davey slapped his hand down hard against her lower back, then hooked it around her waist. The girl felt his fingers tweaking her nipples, squeezing them until Karen squealed. Sparks of pain flashed from her tits down into her cunt, making her clit sputter even more.
"Uhhfhhfhhfhff!" she choked.
Karen sucked a sharp, wheezing breath through her nostrils, feeding more air into her lungs as the two boys fucked hard and deep. Her body shuddered with each powerful fuck-thrust while her mouth became coated with thick pre-cum. Davey slowed down his fucking now to a rhythmic, deep pistoning movement. He moved from side to side against the full, soft cheeks of her round ass. He made certain that the girl could feel every inch of his fuckrod. There were times when Karen thought his cock was actually swelling inside her, stretching her cunt lining even more. She began to settle back to the floor.
"Hey, come on up there, baby. Can't fuck you with your caboose saggin' like this."
She felt his hands sliding under her belly, raising her from the hay. Karen only whimpered slightly. She felt his fingers fanning over the white flatness of her belly. She cried out once more, Hank pulling and tugging at her long blonde hair now as he neared climax.
"Huhhhh! Oh, fuckin' shit! Man, gonna make it with this little bitch!"
Hank's voice was strained and gravelly. He stopped for a second, his prick jumping around against her molars. Then Karen felt a jet of something very bleachy spattering against the back of her mouth. He was cumming in her mouth! The girl spat back as best she could, trying to jerk her head away from his mouth-impaling cock. But Hank was holding onto her for dear life, his prick sending out more thick rope-like jets of jism down her throat. She coughed and gagged, a froth of spit and cum bubbling down her chin. And still those hands crawled all over her.
"Man, that was good."
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Hank had pulled out of her mouth, wiping his prickhead on her lips. The girl twisted her head to one side and spat out the vile mixture in her mouth. She hung her head down now, her hair curtaining the shame radiating in her face. It was a shame, for deep down, Karen felt nothing but pleasure. Davey was still pinching her tits while Greig was saying something about wanting to get his cock up her ass. Hank had staggered back, pulling up his Levi's while grinning boyishly down at the helpless, fucked girl.
"Oh, man, nice nipples, real nice ones."
Davey's fingers kept massaging her nipples, then squeezing her large tits. At times he pinched them hard again, rolling them around and around as if they were hard little peas. It was then Karen nearly pissed from the pain, finding herself backing up against her cousin's flat belly.
"Fuck her, fuck her!" Greig said, his eyes glazing over while he jacked off wildly.
"Man, you can get the bitch to suck you off now," Davey said, slowing down his fucking action a bit to wipe off the sweat running down his face.
"Wanna ass-fuck the bitch, wanna ass-fuck 'er," Greig responded almost dreamily.
"Yeahhh, she's got a nice, tight little ass-hole, too."
To emphasize his point to the girl, Davey slipped one hand up her asscrack, past where his prick was splitting her ass-cheeks in two. Karen felt a finger skewering into her, wriggling into her shitter until it was buried up to the second joint. Karen let out a yelping yowl, her spine snapping straight as her head jerked up. It was as if someone had pushed firecrackers into her ass-hole! He was finger-fucking her in the ass now, in and out, in and out, while fucking her cunt with his prick.
Karen felt her mind sinking into a kind of dim, red haze of semi-consciousness now as she felt Davey jerking her ass up a little higher. He was scooting his knees up under her for better leverage while Greig moved down behind. The plum-like head of his cock was sliding back and forth, back and forth, his balls bouncing against her clit. How that slapping made her clit tingle. Hot rushes of air slipped between her thighs as the young stud kept on fucking her, moving faster and more brutally while he stuck his finger deeper into her ass-hole. Karen let out another yelp. It was degrading and painful, and yet terribly, terribly exciting!
"Ohhhhh!" Karen gasped, more tears staining her flushed cheeks. She could tell Davey was rounding his final curve. In a short while, he'd be shooting his load into her pussy the same way Hank had shot into her mouth. Her soft whimpers became louder and louder when she realized he was going to clog her insides with his sticky glue. And then there was the awful realization that she was enjoying this.
After the initial breakthrough of her cherry, Karen had felt a growing excitement tightening and heating her pussy. She knew Davey could tell she was aroused. Her juices were flowing, slicking down his prick, making it easier and easier for him to fuck her.
"Uhhhhh! Uh! Uh!"
"Feels good, eh, baby?"
"No! God, no, take it out! Oh, awful, awful!" Karen lied.
"Yeah, sure."
Davey was gasping, his hands still flat against the underside of her thighs now. He stroked her hard, rocking her body back and forth until Karen caught herself up in the rhythm.
"That's the way, Karen, baby. That's the way, move that fuckin' ass while I fuck you. Move it! Make me cum right now!"
Karen felt his prick fuck its way in and out of her cunt. Her cousin was fucking his cock in even faster. She knew he was about to explode inside her. Karen trembled, her juices spraying out of her open fuck-hole, trickling down the backs of her tensed thighs. Greig couldn't just lie there anymore. He twisted his fingers in the girl's hair and snapped her head to one side. Karen felt her face rising to meet his. He was jamming his large mouth against hers, kissing her, shoving his tongue inside. Karen was too far gone to think of biting his lips or tongue. All she could think of was the rising, killing heat blasting her pussy, singeing her clit. It was as if someone had dumped a thousand burning coals in her cunt. She could feel Greig's fingers vying with Davey's as the two young studs fought to pinch her nipples. Karen let out a yelping groan, her body shivering wildly.
"Man, oh, man, this bitch-Jesus Christ, she turns on to everything!" Davey moaned.
"Man, yeah!" Hank sighed.
Greig moved back, snapping her head from right to left as if he wanted to tear it from her neck. The pain made her scream more loudly, while seeming to increase the lust bubbling deep in her cunt. Karen felt herself quickly going mad with sensation. The two men were working her over just after a third had cum in her. In her mind, everything blended together, becoming one huge orchestrated fuck scene. The world slipped away from her, becoming a multi-colored explosion of lust as Karen was about to cum, herself.
"Huhhhhhhhhhh!" she growled.
Karen was an animal now, a bitch yowling in heat while Davey rose up and fucked long and deep. He made certain his prick always brushed over her clit, sending scalding sensations of lewd delight coursing through her body. Davey's hands gripped her ass-cheeks, while that one finger shot deeper into her shitter. Sparks of incredible light seemed to ignite fires all over her body. She felt her cunt become hot, wet and clenching. It was happening all the time now, the milking movements. Davey laughed cruelly at the spasms, trying to screw yet another finger into her shitter to emphasize her helplessness.
"Oh, man, gonna make it now!"
Karen should have howled with pain and humiliation. Instead, she sighed with her mounting desire, gasping like the animal she had become. She was no better than Davey, Hank and Greig. She sucked at Greig's flicking tongue now, feeling the fire around her cunt mouth increase. She wanted more and more. Her body quaked and shivered with lewd need while her ass-cheeks ground firmly against her cousin. Davey let out another groan, then fell heavily on top of Karen. She felt his groin stop pounding. His prick was jerking around now, jumping inside her cunt as if it were a frightened live animal. He was cumming! She could feel those jets of cum splashing against her cuntwalls. Greig bit down on her lips, tonguing her until she choked, while Davey's body shook mightily on top of her.
"Awwwww fuckin' Jesus, man! This little bitch-awwwhhh, fuuuuucccckk!"
Karen felt herself on the brink of total madness. There was that one second, that one white-hot maddening instant, when she teetered between the sane world and the one of orgasm. Then that moment passed and Karen felt herself plunging in a wild world of bright colors and loud sounds. She let out a yelping cry, her ass prancing hotly in the air in tight circles. She stiffened, her blood boiling and all her muscles tensed. The girl's cunt-mouth became hard, chewing down on his spurting cock as her clit exploded again and again.
"Ooowoowowowwww, aahhhghghhhhh!"
Never had she experienced anything like this before. Greig was pulling away from her, standing up and rubbing his prick in her hair while crying out something. Davey knocked him aside, greedily sliding on top of her all the way and riding her into the ground. Karen screamed once more, her cunt clamping down at least twice for every spurt of cum jetting into her pussy. She was all cunt, hot and clenching. Oh, what a terrible and yet wonderful thing Davey had done to her!
"Ooowowowwwwww!"
Karen's third cry sent vibrations through Davey's body, making him cum harder into her. She felt his pinching fingers, his beating hands and loved every second of it. She began to grow weaker again as the climactic spasms ebbed deep in her cunt. In the end, the girl found herself sprawled on the ground, cum oozing from her cunt. Davey was standing up, holding Hank and Greig back.
"Man, I wanna get 'er back in the mouth. She sucked like a real pro!"
"Yeah, I didn't get nothin' from 'er-I mean, not like you guys did," Greig said, his face reflecting the complaint.
"She's had enough, man. Don't wanna wear her out. She's gonna be put through a lotta paces," Davey said. "Right now, it's time for you to get dressed, baby."
Davey kicked her dress in her face. Sobbing, keeping her eyes from staring up at him or the other boys, Karen pulled on her torn summer frock. Her panties were nowhere to be found, and her bra had been ripped useless. Tying her sandals loosely around her feet, Karen stood up shakily, rubbing the few remaining tears from her face. Davey grabbed her by the shoulders, holding her roughly, his eyes boring into her.
"You ain't gonna say nothin' to nobody, understand? No phone calls home, no nothin'. Got me?"
Karen was too terrified to speak. She just nodded her head, swallowing her terror, very aware of his fingers digging painfully into her upper arms. He let her go with a slight shove toward the barn door.
"Now get the fuck outta here. My old man's gonna be home soon."
Karen stumbled forward, brushing the hair from her eyes. Behind her, she could hear them calling at her, saying terrible but true things. She felt Davey's cum oozing from her cuntslit, her panties not there to catch the jizz. Pushing open the barn door, Karen sighed, pleased at the cool air washing against her body. Everything was the same, or so it seemed. Nothing had changed, except her. The girl turned around once more, staring at the barn. She shuddered, rubbing her fingers over her upper arms. She had to get away from that place. Turning, Karen ran as fast as she could, climbing the porch steps and rushing into the living room. At every step, she thought Davey and the others were pursuing her. Gripping the handrail to the stairs, Karen rushed up the steps, panting heavily until she had locked herself in the bathroom.
"Oh, oh, what have I done?" she groaned.
If only her aunt were still alive. But Aunt Mary had died years ago, leaving Uncle Billy and Davey all alone. Now she had fallen victim to her cousin's lusts. Staring into the cracked mirror, Karen saw her lust-swollen face. There was pleasure there, a look that told her she had secretly enjoyed the rough-house treatment and fucking she'd had.
Karen buried her flushed face in her hands, leaning heavily against the door. She would have to leave. No matter what Davey said, she would leave this horrible farm. She would go home and deal with the horror of having been raped brutally like this.
Shakily, the young girl stripped, climbing into the shower and letting the warm water soothe her body. She soaped her still-swollen pussy, working in the lather, still able to feel her cousin's pawing hands all over her flesh. Even now she felt a shudder of delight just thinking about him and the way he had bent her over and fucked her. Opening her mouth, Karen let the water splash around her throat. She thought of Hank now, of his long thick cock that had shoved down her throat nearly strangling her. A sharp little series of delightful spasms raced through her cunt. What on earth was happening to her?
Karen thought of this and of leaving again and again as she dried off, dressed simply, then sat on the edge of her small bed and waited for her uncle to show. During that time the girl peered from her bedroom window, watching as Hank and Greig left the barn. Once Hank looked up at her window. Karen felt her face blush red-hot and drew away from the curtains. Thank goodness they hadn't decided to invade the house. But then again, her Uncle Billy would be home soon. They couldn't take the chance. Smoothing her fingers over her arms, feeling her cunt snug up against the new set of panties she had slipped over her violated pussy, Karen waited impatiently for her uncle.
An hour passed. Finally she heard the truck pull up. Standing up nervously, Karen moved to the window and saw, in the dimming light, her uncle leaving his pickup and lumbering into the house. Davey was running from the barn, waving a greeting. Karen shivered again. The thought of meeting her cousin again after he had raped her made her feel sick. But then again, if it was the only way to see her uncle, so be it.
"Hi, kitten. Have a good day?"
Karen was in the living room, alone with her uncle. Davey had gone downstairs for some preserves for dinner.
"Oh, yes, Uncle Billy."
Uncle Billy was a tall, handsome, dark-haired man, thickly built and evidently proud of his body. He sat there slouched in his chair, the paper opened on one leg. His red-and-black flannel shirt was opened to his navel and his dirty Levi's were snugged up to his crotch. Karen found herself looking at his groin, wondering if that roll she saw going down his legs was just a wrinkle or his prick. She flushed red when she realized Uncle Billy had obviously noted her curiosity. He shifted position in the chair, apparently tightening his Levi's against his prick. Karen turned the other way, folding her fingers together and sitting modestly down on the couch opposite him. "Something wrong?"
"Oh, it's just that I'm kind of homesick, you know."
Bill nodded, putting the paper down. He rubbed his stubbly chin.
"You've only been up here for a short time. Maybe you oughtta give it some time. You know, get used to the people up here."
Karen winced at the suggestion. She had already met some of the people in the area and wasn't sure she wanted to meet more.
"I think I'm just a city girl," she said, half-laughing as she rubbed her damp palms against her jeans.
Looking up, she caught sight of that bulge in her uncle's pants. Was it her imagination, or was it actually growing! Karen felt her cunt warm, her pussy walls pulsing with arousal, while her nipples wrinkled up with tension. She was breathing harder.
"Maybe so. But seems like you sure were doing okay this afternoon."
Karen sat bolt upright, her spine stiffening and her hair on end.
"I know about it. Davey told me." Karen nearly fainted.
CHAPTER FOUR
"He-told you?"
Karen was amazed. Davey actually had the guts to tell his father what had happened? She was going to use the threat of exposure against her cousin if he didn't leave her alone. Only now she realized just how foolish something like that would have been. Davey confessed the whole thing. And Uncle Billy didn't seem particularly upset by it.
"It wasn't very smart of him to fuck you like that in the barn-not in front of all those boys who could spread the word around."
"What?"
Karen sat there in shock. Her uncle sat there calmly, expressing not one word about outrage or anger. Maybe he didn't know the full story.
"Did he tell you about-about what he really did to me?"
Bill cocked his head boyishly to one side, his thick sensuous lips curling into a sardonistic smile.
"Of course. My son and I don't have any secrets from one another."
"Oh, no!"
Karen sank back in the chair, feeling her hair stand on end. This had to be some horrid dream. She couldn't really be hearing her uncle saying this to her!
"Oh, yes. You see, after Aunt Mary died I went through several-eh, phases, for lack of a better word," Bill said. He was leaning forward, his hands folded together as he explained this horrible thing to her. "In the end, I found I liked bondage, you know? Or maybe you don't like the sort of thing Davey put you through."
"Horrible!" Karen gasped, folding her arms against her tits.
"For some people," Bill admitted, his smile growing broader. "But for us, well, I learned my son shared the same feelings I had. You can guess what kind of thing we've had going here for a while. He'd bring one of his girlfriends over and we'd both put her through the paces. Of course, with a couple of pictures, she wasn't going to say anything to anyone. You came along right in time, Karen. I've got to thank your mother for sending you. Although," he added, with a wink, "she won't know why both Davey and I were so grateful to her."
Karen felt that sick feeling churning in her tummy once more. She had expected help and aid from her uncle. Now she discovered he was worse than Davey.
"Please, Uncle Billy. Just tell me it's a joke or something. I-I don't know if I can deal with this," Karen stammered.
"You don't have to deal with it. You just don't have a choice."
"Oh, no, no!"
Uncle Billy was getting up, and that long thick bulge down his leg throbbed up against the dirty, faded Levi's material. Karen sank back in the chair, wishing she could just drop out of sight. He stood there with his legs spread widely apart v One hand dropped casually down to his prick now, the fingers rubbing the bulge lightly. Karen's gaze dropped a little and she could make out the ridge of his prick crown through the blue material. She gasped, one hand fluttering to her throat. Her ass sank into the soft material and her nipples twitched excitedly.
"Davey says you like to suck cock. That true?"
"No! No!"
She shook her head violently, still not believing this horror.
"That's not what he says. And Davey's pretty damned good about telling the truth. He says you sucked one of his buddies dry, then wanted to take on another dude. It was just because you climaxed along with him that Greig, I think was his name, didn't get a chance to fuck you. That true?"
She stared up at her uncle with disbelieving eyes, wishing she could run somewhere and hide. But where could she go? He would kick the door down of her room. There were no other farms in the immediate area, and Karen was unsure just what was where in this countryside. She pleaded with her uncle, begging him not to hurt her.
"You know, I'll bet Davey wouldn't mind missing dinner for another crack at you, you know? Father and son with niece?"
"No!"
Karen's long hair bounced over her shoulders as she rushed from the chair, slipping behind the couch protectively. Her slender fingers sank into the white soft covering as she stared like a hunted animal at her uncle.
"There's nowhere you can run," Bill said, shrugging his shoulders simply. "Davey's coming up the stairs now-hear him? And you've got nothing but wild country for miles around here. It's perfect!"
"No, no!"
Karen felt herself choking. It was a trap, a terrible, horrible, incestuous trap.
"Hey, Dad, I-oh, yeah, you're onto her, huh?" Davey .said, his hands in his rear pockets.
"You got it, Son. And you're right. She's one hell of a spunky one. You can tell that right now," Uncle Billy said, his eye's narrowing.
"Man, and she's got one helluva tight, hot cunt. Wait 'til you get her goin'. "
"I got plans for this one. You got the rest of the stuff downstairs, like I said?"
"Yeah, it's all set up. Didn't think we'd be using it so soon. I was going to ease her into it, so to speak," Davey said, laughing softly. "But sometimes the best way to get into something's right away, right into the cold water, so to speak."
Karen couldn't believe that they were talking about her as if she were a piece of meat. She backed away as Bill moved to one side of the couch. Davey blocked her escape path through the front door. Karen crisscrossed her arms over her chest, doubling over at the waist, nearly numb with terror.
"Don't!" she wailed.
Davey lunged for her, his hands missing her wrist by only inches. Karen sucked in a ragged breath, scooting away from the young man, only to find herself near her uncle. She moved backward slowly, putting both hands up in front of her protectively.
"Please, just leave me be! Oh, please!"
Her voice had died to a near-whisper. She knew neither of them would let her go untouched now, not after all Uncle Billy had told her. There would have to be those incriminating pictures of her doing some unspeakable thing before they were going to release her. It all fell into place now as the girl backed away from the two men.
Her uncle was the first to grab her, tearing one hand away from her chest, pulling her toward him roughly. When she tried struggling away, Bill twisted her wrist, making her wince as her knees buckled-Karen began sagging to the floor, her face a mask of twisted agony.
"Now, you're not going to give us too much trouble, are you Karen?"
"Oh, let go! Oh, oh! You're hurting me!"
Bill kept on twisting her wrist until the girl had both knees on the floor. He let go of her wrist, quickly grabbing her hair and jerking her up against his crotch. Karen could taste the dirt on his jeans. More importantly, she felt his prick throbbing through the stretched blue material of his Levi's. He was rubbing her lips up and down his big cock-bulge, telling her how good it was going to feel having his cock fuck her throat.
"No!"
"You don't have a choice."
To emphasize his point, her jerked her up by the shoulders, facing her, then tearing the blouse from her shoulders. Uncle Billy did it easily, tearing it in half, then sliding his hands around her body She felt,the fingers fumbling with the strap of her bra. She tried to fight back, twisting around while pressing her palms against his chest. Bill only laughed at her vain attempts, slapping down her hands, then wheeling her around and draping the teen over the couch. He stood behind her, his knees digging into the backs of her legs. She could feel his hot crotch press up against her ass. When she tried pulling her head up off the sofa-seat cushion, Uncle Billy slapped one hand roughly against the back of her head, stunning the teen into meek submission.
"Uhhhhhh!" Karen moaned as she felt the bra being ripped from her body, her tits tumbling out from the cups.
"Man, and she digs gettin' them nipples pinched and torqued. She digs gettin' a finger up the ass, too, Dad. She just digs gettin' fucked around."
Bill arched his eyebrows, hunching his groin against her. "Then she's gonna have as good a time as we will. Let's take her downstairs."
Although Karen had never been in the cellar before, she instinctively knew something terrible would happen to her down there. She screamed, flailing her fists against her uncle. When Davey tried to catch her legs, the girl kicked back at him, twisting and writhing like a snake. Bill snarled at her defiance, cocking one hand back and bringing down a heavy fist against one side of her head. The crushing blow knocked the girl out, sending her slumped to the floor in total defeat.
How long she had been unconscious, Karen didn't know. It must have been only for a few moments. She awoke in the arms of her uncle. He was carrying her, her head lolling from side to side. The girl caught glimpses of the overhead kitchen light globe. Davey was saying something about some kinds of machines downstairs. Uncle Bill had banged her head against the refrigerator, adjusting her position, then hefting her down the steep wooden cellar steps. As he carried her down, Karen decided to lie loose and supple, not wanting either of them to realize she was awake. They reached the bottom. Karen wanted to look around. But Davey was still behind her. She was afraid to move.
The girl felt the dampness, heard her cousin turn on one of the light switches. The darkness turned into a yellowish dim glare. Uncle Billy carried her a little farther, finally setting her down on a chair. One hand dug into her firm ass-cheeks for a moment before finally letting her go. She slumped forward, careful not to fall from the chair onto the floor. Curling her toes slightly, she felt the cool, hard surface of the concrete floor.
"Let's put her on the table. I want to try something with this one."
Davey half-carried, half-dragged her from the chair to the table, setting her down hard on the wooden table top. Karen opened one eye, recognizing the table as a kind of workbench. She let herself dangle on it, lying with her arms half off the sides. She breathed slow and easy, hiding the constant flutter in her belly.
"Get me the screws-and don't forget the Coleman lantern," Uncle Billy said.
Karen peered to the side from one slitted eye. She saw several large chests pushed helter-skelter around the cellar. There were one or two banged-up metal cabinets, all with combination locks on them. There wasn't too much unusual around here she could see. As the girl began to meditate on her fate, she heard the heavy, raspy breathing of her uncle.
"You're right, Son. She's quite a beautiful girl. Going to see what she looks like all over."
Karen still managed to maintain her charade, lying there limply while her uncle unzipped her Levi's and pulled them with her panties from her body. He let out a low whistle, brushing her cunt bush with the flat of one hand. Her thighs rippled involuntarily at that teasing touch.
"Virgin, eh? Too bad you fucked her. I wouldn't have minded fucking this one."
"She still tight, pad," Davey apologized.
Uncle Bill shrugged, throwing her trousers and panties to the floor.
"Doesn't matter. I've got other plans for this niece of mine. First, bring the rope."
There was a moment's pause. Then Karen felt something being drawn over her ankles, her legs being roughly spread apart. Davey was looping half-inch line around her feet in figure-eights, securing the free ends to what Karen guessed were hooks or something underneath the table. The rope was snug, but did not cut off the circulation. Davey had obviously done this before.
Uncle Billy moved behind her, taking one arm, stretching it behind her head. Karen felt him loop the rope twice around her right wrist, then pull back until her elbow was draped just over the back of the table. The hemp cut lightly into her flesh. Her uncle moved to the other arm, also looping a short length of line around her wrist, then fastening it to the table leg. In moments, Karen felt stretched taut across the table top, her muscles aching from the tension. No longer could the girl keep pretending she was still unconscious. Groaning, Karen fluttered her eyelids open, turning her head to one side. Uncle Billy was there, having stripped the shirt from his body. His big pecs, thick-muscled arms and hairy chest were all plainly visible.
"You said she's real tight, Son?"
"Yeah, Dad. Man, thought she was gonna break off my prick or something the first time I fucked her," Davey said, his lips twisted into a sneer.
"Then we're gonna have to loosen her up before I fuck her."
Karen felt the splintery wood knifing into her naked ass, and a sheen of nervous perspiration glistened over her body. Her tits lay flat on her chest, her nipples long and red and tempting to the two men. Karen moved her thighs a little, feeling her cunt lips rubbing up against one another. She tried pulling her wrists up a little, but the rope kept them tight against the table.
"Open the trap door just under her ass, Davey."
The young stud scrambled under Karen. There was some fumbling. Then she felt the wood directly under her ass disappear. Karen let out a little gasp as the cool damp basement air kissed her hot ass-cheeks. Her ass-hole winked shut as she straightened her legs.
"Sometimes a little persuasion does the trick along with the leather," Uncle Billy said, unfastening his black leather belt, then sliding it from the pant loops.
Karen's eyes widened as she watched him doubling the belt, them smacking it lightly and rhythmically against one thigh. The resulting cracking sound sent shivers racing up and down her spine. Again, the girl twisted against her rope bonds, feeling the line chafing her flesh.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she stammered.
"What you went through in the barn today's nothing, baby. Trust me. We're going to make you one of us, one big happy family."
"Never! I'll never love doing-doing things like that!" she spat back, half in anger, half in fear.
Bill laughed.
"They all say that one time or other. We'll see."
There was the sound of more movement under the bench. Karen cocked her head as best she could to one side, hearing the rattling sound of glass against metal. The two men were talking about something. She overheard the word, "matches."
"You're a girl from Los Angeles, Karen. You appreciate the heat. I think you'll appreciate this."
Karen whimpered, stopping her wild thrashing movements. She smelled something-gasoline? No, it was something stronger, the smell of burning sulphur, a struck match. What was happening down there under the table? The draft made her ass-flesh pucker into goose bumps as her ass-cheeks hung down through the trap door. There was the sound again of glass against metal. Then Karen remembered them talking something about a Coleman lantern. It must be there under her table, but why?
In a second Karen knew what was going to happen. She felt the smooth brush of the glass lip of the lantern against one of her ass-cheeks. Immediately the cool that had caressed her ass now switched to searing heat. The girl screamed, her mouth twisting open and her eyelids fluttered wildly. Karen curled her fingers, her muscles bulging against her flesh as she wallowed her shoulder blades against the splintery wooden table top. It was awful, hideous! The girl tried desperately to jerk her ass up from the licking flame. By tightening her thigh and calf muscles Karen was able to pull her buttocks inches up from the table. But the resulting pain and tension in her shoulders and thighs were too much for her to keep her butt raised. In a moment she had to relax, letting her ass sag back down into the square-cut hole.
"Yaghghhghghghghhh!" Again the teen jerked her buttocks up. Her tits rose and fell sharply, her nipples becoming harder. Her belly spasmed, making her tits dance then, slap softly together. Davey was underneath, moving the glass cover now to the other ass-cheek. Karen screamed again, the flame and superheated air singeing her ass-flesh. Her tendons strained, her body shivering mightily as she struggled against the chafing, biding ropes. Again and again, Karen begged her uncle to stop the pain, to let her go. She sobbed, her words drowned in a river of tears. But Bill only watched her with growing arousal, his prick twitching against the front of his Levi's.
"You enjoy the heat, just like I thought."
Bill squatted down, watching his son moving the Coleman lantern from ass-cheek to ass-cheek.
"Take off the glass. Let her feel the fire."
"Right, Dad."
He was going to brand her ass. Karen jerked her head back, her eyes bugging out while she screamed out her lungs. The cords stood out from her neck while her tongue whipped against her teeth. Davey moved the fire back up to her ass, at times letting the blue-orange flame flatten against her flesh. He moved it away before the fire had a chance to raise any blisters.
Karen writhed and twisted against the table, jerking her hips up to try to move her ass away from the licking heat.
"Oh, oh, you're going to kill me with that! Oh, God, God!"
Karen wished her uncle would hit her now, knock her unconscious and do what he would with her. But Uncle Billy only watched and smiled, his niece's screams a sweet music to his ears while his son let the fire dance over her shivering ass-cheeks.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ahhhh, oh, God, God, don't, oh, no, take it away!"
Uncle Billy moved the flame closer to her ass. Davey held the Coleman while the two watched the fire lick into Karen's ass-hole. The girl screamed again, flinching upward, her body trembling with pain and horror. Her screams rose higher. And strangely enough Karen began to feel something else as well. Her clit was starting to quiver. The pain in her ass somehow was triggering another reaction quite different from fear or agony. The nerves in her cunt were racing with the flicking of that flame.
"Ygaghghghhhhhh!"
Karen strained at the rope. She jerked up and down like a roped puppet. Davey moved the fire up to the top of her ass-cheeks, letting the flame kiss her rounded curves, then slipped the Coleman back down to her shitter. Oh, how much she wanted him to take that dreadful fire away. But at the same time, how much she wanted someone to touch her cunt, her tits, her ass. She bit down hard on her lips to keep from shrieking out her need. How she wanted Davey or her uncle to finger-fuck her once more. Perhaps someone would mount her and stick his prick in her, the image of being fucked again, of having both men fucking her at the same time raced through her mind as the licking flame singed her flesh.
"Uhhhhh, yaghghghhghh!" Karen cried, twisting and jerking her hips shamelessly. Uncle Billy rose, watching her as his prick grew harder. He grabbed her ass, spreading her ass-cheeks widely apart.
"You're gonna feel it all over now, baby. You're gonna feel it licking right into your cunt if I can do it," he threatened.
When Karen felt her uncle's fingers jerking her cunt lips apart, she groaned. The flame was raking her plump ass-cheeks now. It almost felt like the playful slap of a boyfriend. She started to weep. Uncle Billy let her go, stepping back to watch her humiliation. Then laughing softly, he had his son turn up the flame. The long orange tongue of fire rubbed and brushed up against her ass, reddening her flesh. The teen groaned, jerking on the ropes and begging once more for mercy. Her uncle kept her ass-cheeks spread apart, passing the flame in and out of her asscrack.
"Oh, stop, oh, God! You're hurting me! Oh, God, no, no, noooo!"
Uncle Billy stood up, reaching around and sticking his forefinger into her cunt, while Davey moved the flame back and forth over her asscrack. Karen groaned, cinching her eyes shut tight while she felt his finger wriggling its way into her fuck-hole. The rubber-like rim of her pussy cinched down hard, milking at the invader. Uncle Billy held her down, sliding that finger down, down until his knuckles were pressing into her soft, hot cuntflesh. Karen let out another howl as the fire licked deep into her shitter.
"Ooooowwwwwwww!"
"You like this, baby. You like this, all the fire, all the fuckin', isn't that right, Karen?"
"No, no, not true!" she gasped, barely able to pronounce the words.
"Liar!"
He slapped her hard across the face, still pushing his finger deep into her cunthole.
"I can feel you down there. You're all warm and wet, just like a woman should be. But you need something like this," he said, nodding down toward the lamp, "to get you going."
"No, no, no!"
He began stroking her clit, making Karen snap her knees toward one another, while she jerked her ass up once again from the table top. She writhed, crying out as the flame seemed to burn deeper. It was like the lust burning in her pussy, driving all thoughts from her mind except those of fucking. Davey was laughing, moving the fire now down a little farther until the flame was singeing some of the blonde cunt curls poking down from her pussy. He was getting too close to her cunt! The thought of that fire tickling into her pussy both terrified and excited her. More juice seeped from her velvety cunt slot, wetting down her cunt curls as the fire licked up a little farther. The blonde teen let out another howl of terror, her pussy spasming shut on the wiggling finger.
"She's going for it, Son. She can't keep her pussy from licking my finger."
"See what happens-now!"
Davey spread her ass-cheeks a little farther, now brushing his fingers up against her pussy. Karen could feel both men touching her, feeling her up. She groaned through her chattering, clenched teeth. And then the flame itself was licking at her pussy. Karen opened her mouth, a rush of air escaping over her teeth. The pain, the horror had stilled her voice for the moment. She stared round-eyed at the ceiling, her nostrils flaring as her chest tightened. She was concentrating on that fire, her mind centering on that horrid flame that was licking now just below her pussy. Again Davey brought the Coleman lantern up, letting the fire flick in and burn more of her cunt curls. Karen let out a howl, her throat aching from the effort of screaming so much.
"That's it, Son. I think she's had enough of the fire for now."
Davey said something in disappointment, then pulled the Coleman lantern out from under the girl. Karen sighed with thankful relief, feeling him push the board back into the workbench. She was gasping in air now, feeling a bit more relaxed as she rubbed her injured ass over the wood. That awful fire had nearly burned her cunt to ashes!
"Now you know we aren't screwin' around, right Karen? We mean business here. Son, gimme a cigarette. I want the little girl here to know we mean to get serious," Uncle Billy said, his face darkening cruelly.
"No, oh, no. I know you're not joking!" she gasped, her voice a throaty whisper. Not more burning. Oh, God, not more pain, not so soon after that dreadful fire singeing her cunt and ass-hole!
Bill took a pack, handed to him by his son, easing one cigarette out. He slipped it between his lips, his son lighting it with a match. Karen wrinkled her nose. He was blowing the smoke in her face. She could smell the burned sulphur from the struck match. It was like roasting in hell, she thought as she kept her gaze glued to her sadistic uncle.
"You know, I felt your pussy really tightenin' up when Davey was down there burnin' up. your ass," he said, taking a long drag, then letting out a thin trail of smoke toward the ceiling. "You were goin' nuts, movin' that ass back and forth while I was fuckin' you with my finger. You like pain, don't you, Karen?"
"No, no, you're crazy!"
She stared at him, her breaths becoming shorter, raspier. Uncle Billy took another drag, then held the cigarette lightly between his thumb and forefinger and brought it down between her legs. He smiled, moving the cigarette up until the glowing tip was singeing the girl's blonde cunt curls black. Karen whimpered, a scream about to explode in her throat. She felt the small but intense, concentrated heat curling into her pussy like a tongue. Jerking her head up, Karen watched with growing terror, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. She curled her fingers, feeling her muscles cramp with the growing tension.
Karen strained to be silent. She didn't want to give her uncle and cousin the pleasure of listening to her cry out in pain and fear. But the strain was becoming too great for her. She tried cringing away, the heat from the cigarette starting to redden the flesh around her cunt. Bill moved the cigarette away. He positioned it over the stretched tendon of her left inner thigh, the glowing coal making her flesh sweat and grow pink. Karen writhed against the ropes, feeling them rubbing her damp skin raw with the resulting moving friction. He touched the glowing head of the long white cigarette, dragging it along the line of her tendon.
"Mmmmmfmmmfmmffff!" she groaned.
Karen still tried to keep the scream down. She was tensing her body now, feeling the awful burning shoot into her brain. And then with a whispering crackle, the curly hairs around her pussy began to burn again. The smell of the singeing hair added to the smell of the tobacco. Karen wanted to die.
"No reaction," Bill said with an air of disappointment. "Maybe up here."
Uncle Billy pulled the cigarette from her cunt-mound, moving up up to her left nipple. Again Karen felt the intense heat. This time it was around her tit tip. Uncle Billy was grinning at her with that hellish smile once more, his son standing on the opposite side pinching her right nipple. Karen jerked her head from side to side, first looking pleadingly at Davey, then shifting her gaze to her uncle. Then Uncle Billy dropped the burning tip to her hard, half-inch long red nipple.
At first there was nothing. Karen felt the light pressure of the cigarette against her rigid nipple. Then there was an icy sensation, quickly followed by the searing pain she had felt seconds ago in her ass-hole. Her forehead wrinkled and a scream exploded with a vengeance. "Eeeeeyiiiiiii!"
Karen cinched her eyes shut, tears flowing from under her long lashes, while her body trembled mightily. She pressed up against the restraining ropes, her spine arching away from the table top. Karen thought her bones were crushing from the agony that ripped through her nipple. Oh, God, God, please let me die now! Karen begged silently.
"That's enough of that," Bill said, pulling the cigarette away from her nipple.
Karen fell back against the table once more, staring with growing hatred at the father-son team of sadists.
"No, baby, we don't want you screaming so much," he said, slapping her across the face. "You're gonna give me a headache. Besides, there isn't anyone around here who's going to hear you."
"Yeah, and if they did, they'd probably come right in and join us," Davey commented.
Karen thought of the others. Yes, she could well imagine Davey's friends, Hank and Greig, lining up outside. She watched as her uncle pulled the Coleman lantern completely out from under the table, turning down the flame completely. He then opened his Levi's, shoving them down to his ankles and stepping from them. Davey followed suit. Karen gasped, her cunt tweaking with excitement. Uncle Billy's prick was big, a little thicker, a little longer than his son's. What she saw dangling from between his legs astounded her. She shuddered, twisting again against her bonds. She wanted to run away. And yet at the same time the girl wanted to spread her thighs even farther apart and take on both father and son.
"But you've got to wait for this," Bill said, scratching his balls and fondling his cock.
Uncle Billy bent down, picking up the belt he had pulled earlier from his trouser loops. He curled it once more in his hand, drawing the smooth surface over her thighs. Karen screwed her eyes up and looked questioningly at her uncle. Weren't they going to fuck her?
But Uncle Billy only drew the doubled belt over her thighs, grinning at her once more. She saw his straight white teeth appear just behind his black bushy mustache. Her heart contracted. In spite of all the evil things he had done to her so far, she had to admit he was handsome. At the same time, Karen felt her cunt muscles contracting, squeezing out yet more juice from her fuck-hole. Bill looked down and noticed the dew dotting her singed pussycurls. He smiled more broadly.
Cocking his arm back, her uncle brought the belt down between her thighs. The makeshift weapon struck her clit.
"Eaaaaeeeaayyghghghhhhhh!"
Karen shrieked, snapping her body up like an over-taut bow.
"Hurt, Karen? Did you feel that one?"
"Oh, yes! Oh, please, don't, not again. Not the fire, not this! Oh, no!"
Uncle Bill rubbed the belt against his stubbly chin, surveying his niece's lithe, white body wriggling there atop the workbench. He saw the ropes tightening, the hemp stretching as Karen pulled and yanked at her horrible, restraining bonds. She was staring at him with those same wide, rounded eyes, tears of fear glazing them. Again Bill brought his arm up, waving the belt high in the air. Davey drew back, working his fingers over his prick as he, too, slipped his Levi's down over his ankles and stepped from them.
"Uh, ow! Aghghghghhhh, eyyyiiiiii!"
Again and again, Uncle Billy brought the belt down, striking her across the belly, her tits, then finally her thighs. Soon Karen felt herself nearly become numb to the smacking blows. Working himself into a frenzy, Bill stepped around to the head of his niece, letting the belt straighten, then draping it around her throat. Karen gagged, feeling the leather pressing against her windpipe. Bill had gripped either end of the belt and now was pulling down against her throat.
She looked into her uncle's hellishly glistening eyes. He was going to kill her. This was going to be the ultimate in sadism.
"Noooooo!"
The leather tightened around her windpipe. Desperately, the girl tried to suck in air with wheezing, rattling sounds. Her mouth hung opened. Her nostrils flared, burning with what little oxygen she could draw. It was so horrible, suffocating this way and not being able even to move her arms or legs! The room began to swim around her. Just as she had given up hope, Uncle Billy slipped the belt from her throat, letting it fall with a clatter to the floor.
"This is fun, baby. Don't you think we're all havin' some fun?" he said.
Karen didn't answer. She was coughing and gasping, trying to fill her lungs with the air. Fires of hell raged through the girl as she stared at the two men.
"Davey, bring that box of screws over here. I want to see your cousin in 'em."
Karen lay quietly, thanking God there were some moments to rest. In a second her cousin returned with a large brown wooden box. She could hear metallic things rattling in it.
"This'll make you feel even better about fucking. Most girls dig it," Davey said, pulling out several screw-like devices.
Karen stared curiously at them, wrinkling her forehead in surprise as she watched her uncle select several and lay them carefully between her spread legs.
"This one's the first," he said, holding up a clamp shaped something like an earring, then bringing it up against her right cunt lip.
Karen shuddered at the cold metal, her knees jerking slightly, her ankle pulling against the rope. She dropped her head the moment she felt the clamp cinching down on her cunt lip. Uncle Billy began screwing the object tighter and tighter. He had her pussylip trapped in the screw, and in a moment he was pulling it against her right thigh.
"That's good."
Bill smiled as the girl gritted her teeth in pain and humiliation. The pulling sensation was as agonizing as it was degrading. And now her uncle was taking a second screw and doing the same thing to her left cunt lip.
"You're openin' her so much, Dad, you could drive a bus through her," Davey laughed.
"She's still tight down there," Bill said, poking one finger into his niece's pussy to make sure.
Karen let put another whimper, feeling his finger gouging deep into her cunt. "Ohhhh, no, stop!"
Uncle Billy pulled his finger out, sniffing at it and grinning down at her.
"Hot cunt-juice. Man, honey, that means you're really into this! She's so steamin' now, I bet she'd fry up a couple of cocks real fast."
Next her uncle took several screws a little smaller than the first, attaching them to her nipples. He was careful with the right tit tip, the one he had burned lightly with his cigarette. She clenched her fists, her fingernails digging into her sweat-damp palms.
"Now we're starting-okay, Karen honey? Your uncle's gonna fuck you good. Davey, you can get her in the mouth if you want. You said she-likes that."
"Oh, yeah. Gonna break her jaw with my cock," Davey grunted.
"No, ohhhhh!"
Uncle Bill crawled on top of her, his mouth hungrily searching for hers. And when his mouth found her lips, he bit down, chewing on her lips, drawing some blood.
"No, no, don't-don't do this, Uncle Billy, don't fuck me!"
But something else inside her was begging the big man to fuck her. She could feel his hard, hot prick rubbing up against her thighs, poking into her cunt. The more she screamed, the more Bill slapped her across the face. Now she could feel a wonderful heat flaming through her body, a flame as hot as the one that had seared her ass.
"You wanna get fucked like a wild woman? Okay, baby, that's the way you're gonna get it."
Karen rolled her eyes up just in time to see her cousin dangling his prick in front of her. Oh God, it was a nightmare-or dream-come true!
CHAPTER SIX
"Take it! Take it the way you took Hank's cock."
Davey held her skull, bending his knees while driving his cockhead between her teeth. Karen opened her mouth as she had never parted it before, swallowing her cousin's cock with one gulp. Davey sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.
"Oh, yeah, you suck my son off good," Bill crooned, pulling back to give Davey more room. "You suck him dry while I fuck you silly, bitch."
Karen swallowed several times to keep the spit and pre-cum from choking her. Karen squirmed and strained under her uncle's hands, feeling him pinch and slap her thighs, then move his hands up under her ass and knead her ass-cheeks. He squeezed them hard, rubbing them against one another while pushing a finger into her ass-hole. Davey bent his knees a little more, rubbing his crotch up against her flattened nose. Karen almost sneezed. The black wiry hairs surrounding the base of her cousin's prick tickled her nostrils.
"She's going for it, Dad. Man, she's got that tongue workin' around my cock until--fuckin' shit, she's gonna make me pop off!"
The urgency in her cousin's voice told Karen to slow down.
"Easy, Son. Don't want to end this night right now. I've got lots planned for Karen," Bill said, slapping Karen's ass-cheeks hard once more.
Davey began slowing down his mouth-fucking movements, caressing the sides of her head while fucking her throat gently with his prickhead. Karen tasted that flat taste of cum bubbling from Davey's cock. She wanted to spit out his prick and scream out how they were abusing her. And at the same time, Karen wanted to keep her cousin's cock in her mouth, wriggling her tongue around the base until she tasted that jetting mass of cum against the back of her throat.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, she's gonna feel real nice wrapped around my prick."
The pressure of the screws on her cunt lips and nipples now made her body flush with lust. She wanted a cock, a big cock inside her. She knew that a prick as big and fat as the one sported by Uncle Billy would stretch her cunt to the limits. The pain, she guessed, would make it all that much more exciting. And when he put his mouth around her left nipple, sucking and nibbling with those square front teeth, Karen thought she would surely lose her mind. The metal rings, the clamping sensation drove her mad!
His tongue flicked around her tit tip, slicking down her rubbery nipple, drawing more squeals of joy from her. Davey's cock kept her from letting her uncle know just how aroused she was. But he certainly could tell from the way her cunt was overheating just how excited she was.
"Huhhfhfhfhfff!" she gasped.
Karen felt shocking thrills surge through her as her uncle brought his knees up against the insides of hers, pushing her thighs apart. In a moment, Karen felt his fat hot cockhead shoving up against her pussy, spreading her cunt lips even more. The clamps were keeping her wide open. Her head throbbed with excitement. She knew that the wonderful feeling of fulfillment was only minutes away. Her uncle was going to make her cum. Oh, yes, he was going to stretch and fuck her with his prick until she yammered for mercy and finally shot off.
"Ohhhhh, man, man, she's movin' that tongue, oh, fuck, up and down against my prickhead! Jesus fuck, no wonder Hank lost his load fast!"
"Take it easy, Karen. You don't want Davey to be shootin' right now, do you?"
To emphasize his point, Uncle Billy jerked his prick into her cunt with one blow, slapping
Her ass-cheeks with both hands. Karen grunted. She felt his hot cockshaft spreading her apart even more. Her slick, itchy cuntwalls cramped in, rubbing up against his invading prick. Her rubbery cunt rim snugged up right against his cock, pulling at the restraining metal rings.
Uncle Billy was back sucking tit, his teeth nipping and biting down hard on her nipple, while he sucked hard. He moved his hands up from her ass now, letting them crawl freely all over her body. Her large tits heaved up and down while Bill's mouth sucked and licked at her itching nipples.
"Let me try it in her mouth, Davey. I hear that smackin' going on 'til it's driving me nuts. I think she'd like tasting her own cunt-juice on my cock."
Obediently, Davey pulled his cock from his cousin's mouth, holding it tightly in both hands to keep from shooting all over Karen's face. Then Uncle Billy was sitting on her chest, pressing against her tits until they rubbed against his prick. Bill fucked her like this, drawing his cock in and out, pushing her tits around so the length of his cock rubbed continually against her spit-slicked nipples. Karen rolled her head from side to side, long tangles of her blonde hair clinging to her throat and forehead. She couldn't believe the sensations racing from her nipples, burning into her brain. Karen tightened her, muscles, feeling her mind reeling out of control while his prick sawed in and out, in and out.
"I'm glad somebody fucked you first. Virgins make you do all the work," Uncle Billy said.
"Sort of ... not so much for this one, though," Davey objected.
Uncle Billy shrugged, fucking her tits more frantically than before.
"Then we've got something here I'm not gonna let-go of fast," he said haltingly, his prick starting to jerk and twitch.
Karen was screaming now, the pain in her nipples and cunt lips fusing with the pleasure coursing through her pussy. He moved forward even more, his knees pressing painfully on her upper arms. Karen thought her shoulders would break from the pressure. She let out a grunt, tears rolling from her eyes. Uncle Billy rubbed his cockhead over her lips, then slapped her mouth open. Leaning forward, his balls dangling like huge leathery coconuts, he jammed half his cock into her mouth. Karen gagged, struggling up from her bonds while trying to close her mouth. He was going to strangle her, cut the air from her body. Karen tried moving her head to one side, then to the other. Nothing worked. Bill's body trapped her.
Bill groaned, his prick bending slightly at the center while the thick blue veins throbbed against the taut outer skin. He pulled out a little, watching as her lips puckered along. Then he hunched back in, bracing his hands against the top of the table, while his knees pushed down harder, more painfully against her shoulders.
He fucked her this way, never getting more than one-half his prick into her mouth. Karen thought several times she would black out. The lack of oxygen was driving her mad, making her feel time and time again that she would faint. Then Uncle Billy withdrew, his prick bobbing up and down in front of her. Looking cross-eyed, the girl saw his double-lobed, blood-heavy cockhead pulsing like a live animal.
"You're right, Son," Uncle Billy agreed, letting out a sigh. "She'd suck me dry in a sec if I didn't pull out."
"Magic mouth. That's what we oughtta call her," Davey mocked.
"Taste it, baby? Taste your own cunt juice on there? I was fuckin' you before, remember? Man, you'd go after anything, wouldn't you?"
Karen flushed beet red, wishing they would leave her alone in some crack to ponder her own humiliation. Bill went back to crawling on top of his niece, pinching her nipples, then finally fucking his long cock into her. Karen let out a cry, arching her spine until she thought it would snap in half. It was the best, most filling thing she had felt in her whole life. The rings rattled against her shivering cunt lips as they tried to close tight around his invading prick. The tension drove Karen higher and higher.
Inch by inch, throbbing inch, the big man's cock fucked into her cunthole. Karen's face twitched, blanching as more and more of Bill's prickmeat slipped into her. Davey was behind her once more, slapping her mouth open, then pushing his prick into her throat.
"Oh, man, oh, man, I'm gonna blow in this cunt's mouth," Davey hissed.
"Do it, Son! Come on and go for it. Yeah, she's gonna make it, too. Can feel, uhhh, can feel 'er snuggin' up on me. Man, she's hotter 'n some minks," Uncle Billy groaned, shifting his hips from side to side so Karen could better feel him fucking her.
Davey trenched out her throat, then fucked forward, holding her skull hard as his balls pumped out spurt after squirt of his jizz. Karen coughed as more and more cum shot into her mouth. Her shoulders shook, her body convulsing while the young stud kept his prick buried all the way in her.
"Oh man, man, suck it, suck!"
His words died into a groan as the last of his jizz shot from his balls. He pulled out, letting the blonde teen swallow the remains and gasp for air.
"Going to cum," Karen panted, her crotch tense, on fire.
"Good, baby. That's good. I want to feel you cumming against my prick."
Her wet, squiggly pussy flesh squeezed around Uncle Billy's prick, holding it tightly while her cunt muscles milked heavily at his pistoning fuckrod.
"Uhhhhh, ooooohhhhh!" she wailed.
It was happening. There was no stopping it now. Karen felt the explosion in her cunt spread to her belly, then to her tits. Uncle Billy was digging his fingernails into her lush ass-cheeks, hurting them. Karen felt her body melting under his constant fucking. She wanted more. The young teen tossed her hips with as much abandon as she could, the ropes holding her firmly to the table. A deep sobbing breath pressed against her chest. It was so hard to breathe. And still her uncle was fucking her, his hips banging hers until they were black and blue. When would he stop?
Karen felt herself being jerked and shoved along until she was pitched into climax. Her body heaved, her chest swelling mightily as the first stinging blow of her climax pinched from her clit.
"Yahghghghggh!" she screamed.
It was as if that flame were everywhere now, burning her clit, her tits, her ass, her belly. Again and again the stinging spasms snapped through her cunt, driving the air from her, turning her into a mindless fuck machine. Her pussy snapped shut on Uncle Billy's driving prick.
"Take it-uhhh-all, you little fuckin' slut."
Uncle Billy gave her three more fuck-thrusts, then kept his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt. Karen kept on yelling her head off, her words a rush of obscenities. She felt him shivering and jerking all over, his hands slapping her ass-cheeks, then moving up and squeezing her tits. Again and again her cunt lips hardened with the spasms, jerking at the restraining iron rings, pulling her pussylips wide open.
"Uhhhhhhhh, fuck it out, you little bitch! Yeah, do it!"
Still jerking, Karen saw whirling stars and exploding lights blinding her. Uncle Billy was finishing up his climax, having dumped his load hard and fast into her hot fuck-hole. Little by little the white water fall he'd unleashed in her cunt decreased. He was biting her throat now, moving his thighs sensuously, stirring his prick like a giant spoon in her cunt.
"Man, oh, man, she's not goin' home for a long time," Uncle Billy pronounced, wiping the sweat from his head.
Karen groaned, feeling his prickhead tugging backward at her cunt as he started to withdraw. She wanted to say no, to tell him to leave his prick in. But instead, Karen lay quietly, savoring the odd sensation of having her cuntwalls shrinking back together behind his outsliding cock. Cum dribbled from her stretched fuck-hole, washing hotly down her thighs and oozing into her asscrack. Uncle Billy rose to his knees, scratching his fat, hairy balls.
"I don't want her going back to her room, not now, not 'til we get some insurance on her that she's not going to run."
"I won't tell! Oh, I promise, I won't," Karen whispered.
"Can't be sure about that," her uncle said, cocking his head to one side. "When I get into town tomorrow, I'll get some more film. Then we'll have a handle on you. Until then, you'll have to spend the night in the fruit cellar."
Davey and Bill unfastened the ropes around her wrists, pulling down her arms and raising her from the table. Every muscle in her body ached. Davey held her while his father continued pulling the ropes off, finally sliding the line from her right ankle. When the young stud let go, Karen rubbed her sore wrists together, then looked down at the cummy mess staining her cunt.
"You're one hell of a fuck, Karen. It must run in the family," Bill said. "Okay, inside."
They led her to another part of the basement. She wanted to have her clothes back. Karen was starting to feel some of the evening chill aching through to her bones and joints. Uncle Billy wouldn't let her have a thing. Instead, he threw her an old gray woolen blanket. Karen grabbed at it greedily, snugging it around her body and feeling better. Davey opened a wooden door to her right. She had to stoop her head in order to get in.
"We'll be back-later."
The door slammed as if it were part of a prison cell. Karen wheeled around, letting the blanket hang open for a moment as she clawed wildly at the rotting wood. It was sealed tightly. Nothing she could do would dislodge the door. A small barred window admitted some of the moonlight from outside. There was no glass in it. At first the teen had the urge to scream. But no one would hear her. There would only be the farm animals and her two tormentors listening to her cries.
Karen, sighed, drawing the coarse, blanket around her shoulders. The reflected moonlight revealed absolutely nothing in the small room. There was still the faint aroma of old vegetables and fruits hanging in the air. But there was not so much as an overturned crate for her to rest on. Moving to one corner away from the window, Karen squatted on the floor. She rubbed the blanket against her face, thinking of her pleasant, small bedroom in LA. She took one corner of the blanket, using it as a kind of tarp, and rested her naked ass on the floor. Taking another edge, the sniffling girl cleaned her pussy as best she could, enjoying the rough rubbing sensation that the blanket made against her pussy. Never in all his visits to her home had Uncle Billy seemed to be like this!
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed.
Insanity, that was a good word for it. Uncle Billy had lost his mind, along with his son, living here alone. And she was the victim. Karen closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall and hoping for sleep. It came fitfully. She had vague dreams about Davey pinning her down, fucking her, then turning her over to his father for another fuck.
She awoke with a start, finding herself staring at the window once more. Had the moon set? It seemed darker. She saw the stars winking at her; Karen moved her ass. Some jagged pieces of broken concrete tore through the coarse wool blanket, sending strange slivered sensations through her ass. Karen hugged the blanket around her more tightly, trying to concentrate on the persistent chill. But the chips digging into her ass distracted her.
It was strange how these chips were exciting her now in the middle of the night. Without giving it more thought, Karen slipped the blanket out from under her ass. She gasped as she moved her ass around, then felt the cold sharp cement chips touch her sensitive cunt lips. Karen straightened her back stiffly, her round ass flat against the rough cold concrete floor.
"Uhhhh!"
Karen winced as the slivers bit into her pussylips. Then she sighed as the jagged cold things scratched her inner cunt flesh. When she moved her thighs back and forth, she got the feeling she was being fucked! Putting her hands down on either side of her thighs, the girl began rocking from side to side, then sliding back and forth. She wriggled her hips to position the spikes against her clit. Then contact was made. Karen gasped, throwing back her shoulders. Her tits rose and fell on her chest, her nipples sticking out again. She raised herself, her elbows bowing out slightly, then lowered herself onto those chips,; beating her fleshy ass on the floor. Her body was warm now, insensitive to the cold around her. The slapping wet sound of her ass against the floor grew louder.
"Huhrhhrhrhhrrr!" she growled.
Back straight, head thrown back, eyes closed, Karen worked her cunt against the chips under her. The edge cut deep. Her wet clit was slick with juice. She kept at it, feeling a climax come again to her.
"Uhhhhh, ohhhh!"
Karen kept her mouth shut, not wanting Davey and his father to come bursting in to see what was happening. Slumping exhausted, panting heavily, Karen jerked the blanket around her body once more, enjoying the ebbing fuck sensations that took over her body once again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The minutes tickled by slowly. The temperature in the cold fruit cellar dropped, but the woolen blanket managed to keep Karen warm. She huddled in a corner, her legs tucked under her naked ass as she thought of the day's events. They had raped her brutally. And what was worse, she had enjoyed it. Even the beatings had had their pleasant edge. Karen shrugged her head between her shoulders, feeling shivers of revulsion mixed with shudders of pleasure race through her. Things were happening too quickly for her to understand them. Her uncle and cousin were pushing her along a path she both wanted and dreaded.
There was a claw-like skitter of some small animal that had stopped near her. She drew her feet in a little more, hugging the blanket tightly around her shoulders. It would be just like her uncle to leave her here to deal with this awful creature. Karen leaned forward, straining through the hazy darkness to try to see anything. Her heart beat wildly as she thought about the possibilities that awaited her.
"Oh!" she gasped.
That skittering sounded again. Karen shrank in against a corner, her eyes darting about the room wildly. Her stomach growled. She hadn't had anything to eat in a while. Moving the blanket around her throat, she thought about taking a nice warm bath, as well. How good it would be to be back at home safe in her snug, warm bed rather than crouching here naked in her uncle's cold fruit cellar.
Hearing footsteps, Karen jerked to a sitting position, her fingers nervously clutching at the blanket. Looking outside through that small, high window, she could see that it wasn't daylight yet. How long had they kept her down here? In a moment the heavy wooden door of the fruit cellar grated open. Someone had switched on the light. Karen shielded her eyes from the glare. The bright shaft of yellow hurt after so many hours in complete darkness. She squeezed her fingers together, feeling her heart skip a beat.
"Okay, up, Karen. We're ready for you."
The young teen refused to move. She sat there, her head bent slightly to the floor. Davey walked in and lifted her by the arms, dragging her from the cellar. She kept her head down, her long blonde hair falling over her face. Uncle Billy had turned on all the basement lights. Looking through her curtaining hair, Karen tried to adjust her eyes to the sudden glare. Her uncle's fingers tightened around her upper arm as Davey pulled her forward toward the far wall. They stopped, Karen's eyes rolled up. She saw a horizontal wooden bar hanging approximately six feet from the floor, suspended by a single chain attached to the ceiling. Davey moved to a pulley device nearby, lowering it until it dangled directly over her head.
"Raise your hands, both of them," her uncle ordered.
Karen hesitated, and was rewarded with a sharp slap across her face. She shook the hair from her eyes, pulling her arms up, feeling the insides of her wrists touching either side of the pole. Both Davey and his dad worked quickly, using two lengths of brown leather thong to bind her wrists to the rod. Karen groaned, watching them loop the leather around in two double-figure-eight knots, cinching the material tightly against her flesh. The muscles in her arms strained from their upright position. But Karen was still able to stand with her feet flat on the floor.
"You've been laying in that damned place for a while. You've got cum on your pussy," Uncle Billy said, pointing to her cunt.
Karen blushed furiously, trying to twist her cunt away from his view.
"I can't have a niece of mine walking around like that."
Immediately, Karen once more thought of that warm bath, that snug bed back in LA. Then she realized she was being stretched here, stark naked, hung from the ceiling, her body vulnerable to any sort of attack her uncle and cousin could imagine. Karen shivered, moving to one side to hide her pussy from their lewd, staring eyes. The belt marks on her thighs showed.
"That's what we're going to do here, Karen. We're going to hose you down."
Her Uncle Billy had attached a long black rubber hose to one of two faucets in a double-sink washbasin to his right. Davey was tightening the fitting, then looking toward his father for direction. Uncle Billy held the nozzled end, then nodded his head, gripping the hose tightly with both hands. There was a breathless moment's pause. And then the water gushed out, smashing onto Karen's rib cage.
She opened her mouth in surprise, her feet slipping on the wet, slick concrete floor. More than once she felt them slip out from under her. But the pole above her kept her from tumbling to the concrete. The chain rattled from the violent moves of her body, while the hot water played up and down her body. Karen screamed, the water splashing up to her face, making her close her eyes. Droplets stung the insides of her nostrils. Her long blonde hair was tangled around her throat, soaked with the water.
"No, stop this!" Oh, please!"
They were going to drown her if they kept this up.
"This is how they clean the pigs for the market. You ain't much better," Davey said, his voice rising over the roar of the water.
Karen glanced at him. The water slashed down at her ankles, knocking them back. Again, she fell, her arms tugging tight against the wooden pole. Karen groaned, the leather straps rubbing against her already injured flesh. The pulling, painful weight shot through her arms, taking her breath away. Karen struggled to move her feet forward to take the weight off her arms and shoulders. Then Uncle Billy moved the stream down, down to her crotch. The touch of that stinging water against her clit set up a lusty flash fire in her crotch. Karen let out another gasp as that blast of erotic sensation nearly paralyzed her.
The water was just hot enough to make Karen perspire under it. She rolled from side to side, her belly tightening along with her cunt. Her long hair flew back when Uncle Billy moved the stream up to her throat. Karen then brought her feet forward, curling her toes, rubbing them against the warming concrete. The chill she had experienced in the fruit cellar was gone. All that hot water had taken away the ache in her bones. The young girl inhaled sharply, almost enjoying the hot stream now shooting straight up between her thighs. Bill then shot the full stream against her right thigh, forcing her body to turn around.
"Ahhhhhh, iiiii!" she wailed.
Uncle Billy had moved around, too. Now he was blasting the water right against her ass, making her ass-cheeks jiggle, droplets shooting into her ass-hole. Karen's eyes rounded, her knees buckling at the sensation of the stream in her shitter. The girl let out a sharp cry, hunching back at it involuntarily. That blast was like a huge tongue driving into her ass-hole, then licking down, down toward her cunt.
"Oh!" Karen gasped, her seal-slick body dangling like a piece of wet meat from the ceiling.
She still tried to turn sideways to keep her face away from her uncle. Karen was terrified that he would move the water up to her throat again and cut off her breathing. Uncle Billy moved back, still gripping the black hose tightly. He kicked its length to one side, bending his knees to get better leverage. Karen turned around and saw clouds of steam rising from the cold floor. She saw the savage brightness of her uncle's eyes. And then Karen caught sight of something rather odd. Her cousin
Davey was attaching another hose to the other faucet. Then Uncle Billy moved the stream back down to her clit and cunthole. He was moving the stream back and forth, making Karen shake and shiver her hips shamelessly. She couldn't hide the rising lust burning in her pussy.
"Hey, Son! Get a load of this! She's fucking the water! She can't even turn off for a second!"
"Told you, Dad. This one don't stop for anyone. She's one hell of a hot little mink to fuck. Man, she'd probably take on the whole fuckin' football team if we could get 'em down here!"
Their cruel words shredded her already shattered pride. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust, letting her legs spread farther apart. If there were some way she could hide her cunt from them, she would. But the cruel thongs kept her arms straight up, her arms supporting her dangling body at times, while her feet slipped and slid.
"Nooooo!"
Uncle Billy was moving around rapidly now, shooting the water up her ass-hole, then moving around and sending the stream right into her cunt. She loved the flapping feeling her cunt lips made when the stream splashed into her pussy. It was then Karen threw back her head and let out groan after groan. She couldn't hide the sexual heat from her eyes any longer. Davey was right. She was a bitch, a whore, a slut who couldn't hide her growing lust.
The lowering clouds of steam in the room rose around her, making her perspire even more. Karen blinked the tears from her eyes, even while her nipples stood out straight and red. She bit down hard on her lower lip. No matter how much the hosing had aroused her, she didn't want her uncle and cousin to see her starting to cum.
Yes, she was going to climax with this awful water spraying into her pussy. That would surely send them laughing at her, deriding her, stomping her into the dirt. It wouldn't be long, either, until she felt her cunt going off. Karen could feel the unmistakable hot, itchy tension in her rubbery cunt. There was the slow opening and closing of her cunt muscles. She could feel that sharp ache turning into something much more intense around her clit, while her nipples throbbed in time to her clit. Karen let her head loll forward, then fall back, her eyes going out of focus. No, this wasn't the strong kind of climax she had had with her uncle. But it was powerful enough, strong enough to take her breath away. Her toes curled, her fingers cramped.
Karen twisted her hips, seeking out the stream. It was starting to feel more and more erotic. Her wrists rubbed against the pole, tugging at the thongs. It was almost as if she were looking for more pain, more sensation to heighten the feeling rumbling and erupting in her cunt. Her tightened thighs shivered, her chest rose and fell mightily. She was rutting, strung up from the ceiling, her own uncle directing that heavy stream of water right into her pussy. And there was nothing she could do to stop him! "Uhhhhh, ooooooowwwww!" she cried. Her feet slipped back on the floor once more, making her body dangle and bounce against the wooden pole. The chain groaned above her, threatening to come apart from the weight. Karen screamed, her knees bent, her feet flailing helplessly along the floor. The lewd hot mass of sensation in her cunt accelerated, sharpened as the water beat steadily at her clit. She could feel her pussy tightening, milking at the stinging water.
Karen wanted to feel the tremendous sensation of cumming once more. Her brain simmered, her body tightened. She could feel the start of that pulsing, vibrating release that would tear through all her muscles. She gritted her teeth, trying to force herself over the peak. A quick move of her uncle's arm swept the water across her tits, then back to-hercunt.
"Man, oh, man, she looks like she's gonna make it," Davey said, moving up to his father, gripping the hose in both hands as well.
"I'm gonna make sure she doesn't cum yet," Uncle Billy said.
The water toyed with her tits now, forcing her hot hard nipples into her tit flesh. Karen screamed, feeling the hot tight ache in her cunt slip down. She was going to cum. And then the tension that had nearly pushed her over the edge ebbed. The young teen growled with frustration, tossing her head from side to side. The full underswell of her tits throbbed under the hot flow.
"Uhhhhh, oh, no, no, don't do this to me! Oh, God in heaven, don't!"
The stream moved down to her cunt again. This time, the blast opened the flesh around her clit. It felt like a big mouth sucking and licking at the whole top of her cunt-mound. Karen cried out again, her nostrils flaring, her throat tightening as scream after scream shrilled from her lips.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
The force of that hot water had aroused every square inch of her hanging body. The teenaged girl had never felt such extreme need to let go. Even the insides of her thighs ached for the release only orgasm could give her.
Karen wanted to cry-out to her uncle to bring her off. Instead, she hung there, rutting and growling, hoping he would keep the hose on her cunt now. And, oh, how the whole top of her cunt was tied in knots of hunger. She was waiting for that last bit of tension, that last bit of pressure that would push her over the edge. Her hips rolled and circled, looking for that last small bit of sensuality.
"Now!" her uncle shouted.
There was the sound of more water rushing. Then Karen felt a blast of cold water hit her cunt dead center, while the hot stream hit her right in the face. Karen could feel her cunt clenching like a fist, the walls slapping together as they clamped down on thin air.
The combination of hot and cold was painful, and she could hardly breathe. The water was beating at her throat, then smothering her face, the drops shooting into her mouth and up her nose. Karen wailed, twisting her head to one side, sucking in as much air as she could.
"No, oh, nooooooo!"
When the cold stream blasted over her tits, Karen thought the freezing temperature would strangle her. Behind her, she could hear the water gurgling down a nearby drain. Her whole chest spasmed, battling against the awful chill of the second hose. She heard her uncle and cousin laughing. But nothing mattered. All the girl wanted was to have those awful, powerful streams stop.
"Ohhhhh, please, oh, no, don't, you don't know what you're making me feel!" Karen wailed, staring tearfully at her uncle.
"Not my fault you're ruttin' like this, honey. It's something in you. I'm not making you feel anything. You're doing it yourself," her uncle said accusingly.
It was true. She felt herself spinning totally out of control. The water and the gut-wrenching burst of her climax wouldn't let her regain any sort of command of her mind and body. It was going to happen. In spite of the hot-and-cold treatment she was getting, she could feel her cunt rising back up in temperature. She was writhing on the ropes, her feet kicking out, her cunt lips rubbing against one another.
"Yaghghghghhh!" she screamed.
"She's gonna make it, Son. Yeah, she's gonna cum pretty fuckin' soon."
"Yeah, just like that! Man, never thought I'd see anything like it."
There was more laughter. But the sound of the water drowned it out. She rolled and jerked, feeling the two streams blasting against the spasming rings of her ass-hole and pussy. Karen strangled on her sobs, her breath shortened by the spasms preceding her cum. The bright steamy room seemed to darken.
Karen clawed her fingers against the wooden pole and leather thongs. No, it couldn't be happening! And yet she could feel her pussy tightening again and again, convulsing as her climax began against the spraying water. "Noooooooo!"
Karen wailed, her body swaying as her wrinkly areolas tightened until the whole surface of each tit hurt from the compression. Karen cried out, her head snapping from left to right, her tits bouncing on her chest. Another powerful spasm smashed through her cunt, taking the air from her lungs. The girl bellowed, her knees jerking up from the force of her climax. Oh, if only she could have something harder, something thicker and longer in her pussy, other than that stream. Still her Uncle Billy played his hot water up and down, up and down against the top part of her wrinkling cunt. Knots of tension exploded, sending bright streamers of delight racing from her pussy to her brain.
Karen actually tried climbing onto the hanging pole. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes wide, every square inch of her body tense with sexual excitement. Her arms and legs spasmed and shivered while the room round her darkened and dimmed even more. Suddenly Karen felt everything around her crack down. She heard her cousin shout out something to her.
Karen only moaned, her head dropping onto her chest. She felt unconsciousness sweep over her as her pussy contracted violently one more time.
The black peace her violent climax had brought was a blessing. Karen didn't feel them turn off the hoses and remove the thongs that held her hanging from the ceiling. She had dreams, erotic dreams about her uncle and cousin. More than once, she saw them dressed hideously in some leather outfit, each one beating her with whips and crops. How the stinging of the leather aroused her. Rather than cry out in fear and pain Karen saw herself twisting in delight, wallowing in her agony, glorying in it.
Such dreams as these drifted through her mind until she finally awakened. At first she thought she was back in the fruit cellar. Then Karen realized something was in her mouth-a gag! She blinked her eyes open immediately, tightening her jaws and feeling her teeth sinking down into something soft, yet firm, a rubber ball of sorts. Then the girl realized someone had inserted a small latex ball in her mouth, the gag affixed to her skull by a leather strap buckled behind her head. When she tried to move, Karen realized that she was still bound. But this time the bondage was different. The girl realized she was on her belly, the cold wet concrete rubbing against her damp flesh.
"Hey, she's awake!"
"Yeah, time to get up, Karen. Never saw a broad knocked out by her own cum. Man, you're one hell of a fuck, any way you slice it. And that's what we're gonna see-just how much you can take. Call it a scientific experiment," her uncle said.
When Karen tried to move, she realized she'd been bound head to foot once more.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen lay flat on the floor, her tits pillowing out against the floor and her thighs shivering against the concrete. Both her knees were bent back, her arms having been stretched over her ass until her fingers touched her heels. Leather straps had been affixed around her elbows and upper wrists, holding her arms together in a pinned-back fashion. Ropes then had been slipped around the wristcuffs, figure-eighted around her ankles to hold wrists and ankles together. Around her waist, another leather strap with iron studs had been fastened, a large metal ring now lying flat against her lower back. Karen tried speaking again, but the rubber gag prevented her from doing anything more than making several animal-like grunts.
"Let's string 'er up again."
Davey was grinning, pushing one booted toe right under her shoulder and jerking her body up. Karen grunted, biting down into the gag.
"Let's give her some inspiration, something more to think about rather than just hanging from the ceiling, Son-even more than thinking about one of us sticking his prick in her."
"How?"
"Wait. Let's get her up first."
Karen realized she was lying where she had been hosed, down. The drain was two feet away from her face. Rolling a little onto her right side, she looked up. The bar had been removed. Now she could see a long length of half-inch line draped through a pulley assembly high overhead, the free end slipped around the metal ring now attached to the leather waist strap. Uncle Billy was pulling.
Immediately Karen felt the belt tightening around her tummy. She was being hauled off the floor, her body tending to bend downward at each end from the waist strap. The rope holding her wrists and ankles together, however, kept the girl from draping down like a boneless cat. Karen struggled, the pressure around her stomach matching the tension tearing at her wrists, ankles and shoulders.
"A little more, Dad. She's not high enough, I think," Davey said.
Karen's tits hung from her upper chest sexily, her nipples growing stiff. All that leather pressing into her flesh was arousing her once more. Uncle Billy stopped, affixing the rope to an iron hook driven in the cinderblock cellar wall. He observed his niece dangling there, her bound, gagged body swaying gently from east to west, while goose bumps rose visibly all over her body. Checking the bonds once more, he moved around to another tall metal cabinet, unlocking the doors and rummaging around.
Davey was smoothing his fingers around her tits, pinching and tweaking her nipples and laughing as the girl squealed through the gag.
"You're somethin' else, Karen. I've said that a whole lotta times. But I never thought you'd turn into a regular fucking machine. Man, my old man and I are gonna put you through the paces. Fuck, I could kill myself on this fuckin' wet floor," Davey said, sliding on the wet concrete. His father came back with something that looked like a man's cock.
"Ever seen a dildo, Karen?" he asked.
The girl studied the long pink thing and shook her head.
"It's a sub for the real thing. Some dykes use it, some lonely women use it. Depends on what you want. I use it with a kind of twist."
Karen could only imagine what kind of twist her uncle had in mind for her!
"Watch this," he said, holding the horrid thing in front of her. His voice was matter-of-fact, as if he were explaining some math formula to a class. "It's got a small bulb here, not like your run-of-the-mill dildo, I might add," Bill said with a chuckle. "Watch what happens when I squeeze this thing. See?"
Karen's eyes widened. Suddenly parts of the dildo were swelling and enlarging, creating little bumps.
"See? These things create a kind of pressure inside you, stretching you even more. I think you'll like that. You couldn't get enough of my prick. Well, you're gonna get more than you bargained for with this mother. And," he said, arching his bushy eyebrows, "something more. If I fill the dildo with water first, your cunt'll be filled with water."
No. No more water! No more of that! Karen shook her head violently, grunting her disapproval of what he was going to do.
"And I won't flood the floor. See the collar at the end? It's designed to seal your cunt so the water inside keeps swelling your fuck-hole. It's a great device. Picked it up at one of those sex shops in Hollywood. Great place, that town!"
Karen felt that dim haze settling over her brain again. This would be another ordeal with her uncle and cousin. She twisted around a little more, then stopped, trying to calm herself. The more she wriggled, the more weight she put on her tummy, wrists and ankles. She panted heavily, wondering when he was going to insert that dreadful thing and fuck her with it.
Karen watched as Uncle Billy went to the sink and filled the dildo halffull with cold water. The hoses had evidently been pushed to one side. Parts of the basement floor were already drying, although there was a distinct damp smell in the area.
"Now, we're gonna stretch you so you don't hurt every damned time we fuck you."
"Nooooofffff!"
Karen's eyes widened as Uncle Billy moved under her pussy, spreading her cunt lips with his thumb and forefinger. She jerked at the touch of the plastic thing against her pussy.
Bill was forcing it into her, twisting it around and around as if he were screwing a bolt into wood. Karen squealed. That thing was thicker than Davey's prick, even thicker than her uncle's.
Her warm, wet cunt tissues snugged up against this strange intruder. It slipped past the swelling lips of her cunt, going down, down into her tightened little fuck-hole. Karen watched as Uncle Billy slipped inch after smooth, pink inch into her cunthole. The length of it butted and bored into her pussy.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she gasped.
Karen felt ice shoot along her veins as she stared into her uncle's eyes. There was a strange kind of excitement lighting up his face, an excitement that made her tremble even as she hung there helplessly in those bonds. He twisted more into her cunthole until the girl could feel that plastic cup fitting tightly against her pussy. It was all the way in. Karen groaned, moving her fingers to keep the blood circulating in them. She sagged, unable to say anything as Uncle Billy finished fitting the dildo to her cunt. Two leather straps hung from either end of the cup. These he slipped around her waist, doubly securing the plastic cock and bulb to her hanging body.
"Now we start, baby," Uncle Billy said.
Karen could feel the firm cool plastic pressing outward against her cuntwalls. She tightened her muscles, trying to force that dildo out. She wasn't sure what would follow now, but it would be far from pleasant at the start. If only Karen could work that thing out of her pussy before her uncle began squeezing that bulb.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" Karen howled, the rubber ball again gagging her as the cold water began seeping into her cunt. The icy liquid splashed around inside her, washing her down, making her jerk as her cunt walls tried to contract against the cold. The thickness of the dildo prevented her tissues from tightening. They stretched all the more in their efforts to squeeze around that invading plastic prick. Pain rode through every fiber of the girl's body. It was awful, hideous. Her uncle had planned this carefully. Even the hanging pain seemed like nothing compared to this odd stretching and contracting agony plaguing her cunt.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," Uncle Billy said, sweat beading his forehead. He stared, his lips curling into that hellish broad smile as the girl bounced and jerked in her bonds. He sent more cold water into her, flooding her cunt, stretching it to the tearing point. Karen felt that combination of pain and bitter cold mixing with the heavy, increasing pressure in her cunt.
He squeezed again. Karen chewed down hard on the ball, letting out another cry of anguish. Slowly she felt the water heating up in her pussy. Karen wished she could force the water out of her. Her kidneys were arching from the pressure. She tried straightening her body a little more, hoping that would increase her ability to take more of the fluid in. But the weight of her body made that impossible. More water shot in, making the girl scream now around the gagging ball. Spittle frothed around the stretched corners of her lips, dotting her chin.
"Now, I'll stretch something else, something that'll let me and my son fuck you at the same time. That'd be great wouldn't it bitch? To have two big pricks sawin' in you," Uncle Billy said. "Of course, Davey fucked your mouth while I fucked your cunt. But this time you'll have a cock in your ass, too!"
"Nooooooffffff!"
Karen watched as he approached her with a weird-looking metal instrument. It looked like a long metal tulip, the rounded lips protruding downward and ending in rounded curves. There were two of them, a probe-like instrument that could be widened or narrowed by a grip on the squeeze handles. It was this thing he approached her with, moving around until he had the bottom of that instrument up against her ass-hole. Karen shivered, hating that pressure in her asscrack.
"Now you have it at both ends, a dildo shooting water in your cunt, and this ass speculum drilling into your shitter. That enough for you, or do you want more?"
"Uhhfhfhffff!"
The more Uncle Billy shoved that thing in and spread the double-tongued lips, the more Karen screamed. He was plowing that awful speculum down deeper, her bowels cinching tight against it, trying to work that thing out. But Bill was strong, screwing the speculum down, down until Karen thought she would have it coming out her mouth.
"There," he sighed.
He had it in her all the way. With slow, fluttering movements he began fucking her ass-hole with it, opening the speculum, then letting it close. It was a slow, rhythmic in and out, spread and unspread movement. She gasped, feeling that at least the water stopped entering her pussy.
"Lower her down, Davey. Then move that low table over here. I'm gonna show your little slutty cousin just what it's like to be fucked by two men."
Karen writhed in her bonds. Bill jerked the speculum out with a sucking pop, throwing it on the floor. She heard the sound of his zipper pulling down again and gasped. There was a scraping sound. Davey had moved a small table directly under her. Slowly he lowered her until her nipples touched the wood. Then Karen felt her belly touch the table's surface. Davey was careful not to let the strain of the ropes against her belly and arms and legs slacken. Fixing the rope, he pulled down his pants, exposing his fat long prick.
"You slide under her, Son. Pull out the dildo and get going in her cunt. I'll work her ass open then fuck her ass."
"Oh, yeahhh, inside that hot pussy."
Davey reached around, unfastening the two leather straps, then sliding the dildo out from her cunt. Karen had a mini orgasm as the water gushed out, releasing the pressure that had bloated her pussy for so long. Davey squirmed naked on the table, his shoulder-blades hanging over the far end. He was going to fuck her on his back, his hands guiding her thighs over his crotch. Karen felt his prick brushing over her legs, then scrape over her cunt-mound. A shiver through her pussy told the girl she was more than ready for him. He raised her a bit, settling under the girl, then lowered her onto his prick. With a squishy sucking sound, the boy's cock fitted nicely into her cunt.
Karen shivered. For a second, she forgot the pulling weight aching through her body. Then there was movement behind her. Uncle Billy was squirming between her tightly bound legs. He climbed onto the crate, bracing his palms against either side. His trousers wrapped tightly around his ankles, nearly binding them together while he rubbed his prick up against her ass-cheeks. Karen winced, feeling his cockhead rubbing up against the rubbery, wrinkled flesh of her ass-hole. She let out a gasp, nearly swallowing the gagging rubber ball. That was when Davey fucked his prick all the way in, careful to make sure his cock rubbed up against her clit. Karen let out another sigh, closing her eyes as the pleasurable sensation of her cunt being fucked shot up to her brain. She nearly forgot about that painful ass-fuck. Then her uncle hunched down once more, kneading her ass-cheeks apart with both hands. His weight pushed him down hard onto his son. Davey shoved back, his hands braced on both Karen's tits. She felt his fingers clawing at her tits, mashing in her sensitive nipples, while he hunched down, then shoved back in as hard as he could. The young woman let out another baleful cry, spit frothing around her lips. Uncle Billy pressed down a little harder, working his hips from left to right, skewering her like a piece of beef.
"Goin' in, man, nice, nice and tight, real tight. Glad I used that speculum!"
Karen puffed, her cheeks ballooning out while her ass muscles cramped.
"Can feel you fuckin' her, Daddy. Yeah, man, she's movin' like a real hot whore!"
"Fuck 'er good, Son. That way she's gonna open up better for me!"
Uncle Billy kept on with the pressure, his cock bending a little at the center as more of his greasy prickmeat squeezed into her shitter. Karen shivered, her shoulders tensing and jerking up toward her head as the big stud slipped six inches of his fuckrod into her ass-hole. He stopped, shaking the sweat off his forehead. Karen felt the drops fall against her back. Her ass-cheeks and thighs flexed, her arms and legs straining against the leather bonds.
"Fuck, man, she's too much. Her cunt's so fuckin' hot, she's winkin' it down on me!" Davey fucked up, his fingers clawing at her tits. There were times when Karen thought he was going to tear off her hard nipples. The scratchy hairs on Davey's chest stung and tickled her nipples. In a moment, he was sliding his hands down between their sweaty bodies, working them over her spread cunt lips. "Ohhhhhhhh!"
He was tweaking her clit now, pushing it into the moist flesh around her cunt, the letting it pop back up against his knuckles. Uncle Billy was jerking more prickmeat into her ass-hole. When she tightened her ass muscles, he slapped down against the back of her head, warning her not to try to force him out.
"Okay, baby, take it all."
Uncle Billy fucked down into her, biting the nape of her neck like an animal, tightening every muscle in his body. The power nearly drove Karen though the crate with Davey. He had done it! She thought she could feel something near the top of her shitter ripping open as he rammed the full length of his prick into her ass! Karen's mouth opened wider, the ball smothering her muffled cry.
"Yaghghghhffff!"
Uncle Billy was all the way in now. He gave his prick a few jerks, laughing softly at the girl when she grunted at the sensation of his cock moving around in her ass. Then he started pulling, the obscene vacuum resulting making
Karen's cunt muscles milk down hard on Davey's fucking prick. He began fucking her faster, reaching around and pulling purposely at the restraining leather to increase the pain around her wrists and ankles. She shook her head wildly, her hair splashing over both hers and his face wh ile her cries became more hysterical.
"Nooofoofooffff, ohhhhhh, nooofffff!"
Uncle Billy pulled one quarter of the way out, paused, then fucked down deep again. This time the fucking was easier. He pressed his groin against her soft, white ass-cheeks, grunting with satisfaction as he drove his cock down a little farther into her ass this time.
"Yeah, Dad, man, it's somethin' feelin' cunt like this."
Davey was matching the strokes of his father, arching his back and hammering his prick like a pile driver into her cunthole. How her pussy burned, her clit sending sparks of unspeakable delight biting into her cunt. Heat burned her thighs, her ass-hole, her brain, as she hung there, bound hand and foot, fucked by father and son.
"Man, oh, dad, fuck, damn bitch's gonna make me cum!"
"Go for it, Son. Come on. We'll spray 'er good at the same time!"
Uncle Billy was breathing with raspy grunts, biting her neck again until Karen thought he was going to break her skin with his teeth. The stretched ring around her ass-hole pulsed oddly in time with the milking of her cunthole against her cousin's prick. The wet slapping sounds of her uncle's belly echoed in the room, while Davey jerked his stomach against hers. The rope above Karen threatened to give way.
"Uhhfhfhhfff!" she grunted.
Davey was mashing her tits with both his hands, yowling. And then Karen heard him cry out that he was cumming. She could feel his cum-spewing fuckpole in her cunt, jerking against her pussy walls.
And her cousin's climax triggered Uncle Billy's. He grabbed two fistfuls of her ass-flesh in both hands, jerking them apart as if he wanted to tear her body in half from the ass-end out. Crashing his knees against hers, he sent streamers of his red-hot cum spurting into her ass-hole! She was seared at both ends by her uncle and her cousin. Karen shot to that pinnacle of climax, herself, jiggling against the ropes and leather holding her prisoner as she came and came and came.
CHAPTER NINE
They had thrown her back into the fruit cellar. This time Uncle Billy didn't give her the blanket to cover herself. Karen threw her arms around her naked body, hugging herself tightly as she cringed in the far corner.
I've got to stay calm, the girl told herself again and again, her body pressing against the cinderblock wall. Dazed, cum dripping from her cunt and shitter, the young teen could still feel those ropes and those leather restraints around her wrists and ankles. They had done such terrible things to her. And how she had loved them! Karen felt her cunt contract, her lips curling up slightly as she thought of the way they had hung her from the ceiling. And then their hard cocks had fucked into her, making her cum so hard.
"Oh, my God!"
What had she been thinking? Karen brought her fingers to her lips, shaking her head. She should be thinking of ways of escape, or at least thinking about how horrible her ordeal had been. Instead she was feeling her pussy warming again just at the thought of what she had endured earlier.
The minutes passed. Karen trembled in the fruit cellar, waiting for the door to squeak open any time. She stared at it, willing it to open. But nothing happened. At times she could hear someone walking nearby. But then the footsteps died away. In a while, Karen began falling into a kind of stupor. She glanced up at the window. The sky was starting to turn a dull gray-dawn! They had been fucking with her all night! And how good that had been. Sighing, Karen drew her knees to her tits, huddling in a ball while dropping her arms around her chafed ankles. She was trying to keep warm in the cold, damp space.
Slowly, she fell asleep. She sank into a kind of half-dream state, her mind hovering over open fields with farm workers working in the sunshine. It was such a beautiful day. The pictures in her mind grew brighter. One of the workers came up to her, wiping the sweat from his brow. He was grinning, one hand down at his crotch. He was about to speak. Karen felt her heart beating wildly, thinking of where they could go to fuck.
"Yaghghghhh!" she screamed.
A kick into her ribs had snapped her out of sleep. Davey had crept into the room and found her dozing. Karen fell over, holding her belly while a woosh of air escaped from her lips. She was sprawled on the floor, her cheek pressing against the concrete. Cousin Davey moved up, pressing the dirty sole of his boot against the back of her neck. Karen let out a squawking sound, feeling the pressure threatening to snap her upper spine. She put her hands out to either side of her body, desperately trying to roll around and decrease the tension on her back.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
Davey pushed down harder, drawing up his other boot until it was even with her mouth.
"Fuckin' slut. You're here, playin' with yourself even when you're asleep. Man, you can't leave yourself alone, can you?"
"No, no I wasn't-that's not fair," Karen protested.
"I saw you, your hand movin' up and down, when I came through the door. Dream-in' of me and my old man? We sure fucked you good."
"Please, you're-"
"Yeah, I know, you're gettin' hurt. What the fuck else do you think's gonna happen here?"
Davey rolled his foot back and forth, scraping the heel over her neck, then drawing it back until just the toe was digging into her flesh. Karen lay quietly, breathing in and out, waiting for the next flash of pain. It didn't come. Her cousin moved his foot away from her body, reaching down and sliding his hand under her arms.
"Come on. We got more planned for you, a whole helluva lot more."
Karen groaned, every muscle in her body aching. She needed rest, sleep for her rattled mind. But neither her uncle nor her cousin would allow her to more than doze. Davey dragged her back into the basement. The overhead pulleys had been drawn well up into the ceiling, Karen saw. She sighed. At least there would be no more hanging, no more beating, while being stretched like a side of beef from the rafters.
"Here," he said.
Karen stopped, still trying to be modest by moving her hands over her cunt. She felt her head spinning around, a faint buzzing sound filling her ears. She felt her knees growing weak. Davey was holding her by the upper arm while his father was dragging something behind them. Karen felt her flesh crawl at the heavy, scraping sound behind her. She could only imagine what new horror awaited her now.
"Easy, Dad."
Karen turned around slowly, her eyes rounding when she saw the various devices standing behind her. It was like a nightmare come true. She saw a three-legged stool with a ten-inch metallic dildo sticking straight out from its center. Around the base were at least ten half-inch-long nails, half-rusted sticking up from the stool. Just in front of all this stood a pillory, holes at both the top and center for arms and legs. Behind the stool was a large dark wooden cask, broad bands of metal around both the top and bottom. A small generator atop a portable table completed the picture, the black wires dangling loosely now from the top. Karen shook her head from side to side, wondering what on earth was going to happen here.
"Get 'er up and in."
Davey held her, pushing the girl around, while his father opened the bottom half of the pillory. Karen cried out, her fatigue evaporating the moment she felt her legs leaving the floor, scooped up, then thrust through the bottom holes. Bill slammed the pillory down hard, locking her feet in securely. Davey still held her upright, now shoving his arms through the top holes, drawing back only when his father had locked that section with another series of locks.
"Oh!" Karen gasped, her voice breathless with growing terror. "Oh, no, no!"
It was never going to stop. It was nearly dawn outside. They had been fucking her all night. And now it appeared they had saved the worst torment for last! She struggled in the pillory, her arms chafing against the tight-fitting upperholes and her legs aching in their confines. Her ass bobbed up and down, the weight of it hurting her upper thighs.
"Now, ain't that a sight," Uncle Billy said, folding his arms and watching his niece bob and twitch helplessly in the pillory.
"No, oh, no!"
"Back in the old days people used to throw other people in these things, a kind of open prison for the rest of the town to look and laugh at. People like you," Uncle Billy added, pointing a finger at her. "People who couldn't keep their cunts cool wound up in here. It's kind of appropriate, don't you think, baby?"
"Oh, stop this! Please, don't make me go through any more of this. I'm sorry," Karen sobbed, her eyes looking at her imprisoned arms and legs.
The full force of her panic hit her like a runaway truck. Once more she was held captive, trapped in this awful situation. It was no better than being strung up by the wrists from the ceiling. She bobbed her ass up and down with growing fear, finally stopping when she realized nothing would get her out of this. Her head was pounding violently and her heart raced. What were they going to do to her here? What did that awful stool have to do with her? Karen twisted her head around, staring at the terrible device.
Uncle Billy was walking around to the generator now, switching it on, watching the needles in the two plastic windows jump from side to side indicating power surges. Karen turned away from it, finding she had trouble catching her breath. Uncle Billy now was pulling the cask over until it was standing next to Karen. Now the girl could see a heavy rubber hose hanging out from one end of the cask. At the free end, a small brass nozzle was attached, now lying on the floor.
"Bet you're wondering what we're going to do? I've some good beer in here, not that shit American companies make. We got a guy around here up in the hills who makes his own crap, good, stiff German beer. You like to drink it?"
"No," Karen said, her voice quiet, shivering as she eyed the cask warily.
"Don't have to, then," Uncle Billy said. "But we're gonna give it to you anyways."
Karen watched, fascinated, as her uncle took the black hose in his hand, rubbing the cold brass nozzle with his fingers. At the same time, he was running his other hand around her ass-cheeks, letting his fingers settle into her asscrack. The girl shuttered, a cry of delight and terror shaking her to her bones. Uncle Billy kept rubbing his finger back and forth, back and forth, letting the digit tease both her ass-hole and her cunt.
"You're still wet down there, still got my cum in your ass, and Davey's jizz is in your pussy. Yeah, you really went crazy hangin' like that over him while I fucked you in the shitter!" Uncle Billy said, his voice growing thick. "Now you're gonna have more fun with this."
"Hell, Dad, she'd have fun in Auschwitz," Davey cat-called.
"No doubt, Son, no doubt."
"What are you going to do to me?"
Uncle Billy shrugged. "Nothing more than what we've already been doing. You're going to have a lot of fun, but you're gonna pay for it. That's a good lesson in life, baby, and a lesson I think you're learnin' right now. There's no free lunch. You can have the ball of your life. But you're gonna pay somebody somethin' for it."
"No, no, this is crazy!" she gasped.
"Maybe so. But I never got off bouncin' around in leather the way you do. I never wanted anybody to knock me around the way you do. Now you tell what and who's nuts around here, Karen."
"Oh, God, this is so-so wrong!"
"No, baby, nothin' wrong here."
With that, Uncle Billy took the nozzle and he jammed it hard up her ass-hole. i"Aiyeeeee! Oh, oh, take it Out! Oh, God, It hurts!"
"I didn't think a fuckin' freight train would hurt her after you got through fuckin' here, Daddy."
"She stays tight. That's good," Uncle Billy said thoughtfully, working the hose deeper into the screaming girl's ass-hole. Karen saw stars popping in front of her eyes, while her ass-cheeks bobbed up and down crazily. She tried jerking her knees apart. The pillory kept them in check. She sobbed and rolled her head around, more tears of humiliation and pain streaking her cheeks. And Uncle Billy was shoving more of that awful rubber tube up her ass. She could feel the scratchy nozzle scraping along her slick bowel lining, her uncle's still-moist cum lubing her fuck channel.
Uncle Billy laughed, pushing in another inch or two of the hose before backing away.
"Now we get to the real interesting part."
She watched through tear-blurred eyes as Uncle Billy moved the generator over to her. He stopped, pushing the stool directly under her cunt. Karen tensed her thighs, jerking her ass up away from the awful dildo.
Uncle Billy slapped her ass until she pushed it slowly up, her muscles aching from the tension. There was another scraping sound as Bill moved the dildo directly under her ass, then left in there, the steel rounded tip barely brushing her pussy hairs. Karen gritted her teeth, sweat beading her forehead once more as she strained to keep her ass high in the air. It was impossible to keep that pose for long. Her muscles throbbed, aching with the strain. Slowly, fearfully the girl began to drop her ass back toward the floor. She felt the cold dildo rubbing up against her cunt.
"Now, you're going to fuck yourself on the dildo, and I'm gonna add some spice to it-two ways, that is."
Karen gasped, jerking her head around and watching with mounting horror as her uncle unraveled the black wires, attaching two of them to the bottom of the stool. They were, she guessed, being fastened to the metal dildo about to pierce her cunt.
"Now, up the old ass-hole, right to the nozzle."
"No, no!"
Karen again tried jerking her ass away, bouncing it up and down. But then she stopped, feeling her cunt spearing down onto the dildo. She thought of those awful nails at the base and once again tensed her thighs, bringing her ass-cheeks up off that awful thing.
"Now, you'll get the beer up your ass and a cock up your cunt. What's more, you'll get a little juice up both ends that'll help you take it all in. And while you're doing it," her uncle said, opening his fly and pulling out his semi-rigid cock, "you'll suck me off."
"No, no!"
Karen felt the cold steel dildo spreading her cunt walls widely apart. There was little resistance. All the cruel fucking had loosened her a little. And besides, there was still her cousin's cum oozing out of her pussy, slicking down the passage for that steel dildo. Karen started to cry, feeling the full impact of what was happening to her, how her family had turned on her in this foul way. Through eyes blurred with tears, she saw her uncle's prick bobbing in front of her, his fat cockhead turning a dark red as he rubbed his fingers back and forth over his cockskin.
"Now, come on, baby, suck me, get that mouth around my cock. Davey, you'll take care of the generator. Come on, Son! You had plenty of time to fuck with her. You'll get a chance later."
Davey stood by the generator, now bending over and turning on the spigot of the barrel. As he did, he slapped the girl's ass lightly. The biting blow added to the heat starting up in her pussy once again.
"Like this, baby?"
"No!"
Uncle Billy's face darkened. He rewarded her for her lie with a sharp slap in the face. Karen let out a cry, her hair splashing over her face.
"You won't lie to me again, at least, not about this kind of shit. I know you're turnin' on. Man, you're so hot when someone even mentions cock, you almost fall to your knees. And you're going to get your fill here, baby. You're going to go home, not wanting to see prick for at least ... two hours, you think Davey?"
The two men laughed hard. In an instant Karen felt the icy kiss of beer spattering into her shitter. Her body jerked and jumped, while her ass-cheeks bounced up and down. Her tits rubbed against the rough wood of the pillory. Karen felt her ass muscles contract painfully against the cold nozzle. It was awful, feeling that liquid swirling around in her bowels. Uncle Billy looked down at her and laughed again.
"Now enjoy yourself, baby. And remember, if you bounce too hard up and down on that dildo, you're going to taste those nails."
"Ohhhhh!"
Uncle Billy nodded his head, and Davey switched on the machine.
Karen felt something else tickling her-electricity! She was feeling that warm ticklish sensation buzzing through cunt and shitter, Karen could hear the steady humming of the nearby generator and she gasped. The faint pulse was digging into her pussy and shitter. She jerked. The jolt was hardly strong enough to do much more than raise gooseflesh. She tensed, waiting for what was surely to come.
"Now, eat my prick."
Uncle Billy's eyes glistened with lust. He wrapped his hands around her head, pulling her face into his groin. Once more, she smelled the odor of a man's hot crotch. His cock speared into her mouth quickly, making her cheeks puff out while his balls settled over the top of the pillory. He was fucking her face fast and hard, his fingers tearing at her hair, while his cock banged against her tonsils. Karen could taste the flat flavor of his cum as more bubbled from his piss-slit.
"Uhhhhh!" she moaned.
More beer splashed into her ass-hole. Karen started to feel a sense of dizziness as the beer coursed through her bowels, bloating her flat tummy. Uncle Billy rubbed his cock against the back of her throat now, his groin flattening her nose. Karen felt herself growing more and more aroused, her cunt starting to slide up and down, up and down on that dildo. The liquid flowing into her was starting to become unpleasant now. So much was flowing in that her belly was cramping.
"Another notch up, Davey," Uncle Billy ordered, nodding toward his son.
Davey turned the switch up another level. The buzzing made Karen's flesh crawl. She felt her cunt cramp down on the dildo as more electrons bit into her pussy and shitter. Her ass bounced up, her cunt hanging trembling over the sputtering, sparking steel dildo. Uncle Billy kept her face down in his groin, rubbing his flattened balls against her chin while deep-throating her yet again.
Slowly, Karen began to acquire an erotic rhythm. As the electrified steel dildo rubbed against her itching pussymeat, more juice frothed out, becoming a fine conductor to the flowing electricity. Karen tried snapping her head back. She was starting to feel herself going out of control again. Shaking the numbing thoughts of wild sex from her mind, the girl remembered those steel nails at the bottom of the dildo and jerked her ass up again.
"Uhhfhfhhhffffff!" she growled.
Davey had pushed the machine up another notch. Karen clamped down harder on her uncle's prick, sucking and tonguing, while her cunt bounced frantically on the dildo. She felt her pussymeat giving way under the onslaught of the steel dildo as she rose and fell on it like a merry-go-round horse. The hotter she became, the harder and deeper she fucked herself.
"Uh! Uh! Uuuhhhh!"
Karen felt the dildo's smooth, round head gouging against her cuntmeat, while electricity poured through her body. Oh, this was wonderful, hellishly wonderful. And this was only the beginning, she felt, as Davey's fingers trembled around the upsurge dial.
CHAPTER TEN
"Yaghghhhh!" she screamed.
"I think you've pushed it too far for her, Son. Back it down a little."
Davey apologized, turning the dial to the next setting. Karen had nearly lost consciousness as the last jolt of electricity stunned her temporarily. She had stopped her fucking and sucking, sitting there on the dildo and feeling some strange clawing animal tearing out her intestines and pussy. The electricity subsided, leaving a sexy purring sensation that teased, rather than tormented. Karen sighed, sucking back and forth. Her mouth had that familiar cummy taste now. Uncle Billy was breathing heavily, rubbing his fingers over the sides of her head.
"That's it, baby. That's it, Karen. Move your tongue around, ohhhhh, like that, honey! Christ, this little bitch gives better head than some sluts I know over in Hollywood."
"She's primo for fuckin', Dad," Davey said, his prick stretching out tight against the front of his Levi's.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Karen felt her inner cuntflesh giving way for that steel cock again. The more she bounced up and down on that thing, the hotter she became. And how her juices were flowing, oozing from her cunt slit, making it easy for that horrid thing to worm up her cunt slit. Uncle Bill was tightening his fingers again, curling them behind her ears and rubbing his jagged nails over her flesh. The more she ate his prick, the more excited and high she became. Now the throbbing in her head had stopped. She was a willing participant in this torment. She jerked her head back and forth, licking and tonguing her uncle's mouth-fucking cock while she rode the dildo.
Karen flattened her tongue, lapping up and down and around her uncle's prick. He was directing her, telling her the way to move her mouth and tongue while he slipped his prick in small, jerking movements just over the bottom front teeth.
"Christ, baby, milk that cum outta my balls! Yeahhhhh, get that mouth around my prick and suck hard while you tongue it-uhhhhhhh!"
Uncle Billy brought his prick out until only his cockhead remained between her lips. He looked down, reaching out and pinching her nipples hard, while rubbing his cock along her cheeks. Karen closed her eyes, leaning heavily against his crotch. She sighed happily, feeling his balls against her chin. One time he jabbed his cockhead against her eye, then pushed it through her hair. Karen thought about Davey back there by the generator. She wished she could be double fucked again. Yes, with all this inside her, she wanted to have two cocks raping her, forcing her into the ground while she came and came and came!
"Uhfhhfhfhhfhhfffff!" she moaned.
Karen felt her blood boiling in her veins. Her ears rang with the hot pleasure seething through her body. The sound seemed to press down against her head as her belly swelled, ready to explode. The steel dildo had become very warm now, slick with her juices. Yes, it was her own pussy that had heated it to a branding-iron temperature. The more excited she became, the more enthusiastically she worked her mouth and tongue over her uncle's prick. The smell of his sweaty crotch triggered her into high heat. Uncle Billy tugged at her hair now, tearing strands from her scalp. The pain only intensified the delight scorching the teen. Karen bobbed her head back and forth, her hair splashing around her shoulders and face. Her ass slipped down a little more, working around that prodding steel instrument until the heavy swells of her ass-cheeks slipped dangerously close to those sharp nails. Remembering them, Karen groaned against that throat-fucking dick, pulling herself up a little more and tensing her thighs against the pillory. She felt the scratchy wood pricking her flesh as she managed to raise her ass back up until her cunt was only swallowing one-third of the large phallus. If only she could bring off Uncle Billy, Karen was sure he would release her from this pillory. Then she wouldn't have to worry about tearing her flesh against those nails!
But her own emotion and lust were her enemies. Karen soon forgot about those nails, concentrating on the cock fucking her mouth and the dildo fucking slickly through her cunt.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Karen grunted.
She was a machine, bobbing and prancing her ass up and down over the slick dildo. Karen wanted to throw her head back and let out the screams of joy building in her. Instead, she worked more frantically against her uncle's cock. She slurped up his pre-cum, going all the way down until she felt her lips pressing lightly against his hairy groin.
"Uhhhh, baby, gonna dump a big one down your fuckin' throat. Fuck! I've been cummin' all night with this fuckin' bitch and she still makes me high and hot! Guess there's some fire left in the old man, eh, Son?"
Davey responded by playing with the dial. At times he twisted it up until Karen thought he was going to fry her flesh right there. Then she stopped sucking, her lips growing slack around her uncle's cock while her cunt shivered against the electrified dildo. Davey twisted the dial the other way at that point, bringing down the voltage until Karen again could breathe and suck Bill's prick.
Karen never knew when her cousin would send those horrible, gut-wrenching shocks of electricity through her body. She kept up her rising-and-falling movements on the dildo. Her lust was mounting. The electrical torment, the beer cascading in her ass and filling her up, the cock in her mouth, the feel of her uncle's cruel hands on her head all increased her sexual high. The pressure in her belly was incredible. And the high she had gotten from the beer was mellow. Karen moaned against Bill's prick. The vibrations were driving her uncle out of his mind. He slammed against the pillory, nearly knocking it and Karen to the floor. She bounced her hips a little more. The girl was going mad as well. Her ass sank farther and farther down on the dildo, until it began brushing up against the razor-sharp points of the nails. Karen could feel them, and she savored that pricking sensation.
"Ohhhhh, man, man, gonna pop off in this wild bitch!"
Karen thought her cunt was catching fire, her ass-hole clamping down against the electrified nozzle. Davey was turning up the current once more, sparks stinging her body. She moaned again, sucking on Bill's fucking prick while her ass touched those nails again and again. As she bounced up and down on that steel prick, she felt her own climax spiraling upward. Squealing, jerking from all the current burning through her body, Karen felt her body going wild. She bounced up and down like a crazed puppet, her tits jiggling and scraping against the pillory.
The girl twisted her head around, adding to the wet, slick friction of her mouth against her uncle's cock. Davey turned the dial up a little farther. Now Karen was twisting like a snake, her body a writhing mass of sexual flesh while her pussy fucked up and down on the dildo. Squealing, gasping, the girl went mad. Her ass felt so good raking over those knife-like nails, nearly puncturing her ass-cheeks. That pricking pain sent further shivers of delight through her.
And then it happened. Karen felt her cunt clamping down hard on the dildo as if it were a real prick. Her orgasm peaked, exploding in her like a thunderbolt. Her body stopped its mad up-and-down pumping. She shivered in the stock, feeling an orgasm soar through her, threatening to split her in two.
"Man, she's cummin', Son! Turn up that fuckin' thing all the way for a sec, then bring
'er down," Uncle Billy ordered.
Davey watched his cousin cumming on the dildo. He nearly forgot to do as he was ordered. Then he shook his own excitement away for a moment, twisting the dial and sending a cascade of voltage through the girl's body.
"Yghgaahghfhhfhfhfffff!" she screamed.
The voltage mixed with her own sexual electricity, knocking the wind from Karen, making her experience the cum of her life. Her knees shivered, jerking uncontrollably while the girl pulled and yanked at her arms. Her ass shivered up and down the pull length of the nozzle, the white flesh slapping again and again against the nails at the base. Her nipples lengthened, turning purple while her cheeks drew in against Bill's fucking prick. Karen felt her body become all cunt once more!
"Uhhhh, ohhhhh, man, oh, man!" Bill snorted.
Uncle Billy had arched his back, sealing Karen's mouth with his groin. The girl could feel his prick swelling up against her front teeth. Her cheeks puffed out. There was a light spray of cum, then a heavier one, the long ropey spurts of jizz spraying over her teeth, spattering against the back of her throat.
Karen sucked hard, swallowing the jizz as it shot from his piss-slit. Her uncle was grunting, his hands slapping against her face while the girl bounced her cunt up and down, up and down on the steel dildo. Finally the pinching, breath-taking climax ended. With a sigh and groan, Karen felt her body relaxing, a warm glow washing over her flesh. Her muscles went soft and her ass muscles slackened. Karen slipped down the steel dildo once more, her ass-cheeks resting heavily on the nails. Karen groaned. Oh, she was going to cut herself to ribbons. With a great effort, the girl pulled her ass back up from the nails, her cunt still tightening and creaming around the dildo.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
Davey had since shut down the generator. He stood by its side, rubbing his prick, watching as the girl slumped helplessly over the pillory. Uncle Billy was pulling his prick from his niece's mouth.
"You enjoy that, baby? You enjoy having your cunt rummaged out like that?"
"Oh, God, God!"
As Karen started coming down from her high, the beer enema started to cramp her gut. She squeezed her ass muscles around the enema nozzle, feeling the pleasure fading away again as the pain of her overloaded gut built.
"Somethin' wrong, baby?"
Karen grimaced. She was afraid she would disgrace herself right there in front of the two men. Her belly was starting to cramp once more. Panic shot through her. Uncle Billy moved around the pillory with maddeningly slow speed. Karen was panting now, her eyes round, her ass muscles threatening to let go at any second. Uncle Billy released her, pointing to a small door at the side. Karen raced to it, her ass muscles clenched tightly. She barely made it. The explosion of the beer in her bowels was so powerful and the relief so deep that the girl had a mini orgasm while squatting on the toilet.
Washing herself off, Karen stalled as much as possible, wondering if now there was going to be an end to this.
"Uh!" she gasped.
A bright flash of light caused Karen to put one hand up to her eyes as she tried desperately to cover her pussy. They were taking pictures now, this one of her walking stark naked from the bathroom.
"This is gonna make sure you don't go around and tell folks about us."
Uncle Billy moved the camera down, handing the undeveloped picture to his son.
"Now, we're gonna do some shooting for the rest of this. Come over here, Karen," Uncle Billy said.
The blonde teen shuddered. This time her uncle would be taking pictures of her, pictures that would surely destroy her life if they were made public. Reluctantly, the teen moved forward, feeling as if she were about to put her head on the block.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Karen stumbled alongside her cousin, his hand squeezing her arm like a vise. He rushed her forward, pushing and shoving, enjoying the way she nearly tumbled head over heels more than once. Karen was feeling giddy, hysterical with the thought of having more torment and humiliation forced upon her. She pushed the stray hairs from her face, staring wide-eyed at her uncle and cousin. Savages, all of them were savages, rutting like pigs in the gutter, loving their own filth. She looked around again. All the cabinets had been opened. There were blades and whips and devices that looked well-used and lovingly handled. How man other young women had been lured in here and tortured?
"Stop!"
There was a huge double-framed instrument standing in front of her, the top outside frame some eight feet above the cellar floor. The inner wooden box was attached to the outer at the middle by two small round pegs driven through the sides. She could tell immediately that the device could be swung around three-hundred-sixty degrees. At both the top and bottom of the inner frame were leather thongs, now hanging loose.
"Up-in there!"
Uncle Billy pushed Karen forward between her shoulder blades, guiding her up. Carefully the girl stepped onto the frame, bracing her hands on either side. Davey directed her to raise her arms, her cousin standing on a small crate in order to reach the upper restraints. Karen was used to his now. She stretched her hands up, not even wincing when she felt Davey looping the leather around her wrists, snugging the thongs tight. Uncle Billy moved down below, sliding the restraints around her ankles. The girl was spread in a broad X, her body firmly supported in the inner frame. Karen looked questioningly at the two men. Turning her head to one side, she could see the hazy basement windows turning a rosy color, an indication that it was dawn. Strangely enough, the blonde teen felt a second wind, a new breath inspiring her as she stood there waiting for their new horror.
"Take a good shot of that-wait!"
Uncle Billy dipped into one of the boxes and he pulled more screws out, attaching them to her nipples and letting them dangle. Karen groaned. How the heavy weights pulled at her tits, distending them as she stood spread-legged on the frame. Davey took several shots, the popping light temporarily blinding the girl. She blinked, shaking her head. Another picture finished the set. Uncle Billy stepped forward again, while Davey put down the camera. He reached up, smiling at her, that hellish grin that sent shivers racing up and down her spine. Karen curled her toes against the rough wood, feeling him move the frame back several degrees, then forward. She felt her body bow out, first to the rear, then out forward. She groaned, the tension increasing on her wrists and ankles each time he moved the inner section of the device. Then with one hard flip, he twisted the frame forward until it was parallel with the floor. Karen's body whipped forward, stopping abruptly with the frame. She sagged forward painfully, her wrist and ankles nearly dislocating from the sudden violent stop. Her head spun as she dangled there, her body bowing down at the center. Her tits were slapping together, her nipples long and hard.
"We've given it to you all the way, Karen, enemas, generator, ass-fuckin', the whole range of shit we got down here. And you still dig more, still want more."
Uncle Billy reached around and he cupped both hands around her ass-cheeks. She felt his fingers and thought maybe he was going to finger-fuck her ass-hole again. She twisted in the grip of those thongs, waiting to feel something enter her shitter. Instead, Uncle Billy pulled his hands off.
"Heat up the poker. We're gonna see how much spunk the bitch has."
"No, no!"
Karen saw Davey pulling something out, something long and black, about one and one-half inches in diameter-a branding iron! Uncle Billy was moving between her splayed thighs, telling her to relax her ass as he pulled down his pants and whipped out his cock. She felt the rough brushing of his Levi's against her inner thighs. He was spreading her ass-cheeks apart once more, leaning forward, bracing his hands against her lower back. The added pressure hurt her spine as her body sagged yet farther toward the cellar floor.
Davey, meanwhile, was sliding the poker through a frame, into the high flame of that old Coleman lantern. He was turning it around, watching as the tip slowly heated up. Karen could see now that it had a broad circle with some design running through it.
"Uh!"
Bill's prick was in her ass in a flash, his cock fucking into her bowels, spreading her shitter apart easily. His prick was embedded in her ass by now, his balls resting lightly on the top swell of her ass-cheeks. She cried out again, her hair splashing against the floor.
"We're gonna brand you, baby, brand you like a fuckin' cow. Hey Davey! Come on and take a shot of this bitch like this--and keep my face out of it. Get a good shot of my cock, though, and her ass."
Davey left the poker in the fire for the moment, picking up the camera and shooting two pictures of his father's prick in Karen's ass-hole. The girl groaned, knowing that each blink of the light sealed her fate more firmly. She would never be able to report them, to escape them. She would be at their beck and call.
Uncle Billy fucked forward hard, the force of his cock in her bowels and the weight against her back propelling her down toward the floor. Karen thought the leather thongs would surely snap. But they held firm.
Davey put the camera down once more and he went back to the poker, taking it by its leather-wrapped end and turning it around to insure even heating.
"Oh, God, no, no!"
In spite of all she had gone through, Karen wasn't ready for this. She hadn't been permanently scarred. But this would leave a mark on her thigh permanently. And yet the thought of something like that happening to her made her clit tingle.
"Okay, Son, I think she's ready."
"Oh, God, Davey, don't do this! Oh, please!" Karen wailed, staring round-eyed at the heated poker. She could already feel the searing touch of the heated iron against her flesh.
Uncle Billy held her ass, his fingers keeping her round, firm ass-cheeks spread widely apart. Giving her several hunches, the big stud felt as if he were going to rip her ass-cheeks apart from one another.
"I could have Mm stick that thing right up your shitter. They used to do that in the old days, you know that?"
"No!"
Karen nearly fainted at the thought. Bill emphasized his point by drawing his prick out until only his double-lobed cockhead was embedded in her ass. He tugged outward, watching as the girl's thigh muscles tensed at that movement. Grinning, he shoved halfway back in, leaning heavily on Karen. Again, the girl felt the double weight of their bodies tearing at her wrists and ankles. Davey was standing there now, having just pulled the iron from the fire.
"Bring it over here," Bill said.
Davey understood. He hefted the heavy instrument in front of the girl's eyes, bringing it to within one inch of her face. Karen felt the terrible heat. At one point, it licked into her nostrils, singeing the hairs of her nose. The young teen screamed.
"Oh, no, no, no!"
If she could have torn from the thongs, she would have. How her muscles strained and tugged! The leather squeaked and groaned from her wild efforts. Uncle Billy fucked her more savagely, turning on as the girl writhed madly in her bonds. Davey brought the iron around back, his father pulling up from the girl to give him room. Karen stopped her twisting. She felt her body shivering from terror as all her concentration was focused on the back of her thigh. It was there Davey was hefting that branding iron now. She pulled her arms and legs, the muscles and tendons bulging against her sweaty flesh.
"Nooo, Davey, please, don't do this to me! Oh, you're going to brand me for life!"
Karen sobbed hysterically, her legs twitching, her body bowing down even more while the double-framed instrument groaned at her moves. Davey took another step forward, his father pulling his rod out a little more. The poker brushed over the near-invisible blonde hairs on her legs, burning them to the skin. There was the faint aroma of burning hair in the air.
"Yaghghhhhhh!" she wailed.
Karen screamed at the slightest touch, the slightest indication that her cousin was going to burn her. Davey then moved the poker up to her ass, letting the disc hover over her ass-hole.
Karen trembled more mightily, her skin tightening as the disc dropped lower.
"I'll pull out, Son, and you can shove that thing right up her shitter."
"Noooooo!"
Karen was breathing with raspy breaths now, her head spinning with panic and terror. She shoved her ass backward, jerking from side to side like an epileptic! Her tits slapped together as her body revolted against the idea of being tormented any further. Davey brought the iron back down to her thigh, letting it dangle around an inch from her flesh. The anticipation of waiting to be hurt, of waiting to be burned, was horrifying. A pulse leaped at her throat as Karen felt the bile rising in her tightened gut. Davey laughed, then finally dropped the cooling but still hot disc against her flesh.
"Eagghghghghghghhhhh!" she screamed.
Karen felt sick. The sudden touch of the branding iron against her thigh stung her nearly into unconsciousness. Karen jerked her knees and arms as if she could somehow escape the awful agony. The smell of her burned flesh and the burning agony of the branding iron nauseated her. But at the same time her mind exploded with an odd kind of ecstasy. Pleasure and pain merged in that mad, white-hot moment. Her clit tingled, exploding again and again while Davey pressed the disc against her flesh.
When Davey took the branding iron away, a large round circle with Uncle Billy's initials had been burned forever in her flesh. While she sobbed, Bill finished his fucking, drilling his cock hard and fast. In a moment he was shouting, slapping her injured ass while he dumped his hot load of jizz in her ass.
Davey was next. While her uncle took several more pictures, the young stud climbed onto the girl, pushing the inner frame down a little more until her head was nearly touching the floor. In this way, he fucked her cum-smeared ass.
"Yeah, thanks, Daddy. Goin' in after your cock sure makes it easier ass-fuckin' this little slut."
Karen hung there, sobbing in pain, her pride and self-esteem in ruins while her cousin fucked her ass-hole raw. His fingers reached down around her clit, continually strumming her little fuck-nub until the blonde teen was yowling once more with lust. Pain and delight, how they came together so violently this time. The stinging bites of her cum took her breath away as Cousin Davey fucked his prick into the soft silken confines of her shitter.
They both came with violence. When Davey was through, he carefully backed out of the device, reaching but and uprighting the inner frame. Karen sagged there in her bonds, the back of her right thigh still burning violently from the savage branding. Looking up, she could see the broad pink bands on her wrist flesh, the results of all the bondage.
"These pictures will keep your mouth shut," Uncle Billy said, sorting through the photos. "Davey, take 'er down. Gotta put somethin' on that burn to keep it from getting infected. You're ours now, baby, ours!" Uncle Billy tapped one edge of a picture against his chest. "That means whenever we say roll over, you do it. When we want to fuck you, Karen, we'll do it. You don't have any choice in the matter, understand?"
Bill walked up to her as his son was unfastening the thongs binding her ankles. He grabbed her hair, jerking her head up until she looked at him dumbly. Karen nodded her head, feeling exhaustion overtake her.
"Good. Now we'll take care of you until you're better. Then we'll think of something fitting to end your vacation with us, kind of a nice memory to take back to the city until you come back here again."
Karen fell into her uncle's arms sobbing, almost too tired to walk. Uncle Billy guided her up the stairs, at times feeling her cunt and ass. He never tired, it seemed, of mauling her body and pawing her tits. The thought that she would be forever in his control frightened the girl. Reaching the kitchen, Karen slumped completely into Uncle Billy's arms." He scooped her from the floor, carrying her the rest of the way to her bedroom. But wasn't what he had done pleasing to her, too? Hadn't she enjoyed it when he or Billy had fucked her cunt and ass-hole while she was bound to one thing or other? Fucking, that's all that mattered to her. Even now, cradled in her uncle's muscled arms, she could feel her cunt warming to his touch. She could have laughed for joy, in spite of the pain and fatigue nearly blinding her. And she was his. His brand was on the back of her thigh. She would never take it off, even if she could.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed.
How her cunt was going to spasm again and again under the control of her uncle and cousin. Fucking was the only reason for being, she thought as she began to fall asleep against her uncle's chest.
