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 a positive experience.
In AUNT BOUND FOR FUN, Jane finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by her two teenaged nephews, degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had. Jane 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
With no seat to spare on the Greyhound bus and people standing in the aisle, Jane found herself wedged in next to a smelly teenage cowboy who kept glancing down at her tits and pressing his thigh against hers. At thirty six, she was at least twice his age, almost old enough to be his mother. All males disgusted her, but she had an especially strong loathing for teenage boys, whose brains were located in that obscene bulge they all displayed in their splitting-tight jeans, and who thought that females had been created for the sole purpose of being their sexual toys. She had no doubt that Rory and Skip, the nephews that she hadn't seen in ten years and whom she would be supervising for the next two weeks, were no different from any other teenage males-disgusting, wild, in need of severe discipline.
Jane turned her head slowly to the side and stared the cowboy straight in the eyes. His face reddened and he smirked foolishly.
"You mind giving me some breathing room?" Jane said. "And how about keeping your eyes on something else before they fall out?"
The kid's face turned from pink to beet-colored and his smirk became a frown. "What're you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about, cowboy. Now give me some breathing room before I call the driver back here and tell him what you've been up to."
"What the hell-"
"I mean it, boy!"
"Christ!" the kid mumbled, but he retreated, crossing his arms and making himself very small on his section of the double seat. If a man hadn't been standing in the aisle next to him, he would have fallen out of the seat.
Jane smiled, a rush of exhilaration making her nearly laugh out loud. In sixteen years, she had not met a male she couldn't handle, either animal or human. For fourteen of those years she'd been a teaching nun in a high school, and no boy had ever defied her without paying dearly for doing so. For the last two years, since leaving the sisterhood and teaching, she'd been breaking and training young stallions on a horse ranch. In two short years she'd gained a reputa-tion as one of the best horse trainers in the state. In all this time, she hadn't met a male who could stand up to her. She was a mistress of discipline. Discipline was her philosophy of life.
The bus moved on through the intense after-noon sunshine. Heat waves rose off the arid land. Inside the bus, the holiday travelers grumbled and shifted about restlessly. Due to the people standing in the aisles, nobody attempted to make their way to the restroom cubicle at the rear of the bus.
Jane opened the top buttons of her shirt to allow a little air to enter under it. She was dressed in jeans, riding boots, and a flannel shirt, appropriate clothing for the cool high-country air she'd left behind only an hour ago, but hellish attire for the arid flatlands the bus was now crossing. The bus' air-conditioner couldn't cope with the weather outside and with the overload of passengers, and the temperature inside the bus was slowly building.
Discipline, Jane thought. Forget the heat! Forget the crowdedness! The sweat trickled between her ample tits, however, and she found herself becoming increasingly irritated. She told herself she'd been foolish to leave the ranch to spend two weeks babysitting for three over-grown brats. Her brother's kids were certainly old enough to take care of themselves while their parents went on vacation. Her brother claimed the kids needed supervision, and Jane didn't doubt it, but they needed supervision only because they hadn't been properly disciplined by their parents and teachers. If they'd been students of hers, they'd be in no need of super-vision now. And wasn't the fourth of July the stupidest time of the year to go on a vacation, the time of the year when the whole country was vacationing! Her brother never had had any brains.
She sensed the cowboy trying to peek down into her open shirt, but when she glanced at him, he had his eyes tightly closed and was pretend-ing to be asleep. You don't fool me, she thought. Filthy animal!
All males were filthy animals. Jane had known that all her life. One of the reasons she'd entered the convent so early, in her early teens, was because of the incessant pawing she'd suf-fered from boys. Being blonde and precociously developed hadn't helped things any. Before she'd entered the convent, she'd spent her life fighting off sweaty hands and dirty fingernails, hands that grabbed for her large and heavy tits or tried to get under her panties. But the tough nuns in the convent had taught her how to take care of herself, and during her years of high school teaching she'd taken her revenge on the male sex. It was a pity her teaching career had ended so abruptly and finally. The memory of how she'd been kicked out of the sisterhood and out of teaching would be with her forever.
The end had come on a dark, snowy even-ing, completely without warning. Sister Jane had stayed at school late, grading exam papers and becoming increasingly angry as she did so. She was ready to flunk her entire third-period history class. She had visions of forcing the class to run barefoot through the snow and over jag-ged ice until their feet were raw, and caked with frozen blood. As she sat in her classroom, her crotch throbbing as she imagined one torturous form of punishment after another, she was startled by what sounded like the distant scream of a girl.
"What in heaven?" she muttered. By now the school should have been locked up, even the janitors had gone home. She'd thought she'd been alone in the school building. She left the classroom and marched down the hall.
The hallways were dark, lit only at the inter-section of one corridor with another, and so still that Sister Jane became convinced she'd imagined the scream. She was almost ready to go back to her classroom when the scream came again. Actually, it was only a half scream, muffled immediately. Sister Jane moved toward the gymnasium, from which the scream had come. Standing outside the doors, she saw light coming through the door cracks, and she heard strange sounds-whispers, laughs, grunts. She decided to surprise whoever was causing the commotion, so she went around to the door of the gym that opened under the bleachers.
She entered the gym silently and sealed the door behind herself. Instead of going out onto the gym floor, she crept under the bleachers and peered out between bleacher seats. She froze, staring out in utter disbelief. The scene out on the gym floor was something beyond anything she could ever have imagined.
Only one end of the gym was lit, but it was lit like a stage upon which actors performed.
The stage was a large wrestling mat. The actors were a dozen naked males-the wrestling team --their muscular bodies gleaming with sweat, their teenage cocks jutting up and out like polished billy clubs. There was only one actress_Trudie Smith__and the lust-mad young wrestlers were using her as their sex slave.
Sister Jane found herself shaking, too shocked to move. She could only watch, but as she watched she found herself as fascinated and excited by what she saw as she was horrified and sickened by it. She kept telling herself to move, to rush out onto the floor and put an end to the rape, but she couldn't, she didn't want too. The boys were animals, fit to be skinned alive for their vicious crime, but Sister Jane found herself admiring them as much as hating them, delight-ing in their cruelty as much as being disgusted by it. And their cocks, their cocks hypnotized her! She'd never seen an erect cock before. They were like weapons, like tools of discipline, and they excited her; Besides, Trudie Smith deserved exactly what she was getting. The teenage slut was getting only what she'd been asking for as long as Sister Jane had known her. Hadn't Trudie been reprimanded day in and day out, year in and year out, for her scanty manner of dress. All the nuns had warned her, but she was incorrigible. She had been inviting rape for years.
Trudie was pinned on her back to the wrestling mat, her legs hooked over the wide shoulders of a hairy wrestler, `her knees forced to her own shoulders as the wrestler bore down on her. The wrestler's long, thick cock was anchored in Trudie's cunt, plunging in and out like an oiled piston. The wrestler's muscular asscheeks contracted rhythmically as he thrust in again and again, grunting like a bull as he did so and muttering about how hot and tight Trudie's fuckhole was. Trudie's bare feet, high in the air, were squirming frantically, her pink toes clutching and clawing at the air as wildly as she was squirming under the lust-incensed teenaged stud. The girl's attempts to cry out were muffled by a dirty male foot in her mouth. Another wrestler stood over her, grinding his filthy toes between her lips to gag her, and jerk-ing himself off as he watched his teammate rape her.
"Hurry it up, man!" one of the other wrestlers said. "I want a piece of that bitch too. Don't hog her, man." A fluid dripped from his cock as he masturbated himself.
All the other wrestlers were standing by, waiting their turns, jerking themselves off as they watched their teammate pleasure `his cock in Trudie's juicy crotch. Their clothing was scat-tered around on the floor-sweatsocks, jock-straps, wrestling shoes, tights and shorts, sweaty jerseys.
"Oh yeah, oh yeahhh!" the rutting boy moaned. He fucked so fast that Trudie's toes clawed the balls of her feet. As he reached his climax, his body shuddered and he grunted loudly, firing the molten bullets of cum up Trudie's reamed-out young cunt. "Awwwwww shit!"
His sliding cock made lubricious squishing sounds in Trudie's cum-filled pussy. One of his teammates grabbed him by the hips and tried to pull him off Trudie.
"Pull it out, man! Come on, you hog!"
The wrestler rolled off Trudie and collapsed on the mat, panting as if he'd just finished a hard match. He sighed, looking completely satisfied and exhausted. His cock, slightly soft-ened, but still swollen to its full size, throbbed slowly against his belly, drenched with Trudie's pussy cream.
The boys pulled Trudie up to her hands and knees. Cum leaked from her half-open cunt and slid down her legs like a slimy paste. One boy had her by the ass, the other by the hair. A fist prevented her from screaming. The fist was soon replaced by a cock, which Trudie choked on as it was rammed down her throat. As the wrestler kneeling in front of her fed her his hairy cock, the wrestler kneeling behind her rammed his own hairy cock up her cunt. The two boys moaned, their eyes glazed with lust as they fucked Trudie from both ends simultaneously.
Sister Jane's head swam and she gripped the bleachers to keep herself from falling over. She had always known that males were animals, capable of filthy, perverted acts, and she had guessed the mechanics of sexual intercourse, but she had never dreamed that the acts she was now witnessing were possible. Trudie was on all fours, like a common beast, like a bitch dog, and while one stud assaulted her from behind, the other stud forced her to suck on his cock. Even animals, as far as she knew, were incap-able of performing such a perverted act as shov-ing a filthy cock into a mouth. She found herself wondering what Trudie was tasting, or smelling. She expected the girl to vomit.
Trudie didn't vomit, though. She seemed to become more and more passive and accepting. It appeared that she was sucking like a baby on a bottle. She squirmed and whimpered, but she sucked, nevertheless. Spit leaked from her fucked mouth and dripped from her chin. The boy yanked on her hair, jerking her head and working her mouth on his cock. His pubic hair scoured her nose. His hairy balls slapped her chin. His long cock plunged in and out of her throat.
"Yeahhhh baby, suck that thing!" the boy moaned. "Oh shit, what a mouth!" With each grinding thrust, he buried every inch of his cock in Trudie's face.
The boy behind Trudie was smacking his hard male belly against her upturned ass as he rammed his cock up her juicy cunt again and again. His muscular fingers dug into her shapely ass cheeks, gripping her as he assaulted her seething female pleasure-hole. As he screwed her, he leaned forward and started to lick her back. He sank his teeth into the tender flesh where her neck and shoulder came together and Trudie let out a catlike whine. The boy began to grunt and growl, and suddenly he was pump-ing his load up her pussy.
"Feels-so-good!" he moaned, shooting jism into the depths of Trudie's loins. "Feels- so-good!"
Trudie's toes curled and she trembled. Her silky-smooth body flushed deeply and her whin-ing turned to whimpering.
"Oh christ, she's coming!" the boy fucking her gasped. "Oh Christ, what a cunt!"
The boy fucking her mouth arched his back, drove his cock in to the hilt, and started firing his cum down her throat. "Ahhhhh!"
Trudie choked on his cum, then made gur-gling noises as she swallowed and groaned.
One of the on looking boys got so excited that he lost his load. He swayed dizzily, his legs squeezed together, his hand pumping up and down his spurting cock. Boys moved out of the way to avoid being pelted with flying cum.
Sister Jane watched with even more disbelief as the boy shot his load. The jism was hurled from his cock in long white streams, like whips. It splattered audibly against the wrestling mat as it fell. She had known that males ejaculated a fluid, but she had never guessed that they did so with such force, or that the cum was so thick and white and came in such copious quantities. It looked as if the boy were shooting his guts out.
The boy feeding his load to Trudie yanked his cock out of her mouth. It throbbed, drip-ping jism. He beat it back and forth across her face, then pulled her by the hair and forced her to crouch down and lap up the cum of the other boy. The boy who had fucked her cunt struggled to his feet and staggered around as if he wasn't sure where he was.
As Trudie was lapping up the cum on the mat, a boy jumped on her ass and rammed his cock between her ass cheeks. He growled as he ground his cock at her asspucker. As his cock forced her pucker open and twisted into her asshole, Trudie arched up, her eyes and mouth wide with shock and pain. Cum leaked from her mouth, dribbled from her lips and chin. Her tits heaved, swollen and pointed. As she started to scream, a boy got down in front of her and stuffed his huge cock down her throat. The boy on her ass ground his belly against her, his cock buried in her to the hilt. Both boys began working their cocks in and out.
"Tight ass!" the boy screwing Trudie's shit-ter grunted. His hands were braced against the floor, his hips swinging freely as he drove his big cock in and out of Trudie's clutching little bunghole.
"Bugger that horny bitch!" a boy growled, pounding his cock fiercely as he looked on. "Screw the Shit outa her!"
Trudie writhed under the ass-reaming attack. She whimpered, whined, choked on the cock stuffed down her throat. A boy dropped down and began to chew on one of her feet. Another boy started chewing on her other foot, biting her clutching toes, gnawing her heel. Two more boys dropped down on either side of her and forced her to close her hands around their cocks. The poor girl lay flat on her belly, cocks stuffed down her throat and up her ass, pricks filling her hands, teeth gnawing at her feet and toes.
"Jerk it!" the boys at her sides ordered, and she began to slide her hands on their cocks, jerk-ing them off.
The boys holding her feet started rubbing their dripping pricks against her soles, against her toes, masturbating themselves against her spit-wet feet. She wiggled her toes, massaging their cocks and balls. Suddenly, one of the cocks erupted, spurting cum all over her foot and leg. The ejaculating boy clung to her foot, rubbing himself off against it. His orgasm set off a chain reaction. The two boys Trudie was jerking off ejaculated simultaneously, spurting slimy streams of cum over her hands and forearms. The boy reaming out her ass arched back, gasp-ing as he machine-gunned his load into her guts. Trudie choked as a cock went off in her throat and sent hot cum down her gullet. As the boy humping her ass finished pumping out his load and rolled off her, his place was taken by another boy, who mounted her ass, drove his cock straight up it, and came before he'd delivered a half-dozen thrusts. Another cock went off on Trudie's other foot. Cum shot all over. A new boy shoved his cock in her mouth.
Sister Jane could hardly see from the tears in her eyes. Her entire body was burning up. Her loins throbbed with such a maddening excite-ment that she chewed her lips nearly bloody to stifle her desire to whine and moan. She was watching a scene from the lowest pit in hell. The boys were possessed by the filthiest, most perverted demons imaginable. And Trudie, the object of their depraved lust, was sicker and more wicked than even her tormentors.
Sister Jane could smell sweat and cum, pussy and asshole. For a few moments, she found herself imagining she was Trudie-Trudie tak-ing cocks up her ass and down her throat, Trudie being shot full of cum inside and out, Trudie squirming on her belly like a stuck sow. Sister Jane watched the cocks flexing and the cum flying, listened to the grunts of lust, inhaled the filthy smells. She groped herself between her legs, clutching at her tight and swollen cunt, her fingernails nearly tearing through the many layers of her nun's habit. A wave of exquisite heat and sensation passed through her loins, streaming in all directions through her body, and she doubled over, rubbing madly at her crotch as she experienced the first orgasm of her life. Flashes of light went off in her skull, and she thought she had died and gone to heaven. Then all went dark.
She came to sometime later, lying on the floor under the bleachers, not knowing for several seconds where she was. She was drenched with sweat. She felt a terrible wetness and stickiness between her thighs, as if she'd pissed in her underwear. She forced herself to stand, feeling lower and more wretched than was bearable. She had sinned. She had degraded herself. She wanted to kill.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhh!" A boy was lying on top of Trudie, plunging his cock in her cunt.
Trudie had been turned over again, and the boy was rubbing himself all over her belly and tits as he pleasured his cock in her clutching pussy. Trudie had her arms and legs around him, and she was grinding up against him, her eyes rolling with pleasure, her toes flexing.
"I'm coming!" the boy moaned, and Trudie moaned with him.
Trudie arched up against him, her eyes turn-ing back, and she started to jerk and gibber as she experienced another orgasm.
A boy kneeling at Trudie's head began to ejaculate. As his cum spurted onto her face, he forced his cock into her mouth and made her drink the rest of his load.
Sister Jane nearly broke her teeth as she ground them together. They all deserved to die and to rot in hell, all those filthy animals who had caused her to sin. A red fire consumed her and she staggered from her hiding place in the bleachers, gripping the rosary that hung at her side with one hand, and unbuckling the black belt that cinched her waist with the other. The belt and rosary came free as she moved between two sections of bleachers and out onto the gym floor.
The kids didn't see her until she was on them, and by then it was too late to escape. Sister Jane was like a berserk gladiator as she wielded the belt and rosary, scourging the naked flesh of a dozen wrestlers and one naked girl until the wrestling mat was stained with blood.
The naked teenagers, screaming in shock and agony, thrashed and rolled and squirmed on the wrestling mat as Sister Jane scourged them mer-cilessly. She was blind with rage, temporarily insane, and her bestial instincts drove her on with such quickness and agility that not or f the teenagers was able to escape her. At last, they huddled together in the center of the mat, a mass of writhing, bleeding flesh; trying to crawl under each other for safety.
She might have killed them if Father Howe, having returned to the school that evening for some papers he'd forgotten, had not heard the commotion and gone to the gym to investigate. Father Howe, being Principal of the high school, had dismissed Sister Jane from her teaching post that very evening, without even allowing her to give her side of the story. A few days later, Sister Jane was out on the streets, wearing a dress instead of a nun's habit. A month later, she was living on a ranch, disciplin-ing spirited young stallions instead of teenagers.
"Half-hour stop-over," the driver of the Greyhound bus announced, and Jane snapped out of her daydreaming. A few minutes later, she was using the restroom in the bus depot of the small cow town they had stopped in. It irritated her to find that the crotch of her pan-ties was sopping wet with juice from her pussy. Whenever she daydreamed about that fateful evening in the high school gym, her cuntlips swelled and her fuckhole drooled. How she was tempted to masturbate when that happened! But she forced herself not to. She would never degrade herself again as she had that evening behind the bleachers. Never!
Out in the waiting room, the young cowboy who had sat next to her in the bus kept ogling her, as did several other men. Animals! she thought, wanting to blind them all. Then she had an idea.
She gave the young cowboy the flicker of a smile, then left the waiting room. Outside, she walked along the side of the depot building, smiling to herself when she glanced back and saw that the young cowboy had followed. She slipped into an alleyway behind the depot. The cowboy, grinning sheepishly, his face red, step-ped into the alleyway behind her.
They faced each other. "Well, let's see what you've got," Jane said. "Quick! The bus leaves in ten minutes."
The boy's hands shook as he fumbled with his belt and unzipped his jeans. His cock was so hard and his jeans so tight that he couldn't get his cock out.
"Take your pants off, dummy," Jane said. As the boy pushed his jeans down, his big prick sprang out, throbbing wildly, and Jane felt a dirty thrill in her cunt.
"All the way off," she said. "And take off the boots too." She watched with mounting excitement as the bare-assed kid did as she ordered.
By the time he straightened up, naked except for his shirt, his cock was dripping. For a few moments, Jane stared at his prick, hypnotized by its vermilion knob, by its bulging veins, by its pulsations. Her fingernails cut into her palms and snapped her out of her trance. She forced her hands to relax. Then she moved toward the boy, smiling.
"You sure are a big boy," she said. "You could trade equipment with a stallion and the horse would never know the difference."
The boy swallowed, grinned. He was shaking. "Close your eyes, cowboy. I've got a surprise for you."
The boy grinned even more as he closed his eyes. Jane studied his large brown nuts for a few seconds, then sent her booted foot into them as hard as she could. The boy jumped two' feet straight up, moaned sickly, then crumpled to the ground, clutching himself and whimpering. Jane laughed at him. She collected his jeans and boots, and on her way back to the bus, she dumped the jeans and boots in the back seat of a parked car.
The bus continued its journey with one less passenger on board, and Jane smiled with satis-faction the rest of the afternoon. There wasn't a male alive she couldn't handle.
Chapter Two
The bus was late in getting into the city, and it was her youngest nephew, Skip, who picked her up at the Greyhound station. The kid was shaggy-haired and reeked of sweat, and as he drove her home he kept making silly, empty- headed comments about how Jane wasn't anything like what he'd expected. The last time he'd seen her she'd been all bound up in a nun's habit and she'd looked much older to him, he said. She really didn't look all that old to him now in fact, she didn't look all that much older than some of the chicks his older brother Rory went out with.
"I don't like that word," Jane said. "And I don't want you using it around me. A chick is a baby chicken, an animal. You do not com-pare women to animals. Is that clear? And I want you to stop this car and put some shoes on those filthy feet of yours. It's illegal to drive without shoes on."
"Since when?" Skip said. "It ain't illegal in this state. Besides, I don't have any shoes along."
"Then I'll drive," Jane said, and she forced him to trade places with her. He said very little to her the rest of the way home, which suited Jane just fine. He was already learning his place.
The house was a shambles. Jane's brother and sister-in-law had already left for the airport. They'd left a note behind, apologizing to Jane for not being able to meet her, but her bus had been late, and they couldn't miss their flight. She was to make herself at home, and they were sure the kids, who were old enough to take care of themselves, but who just needed a little super-vision, wouldn't be any problem to her.
Make myself at home? Jane thought. The place was a pigsty. She'd come here to super-vise three teenagers, not to be a housekeeper or maid. She took her suitcase to the downstairs bedroom, her bedroom for the next two weeks, and she was stupefied to see that the bed hadn't even been made. Not only that, her brother and sister-in-law had left dirty clothes scattered around the room, as if they expected Jane not only to deal with their mess, but to do their wash for them as well.
"You sure look different without the nun's getup on."
Jane turned and faced the speaker, and found herself looking at a gum-chewing teenage girl dressed in tight jeans and a pink blouse that was more of a halter than a blouse. The blouse had been pulled up and tied in a knot just below the girl's well-developed tits, thus exposing her belly and navel. The top of the blouse was unbut-toned, exposing more than half of her tanned tits. The girl had long, shiny black hair and raisin eyes. Jane knew this was her niece, Carla, but she couldn't help thinking of the name Jezebel.
"Doesn't anybody in this family wear shoes?" Jane said, scowling at the girl's bare feet.
"It's summer," Carla said, chomping on gum. "You want a Coke or something, Aunt Jane?"
"I don't drink poison," Jane said. "And what I want is for you and your younger brother to start straightening up this house."
Carla stopped chewing her gum and frowned. "You've gotta be kidding."
"I do not kid," Jane said. "Now you find that brother of yours and the two of you get busy. And when you've finished, I want him to take a shower, I want you to take a bath, and I want the two of you to dress decently and to put some shoes on."
Carla stood there with her mouth open.
"Where's your older brother?" Jane said.
"Probably where he always is," Carla said. "In the basement, working out."
"He'll be joining you and your older brother in a few minutes," Jane said. "When I return from the basement with him, I want you and Skip to have cleaned up this bedroom so I can unpack."
Carla stood there dumbly, as if she didn't understand, as if Jane spoke a foreign language.
"You will do as I say," Jane said. "Or you shall be dearly sorry."
She marched out of the room, forcing Carla to step aside so she could pass through the door.
The basement reeked of sweat. A young man, dressed in nothing but green gym trunks, lay supine on a padded bench, heaving a barbell from his chest to arm's length, gulping air each time he lowered the bar. Sweat ran off his tan-ned body and off the bench as if he were lying under a shower. Like his young sister and brother, Rory had hair like a black stallion.
"I'm glad to see you like using your muscles," Jane said. "There's plenty of work to do upstairs."
Rory jumped at the sound of Jane's voice, then replaced the barbell on its bench supports and sat up. He looked Jane up and down, smil-ing. "Aunt Jane, you really have changed."
"So I've been told," Jane said. "Actually, the only thing that's changed is the clothing. The woman under the clothing is still the same."
Rory's eyes lingered on her tits. "Those nun's outfits sure do hide a lot, don't they."
Jane bit her lower lip. "Your brother and sister are doing a little house cleaning at the moment, and I suggest you go upstairs and help them out.
Rory frowned. "I'm working out, Aunt Jane."
"So I can see. Wasting all your energy try-ing to enlarge your already muscle bound body. Vanity. A sinful waste of time and energy. While I am here, my boy, you shall be putting your energy to better uses. Wipe off that sweat, and I'll see you upstairs directly." She left him without saying another word.
And Rory himself was too dumbfounded to say another word.
Skip and Carla were not where Jane expected to find them, in the bedroom on the first floor, putting it in order so Jane could unpack. Jane exhaled, angered by Carla's failure to carry out her orders promptly, and she left the bedroom in search of the disobedient girl. She found Carla on the second floor of the house-in Skip's bedroom. Jane peered into the bedroom from the dimly lit hallway, shocked by the scene she found.
Carla lay across Skip's bed, her pants off, her naked legs spread, the tips of her toes touching the floor. Skip kneeled on the floor next to the bed, his head bobbing between his older sister's spread legs. His fingers held her dark-furred pussylips wide apart as his tongue slobbered over the red meat between them. He moaned as he slurped, and Carla moaned with him, rub-bing her bare ass in sexy circles against the edge of the mattress.
"Suck!" Carla said, her toes curling. "Eat it up!"
"Mmmmm,mnunm" Skip growled, chew-ing and slurping and sucking. He buried his nose and lips between her cuntslips. One of his hands moved down to unfasten his jeans. He freed his cock and started to massage it.
"You filthy boy," Carla said. "Eating your sister's pussy! I'm gonna tell Aunt Jane on you." She shrieked with laughter for a moment, then put her hand over her mouth.
Skip drove his tongue into her, licking out the fluffy folds of her steaming pussy. He twisted his head from side to side, rubbing his nose down into her soft, wet pussy meat and growl-ing like a dog.
Carla's eyes rolled back. She brought her legs together, clamping them around her brother's head.
"Tongue-fuck it!" she gasped. "Make me come!"
It looked as if Skip's entire head would at any moment disappear inside his sister's body. He growled, munched, sucked. His hand moved faster on his cock.
"Eeeeeeh!" Carla squealed. She tossed her head from side to side. Her thighs tightened around Skip's head and her toes curled under. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Skip sounded like a pig at a slop trough as he devoured his sister's juicing, spasaming crotch. Carla dug her fingernails into her brother's head, pressing his face deeper between her legs as she rubbed her exploding teenage pussy in his mouth.
"Eat it, Skipper!" she gasped. "Oh God, yes!"
Jane slowly and silently unbuckled her belt, watching the scene before her intently as she pulled the belt from the loops of her jeans. She quivered from scalp to toes with a fierce and cruel excitement. What her niece and nephew were doing was even more perverted than what she'd witnessed the wrestling team doing with Trudie Smith. Skip and Carla were sinning even more grossly than the wrestlers had sinned with Trudie. Skip and Carla were brother and sister! Their sin was unforgivable.
Carla's legs relaxed and fell away from her brother's head. Skip lifted his face, which was plastered with pussycream and cunthairs. Carla laughed at him, calling him pussy-face. Skip stood up, his lube-dripping cock squeezed in his hand.
"No you don't," Carla said, and she rolled away before he could settle down on top of her. She slid off the end of the bed and came to rest on her knees. "You're never gonna get that thing in my cunt, brother, so just forget it."
"All you ever let me do is eat you," Skip said. "I never get anything out of it."
"You get a taste of my pussy," Carla said, "which is more than you deserve."
"I wanna fuck you," Skip said.
Carla laughed. "Every boy in town wants to fuck me, but only the deserving ones get the chance to dip their cocks between these legs, and you ain't one of them."
She started to get up, but Skip stepped out of the jeans bunched at his ankles and caught her by the hair. He forced his cock into her mouth before she could get out a word or a scream. He sank his cock down her throat until his balls mashed to her chin and she was chok-ing. He dug his fingers into her scalp and started to fuck her face.
"I've had enough of your cock-teasing!" he growled. "You're gonna start pleasuring me from now on. You're gonna eat that thing till it comes. Yeah, you're gonna eat it!"
His asscheeks dimpled as they contracted. His long cock slid back and forth between his sister's thinly stretched lips.
"Oh man, does this feel good!"
Carla kept choking and gagging, kept trying to pull away, but Skip held her, ramming his cock down her throat again and again. Her spit dripped from his balls. She finally stopped resisting and allowed him to use her head and face, her mouth and throat, in any way he wanted to, for his pleasure. Skip managed to get his shirt off and tossed it on the bed.
"I love being naked," he said. "I feel sexier, naked."
He gripped Carla's head as if it were a jackoff toy and plunged his cock in and out of her wet mouth.
"Ahhhhh, yeahhh!"
Jane had to restrain herself. She itched to step in and to put a stop to this perversion, this terri-ble sin, but her fascination with seeing her nephew rape his sister's mouth was strong, and she found herself watching with a kind of perverse pleasure. Carla did, after all, deserve exactly what she was getting, just as Trudie Smith had deserved what she had suffered at the hands of the wrestlers. Carla reminded Jane of Trudie, Carla with her tight jeans, her halter blouse, her bare feet. Carla, like Trudie, inten-tionally wore scanty clothing to excite the boys, the animals, and now Carla was paying for it, as she deserved to.
Skip snapped his head back, arched himself like a bow and drove his cock to the hilt down Carla's throat. His eyes rolled back to white slits. He trembled, gasping and jerking. Carla choked, choked again and again. Skip moaned, shooting his cum down her gullet, forcing her to swallow it.
"Eat that load!" he whispered. "Yeah, oh fuck!" He worked his cock with quick, sharp thrusts, massaging it in his sister's soft throat as it quivered and pulsed, the cum spurting from it.
Disgusted by the animal-like grunts of male pleasure, Jane stepped into the room, her belt raised high, and cracked the wide leather strap across her nephew's naked back. He bellowed as the scourging fire shot through his tender skin and as he simultaneously ejaculated down his sister's throat. Then he fell away from his sister, screaming as Jane strapped him again and again, letting the belt fall where it would. He lay on the floor, writhing in both pleasure and pain as the last of his cum oozed from his puls-ing cock and his enraged aunt thrashed him with the leather belt.
"Stop!" he gasped. "Please stop! Please stop!"
Jane gave him one last crack for good measure, then ordered him to get up on the bed and lie on his back. He pulled himself up, his body crisscrossed with ugly welts, and he flop-ped on the bed, moaning deliriously with pain.
"Arms above your head!" Jane ordered, then glared at Carla. "Find me some rope, slut!"
"Yes," Carla mumbled. "Rope. Yes." She scrambled on her hands and knees until she was out of the room, then stood up and hurried down the hail. She was back in less than a minute.
"Very good," Jane said. "Now help me tie him up."
They bound Skip around the wrists and ankles, then stretched him out and secured him to the head and foot of the bed. He moaned, only half-conscious, letting them tie him without putting up any resistance.
"Thank you, my dear," Jane said. "Now take off that worthless blouse of yours and lie down on the other bed."
"But-""Carla!" Jane raised the belt. "You've disobeyed me once. Say another word and you'll get exactly what your brother got."
Carla's hands shook as she untied the knot that fastened up the bottom of her blouse. She unbuttoned two buttons and the blouse fell completely open. She let it slip off her shoulders and climbed onto the other twin bed, not a stitch of clothing on her teenaged body. Her tits were as large and heavy as Jane's own, and they hung like twin udders. Jane resisted the urge to smack the girl's round, upturned ass with the flat of her hand. Carla lay face-down on the bed.
"Turn over, my dear," Jane said. "Just like your brother."
Jane bound Carla slightly differently from how she'd bound Skip. She stretched Carla's arms straight up over her head, as she'd done with Skip, but instead of keeping Carla's legs straight and together, as Skip's were, she spread the girl's legs, securing the girl's left and right ankles to opposite footposts of the bed. She enjoyed the sight of the reddish-pink flesh between Carla's dark-furred cuntlips, which was visible when Carla's legs were spread.
"There," Jane said. "Now you two can lie there and think about sin and hellfire awhile. And I hope you won't give me cause to use this thing too much." She cracked the belt across Skip's right foot and he jerked upward, gasp-ing. He would have jumped straight off the bed if he hadn't been tied down.
Downstairs, Rory was sneaking out the front door; a pair of athletic shoes in one hand, a T-shirt in the other. He wasn't about to become any housemaid for his dizzy aunt. No sir!
After she'd left him in the basement, he'd done a few more bench presses, a few curls, a few squats, but his heart wasn't in working out anymore. Aunt Jane had disturbed his concen-tration. He didn't like the way she'd barged in on him and started giving him orders. She was a sexy bitch, a damn sexy bitch, which was really strange, her being an ex-nun, but sexy or not, he wasn't going to eat out of her hand and do slave labor for her. What was she doing here, anyway? Protecting Carla from his own and Skip's hot cocks, that's what. The old man and old lady didn't trust him and Skip to be alone with Carla for two weeks, so Aunt Jane had been called in to chaperone. Well, good! She could chaperone the cockteasing little slut all she wanted, but she was sure as hell not going to slave-drive him. That was for sure!
He heard a distant commotion. Somewhere in the house Aunt Jane was bitching. He'd be damned if he was going to stay around and put up with it! He'd go out and hunt up some hot middle-aged pussy. He had a string of married women he visited regularly, making them squeal and squirm as he pleasured them with his ever -hard teenage cock, studding them better in one afternoon than their aging hubbies could stud them in a year of trying. They loved his teenage prick, and he loved their experienced older pussies. He was crazy about older women. Too bad Aunt Jane was such a bitch. She was one sexy piece of female meat.
He climbed into his car and squealed away, his dick throbbing.
Chapter Three
Jane spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house, cleaning it as it had surely never been cleaned before by that worthless sister-in-law of hers. She nearly scrubbed the linoleum off the bathroom and kitchen floors, and she ran the vacuum cleaner for hours over the filthy carpet-ing in the rest of the house. She stooped to play-ing housekeeper only because she needed some violent form of activity to blow off the angry energy that was bottled up inside her, and hours upon hours of house-cleaning helped calm her down somewhat.
How dare Rory defy her like that! How dare he run off after she'd ordered him to do some work! She'd thrash the hide off him when she got her hands on him. It was only because his father had neglected thrashing him regularly when he'd been younger that he'd turned into such a disobedient, disrespectful bum. He was worse in her eyes than his brother and sister. Skip and Carla might have played some filthy games behind her back, but there was no indica-tion that those two had intended to defy her directly by running out on their assigned work. Rory deserved to be hung by his thumbs and scoured with barbed wire.
During the course of her house-cleaning, Jane visited the bedroom from time to time where her niece and nephew lay bound to the twin beds. The sight of them naked and bound helplessly gave her great satisfaction, but despite the throbbing of her tightly-swollen cuntlips, she denied to herself that there was anything sex-ual about her satisfaction.
She told herself her satisfaction was purely the satisfaction of seeing discipline incarnate, discipline in action. The sight of Skip's erect cock enraged her, and she never left the room without demanding that he make it soft. When he failed to obey, she cracked the leather belt across his naked flesh, including across his cock and balls. The screams the boy let out were some of the most exciting screams she'd ever heard.
"You filthy animal!" she taunted. "You must learn not to become sexually excited in the presence of your sister. You will lie there and rot until you learn." She glanced at Carla and smiled. The girl smiled back. "And you, my dear, must learn to wear proper clothing."
"Yes ma'am," Carla said. "I'm sorry, Aunt Jane."
"You'd better be," Jane said. "I'm still debating whether to use the belt on you. You surely deserve it."
"Yes ma'am," Carla said.
Jane raised the belt, and Carla closed her eyes, her young body tense, straining against her bonds. She winced and jumped as Jane let the belt dangle down and tickle Carla's tits. Jane laughed as she left the room. The threat of tor-ture could be as effective as torture itself.
When dinner time came around, Jane realized there wasn't any food in the house that was fit to eat. She'd thrown away most of the stuff in the refrigerator when she'd defrosted it, and what was left was junk-sauces and soft drinks.
She didn't like the idea of leaving Skip and Carla tied up when she left the house, but she wouldn't be gone long, and she really did need to get some food. She found Skip's keys and left in the car to find a supermarket.
Upstairs, Skip started muttering when he heard her drive off. "I'm gonna kill her! I'm gonna get loose, and I'm gonna kill her."
"Don't bust a blood vessel," Carla said. "It's more likely she'll kill you before you kill her."
"Shut up!" Skip snapped, and he struggled violently against his ropes. The harder he struggled, the tighter the ropes cut into his wrists and ankles.
"Your cock stands straight up in the air when you strain like that," Carla said. "Do it some more. It's real cute."
"Fuck you, bitch!"
Carla laughed. "You're in no condition to fuck me, little brother. Aunt Jane's got you where she wants you, and it's where you belong."
"When I get loose, I'm gonna choke you to death with my prick, big sister. I swear it."
"Not with Aunt Jane around, you won't," Carla said. "She likes me. Or haven't you noticed that? She hasn't laid a hand on me."
"Except to tie you up."
"She's just playing games," Carla said. "She gets her rocks off that way. She'd rather lick my pussy, but she's afraid to ask, so she ties me up and gets off on looking at my beautiful naked body."
"You know what I'm gonna do when I get loose? I'm gonna rape you, bitch."
"Aunt Jane won't let you," Carla taunted. "I'll rape that bitch too," Skip mumbled, and Carla shrieked with laughter.
Five minutes later, Rory came home. He was wound up from his afternoon of fucking. He'd only managed to find one of his string of mar-ried women available, and he'd fucked her for hours, bringing her to one climax after another without himself coming. He enjoyed holding off sometimes so he could experience the kind of orgasm that blew his mind. The only trouble was that today he'd had to jump out the bedroom window when the husband had unexpectedly arrived home, and he'd been denied the release he'd been building up to all afternoon. He slip-ped into the house and headed straight for his bedroom to beat off before his nuts exploded and his cock split open. The woman's fuck-juices hadn't even dried yet on his prick and balls.
"What the hell!" Rory stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring with disbelief at Skip and Carla. His cock nearly tore open his shorts at the sight of his naked, bound sister, and the glistening red fuckmeat between her cuntlips. He was aware of Skip's welt-covered body, but once his eyes fell on Carla's tits, he forgot all about Skip.
"Untie me!" Skip said. "Aunt Jane did this. She's crazy, a fucking psycho. She strapped me, for christsake. Untie me!"
Rory moved in a trance. His hands started to untie Skip's wrist ropes, but his mind was only on his succulent, deliciously naked and helpless sister. He'd been itching to get his cock up her juicy little pussy since Junior High, but she was a tough, unseducible little bitch if there ever was one. She was a cocktease, though, the worst cocktease he'd ever known. After untying a few knots, Rory's hands abandoned Skip's bonds and moved to his own shorts. He undressed quickly, mechanically, aware of Skip shouting, as if from a distance, that Rory should untie him, aware of Carla scowling at him and say-ing, "Don't you dare! Don't you dare!"
Stark naked, his cock feeling as big as a baseball bat, Rory climbed up on the bed on which his sister lay helplessly bound. She squirmed, trying to escape, spitting at him, screaming at him to stop, telling him she was going to kill him.
"It's incest!" she screamed. "Incest!" But the word only excited Rory more.
As he settled down on top of her, he guided his cock, still moist and slick with the other woman's cuntal lube, between his sister's soft pussylips. The moment his prickhead kissed the wet meat of her steaming crotch, Rory thrust. His cock torpedoed up her cunt to the very hilt.
Carla arched up, her cunt stuffed with her brother's hot cock. "Damn you! Goddamn youuuuu!"
She spat at him, tried to bite him, but he kept his flushed face out of range of her teeth. He was delirious, quivering in every cell of his body. He rubbed his belly against her belly, got his mouth around one of her tits and sucked. She groaned, and her cunt squeezed his cock. He gnawed her other tit, making her cunt contract some more.
"You're the sick one," Skip called from over on the other bed. "Fuck her, Rory! Ream that bitch out!"
He squirmed, his own cock nearly shooting off from the excitement of watching his older brother rape his cockteasing sister. As excited as he was, though, he kept one hand busy try-ing to loosen the rope around his left wrist. Rory had untied a few knots, had loosened the rope enough to give Skip a chance of getting his left wrist free.
"Ram that slut! Ram her! Yeah, give it to her!"
Rory didn't need any urging from his brother to keep his loins thrusting and his cock plung-ing. The pleasure he was giving his cock was some of the best pleasure he'd ever felt. He was wound up from having not gotten the chance to cream the housewife this afternoon, and now he was acting out one of his most secret, most exciting fantasies-that of raping his own sister. He rammed so hard that his hipbones collided with his sister's hipbones and sent jolts through both their bodies. Each time his cock plunged into the juicy fuckhole between his sister's legs, he grunted with toe-curling pleasure, the fuck- sensation saturating not only his cock, but shooting through his balls and asshole and down his legs.
"Oh yeahhh, yeahhh!" he moaned, driving savagely, letting all out the pent-up energy in his muscular loins. "Aw fuck, aw shit!"
The headboard of the bed banged against the wall. Carla writhed, screaming and whimper-ing, trying not to feel the pleasure her brother's cock was giving her. He was violating her body. She hadn't given him permission to enter her. He was raping her. Raping her!
"Damn you!" she screamed. "You big dumb sick animal! You stupid bull! I hate you! I'll kill you!"
She strained so hard against her ropes that her hands and feet became numb. She would rip her hands and feet right off if she had to escape her bondage and get away from her rut-ting brother.
"Feels so good!" Rory mumbled, the muscles of his back rippling as he humped relentlessly between his sister's legs: His big cock plunged, making the juices flow in Carla's cunt and leak out to moisten the bedsheet. His big hairy balls slapped against his sister's wet crotch, getting slick with her juices.
Skip almost had his left hand loose. When he got it loose he knew he would have to concen-trate on untying his other hand instead of let-ting his freed hand grab his prick and pound the shit out of it. He needed to save his load, because as soon as Rory was finished raping Carla, he was going to jump on her and rape her himself. His hand came free and he giggled with elation. He gave his cock one good hard squeeze, then went to work, untying his other hand.
Rory grunted, moaned, tossing his head from side to side. His body dripped with sweat. He didn't think he'd ever fucked so hard and fast without a letup. His lungs heaved. His heart banged as hard as his loins were thrusting. The pleasure streamed through his cock, up his spine and through his legs. The tips of his toes tingled. He collapsed on his sister, biting her on the mouth before she could bite him, grinding his muscular chest against her hot, spongy tits, churning his cock inside her, crushing her. A flame of mind-blowing sensation drilled the core of his cock and he began to shake all over. His nuts contracted. The cum gushed through his piss tube.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he b...llowed. "Uhhhhhhh!" His body jerked spastically as his cock flexed and his cum splashed in the depths of his sister's cunt.
She lay under him limply, helplessly, letting him shoot fire into her loins. His cock flexed inside her so hard that she imagined she had a live snake inside her. As she relaxed, the pleasure she'd been denying herself mushroomed in her loins and her swollen fuck- tissues began to pulse with orgasm.
"Ohhhhh Goddddd!" she moaned. Then she gasped, humping up against her writhing brother, fucking herself on his spurting cock. All she cared about now was the feeling, the incredible pleasure. She strained against her bonds, mad to wrap her arms and legs around the muscular young man grinding down on top of her.
Jane came into the kitchen with her bag of groceries. She heard noises coming from upstairs and immediately sensed trouble. She dropped the groceries on the kitchen table, yanked her belt out of her jeans, and headed up the stairs.
Standing in the doorway of her nephew's bedroom, she paused for a few moments, try-ing to assimilate the scene in front of her. Skip lay where she'd left him, but all she saw on the other bed was the backside of a sweaty, writh-ing, grunting young man. Only Carla's arms and legs were visible, sticking out from under the mass of grinding muscle. She was so stunned by what she saw that it took her a few seconds to realize that it was Rory who was raping the helpless young girl. She raised the belt and attacked.
Rory's eyes nearly popped out as the belt cracked across his back. He was still spurting cum into his sister, and the slashing crack of th leather belt stunned him, sent such a jolt through him that he thought he was ejaculating his balls through his cock. He arched sharply, gasping. When the second scouraging blow hit him, he yanked his cock out of his sister and fell off the bed, completely disoriented.
With each word, she cracked the belt across Rory's flesh, not caring where she hit him, lay-ing welts on his face as well as on his back and legs and chest.
Rory had no chance to defend himself. He was too weak from his orgasm, too shocked by the surprise attack to get his wits together. All he could do was writhe in agony on the floor between the beds, pleading for mercy as the snot ran from his nose and the tears from his eyes. The more pathetically he begged, the more savagely Aunt Jane beat him. She might have beat him to death if Skip hadn't finally got free of his restraints and tackled her from behind.
Now Skip had the advantage of a surprise attack on Aunt Jane. He drove into her with such force that he knocked the wind out of her and toppled her over on top of Rory. As she lay gasping for breath, Skip restrained her hands with her own belt. Then he dragged her off Rory. When she tried to sit up, he put a foot on her chest and forced her back down, then straddled her, sitting on her tits and forcing her shoulders to the ground with his knees. His cock throbbed up and down, pounding her face like a billyclub.
"Shove it down her throat!" Rory said. "The fucking bitch! Choke her to death!"
He crawled on his belly, his flesh on fire from the scourging he'd taken, and he pulled viciously on Aunt Jane's hair, forcing her to open her mouth so Skip could fuck her throat.
Skip had forgotten his sister, who was lying spread out and vulnerable on the bed. All he cared about now was getting back at Aunt Jane for what she'd done to him and Rory. He would get a real charge out of punishing her, Using his cock as a weapon. His teeth clenched in a sadistic grin as he stuffed his sweaty, lube-dripping cock into his aunt's mouth and down her throat. The woman retched on his big smelly cock, but Skip kept grinding it down her throat until his hairy groin was mashing her nose and her chin was buried between his sweaty balls.
The woman's face turned purple, almost blue. Her eyes glared up with such hatred that Skip couldn't look directly into them. He focused on her thinly stretched lips, which were almost split-ting open around his thick, veiny cock. Suddenly, her teeth sank into the base of his cock and he howled. He smacked her on the cheek twice, and her teeth backed off.
"Fuck her throat," Rory said. "Make her eat your cum." His fingers were wound in Aunt Jane's hair, and he pulled her hair steadily, making her scalp throb with a constant fire and her eyes fill with tears.
Skip began to work his cock `in and out, massaging it against the soft, wet flesh in Aunt Jane's throat and mouth. He watched his veiny shaft ripple against Aunt Jane's wet lips. He thought he must be dreaming this. Earlier today he'd fucked his sister's smart-ass face for the first time, and now he was fucking his aunt's. His cock was ready to split open with pleasure and satisfaction-the satisfaction of revenge.
Jane gagged repeatedly. on the filthy cock ramming in and out of her throat. If she didn't choke to death, if she lived through this, she feared she'd never be able to swallow again without pain. It was as if a fist were being slammed against her tonsils and down her gullet. She lay there helplessly, her mouth gaping, choking on her nephew's plunging fuck-salami,
the scent of his stinking balls and groin asphyx-iating her. Sweat from his reeking armpits trickled down his flanks and ended up dripping on her cheeks. She wished she were dead.
"Man, that's a pretty sight!" Rory said, watching his brother's big stinking cock disap-pear in his aunt's mouth again and again. Each thrust of Skip's cock avenged for Rory the pain he'd suffered at the hands of his lunatic aunt. Each time Skip delivered a screwing thrust down Aunt Jane's throat, each time she choked and her face flushed a bluish purple, Rory felt the throbbing fire in his welts grow a little less. He tightened his grip on her hair. "Eat that thing, lady! Choke on it! Choke to death on it!"
Skip was getting dizzy, losing control of himself. The more he worked his cock in his aunt's mouth, the more wound up he got. He felt tingles all through his cock and balls. Even his nipples tingled. He felt a wild throbbing in his asshole and he knew there was no turning back. He pistoned his cock in and out, not car-ing if he broke Aunt Jane's nose or fractured her jaw. When he felt pleasure like this, he com-pletely lost control of himself.
"I'm gonna come!" Skip grunted. "Oh Jesus, uhhhhhh!" He rammed his cock in to the hilt and ground his belly against his aunt's face. Pleasure swirled through his nuts and streamed through his cock. Jism gushed down his aunt's gullet like molten lava.
Jane's eyes and nose burned with the potent fumes of the boy's cum. The sticky, slimy fluid splashed against her tonsils and throat, gagging her, choking her. She wretched so hard that she feared she'd vomit out her guts.
"Drink it, bitch!" Rory said, cuffmg her alongside the face and simultaneously pulling her hair. "Swallow every drop of that cream."
Skip braced his hands on the floor and fucked, pumping out round after round of hot cum, pleasuring his bucking, quivering prick in the softness and wetness and warmth of his aunt's raped mouth. His cock got so sensitive that his fuck-pleasure verged on pain. He ram-med his cock in all the way, letting it squirm and vibrate until every spurt and fuck-tingle had been milked from it by Aunt Jane's throat muscles as she swallowed repeatedly.
Jane had never experienced such relief in her life as when Skip finally hauled his cock out of her throat. She lay there, completely exhausted, her throat throbbing and raw. She listened to her nephews debate what to do with her, but she had no illusions of trying to escape. She was too weak, too wrung out, and she was sure she'd been poisoned by Skip's cum. She could feel the cum pooled in her stomach, and she felt nauseous.
The boys decided to drag her down to the basement. She stumbled along without resisting. She was their prisoner now.
Chapter Four
What seemed to Carla like a few hours after Rory and Skip had disappeared with Aunt Jane, Skip finally reappeared in the bedroom. He was still naked and fully erect, and he was chomp-ing on a thick slab of cold ham.
"Did I hear somebody whining in there?" he said, glancing around the room then finally down at Carla, as if he'd just discovered her. His eyes focused on her partially open pussy, out of which Rory's cum was still oozing.
Carla ground her teeth. "Let me up, you asshole!"
"Why should I?" Skip said. He tore off a chunk of ham with his teeth.
"Because if you don't, you'll be in the big-gest trouble of your life once Mom and Dad get home. If you let me up now, I won't say a word about what you did to me."
"What did I do? Rory's the one who drilled out your cunt."
"You raped my mouth, dum-dum, or have you forgotten? And you raped Aunt Jane's mouth too. What have you done with her, anyway? She better be all right."
"We put her in the basement, tied up. And guess what. She don't have no clothes on." Skip stuffed down the rest of the ham.
"You're crazy."
"Nope," Skip said. "She's naked as you are, bitch. And guess what. She's stacked even bet-ter than you are. Great ass!"
Carla couldn't believe it. Even after what she'd witnessed and experienced in this bedroom, she couldn't believe that her brothers would dare to take off Aunt Jane's clothes and tie her up, as if they intended to rape her or something.
"You and Rory are in big trouble," Carla said. You'd better let me up, and you'd bet-ter let Aunt Jane go-or else."
"Or else what?" Skip said. He started massaging ham grease into his cock.
"Or you're both going to end up in reform school or prison, or something."
Skip felt her tits with his greasy hand, rub-bing ham grease into her nipples and cherry-bumps, pinching the sensitive flesh and mak-ing her squirm. "You sure are a prissy bitch for a girl who's always wiggling her ass in some guy's face. And you know what. You sound just like Aunt Jane. I bet you wanna be a nun."
"Stop that!" Carla gasped, her cunt almost cramping as Skip pinched and pulled on her nipples.
"Sure," Skip said. He let go of her nipples, then leaned over and started sucking on them. His lips were greasy and his breath smelled of smoked ham. Carla writhed, her cunt doing flip-flops as her brother tortured her tits mercilessly. When he started biting her nipples, she pleaded with him to stop. He raised his head, smiling wickedly. Then he mashed his mouth to hers and French kissed her. She choked on his salty spit and on his thrusting tongue.
He pulled away at last, licking his lips and massaging his cock. "Does my tongue taste like pussy, maybe? That's cause it's been up your filthy cunt about a thousand times. My tongue's good enough for your holy pussy, but my prick ain't."
As he climbed up on the bed and kneeled between her legs, Carla ground her teeth with helpless frustration. She knew he was going to rape her, just as Rory had raped her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She'd been teasing him with her body for years, allow-ing him to blow her, but never allowing him to satisfy his cock on or in her flesh. She'd sworn to herself that she'd never let either of her brothers pleasure themselves on her body, and now she was helpless to prevent it. Rory had already raped her, degraded her, and now Skip was going to do the same, using her as he wished for his selfish pleasure.
Skip's cock squirmed in his hand, greasy with ham fat as he pressed the drooling head against her cunt and rubbed it up and down between her furry pussy lips. As he worked his burning prick against her cuntmeat, her cuntlips spread even wider and her cunthole opened even more. Cum leaked from her steaming pussy, and Skip got his prickhead slimy with it.
"You're filthy!" Carla said. "You're an animal!"
"So are you," Skip said, stuffing his cockhead into her cunt. He braced his hands alongside her, then rammed.
Carla arched up as her brother's prick torpedoed up her cunt. She threw her head back, grinding the back of it against the mattress, turning up her throat. Her cunt contracted hard, fighting the sudden and vicious assault of his cock. He fell on her, pleasuring his flesh against her naked body, gnawing at her exposed neck. Carla felt as if she were simultaneously being devoured and bored out. She panted fiercely, her tits heaving, whimpers escaping her throat.
"Ohhhh yeahhhhh!" Skip moaned, his slim body undulating, his loins working.
His cock plunged in Carla's pussy, making squishing, slooshing noises as it whipped up Rory's cum and Carla's fuck-juices.
"What tits! What a crotch!"
Carla felt completely used and degraded. Only special boys ever got the privilege of dip-ping their horny fuckrods in her cunt, only boys who had endured her repeated put-downs and who had proved their worthiness to her by beg-ging her for dates and spending lots of money on her. And when she finally allowed them to enter her, they entered her slowly, gently, only fucking hard and fast once Carla got good and warmed up and gave them the go-ahead to let loose. She had always felt worshipped when she allowed boys to fuck her. She had always been in control of them. Now she had no control at all, and she was being used like a common slut.
Skip got so carried away as he bucked and squirmed on top of her that he giggled with the joy of complete abandon. He fucked fast, fucked slow, turned his body this way and that so he could penetrate her cunt from different angles. Juice bubbled and foamed out around his plunging cock, and his balls got sopping wet with it. The mattress under Carla's ass was get-ting wet too. He started to sweat hard, and his body slid against his sister's flesh as if they'd both been rubbed down with oil.
Carla squirmed and thrashed, cursing and threatening her brother, but her words only ex-cited him more. As his body heated up, she could smell his reeking male armpits, and she thought she would choke to death on the scent. Every boy who had ever fucked her-with the exception of Rory-had smelled of soap and cologne and deodorant. She tried to hold her breath so she wouldn't have to smell Skip anymore.
He seemed to read her mind. He shoved his armpit in her face, plastered the sweaty tuft of hair to her mouth. .
"Suck it!" he hissed. "Lick it clean!"
She licked in self-defense, to avoid being smothered to death. A salty, musky taste filled her mouth. The reeking smell made her brain spin. Skip knifed his cock in and out of her cunt and made her gasp. He shoved his other arm-pit in her face and made her suck that one clean too. Suddenly, he was ejaculating.
"Ohhhh shit!" he grunted. "Uh, wow!"
The cum shot from his jerking, vibrating cock. His eyes rolled deliriously. He rubbed his body fiercely against Carla as he churned his spasming prick inside her body. His cock seemed to give off electrical jolts as it quivered and flexed, spitting hot jizz.
Carla jerked and gasped with each spurt, let-ting her brother deposit his load inside her as if she were nothing more than a cum receptacle. Her mouth and nose were sticky with the sweat of his armpits, and a few armpit hairs clung to her lips.
Skip worked his body on top of her until he'd squeezed out every delicious twinge of fuck- pleasure. Then he relaxed on top of her, using her soft, warm body as a mattress as he drifted into a satisfied sleep, his half-hard prick still buried in her fluffy cunthole.
As he slept, Carla lay under him, hardly able to breathe from the weight of his body, and aching with the need to relieve the fuck-tension in her loins. The sliding of Skip's cock inside her had wound her up, had rubbed her fuckmeat full of tension and need, but he'd shot his wad before Carla had got off. Carla moaned with frustration. It was the first time in her life that she'd been left hanging like this, had been left unsatisfied.
She worked her loins against him, tried to fuck herself on his motionless cock, but his cock had softened, and as she squirmed, his cock slipped out of her completely.
"Damn it!" she whispered. As degrading as the thought was, she couldn't help wishing that Skip would wake up and rape her again. She needed to come, but for the first time in her life, she was helpless to satisfy herself.
Chapter Five
Jane was stark naked and hanging by the arms from the bare floor joists that formed the basement ceiling. Her toes touched the concrete floor, allowing her to stand on tiptoe. Her ankles were bound together. She had never felt more helpless and vulnerable in her life.
She'd been a fool for not putting up more of a struggle, but she'd never dreamed what they had in mind for her-tearing off every stitch of her clothing, then hanging her up like a carcass ready for skinning. She had put up a token struggle, but she'd been so weak after Skip had choked her nearly to death with his cock, and the two boys were so strong, that she really couldn't have done much more to defend herself than she had.
"If you don't cut me down this instant," she said to Rory, who was standing in front of her and shamelessly massaging his grotesquely large cock, "I'll see to it that both you and your brother are sent to prison for the next hundred years."
Rory hardly heard her. He was mesmerized by her huge tits, which were capped by silver dollar-sized cherries, purple and bumpy and suc-culent. She had nipples as big as the ends of his fingers. She was really stacked, with voluptuous curves and a gorgeous meaty ass. He was ready to devour her.
"I'm warning you!" Jane said. "Lay one more hand on me, and I'll see that you're put away."
"I'll bet you've never been fucked," Rory said.
"You've got some brains," Jane said. "More than I'd guessed. Now let's see if you have enough brains to cut me down before this goes any further."
"I'll bet you've got one tough cherry between those thighs," Rory said, fire shooting through his cock, his balls swelling to a painful tightness. He moved toward her and wiped his cockhead against her thigh, drooling slimy fucklube on her skin.
Jane tried to twist away. "Don't touch me with that filthy thing!" She could still taste Skip's cock in her mouth and she shuddered as Rory smeared cock-drool on her flesh.
Rory smiled at her, rubbing his burning prick-flesh against her thigh. "How'd you like it be-tween your legs?"
She spat in his face. "Get away from me, you animal!"
Rory wiped the spit out of his eyes. He reached between her legs and felt her furry blonde crotch. Her cuntlips were fat and hot. He slid his middle finger into the slick, burning flesh between them.
Jane squirmed. She spat in his face again, then again. "Don't touch me, you filthy demon! You're damned. You'll go straight to hell for what you're doing."
Rory screwed his finger up her pussy, into the juicy, fluffy, seething fuckhole between her legs. She was tight, her cuntal walls muscular. Rory's finger met a tough membrane of flesh-her cherry. As he probed it, she writhed, gasped of flesh-her cherry. As he probed it, she writhed, gasped.
"You're hurting me!" she said. "Damn you!"
Rory pulled his finger out of her.
"Such a naughty word for an ex-nun to use," he said.
He slipped his middle finger into his mouth and sampled her pussy-cream. With his other hand, wiped the spit out of his eyes.
"What do ya know! She tastes just like a woman. Being a nun didn't make her any sweeter. She's got that hot, fishy taste, just like any other bitch."
Before Jane could say anything else, the boy went for her left tit like a shark. He sucked up her cherry and a mouthful of spongy fit-flesh. His tongue and lips and teeth licked and sucked and gnawed. Jane's cunt contracted violently, nearly cramping. She felt dirty thrills all the way down to her toes. A fluid like hot oil dribbled from her pussy and leaked down her thighs. She twisted this way and that, squirming, gasping.
The boy's arms went around her, his nails dig-ging into the flesh of her back as he pressed his face to her tits. He felt her ass and legs. His fingers slipped up and down her moist asscrack. He gnawed her other tit, slobbered all over her belly and licked out her navel. Suddenly, he was sucking and biting her pussy-mound, his hot tongue sliding between her pussylips.
"You filthy animal!" was all Jane could say. "You dirty, filthy animal!"
He growled like a dog as he munched on her pussy, then lapped up the pussy-goo that was trickling down between her thighs.
Jane spat on him repeatedly, twisting violent-ly. It felt as if she were being eaten alive. Sud-denly, Rory backed away.
"So, you've come to your senses," Jane said. "Cut me down this instant!"
Rory wandered around the dimly lit basement as if in a daze, his hand sliding back and forth on his cock. He picked up an old wooden box in a corner of the basement and carried it back to where Jane was hanging. He dropped the box behind her and stepped up on it. His arms went around her, and he started rubbing his wet cock against her ass.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he said. "From behind, like an animal. Like a stallion fucks a mare."
He forced his cock between her thighs and started sliding it back and forth. Jane could see his c�ckhead and a few inches of shaft sliding out from between her thighs, and she had the strange illusion that she had grown a cock of her own. The boy's cock was so thick and long and hot that Jane was temporarily silenced with a certain fascination as she watched it throb against her cunt.
Rory stooped slightly and aimed his cock up-ward, shoving his cockhead up between Jane's pussylips. Once he got it securely anchored in the entrance to her cunt, he rammed.
Jane screamed. "For Godsake, stop! Oh God, help me! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph help me!"
Rory ground his cock against his aunt's tough cherry. Only a third of his cock was inside her cunt. The rest of it ached for engulfment in hot, tight pussy. He eased his cock back to the en-trance, then thrust again, ramming as hard as he possibly could.
Jane screeched with pain. Something ripped inside her. She not only felt it, but heard it. A hot, sticky fluid ran out of her cunt, and when she looked down, she saw that it was scarlet- ~ her blood. She screeched again, fighting for her life, but helpless. Her nephew's muscular arms crushed her, his teeth sank into the back of her neck, his cock rammed in and out of her bleeding, hard-clutching pussy.
"Ahhhhb yeahhhhh, fuck shit!" the boy said, knifing his prick in and out of her ravaged pussyhole, slamming his hard belly against her meaty female ass. As he screwed his cock into her, he ground his belly against her sexy bitch ass, going for all the pleasure he could milk out with each thrust. His hands went to her tits, feel-ing them up and pinching them.
Jane whimpered pathetically. Her head snapped from side to side. She was being raped. She was bleeding to death. Her tits were being tortured. She gasped, jolted by the vicious col-lision of her nephew's belly with her ass.
Rory's nostrils flared like those of a bull. He'd lost all control of himself. He rutted like an animal, the scent of fresh cherry-blood and pussycream drugging him, driving him on. He'd never fucked so savagely. He let go, crushing his aunt in a vicious sexual embrace as he screwed the meat out of her pussy. The fiery pulsations streaming through his cock and balls stimulated his loins to keep humping as if powered by an engine.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh, yeahhhh!" he growled. "Feels so good!"
Jane's head drooped, her chin falling on her chest. The pain, the shock, were too much for her. Her mouth went slack and she drooled, blubbering and whimpering, letting her nephew rape her naked body, letting him use it for his bestial pleasure. Putting up any more struggle was useless. She was defeated, completely, degraded, completely.
Rory rubbed her own spit on her tits, sank his teeth deeper into the back of her neck, slammed into her again and again and again, as if he'd never stop fucking her, raping her, enjoying her. The wild, totally free movement of his loins thrilled him as much as the feel of his cock plunging to the very hilt up his aunt's clutching, foaming, bleeding crotch. He crushed her harder in his embrace, growling like a lion, rutting like no wild animal had ever rutted.
Jane was on the verge of passing out. She probably would have passed out if a commo-tion on the stairs hadn't caught her attention. Skip was dragging his sister down the stairs by the hair.' The girl was screaming and bawling and clawing at him, but he kept yanking on her hair and slapping her,, and soon she was crawl-ing across the concrete floor as Skip kicked her, gouging her with his filthy toenails. Skip had one eye on his sister and the other eye on his aunt.
"Jesus Christ!" Skip said. "The blood! What're you doing to her, Rory!"
The blood was still dribbling out of Jane and bathing his hairy balls.
"Holy shit!" Skip said, giggling demented-ly, his excitement overwhelming him. He pumped wildly on his cock, watching the blood trickle down his aunt's legs, inhaling the scent of her bloody, raped pussy. He kicked Carla in the ass. "Lick it up, bitch! Lick up the blood!"
Carla was helpless. She had to do what he said to avoid his vicious kicks. She crouched like a kitten, her ass up in the air, her pink tongue flapping on the concrete as she licked up the small pool of her aunt's pussy-blood. The fluid was as much pussy-drool as blood, and Carla retched on the taste of it.
"Lick!" Skip ordered. "Lick!"
He screwed his big toe into her cunt from behind and twisted it, gouging the sensitive meat of her pussy with his `sharp toenail
Carla licked her aunt's toes clean, then con-tinued on up the woman's feet and calves. She raised up, slurping the pussy-blood off her aunt's inner thighs. Some blood dripped from her aunt's pussyhairs and fell on her cheeks and `nose.
"Now eat her cunt!" Skip ordered. "Find out what it's like `to eat pussy." He grabbed her head and forced her face against Jane's bloody muff. "Suck, lick! Eat, bitch, eat!" He twisted her head this way and that, forcing her to suck up a mouthful of hairy cunt and chew on it.
Rory's balls flapped against Carla's chin. His cockshaft slid against her lower lip as he con-tinued screwing his aunt and as Carla sucked her. Blood-tinged pussy-goo ran down Carla's neck and between her tits.
"Mmn, ain't that good!" Skip said. He twisted on Carla's head as if it were an orange he was squeezing. His other hand went to his cock and beat it. His hot fucklube dribbled on-to his sister's naked back. He dropped down behind her, smearing cock-lube between her asscheeks, grinding his hot prickhead against her asspucker. He realized suddenly that he could ass-fuck her if he wanted to. No girl had ever let him ass-fuck her. He'd dreamed about ram-ming his cock up a girl's ass-and now he could if he wanted to. Carla was helpless. He had her right where he wanted her.
"Hey Rory, watch me cornhole this bitch." Skip kept his left hand on Carla's head, his fingers wrapped in her hair, and he forced her to continue sucking on Aunt Jane's bloody pussy as he churned his lube-bubbling dick be-tween her smooth asscheeks and forced her asshole open.
"Goddamn, that looks like hot fun!" Rory said. He pulled his bloody cock out of his aunt's crotch and rammed it up between her gorgeous asscheeks. His cock was so slippery with cunt-juice and blood that it entered her asshole easi-ly. As Rory forced his cock up his aunt's ass, Skip forced his cock up Carla's ass.
The two women screamed, writhing in pain. The two cocks started to plunge, hard male bellies colliding with meaty female asses. The boys groaned with pleasure, their cocks sliding in and out of fight female ass-sheaths, hot thrills screwing through the cores of their cocks and swirling in their asses.
"Ahhh yeahhhh!" the boys sighed in unison, one boy buggering his sister, the other boy ass-fucking his aunt.
"Keep eating that bloody crotch!" Skip ordered Carla. He mashed her face against Aunt Jane's cunt, forcing Carla's nose between her swollen, hairy cuntlips, forcing her mouth up into her blood-dripping cunt muff. "Suck her out, bitch!"
Carla retched, snot and tears mixing with the pussycream and cherry-blood that covered her face and ran' into her mouth. She clung to her aunt's hips, her fingernails sinking in. She was bent over and half-squatting in front of the hanging woman, and her brother was mounted on her ass, fucking her asshole. His big prick was reaming her out like a huge steel drill. It was as if a red-hot steel pipe had been rammed up her ass.
Skip giggled with delight. Raping his sister's asshole was even more exciting than raping her cunt, and he was getting off on forcing her to eat out Aunt Jane. The scents of cunt and blood, and now of asshole, excited him. The sight of his big cock sliding in and out of Carla's asshole, the sight of Aunt Jane hanging by the arms and being buggered from behind by Rory, the sight of his aunt's big tits and of his sister's sexy upturned ass-these all drove his excite-ment to a maddening pitch. He rammed as hard and fast as he could, his belly smacking his sister's ass like a clapping hand.
"Ahhhh, feels good!" Skip moaned. "Feels so fucking good!"
Jane thrashed, squirming helplessly, scream-ing, whining, about to lose her mind. It felt as if an arm were being punched up her asshole again and again. The vicious rape of her cunt had been bad enough, but the rape of her
asshole was much worse, much' more painful And she was helpless to fight back in any way. She was sure she had died and gone to hell. Hell couldn't be any worse than this.
"Unh, uhhh, yeahhhh!" Rory grunted, ram-ming his rigid prick up Jane's ass like a batter-ing ram.
Jane jerked with each driving thrust. Her rib-cage rose and fell like a bellows, her heavy tits heaving and jiggling. Her gut was sucked in, her back arched, her blonde head twisting and toss-ing from side to side. Rory clawed her belly and tits, gouged her nipples. His hot spit ran down her shoulders as he gnawed her neck.
"Ohhhh shitttt!" Rory groaned. His driving cock flexed so hard that Jane raised up on the very tips of her toes. His cum shot into her like molten wax. "Uhhh, ahhhhh!"
"Damn you!" Jane mumbled. "You filthy pig!" The boy was shooting his fuck-fluid into her, using her as a sewer to deposit his filthy juice inside. As his cock shuddered and flexed inside her, spurting stream after stream of siz-zling jism up her ass, Jane wanted to die. This was the most degrading moment of the rape, the moment at which her rapist attained the pin-nacle of pleasure and released his stinking male fluid inside her body.
Skip drove into Carla as hard as he could, humping as fast as his young loins could move. He slapped Carla's asscheeks, cracked her across the back, yanked on her hair, ground her face against Aunt Jane's bloody crotch.
"Eat pussy! Suck pussy, bitch!"
He was getting back at Carla for all the times she'd teased him until he'd sucked out her smelly cunt, for all the times she'd teased him out of his mind, then had refused to let him fuck her. And he was getting back at her for the way she'd laughed and made fun of him as Aunt Jane had whipped him with the belt. He was satisfying more than his lust, he was satisfying his need for revenge.
"Ohhhh yeahhhhh!" Skip rammed his cock in to the hilt and shook all over as his cum squirted up her ass. It felt as if ropes of fire were being ripped through his cock. His cock and balls had never squirmed with such intense pleasure. He clung to his sister's ass, pumping his cum up her shit-hole. The release he felt was so great that he was giggling with relief before he'd pumped out half his load.
Carla gasped as the hot spurts drilled her bowels. Her asshole felt so raw and reamed out that she wanted to scream with each flex of her brother's cock inside her. She gnawed her aunt's crotch, her front teeth catching her aunt's large clit between them and nearly biting it off.
Jane's eyes and mouth gaped. She drove her crotch into her niece's face. Out of nowhere, a ball of whirling fire ballooned in her cunt and exploded. She screamed, jerking spastically as an orgasm overwhelmed her body and senses. Her vision blurred. Fiery tingles flushed through her body, just under her skin. Her toes and nip-ples pulsated as the spasms pulsed through her cunt and spread to her extremities.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" she mumbled. "Oh God, help me!" The orgasm she suffered now was even more intense than the one other orgasm she'd experienced in her life, the orgasm that had overwhelmed her that evening in the gym as she'd watched the gang rape of Trudie Smith. As she came, her cunt contracted violent-ly, and hot fuck-slime, tinged with blood, bubbled out into Carla's mouth and all over her face. The sight of Carla's pussy-creamed face brought a certain satisfaction to the painful degradation and sinfulness Jane suffered as she writhed with the orgasm that had been forced on her. Drink it, you dirty little sow! was the thought that flashed through Jane's mind and almost escaped her lips.
"Aw shit, what a hot feeling!" Skip sighed as he pulled his satisfied cock out of Carla's asshole. He squeezed some cum out of his piss-tube and wiped it on her ass.
Jane was still panting and shaking with orgasm as Rory yanked his cock out of her asshole, and he watched her spasming bunghole clutch at his exiting cock like a hungry mouth. He wiped his wet cock on her smooth ass flesh, then gave her ass a hard whack with the flat of his hand. Jane gasped, her body jerking, her fuck-feelings momentarily intensified.
The boys forced Carla face-down along the length of the weight-lifting bench, her arms and legs hanging off the sides, and they tied her wrists and ankles securely to the black steel frame of the bench. They wrapped more rope around her waist and the bench seat, binding her torso to the seat itself. Then they flopped down on the padded gym mat and fell into satisfied sleeps.
Jane slumped, taking all her bodyweight on her arms. She thought her arms would pull out of their sockets, but she was too exhausted and defeated to care. Blood-tinged pussyjuice still dribbled from her thoroughly raped cunt. Cum leaked from her ass.
Chapter Six
Carla could hardly move. They had her draped over the bench, her torso tied to the seat, her arms and legs tied to the frame. Her cunt throbbed with a burning itch, an ache. Skip's cum oozed out of her asshole and leaked be-tween her already-slimy cuntlips. Skip had treated her like a worthless slave, had raped her asshole, had slapped her. around and kicked her, had pulled her hair and forced her to eat Aunt Jane's bloody crotch, had degraded and abused her in ways she'd never imagined, and what did she feel now? Horny as shit! Fit to be raped again!
The problem was that all that hard cock rub-bing inside her body had caused a maddening fuck-tension in her loins. She'd almost come as Skip had raped her asshole. But he'd pulled out too soon, just as she was reaching her climax. And then Aunt Jane's bloody cunt had explod-ed in her face and she'd choked and nearly vomited on the bloody cuntcream, and her own climax had never made it over the hump.
I'm horny! she wanted to scream. Somebody fuck me! Somebody make me come before I go out of my mind! Her cunt pulsated, oozing fuckjuice, getting the bench seat under her cunt muff wet and slick. She eyed the big fat cocks of her two sleeping brothers and she salivated. She could still taste Skip's sweaty cock as he'd raped her throat, could still feel it rub-bing pleasure into her lips and reaming out her throat. He'd almost choked her to death. His pungent male sex-scent had nauseated her. And now, here she lay, hungry for another taste of his stinking prick. She was out of her mind. She had to be.
Aunt Jane was groaning. Carla looked up at the helpless woman and felt a wicked sexual thrill. Aunt Jane was really quite a sexy sight, hanging from her wrists, her heavy tits dangling like swollen waterballoons, just the tips of her toes on the floor. Sweat trickled from the woman's shaved armpits. It amused Carla to see that Aunt Jane shaved her armpits and legs, just like any other woman. She wondered if Aunt Jane had shaved herself when she'd been a nun. She found it hard to believe that that well-stacked, voluptuous bitch hanging naked from the basement ceiling had ever been a nun. No nun Carla had ever seen had tits like those.
"Stop looking at me," Aunt Jane said.
"Why?" Carla said.
"Because I don't like it. Just stop looking at me."
"Then stop looking at me," Carla said.
"I'm not looking at you. The sight of you disgusts me."
"Or turns you on," Carla said. "I'll bet you're just drooling over my naked little ass. Aren't nuns supposed to be hot for sexy little girls?"
"You filthy tramp!" Aunt Jane said. "I should have strapped you just as I strapped your filthy brother. I'll see to it that you're sent to prison along with the two of them!"
"Fuck you, bitch!" Carla said.
Skip opened his eyes and sat up, mumbling and moaning. He looked around, scratched his head and yawned. It took him several seconds before he realized that the two naked, bound females he was looking at were not part of a dream. He finally realized where he was and remembered what had happened before he'd fallen asleep.
"What's all this racket!" he growled. "I'm trying to sleep!" His scratched his balls. His cock was half-hard, and he squeezed it.
Carla eyed his cock and smiled at him. "Let me up, huh? I'm uncomfortable."
"You're crazy," Skip said.
"I feel so exposed," Carla said, wiggling her ass.
"You are exposed," Skip said. "And you're gonna stay that way. And whenever me or Rory feels like it, we're gonna hop on your ass and screw ya."
"Please don't," Carla said. "Haven't you hurt me enough?"
Skip grinned and got up. "We ain't even warmed up yet."
"Don't touch me!" Carla said as Skip moved behind her. He was doing exactly what she wanted. She could hardly wait to feel his big hot cock up her pussy.
"Shut up!" Skip said. "I'll do what I want." His prick was only half-hard, like a big rubbery dildo, but he had no trouble stuffing it up his sister's juicy pussy. He worked it around inside her for a few seconds as she squirmed and moaned under him. Then he let loose his pent-up load of piss before his cock got too hard. He sighed as the piss flowed up his sister's pussyhole.
Carla was too busy squirming with his big cock up her pussy to realize what was happen-ing for a few seconds. Suddenly, she felt the hot fluid swelling her womb, felt hot liquid running out of her crotch and pooling on the bench under her.
"Goddamn you!" she screeched. "Take it out, you dirty pig!" She struggled so hard that the bench moved a few inches on the concrete floor.
Skip laughed, plunging his cock inside her as he emptied his bladder up her cunt.
"Shut up, toilet-twat!" He laughed some more. He'd never experienced a more
pleasurable piss.
Rory came awake with a groan.
"What's all the-" He spotted Skip mounted on Carla's ass, saw the yellow fluid running off the bench and smelled hot piss. "Jesus Christ!"
"She's a great toilet," Skip said.
"You're the toilets," Carla screamed. "Both of you!" The reeking fumes of male piss made her eyes water.
Rory suddenly felt a terrible need himself to piss. He got up his cock hanging like a salami, only half-swollen with blood, and he squatted in front of Carla. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to open her mouth. Then he stuffed his burning prick down her throat. His piss gushed against her tonsils, overflowed her throat and mouth. Piss bathed his balls.
Carla gurgled, gagged, choked, whimpered helplessly. Rory's piss was like hot acid, like a bitter, caustic poison. It burned her throat, bubbled up through her nose like liquid fire. She inhaled some of it and knew she would drown. Her eyes gushed tears. She choked helplessly, spitting piss all over Rory's groin and balls.
He cuffed her alongside the head. "Drink it, scumbag! Drink it, toilet-mouth!" He nearly ripped her hair out. He slapped her across the face.
The snot and tears ran from Carla's nose and eyes almost as profusely as the piss poured out of Rory's stinking cock. She gulped piss, but she couldn't stop choking or gagging. More piss ran out onto Rory's balls than she swallowed.
Skip rammed his bone-hard cock in and out of Carla's piss-filled cunt. This was really a turn-on, fucking his sister's bitch pussy from behind just after he'd filled her up with his piss. As he reamed out her fuckhole, his piss spurted out around his plunging prick and making his balls all smelly and drenched. He liked the sound his cock made in her pissy crotch-the sound of a toilet plunger. He also got off on the smell of his own piss, and on the sight of Rory choking the bitch to death with his big prick and drown-ing her with his piss. He laughed as he raped the bitch, and he forced a couple of fingers up her hot asshole. She squirmed wildly, and that turned him on even more.
Rory started fucking Carla's throat even before he'd finished pissing. As his prick turned to steel, his piss-flow stopped, clamped off by the swelling of his cockmeat around his pisstube. He dove his cock down Carla's throat, fucking freely, enjoying the slapping of his piss-wet balls against her chin, He'd never seen a more miserable-looking face in his life as the one he was fucking. Carla's eyes were raw and red, her face drenched with tears, her nose gushing snot. The snot ran down on his sliding cock, lubricating it. Her cheeks were red and bruised from his slapping. She looked so pathetic that he fucked her face even harder, as if wanting to put her out of her misery.
"Eat that big pisser!" Rory said. "Swallow it!"
He rammed his cock in until every inch of it had disappeared between her thinly stretched lips. His hairy groin nearly broke her nose. He tightened his grip on her hair and fucked viciously. The fuck-feeling swelled his nuts, made his cock turn harder than steel.
Carla hardly knew where she was or what was happening. Hard, red-hot cock filled her body, stuffed into her from both ends. Her nose and throat were on fire from the acid piss. She lay there helplessly on her belly, bound tightly to the bench, letting her brothers ram their pricks into her again and again. Her mouth and cunt had become nothing more than pleasure-holes for their vicious, selfish cocks. She lay there grunting like a pig as the big cocks rammed in-to her nonstop.
Skip twisted his fingers in Carla's asshole. She had an elastic, rubbery ass pucker that gripped at his buried fingers. He wished he had two cocks so he could shove one up her cunt and one up her asshole and rape both her fuckholes simultaneously. As he plunged his cock in her crotch, his piss continued to run out of her. He yanked his fingers out of her asshole and sniffed them. Then he sucked them. The taste and smell of her hot bitch asshole sent him over the brink. His eyes rolled back and he swayed with diz-ziness as the pleasure whirled through his loins, as the molten cum shot through his long pisstube and splatted inside Carla's pissy cunt.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh, mannnn!" Skip gripped his sister's hot ass and pumped his load up her crotch. He could feel his balls contracting, in-flating and tightening like a bellows as they pumped his cum through his flexing cock. He loved that feeling, especially when he had his cock anchored inside a hot bitch.
When Carla felt the cum shooting into her, her lust reawakened and she wiggled her ass. Suddenly, her cunt was throbbing again with the need to come. As she did her best to fuck herself on Skip's plunging, spurting prick, she started to suck hungrily on Rory's sliding fucker.
Rory couldn't believe it! After all the abuse and torture they'd put the bitch through, she was horny. She was munching on his cock like a calf on a tit. As he pulled his cock back, her lips tightened around it. As he plunged it in, her soft wet tongue churned along the sensitive backside of it. His balls throbbed, swelling as big a eggs. He felt tingles in the tips of his toes, in the pit of his asshole, and he knew his cum, was on the way. He swayed drunkenly on his feet as the burning fuck-itch saturated his cock and the jism hot through it. His cum splashed against Carla's tonsils and she started to choke. Rory's excitement soared and he forced his cock all the way down her throat and shot cum straight down her gullet.
Carla guzzled stud-cum. She gagged on the profuse load, but she forced herself to swallow it. Vibrations shot through her brother's puls-ing cock and her mouth filled with them. She screwed herself on Skip's sliding, jizz-oozing prick, the fuck-itch saturating her loins. As Skip's and Rory's cocks flexed in unison, fuck-ing more cum into her, she went into such in-tense spasms that she closed her eyes and prayed she wouldn't pass out and be cheated of the delicious feelings she'd been so long deprived of.
Skip gasped as Carla's cunt nearly popped the head off his pleasure-raw prick. He watched her asshole clutching like a fist, and he slipped his middle finger back inside it.
"Oh fuck, she's coming! Oh man, what a cunt!"
Rory's eyes crossed as Carla nearly sucked his cock out of his loins. Her tongue tortured the most sensitive part of his cock, and his balls continued to contract and eject cum even after he was sure he'd fucked out every drop.
Carla sucked her older brother's cock dry and fucked her younger brother's cock dry. Both cocks shriveled up inside her, the balls and strength of both boys completely drained. She was still squirming, begging for more, when they hauled their cocks out of her and collapsed again on the mat. Within seconds, they were both snoring contentedly.
Chapter Seven
Jane's body slumped, weak and exhausted, but her mind was in a maddening whirl. Pain throbbed in her shoulders, in her wrists, and she had to continually order herself to take some of the weight of her body on her toes to keep her arms from being pulled out of their sockets. Her weakness disgusted her. All her life her body had obeyed the dictates of her will, all her life she had disciplined herself to feel and do only those things her mind would permit, and now, for the first time, her body would not obey. She was defeated, defeated by two sadistic teenagers who were devils incarnate, sons of Satan himself.
She was ready to beg for mercy, to submit to anything if they would just cut her down and let her breathe again. Her breathing was short and labored on account of her arms were being stretched overhead, and the pain in her shoulders was as excruciating as the pain of Rory's savage rape. That pain had been sharp and intense, but it had been mercifully short. The pain of being hanged by her arms was long and slow and maddening.
"Cut me down," she gasped, her throat so dry the words hardly sounded. "Please cut me down!"
The two boys kept on snoring, undisturbed. Even Carla didn't look up. The girl was breathing deeply, apparently as sound asleep as her two brothers, who were sprawled out on the mat.
Jane was about to beg a little louder, but she ordered herself to stop, to get hold of herself. It would be better to die than to beg these ungodly savages for mercy. The girl was as bad as her two brothers. Jane could tell that Carla had enjoyed the bestial, unbelievable things the boys had done to her-pissing up her cunt and down her throat, then fucking the holes they'd pissed in. The girl had experienced an orgasm. That was unmistakable. Jane had been as shocked to see Carla climax as by what Skip and Rory had done to her. The girl lay now on a piss-wet bench. Pools of piss lay on the concrete floor under the bench. Cum leaked out of Carla's crotch. It was the most disgusting sight Jane had ever seen in her life, more disgusting even than the gang rape of Trudie Smith.
Hot fluid trickled down Jane's legs, fluid from her cunt. Rory's cum continued to ooze out of her asshole. Her loins throbbed. She had an itch between the cuntlips and up her cunthole that wouldn't quit. She told herself that she'd been irreparably injured, that Rory had broken something inside her to cause the constant throbbing and itching and dripping from her cunt. She was not responsible for the sexual ex-citement she felt, that she had been feeling for hours now, despite her pain. She was not responsible for these filthy sexual feelings that would not let up. She was not!
"Cut me down!" she screamed, her vocal cords shredding. "Damn you all, cut me down, cut me down, cut me down!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, twisting and jerking and fighting.
The boys were on their feet and wide-eyed as if a shotgun had been fired in the basement. They stared at Jane dumbly as she continued to scream and shout.
"Shut up!" Rory said at last.
"Yeah, shut up!" said Skip.
"I'll scream until I'm dead!" Jane shouted. "I'll scream forever-until you cut me down! Help! Help! Somebody, help!"
Rory snatched up Jane's own belt, the belt that had laid the welts all over his own skin as well as Skip's, and he cracked it across Jane's stomach. "Shut up!"
Jane screeched all the louder, jerked and thrashed even more violently. "Demon bastard! Help me, somebody, help me!"
"Shut up!" Rory strapped her across her tits, across the loins. "Shut up, damn you!" He cracked her across her back, across her ass, across her legs.
Jane wailed like a banshee. Snot ran from her nose, tears from her eyes. She spat at Rory, at Skip. She screamed bloody murder.
Rory cracked the belt across her skin. Welts flared up and swelled immediately. Jane's body was consumed by fire. She foamed at the mouth, jerking as if suffering convulsions. Hot fluid gushed from her crotch and drenched her legs. Her own piss dripped from her toes and pooled on the floor.
"Jesus Christ!" the boys said in unison, watching the piss run from Jane's crotch like a yellow waterfall.
"Get a knife," Rory said. "A knife, quick!" Skip scrambled up the basement stairs and was back in seconds, his cock hard and wag-ging from side to side as he slapped the handle of a butcher knife in Rory's hand. "Are you gonna cut her?" he said, pulling on his prick.
"Christ no!" Rory said. He reached up and started to saw at the ropes securing Jane to the joists. One of Jane's arms broke loose and slapped down against her body as if made of wood.
Jane hung by one arm, completely out of her mind. She gibbered meaningless words, let out wild screams. As Rory sawed through her other rope, the rope broke and she fell to the floor like a heavy sack. If she hadn't banged against Rory on her way down, she would have cracked her head on the concrete. She lay in the pool of her own piss and laughed dementedly. The piss ate into her throbbing welts like an acid fire, but she was so relieved to be finally cut down and able to breathe freely again that she hardly noticed the pain.
"Man, what an ass!" Skip muttered, gazing down at his sexy bitch aunt, turned on by the sight of her lying in a heap in her own piss on the concrete floor. Some sexy red welts glowed on her big, round, meaty ass and Skip felt like beating off just looking at such a beautiful female ass. He got down on top of her and started rubbing his splitting-hard cock between her hot asscheeks. The lube bubbled out of his cock. His own lube, together with the cum that oozed from her asshole, made his cock slick enough to slide into her with an easy thrust.
Jane tensed as his hot prick rammed up her ass. She struggled, but she had no strength. Skip was like an experienced wrestler on top of her, and his cock impaled her like a spear. As he bore down on her, she was forced flat out on her belly against the concrete, her tits and face lying in the pool of her own piss. Jane whimpered as the savage boy humped and rammed and rutted, like a stallion on a mare.
Rory watched his brother raping his aunt's gorgeous ass and his cock got so hard he thought it would split open. He gripped his balls in his left hand and massaged them. His right hand slid up and down his veiny prick. He rubbed his bare feet in the pool of his aunt's piss, then smeared them across her face. As she muttered like a crazy woman, he rammed his piss dripping toes into her mouth.
"Suck my toes!" Rory said. "Suck the piss off, bitch!"
Jane was too weak to fight them. Hanging by the arms for so long had left her completely exhausted. Her arms felt like rubber. It was painful to lift even one finger. And the weakness of her arms had spread to the rest of her body. Even if Skip, who was all bone and muscle and teenage energy, had not been grinding down on her, reaming out her asshole with his red-hot, steel-hard cock, she wouldn't have had the strength to struggle to her feet and run away. They had weakened her, exhausted her, had broken her strength and her will. She sucked the piss off Rory's filthy toes like an obedient, even worshipful slave. She was grateful to him for having cut her down, and freed her from the terrible pain of hanging by her arms.
"That's it, bitch," Rory said, working his foot deeper into his aunt's mouth as he worked his hand faster and more firmly up and down his big cock. "You're a toe-sucking piss-drinker, ain't you Aunt Jane!"
Skip growled and giggled as he screwed. His hard belly smacked against his aunt's meaty ass. His big cock plunged in and out of her juicy, seething shithole. Wild feelings shot through his cock and made his balls tingle and throb. It felt so good being able to use a woman's ass this way, being able to rut at her as hard and freely as he wanted to. It turned him on to have her lying on her belly in a pool of her own smelly piss as he raped her from behind, and it turned him on to see her sucking Rory's piss-drenched toes.
"Aww, feels so fucking good!" Skip moaned. This was the kind of fucking he'd always dreamed about. He could do anything he wanted to the woman, as hard as he wanted to, for as long as he wanted to, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He thought of all the cock-teasing sluts at school-including his own sister-and thought about how they teased a guy almost insane, then didn't put out, thought about how they used their bodies to get what they wanted to out of. guys. Well, right now, the tables were turned. Skip was getting what he wanted for once. Aunt Jane represented at this moment all the cock-teasing sluts who had ever tried to drive him insane. He rammed so hard that he almost knocked the wind out of himself.
Janie gasped, grunted as Skip stabbed his long cock into the heart of her guts. He was fucking her so violently that her body was sliding on the piss-flooded concrete, her nipples grating against it. His prick felt as thick and long as an arm, the enormous head of it pounding her en-trails like a fist.
Rory pulled one foot out of her mouth and replaced it with his other foot, forcing her to lick and suck the filth and piss off it. He was getting off on watching Aunt Jane squirm on her belly as Skip buggered the shit out of her. He was getting off on the feelings caused by her hot mouth wrapped around his toes, and on watching her suck piss. His hand moved faster on his cock and the feelings in his loins mounted to a maddening intensity. He yanked his foot out of his aunt's mouth and sat down in front of her, his naked ass resting in her piss. As he yanked her head up by the hair, he stuffed his quivering, dripping cock in her mouth. He hugged her head and forced her to suck down every inch of his cock. The jism shot through his pisstube and exploded into her gullet.
"Ahhhhhh!" Rory moaned, his head swim-ming, his eyes rolling. He crushed his aunt's blonde head in his arms as he rutted at her throat, pumping his boiling cum down it.
Skip couldn't hold off another second. The sight of Rory forcing Aunt Jane to suck cum sent such excitement through him that his cock was shooting almost before he realized it. He bellowed as loudly as Rory as he churned his belly against his aunt's ass and pumped his slimy load up her asshole.
Jane jerked as the cum was shot into her from both ends. She choked on Rory's pulsing, spurt-ing prick, her senses reeling on the potent taste and aroma of his jism. She felt the hot spurts of Skip's cum drilling her asshole like bullets of hot wax. The scents of piss and male sweat added to her dizziness and delirium. She real-ized suddenly that despite her choking, she was sucking on Rory's jerking cock as if she were hungry for more of his cum.
As Skip fired his load up her asshole, she squirmed, wiggling her ass wildly, her ass-cheeks and asshole contracting as if to suck the cum out of his meaty cock. Then she realized that the tightness in her loins was not simply a sen-sation of being stuffed with hard prick, but that it was also a sexual tension, a maddening ten-sion that sought release. Even though she was getting fucked up the asshole, her cunt was burning and pulsating. As she rubbed her naked fits and belly against her piss-drenched concrete, she humped her hairy cunt against the concrete as well. Suddenly, she couldn't get enough of the feeling, of the throbbing and tingling and itching inside her. Suddenly, she was coming!
Her eyes rolled back and she almost died with pleasure. Spasms rippled through her cunt, through her asshole, throughout her entire body. Her toes curled against the balls of her feet. Her throat tightened around Rory's cock, her asshole around Skip's, and both boys groaned as she milked the last of their hot fuck-loads from their pleasure-raw pricks. She jerked and trembled under Skip as the orgasmic waves coursed through her body again and again.
"She's coming!" Skip moaned. "And she don't even have a dick up her cunt!"
"She's an asshole bitch," Rory said. "She don't need a cock up her pussy, just up her horny ass."
"Or down her hot throat," Skip said.
"Yeah," Rory said.
Jane was still writhing with the final spasms of her orgasm when Rory began to piss. She choked, spitting piss all over his groin and balls. Rory laughed and kept on pissing. His rubbery cock dangled down her throat, gushing piss that filled her gullet and mouth.
"Drink it!" Rory ordered. "Suck it out!" He pinched her cheeks until she swallowed.
Skip started pissing up her asshole.
Jane was still tingling all over from her orgasm, so she found a twinge of satisfaction in taking the piss-loads of the two boys into her body. She couldn't help but choke on Rory's bitter, acidic bladder-juice, but she also felt a strange kind of hunger for it. She guzzled down more than she spat out. Nor could she deny the pleasure she felt as Skip's piss filled her cum -splattered guts. Skip was giving her a piss -enema. Her loins filled with a strange but pleasant sensation.
She moaned as the boys pulled their cocks out of her. As her body cooled and her excitement abated, she felt sick to her stomach. What had come over her? They'd used her as a sex-toy, as a toilet, and she'd enjoyed it.
"You old sow," Skip said, and Jane couldn't deny that the name he'd called her fitted.
Chapter Eight
Rory and Skip pranced around the basement, their cocks hanging like rubber hoses. Neither teenager was yet rested enough to attain a new erection after all the fucking and cum shooting he'd done, but the lack of an erection didn't mean the boys weren't excited. They had two naked women to use in any way they wanted to, women who had tortured or teased them in the past, women who needed to be taught a lesson. It was well after midnight, but the boys were too restless to resume their naps.
They cut Carla loose and pulled her off the weightlifting bench. Skip forced her down on-to her back on the concrete, and Rory tied her down on in a spreadeagled position, fastening the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles to barbells and weightlifting equipment. They also put a dog collar around Aunt Jane's neck and attached a leash to the collar. The leash had belonged to their old hound dog who had died a few years ago.
Jane found herself on her hands and knees, being walked around the basement as if she were a dog. The boys made her sniff the musty base-ment walls. When she hesitated, they kicked her, gouging her ass with their toenails. They threatened to kick her in the fits, so she obeyed them without saying a word. She was still too exhausted to struggle with either of them, let alone with both of them, and the dog collar threatened to strangle her if she put up any resistance.
She was being completely degraded, but she was beginning to take a certain satisfaction in her humiliation. Wasn't she, after all, deserv-ing of what she was getting? Wasn't she the "sow" Skip had called her? Wasn't she the same worthless toilet that Carla was? Hadn't she taken pleasure, ecstasy, in being raped, and pissed in? Wasn't she just being disciplined for her sins, for her filthy desires? They'd beaten her brutally. Her welts still burned and throbbed. But her pain gave her a strange kind of satisfaction. Her pain atoned her sins..
The boys dragged her over to Carla, made her crawl over Carla, facing Carla's feet. They were pretty feet. Carla's skin was very smooth. Jane felt the filthy urge to lower herself onto the spread eagled girl, to rub her fits against the girl's silky-smooth belly, to sniff the girl's dark-haired cunt muff.
"Sit on her face!" Rory ordered. "Plant that buggered asshole right over her mouth."
"Goddamn it, no!" Carla whimpered, but Jane's ass stifled the girl's protests.
Jane let most of her weight down on the girl's face. She forced her throbbing ass pucker into Carla's mouth. The struggling, squealing girl felt good between Jane's legs. The heaving young tits excited her. She rubbed her asshole against the girl's mouth. Her pussy leaked cunt- slime into Carla's neck.
"Eat that asshole!" Rory ordered Carla. "Get your tongue up in it. Suck out the piss and cum." He gouged her scalp with his toenails.
Carla's hot tongue slipped into Jane's asshole, and Jane had to bite her lips to keep from sighing. Carla choked as ass-flavored piss ran into her mouth, and Jane intentionally bore down, contracted her muscles and forced the contents of her asshole out forcefully. A juicy fart sent a cascade of piss and cum-wads into Carla's mouth.
"Swallow it!" Rory ordered. He pulled on his big floppy prick and slowly it swelled.
Skip held Jane's leash taut, forcing her to sit perfectly upright, her neck stretched out long. He giggled dementedly as his own piss and cum were ejected into Carla's mouth from Jane's asshole. He saw piss-yellow jizz-wads slip down Carla's cheek as they escaped her mouth, and he rubbed his dirty toes in them, cutting Carla's cheek with his toenails. He started to beat his heavy cock back and forth across Jane's face, and it swelled slightly more with each blow.
Carla whimpered, her face filled with her aunt's ass, her mouth filled with the piss and cum that Skip had shot up Jane's asshole. She retched repeatedly, wishing she were dead. Despite her nausea and pain and humiliation, however, she experienced a dirty itch between her legs. Her teenage cunt pulsated with heat and sensation, drooled pussy cream, cum, piss. Her cit protruded from its sheath and quivered between her cunt lips. How could she be sexually excited while being degraded this way? How could she!
"Rub your slimy cunt in her face now," Rory said, kicking at Jane's ass. "Make her eat some pussy.
Jane slid back slightly and plastered her pasty twat over her. niece's mouth and nose. Skip loosened his pull on her leash and allowed her to grind her cunt all over Carla's face, coating the girl's cheeks and lips and nose with pussy -slime. It felt so good that Jane couldn't resist humping her crotch in Carla's mouth and mak-ing the hot feelings build in her loins.
Skip laughed, watching his sister being forced to eat pussy. It thrilled him to see her eating cunt, being forced to eat cunt. She was finally learning what a cunt smelled like and tasted like, something that was long overdue. He moved between Carla's legs and stuffed his big toe up her cunt. As he twisted his toe inside her, he watched her own toes curl and felt her cunt squeeze. He pulled his dripping toe out of her cunt and held his foot up to Aunt Jane.
"Suck it, bitch!"
He stuffed his toe into Aunt Jane's mouth and made her suck off the piss and fuck-juices.
"Let's make `em both eat crotch," Rory said. He gave Jane a shove with his foot, knocking her forward.
Skip yanked on her leash and made her lie flat out on Carla. He put his foot on her head and pressed her face between Carla's legs.
"Eat crotch!" he ordered. "Suck up that juicy crotch meat!"
Jane's head swam from the potent scent. Carla's cunt smelled like a toilet, the combined scents of steaming pussy and of male piss and cum. The girl's crotch meat burned her lips.
"Eat! Suck! Lick!" Skip said, grinding his foot down on Jane's head, mashing Jane's mouth and nose to Carla's slimy crotch.
"Suck up that slop!" Rory said. "Eat, you two bitch sluts! Suck cunt!" He put his foot on Jane's ass and pressed down, forcing Jane's crotch deeper into Carla's mouth.
The two women were helpless to do anything but obey. Their lips and tongues and teeth worked. There were the sounds of slurping and sucking and munching, of heavy breathing, of moans. Jane had the weird feeling that she was sucking her own crotch. Each suck she delivered to Carla was returned to her by Carla's own sucking.
She drove her tongue in deep, licking Carla out. Jism and piss ran into her mouth, but Jane ignored the filthy male fluids. The feel of hot pussy in her mouth and surrounding her tongue was a totally unique and exciting experience, and she became hotter by the second. Soon she was growling like a tigress, gnawing on Carla's crotch as if she'd never get enough of it, and simultaneously grinding her own crotch in Carla's mouth and trying to bring herself off.
"Look at them sluts eat pussy!" Rory said, beating his cock as he watched his aunt's blonde head and naked ass churning.
"Goddamn!" Skip said, pounding his own fuckmeat as he listened to the slurping and sucking and watched the women writhe.
Carla ground her crotch in her aunt's mouth. The old bitch gave a damn good blowjob. It was the first blowjob she'd ever received from another female, and the suck-job she was giv-ing her aunt was the first one she'd ever given a woman. Now that she'd got used to the taste and smell, Carla was starting to enjoy eating pussy. She knew it was perverted, but she didn't feel the least bit guilty about doing it because she was being forced. She thrust her tongue in and out of her aunt's clutching cunt. She gnawed on her aunt's large, stiff cit. It was the biggest cit she'd ever seen. She got her teeth around it, then her lips, and she tortured it mer-cilessly with her flicking tongue.
Hot needles shot through Jane's cit. The sen-sation was so intense that she almost screamed. The little bitch was almost biting off her cit. Jane found Carla's cit and gripped it between her front teeth. Then she sucked it and chewed it and filed it with her tongue. The little pleasure-bud turned harder than steel and vibrated, but Jane kept torturing it, just as Carla kept torturing her own cit relentlessly. Carla started to jerk and shake, to whimper and whine. Daggers of pure fuck-sensation drilled Jane's own cit and cunt. Suddenly, she was shaking and whining like Carla. She was com-ing! They were both coming!
An electric current shot through the bodies of the coupled women, flowing in a complete circuit, making their naked bodies tingle in every cell, making them jerk and writhe as the raw pleasure tortured their nerves. Their skin took on a deep sex flush. Their bare toes curled.
Rory thought the two women sounded like a pair of female cats in heat. Their ecstatic whining turned him on something terrible. He watched his aunt's asshole pulsating and squeez-ing as she fucked Carla's mouth, and he got down over her and rammed his stiff cock straight up her red-hot shithole. After only a few thrusts into that seething, writhing mass of female ass-meat, he was spurting hot cum into her guts. He pumped out his load quickly, grunting like a bull. His cock was still flexing with the last twinges of orgasm when Skip pulled him off Aunt Jane's ass and mounted her himself.
"Ahhhh yeahhhhh!" Skip drove his aching prick up Aunt Jane's cum-greased asshole and exploded into her when he hit bottom. His eyes rolled back and he tossed his head from side to side deliriously as he pumped his cum up his aunt's ass. Her asshole worked like a hot, greased hand around his bucking prick, and it felt like firecrackers were going off inside her.
Jane's orgasm lasted so long that she nearly lost her mind. As the cocks were shoved up her ass one after another, as the cum was shot into her, her orgasm renewed itself and intensified. It was as if she'd experienced three successive orgasms, all run together, each succeeding orgasm more intense than the last one. When Skip finally pulled his cock out of her, she was almost as thankful as she'd been when the boys had cut her down and relieved her of the pain in her arms. Her orgasms had been a kind of pain, their pleasure so intense as to be painful. There were different kinds of pain, Jane was learning.
Skip pulled on Jane's leash and forced her to sit up. Her lips and chin had Carla's cunt hairs pasted to them. Carla's fuck juices leaked from the corners of Jane's mouth. The boys made Jane sit on Carla's face again so Carla could suck their cum out of Jane's asshole. Jane took great satisfaction in rubbing her cum-oozing asshole all over Carla's face, then in ejecting the ass-flavored cum-wads into Carla's mouth. Carla gagged, but she swallowed the slimy fluids.
The boys made Jane lie forward again with her face in Carla's crotch. Then they tied her to Carla, spread eagling her facedown on top of the girl. The middles of the two women were bound together with a long leather belt. As the boys lay down on the padded gym mat to get some sleep, Carla called them a string of filthy names and demanded that they untie her and get that filthy sow off her. The boys acted as if they didn't hear her. They were both asleep before she stopped yelling.
"Filthy sow, am I?" Jane said, and she re-leased a pent-up load of piss into Carla's mouth that nearly drowned the girl.
Carla choked and retched and sputtered, her face drenched with hot female piss, piss running into her nose and down her throat.
"Damn you, bitch!" she said, choking, and she let loose a flood of her own piss.
Jane watched the yellow piss gushing from the girl's crotch. It was actually funny. Since Jane was on top, Carla's piss ran harmlessly down her crotch and pooled on the concrete be-tween Carla's legs. All Jane got were the fumes, the steamy aroma of girl-piss. As the fluid ran out between Carla's cunt lips, Jane suddenly put her mouth to the girl's crotch and started to suck, guzzling down the piss as if it were a delicious tea. She was acting on impulse, hard-ly even thinking about what she was doing. She didn't know why she was doing what she was, but she knew she was enjoying it. She found she liked the bitter flavor of the girl's piss.
You've lost your mind, she told herself. You're sick! For some reason, these thoughts made her smile. When she'd sucked all the piss out of Carla's cunt, she lapped up the piss that had pooled on the concrete between Carla's legs. Then she started to suck Carla's crotch again.
"You filthy lesbo bitch!" Carla said. "Leave me alone! Oh God, stop it! My cunt's sore, damn you! Oh Jesus! Oh, you bitch!"
Carla's clit wriggled. Her cuntlips puffed up with blood and fuck-feeling. She started gasping. Suddenly, she was sucking and gnawing the hot crotch meat plastered in her own face. A few minutes later, she was coming-and Aunt Jane was coming too.
After a short rest, both women started suck-ing again. By the time daylight was seeping in the small basement windows, both women had come so many times that their sexual nerves had nearly burned out. Only utter exhaustion allowed them to stop sucking pussy long enough for them to fall asleep. In a very short time they'd both become addicted to sucking cunt, and Jane had discovered the ecstasies of the multiple female orgasm.
Chapter Nine
The boys didn't wake up until around noon, at which time they relieved their pent-up piss loads all over the two bound females, then went upstairs for some breakfast. After gorging on the groceries their aunt had bought yesterday at the supermarket, they returned to the base-ment, belching and rubbing their distended bellies. Both their cocks were hard and wagging from side to side as they strutted around the basement like two peacocks.
"It sure stinks down her," Skip said. "Smells like a john that ain't been cleaned in a year."
"Smells like a fucking barn," Rory said. "Like a goddamned pigsty."
"That's because of them two sows," Skip said, nodding toward Jane and Carla, who were still bound as they'd been left last night. "Piss-ing all over and rolling in it."
"Since they stunk up the place," Rory said, "they're gonna be the ones to clean it up. And after they get done down here, there's a mess in the kitchen waiting to be cleaned up too."
The boys found a dog collar for Carla to match the dog collar Aunt Jane wore around her neck, and they strapped it on the girl, along with a leash, before they cut the two females free.
The women moaned, rolling on the concrete and stretching. Both women were ready to kiss the feet of the boys for being kind enough to release them. It was as if they'd forgotten that it had been the boys who had bound them and tortured them, and they now thought of the boys as their saviors. They were naked slaves at the feet of their masters. When Skip yanked on Carla's leash and Rory on Jane's leash, the women groaningly but obediently struggled up to their hands and knees, their tits hanging low, their sexy round asses up in the air.
"You sows can start by licking the piss off this floor," Rory said, and he used the end of the leather leash to crack Jane across the ass. Jane's head lowered, her tongue hanging out.
"You too!" Skip flicked the end of Carla's leash against her bare ass and the girl's tongue was flapping before it even met the piss pool on the floor.
The boys massaged their cocks as they watched the naked females slurp up piss as if it were sweet cream. When the women had lapped up every drop, the boys ordered them to get buckets and Pine Sol and scrub down the basement. The boys sat on the basement steps, watching the women on their hands and knees, watching the suds foam up and listening to the brushes against the concrete. Skip got up sud-denly and dropped down behind his aunt. As he drove his cock up her cunt, she gasped.
"Keep scrubbing, washerwoman," Skip said. He gripped his aunt's ass and plunged his hot prick in and out of her cunt.
Jane panted as she scrubbed the concrete and got screwed. She had a hard time concentrating on her job with her nephew's horny teen cock snaking in her pussy. She wanted to moan and wriggle and fuck him back. She couldn't under-stand why a cock up her crotch felt so good to-day after her bloody rape yesterday. She'd never forget the pain of Rory's savage rape, the ter-ror and agony she'd experienced as Rory had torpedoed his prick up between her legs and had torn her cherry to bloody shreds. The memory of that brutal rape would remain with her forever, but right now, all she knew was pleasure. She wanted to gibber, wanted to beg Skip to fuck her faster, harder, deeper. As her juices began to bubble out around his plunging prick and wet his balls, he suddenly yanked his cock out of her frothy, seething fuck hole, and Jane moaned with frustration.
"Keep scrubbing, sow!" Skip cracked Jane across the ass with a hard blow of his flattened hand, then moved over behind his sister and drove his dripping prick up her teenage cunt.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Carla couldn't hold back a whimpering moan as her brother fucked into her. After all that pussy-sucking she'd received from her aunt, after all those orgasms, she was hotter now than ever. For some reason, she was hornier now than she'd been in a long, long time. All that sixty-nining with her aunt had horned her up more than it had satisfied her. Her ass wiggled like a fan as Skip ploughed her with his thick, hot fuckrod.
"Damn you, scrub that floor!" Skip said, and he pinched Carla's ass hard enough for his fingernails to break the skin.
Carla wanted to kill him! But she put her nose to the floor and scrubbed, biting her lips to keep her anger inside. She knew he'd pinch her twice as hard if she defied him in any way.
Skip pulled on Carla's leash as if she were a horse he were riding. Even though he made her arch her back and throw her head back, she kept scrubbing the floor, and that pleased him, gave him a sense of power. He plunged his cock in and out, enjoying the easy, slick motion of his cock in her juicy pussy. As her cunt began to tighten and he sensed her nearing an orgasm, he slipped his cock out of her.
"Damn you!" Carla whispered, her cuntal canal saturated with a fuck-itch that made her want to whine out loud.
Skip moved over to mount Aunt Jane again, but Rory walked over and stopped him. "Time to go upstairs," Rory said.
"Let me come first," Skip said.
"Why don't you hold off for awhile?" Rory said. "You're always wasting it, blowing your nuts before you've had the chance to enjoy yourself."
"I've enjoyed myself," Skip said.
"You can enjoy yourself a hell of a lot more," Rory said. "Come on, let's get these sluts upstairs."
They led the women upstairs like a pair of dogs. They were forced to crawl up the steps on all fours while the boys followed behind, holding the women's leashes. Neither boy could take his eyes off their gorgeous female asses, or off their dangling, swollen tits.
Upstairs, the kitchen was a shambles. The boys had ripped apart the bag Jane had brought home the groceries in like two dogs scrounging for food in a trashcan. They'd thrown empty plastic bags and tin cans on the floor. They'd spilled canned soup and spaghetti sauce down the front of the cupboard. The room that Jane had so carefully straightened up and cleaned yesterday looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in months.
"Get to work!" Rory ordered. "This place is a pig pen!" He laughed dementedly as he kicked Carla in the ass.
Skip, giggling just as dementedly, sent his dirty toes into his aunt's ass and had her scur-rying across the linoleum on her hands and knees to pick up the garbage he and his brother had dropped all over the floor.
"You'd better eat what you can find," Rory told the women, " `cause it's all we're gonna feed you."
The women stuffed crumbs into their mouths from off the floor. Carla chomped down a big chunk of ham fat, then licked up the grease from the spot it had rested on. Jane lapped spaghetti sauce off the cupboard door. Both women licked out tin cans and glass jars before throwing them in the garbage can.
"You find anything in there worth eating, you're welcome to it," Rory said, and the women fought over any scraps of garbage they could find in the garbage can.
The boys watched all this with mounting ex-citement. They massaged their cocks and rubbed their sweaty balls. The sight of the two naked women crawling like animals, working like slaves, and fighting like a pair of alley dogs over a scrap of garbage satisfied them in ways they'd never been satisfied before. Both boys felt the jism rising in their balls and the tension tingling in their cocks, and they knew it was time for some hard action.
"What the fuck is this?" Rory said. He picked up a large green vegetable of some kind. It was a big oblong thing, as thick and long as his forearm.
"A zucchini," Aunt Jane answered.
"What you supposed to do with it?" Rory asked.
"Cook it and eat it," said Jane.
"Cook it, huh," Rory said. "I know a nice hot oven that'll cook it real good."
They tied Jane down over the kitchen table, her legs hanging off one side of the table, her head off the other side. They bound her arms to one set of table legs, her spread legs to the other set. Carla was sat down in a chair and bound to it, her legs spread wide apart, her ankles tied to the front legs of the chair, her arms tied behind her.
Skip stuck his cock up his aunt's cunt and fucked her a few minutes. Then Rory took his turn, fucking the woman for another few minutes, until she was nearing her orgasm. Carla watched, her pussy leaking hot juice on-to the chair seat between her legs. Her mouth watered for the juice-dripping fuck rods of her brothers, and her cunt ached for them.
Rory picked up the zucchini. Skip smiled.
Skip held open Jane's cunt, stretching it with his strong fingers until he couldn't haul it open another millimeter. The woman was steaming inside, her crotch meat slick with cunt cream. Rory shoved the end of the zucchini into her hugely stretched fuck-cavern, then twisted it as he forced it in.
Jane screamed. When she forced her head up and forward and saw what they were doing to her, she almost fainted.
"Oh, please stop! Not that! Not that!" Jane fought her bonds, contracted her cunt, but she was helpless.
"It's a big one!" Skip said.
"She loves big ones," Rory said, forcing inch after inch of the arm-sized zucchini up his aunt's pussy. He managed to get a foot of the vegetable inside her before he knew he'd reached the end of the alley.
"Fuck her!" Skip said. "Wow!" He mastur-bated excitedly as he watched Rory work the huge vegetable dildo in and out of his aunt's cunt. "Make it come out her mouth!"
"Yeah!" Rory growled, plunging the zucchini in and out and twisting it as he did so. The zuc-chini slid easily, as if it had been greased with oil.
Jane's eyes bugged out. Her tits heaved as she panted frantically. Her toes flexed madly. She was going to explode from the pressure.
"Ram her!" Skip said. "Ram the bitch!"
He turned to the side and stuffed his cock in Carla's mouth, forcing her to suck him while he watched Aunt Jane get it with the zucchini. He put his hand on Carla's head and forced her to take his cock all the way down her throat. Thrills swirled through his cock and balls.
Pussy cream frothed out around the sliding zucchini. Jane's cunt was opened up enough to take a fist. Her cit quivered as the zucchini rubbed against it. Rory rammed the big green dildo in and out, in and out. Jane's toes clawed at the balls of her feet.
"Ohhhh Godddd! Ohhhh Godddd!" Jane writhed on the table, in a frenzy of pain and fear and excitement. She was sure the zucchini was going to kill her, was going to split her in half. The pressure was unbelievable. And yet she felt a pleasure in the pain, in the fear. The longer Rory raped her with the zucchini, the more excited she became. She thrashed, jarring the table and making it slide a few inches. Her loins rose and fell to meet the reaming thrusts. Suddenly, she wanted it harder.
"Look at that bitch wriggle!" Rory muttered. "Yeahhhh!" Skip breathed, pounding his cock in Carla's throat and oblivious to her chok-ing and sniveling. "I bet you could shove your arm up her. Look at that big cunthole!"
Rory pulled the zucchini out of Jane's cunt. He shoved the slippery vegetable into Skip's hands, then stuffed his fist into Jane's gaping fuckhole. As his hand entered the hot fuck -cavern of his aunt, he gripped his cock with his free hand and squeezed it, wringing a long, slimy strand of fuck lube out of it. He began to twist his fist and to work it in and out of his aunt's crotch.
Jane craned her head forward, unbelieving as she watched her nephew's fist and forearm sliding in and out of her cunt. Her nephew's knuckles twisted against her cuntal walls, stimulating her sensitive fuck meat even more than the zucchini had. Her cunt contracted repeatedly, her hairy crotch lips tightening around Rory's forearm.
"What a fucking hot, wet, hole!" Rory breathed, grinding his fist inside his aunt. His free hand fisted his cock hard and fast.
Jane writhed, going out of her mind with disbelief and excitement, with fear and pleasure. She was sure she was being torn up inside, that she was being killed. Her nephew's big muscular fist was inside her, for godsake, and half his forearm!
"Punch that bitch out!" Skip panted, ram-ming his cock down his sister's throat, his swollen dick-veins rippling over her lips. "Fuck, this is hot!"
Rory increased the speed of his fist-fucking, ramming his fist in and out of the distended mouth of his aunt's cunt, twisting it inside her, grinding his hairy forearm against her hugely swollen cit. Jane arched up, churning her ass against the table top, working her cunt around his arm. The tremendous stretch, combined with the fuck-tension, made Jane's pussy feel as if it were splitting open in a thousand places, and the fuck-itch running up and down each of these imaginary fissures was driving her insane. As the orgasmic pulsations started in her loins, she wailed with complete abandon. Her entire body shook with violent tremors. The table she was strapped to vibrated.
Rory's arm shook as if he had it plugged in-to an electrical socket. He twisted his fist inside his spasming aunt, feeling pleasant pulsations shooting through his arm. The woman's cunt was chewing his hand up. The violence of her orgasm frightened him. He kept his arm pump-ing, reaming out her furnace-like cunt as she writhed with an excruciating orgasm. At last, as her spasms subsided, he pulled his dripping arm out of her. Her cunt stayed wide open for a few seconds, then quickly closed.
Jane's head fell back and she lay there pant-ing with relief, on the verge of unconsciousness.
Skip's excitement reached the point of no return. He lapped at the cunt-greased zucchini he cradled in one arm and drove his quivering cock down his sister's throat to the hilt. As tremors shook his fuckrod, his jism blasted against Carla's tonsils, shot down her gullet. She swallowed in self-defense, choking and gagging with each slimy spurt.
"Ohhhh yeahhhhhh!" Skip moaned, pleasure swirling through his cock and nuts. He swayed dizzily, maintaining his balance only by hugging his sister's head with one hand as he pumped his load down her throat. She took every drop. She had no choice.
Skip shoved the zucchini at Rory. He stag-gered across the kitchen, his cock dripping with cum and spit, and he sat down against the refrigerator, his eyes closed. He was almost as exhausted as his aunt. Sometimes he got more excited than was good for him.
Rory took a few deep breaths. He had the fierce urge to beat off, but he kept his hands off his cock. He wanted to make his excitement last. He loved the sensation of being ready at any moment to blow his balls. His nuts were turgid with spunk. His cock felt like a baseball bat. He looked at his sister, who was licking her lips and swallowing from having taken Skip's hot load. The chair seat between her legs was slimy with her cuntal ooze.
He rubbed the zucchini against her face, smearing Aunt Jane's cuntcream on her cheeks. Then he dipped the zucchini in Carla's own cuntal ooze, lifted the vegetable to the girl's lips, and waited for Carla to lick the slimy fluid off. She licked without being told to. He smiled, try-ing to envision the huge green zucchini stuck up Carla's pussy, or maybe even up her ass. Carla must have read his mind, because suddenly her face took on a sick frown and she started to struggle. Her struggling excited Rory.
Chapter Ten
With no help from Skip, who ignored Rory's attempts to rouse him, Rory cut Aunt Jane loose and pulled her off the table like a sack of gar-bage. He tied her to the legs of a chair for safe keeping. The woman let him do what he wanted to without putting up any resistance. She acted as if she were drugged. Carla was another story.
The girl knew what Rory had in mind for her, so she screeched and squirmed and scratched at him as he forced her face-down over the table and tied her to it with only her legs hanging off. Carla's fighting him served only to stimulate Rory. His strength and desire increased by the moment, and by the time he'd got her tied down, his cock was nearly splitting out of its skin, and his muscles were all flushed and sweaty, as if he'd just finished a workout with the weights.
Carla's gorgeous ass and cunt stared him in the face; The girl's upper body was bound to the table top, but her feet were planted on the floor, her legs spread and her ankles bound to opposite table legs. Even in her wild struggle, her cunt had dripped incessantly, and her inner thighs were frosted to the knees with a clear cuntcream that resembled sap. Rory squatted down and lapped the tasty girl-juice off her satiny skin, then slurped between her hairy cuntlips and up and down her tasty asscrack. Carla wiggled her ass, gasping.
"Horny bitch!" Rory said. "You fight like the devil, but you want whatever I give you. I'll bet you want a blowjob now."
"Yes," Carla breathed.
"Or maybe you want me to ease my hot cock up your itchy pussy."
"Oh yes!"
Rory laughed. "You love a big fucker, don't ya, bitch? The bigger the better, right?"
"Mmn!" Carla moaned. "Fuck me!"
"I'll fuck ya, bitch. I'll fuck ya all right!" Rory stood up behind her and rammed his prick up her crotch. She squealed as he delivered a dozen thrusts, then moaned as he yanked his cock out of her. As he rammed his cock up her asshole, she squealed some more, her ass gyrating.
"You love it, bitch, don't ya? You want all you can get! You love it!"
"Yes!" Carla gibbered. "Yes, yes, yes!" She'd forgotten all about the zucchini, about what Rory had done to Aunt Jane. All she cared about was the red-hot prick pistoning in her asshole and driving her toward orgasm.
Rory jerked his cock out of her. His big prick flexed, quivering, and shot a few drops of a hot, watery juice on her ass. His muscled abdomen heaved as he took deep breaths and prayed he wouldn't blow his load. His cock jumped around, spurting a few more drops of fluid, then began to cool off. Rory sighed. He picked up the zucchini and started to force it up his sister's crotch.
Carla screamed, shouting every swear-word she could think of. She tightened her cunt like a vise. She was fighting for her life. The zuc-chini would split her in half. Unfortunately for her, her crotch was leaking slick lubricant nonstop, and the end of the zucchini became drenched in seconds. The zucchini started to slide into her and there was nothing She could do to stop it. Rory pushed, the zucchini slid, and Carla's cunt gaped wide enough to deliver a baby. Soon she had a baby inside her, a huge green vegetable baby-and it was fucking her. Car1a's mouth gaped almost as hugely as her asshole as she gasped, more with shock than with pain. The stretch was unbelievable, but not really painful. It was Carla's fear at being split in half that caused her the most pain. She gasped and whimpered as Rory worked the zucchini in and out of her.
"You love it," Rory said. "It's the biggest cock you're ever gonna have in you, so enjoy it." He watched with disbelief himself as the enormous green vegetable disappeared up his sister's cunt again and again. Carla was able to take even more of the green dildo than Aunt Jane had taken.
Carla's whimpering gave way to pleasured moaning, and suddenly she was muttering, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The bitch was going to come, Rory knew, but he didn't want that to happen-at least not yet. He pulled the zucchini out of her. It was so slip-pery that he could hardly hold onto it. He shoved the end of it between her asscheeks and pushed.
"Not that!" Carla gasped. "Oh, goddamn it, no!"
"Yes!" Rory said. "Yes, yes!"
Her asshole couldn't resist the assault of the twisting, cunt-greased zucchini. In a panic, she blacked out as the zucchini dilated her asspucker and slipped into her asshole. When she woke up a minute later, the zucchini was plunging in and out of her asshole as easily as Rory's cock had. She lay there, numb with shock, gasping, but saying nothing.
Rory was shocked himself. Her asshole sucked up the green vegetable dildo as easily as her cunt had. It was fascinating to watch the zucchini sliding in and out of her beautiful lit-tle ass. As he watched the zucchini, he began to imagine it as his own arm. He pulled the zuc-chini out and dropped it on the floor. Before Carla's asshole could close, he was forcing his left fist inside it. She took the first and half his forearm without protest. As he twisted his fist inside her, she started to squirm and wiggle her ass. Her asshole was red-hot inside, and it sucked at his hand as he fist-fucked her.
He didn't know whether Carla knew he had his fist inside her, but he did know that she was getting off on the feeling. She squirmed as if she had a cock up her asshole, and pussycream bubbled from her cunt. Rory started shoving the fingers of his right hand up her crotch. As his knuckled disappeared inside her, he made a fist of his hand. Soon half his forearm was buried up her crotch. As he fist-fucked her cunt with his right hand, he could feel his left hand rub-bing against his right through the fleshy parti-tion between her cunt and her asshole. She was a mass of writhing, burning fuckmeat inside, and his fist and arms tingled from the sensation of being buried inside her.
Carla craned her neck and looked over her shoulder. What she saw made her stare speechlessly. Her brother had both his hands up her fuckholes. Both of his hairy arms were buried inside her, several inches above his wrists. She watched him twist his arms, saw him smile at her luridly, saw his big cock throbbing and dripping.
She turned her head back, unable to believe she'd seen what she thought she had, but too timid to take another look. She felt the two fists sliding and twisting inside her, and she pretend-ed they were huge cocks with over-sized heads. She writhed, twisting her head from side to side. It felt as if two enormous snakes were squirm-ing in her guts.
"What a bitch!" Rory mumbled. He twisted his fists slowly, grinding them deeper inside her. Her hard cit was pressing painfully into his right forearm. Her hot fuck juices coated his flesh. Squishing noises came from her fist-fucked sex holes as he churned her juices up. Long strands of spittle-like fucklube hung from his pulsing cock and he worked his loins as if he were fuck-ing, his asscheeks contracting, his cock fucking air. He was so excited that he knew he'd shoot off the moment his prick touched flesh.
Carla arched her back. She was moaning, delirious, being fucked as she'd never been fucked before-up the ass, up the cunt, simultaneously-by two fists, by two arms. She dared to turn her head again, dared to look at the two hairy arms sliding in and out of her fuckholes.
"Oh God, what are you doing to me? Oh God, oh Jesus!" She looked away again, still unable to believe what was happening to her. Her brother had reached inside her body with is two hands! He was fucking her with his fists, with his arms! As he twisted his hands inside her, she thought she'd lose her mind. "Ohhhh, Roryyyyy, pleassse!"
"Yeah!" Rory said. "Yeah, yeah!"
He churned his fists faster inside his sister, reaming her out. He felt a thousand pulsebeats inside her fuckholes, felt her burning sex-meat throbbing against his flesh. As he fist-fucked her, her fuckholes tightened rhythmically, suck-ing his hands as if they were gigantic cocks. He made his fist vibrate as they pumped and twisted. Her asshole and cunt tightened like mouths and Rory feared he'd lose his hands.
"I'm coming!" Carla gasped. "Ohhhhhh God!" Her head snapped back. Her eyes rolled drunkenly. Her loins shook with such wild spasms that her moans of pleasure came shaki-ly from her gaping mouth. The spasms spread throughout her body and she became one large writhing sex-organ.
`Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!"
Rory tingled all over. His excitement surged to such a frenzy that his prick started spurting in mid air. Suddenly, his cock was flexing and his cum was spurting in white streams all over his sister's back and ass.
"Ohh Jesus Christ!" he moaned, driving his cock between his arms to help milk the cum out. He worked his loins frantically, pumping cum all over his arms and Carla's ass. His fists were still anchored inside her, being eaten alive by her gripping fuckholes.
Carla's orgasm continued as hot spurts of her brother's cum splatted down her tingling flesh. She looked over her shoulder and watched Rory's enormous prick working between his forearms, his purple cockhead like an apple ready to explode, spurts of white jism shooting from his pisshole and drenching her skin.
"Cream me!" she gasped. "Shoot it, baby, shoot it!"
"Yeah!" Rory grunted, humping, swaying on his feet. "Uh, uh, oh yeah!" He worked his fists inside his writhing sister and pumped his load all over her ass.
At last, both their orgasms subsided, and Rory slowly dislodged his fists. His right hand and half his right forearm were drenched with Carla's cuntcream. His left hand was wet from the natural juices of her asshole. He watched Carla's fuckholes remain wide open for a few seconds after he'd withdrawn his hands, and he had a vision of himself sticking his head up her crotch or up her ass. The vision passed as Carla's fuckholes closed up like tightening fists. Carla sighed and lay motionless.
Rory looked around the kitchen. Skip had slept right through Carla's double dose of fist-fucking, but Aunt Jane was staring at Carla as if entranced. The woman had apparently seen everything, had watched it all without making a sound. His cock swinging like a heavy rubber hose, Rory went over to the bound woman and held his arms down to her. She licked the slimy jizz off his forearms without his having to say a word to her, as if she knew exactly what she was expected to do without being told. She then licked both his hands clean of Carla's fuckhole juices. He cut her loose and jerked on her leash, making her crawl up Carla's legs until she was bending over the girl. Her tongue slurped up the wads of cum that had fallen on Carla's ass and back. She licked without being ordered to.
"Beautiful!" Rory said. He had his aunt trained like a dog. He reached down behind her and between her legs, and he found that her crotch was leaking fuck juice. He coated his hand in her hot cunt-slime, then started forc-ing some fingers up her pussy. "Take it easy, bitch. Just stay bent over like that."
Aunt Jane panted quickly as Rory forced his fist up her cunt. She put up no resistance, though. When he pulled his hand out of her and started forcing fingers up her asshole, she tensed, but she said nothing. As his fist slipped up her asshole, she shudderd all over and let out a long moaning whimper.
Rory started to twist his fist, reaming out his aunt's hot asshole. The woman writhed to the tempo of his fist-fucking. In less than a minute, she was coming, and Rory wasn't even touching her juice-dripping cunt.
"You're a real asshole bitch, Aunt Jane!" he grunted.
Chapter Eleven
The first week of Aunt Jane's stay with her nephews and niece passed quickly and smoothly-at least, for Rory and Skip. For Aunt Jane and Carla, the week passed much more slowly. The two women were kept naked and leashed, like a pair of dogs. They were kept busy, cleaning up after the boys, cooking meals for the boys, and pleasuring the boys in any way the boys demanded. The women both resented and enjoyed being treated like slaves, like pets, like fuck machines. They resented it when they weren't horny and loved it when their pussies were itching. The women realized that they were slaves not only to the boys, but to their own in-sistent female sex-drives. As the days passed, the women spent more and more of their time in heat, and by the end of the week they found themselves in a state of perpetual sexual excite-ment. They were sucking pussy or masturbating whenever Rory and Skip weren't around to use them.
Yet strangely, Rory and Skip started spending more time away from home during the second week of Aunt Jane's stay. The fact was that slave-driving the two women and keeping them pumped full of cum was wearing them both out. They were screwing those bitches so often that they were beginning to wonder who were the slaves and who were the masters. The women's fuckholes sucked like vacuum cleaners, vacuum-ing the cum and the strength out of the helpless-ly rutting boys. The sight of the bound or leashed naked women never failed to excite the boys, never failed to tease a load out of them- one way or another. It didn't help much to fist-fuck the bitches, or to ram zucchinis or carrots up their assholes, or to force them to suck off each other-because whatever happened, it
always excited the boys to orgasm one way or another, and the boys' lower backs were start-ing to ache with fatigue. They were feeling all fucked-out.
"What're we gonna do with `em?" Rory said one day as he and Skip were lying under a tree in the park. He sniffed his hand, getting a strong whiff of cunt.
"Maybe we oughta let `em go," Skip said. "We can't," Rory said. "There's no telling what they'll do. They might run to the cops or something."
"Well, what're we gonnado when the folks get back?"
"I don't know," Rory said. "Christ, I almost forgot about them. Christ!"
"Where've you turkeys been?" Their friend Tommy walked up and flopped down next to them. "Haven't seen you around in awhile. You shoulda seen the mink me and Rick got our cocks into last week. You'd a blown your nuts in your pants."
"That's what you think!" Skip said. "Hell, me and Rory-"
"Shut up, bozo!" Rory gave Skip a rap on the arm.
"But-" Skip said.
"Just shut up about it!" said Rory.
"Hey, what's going on?" Tommy said, smil-ing suspiciously.
"Nothing," said Rory. The last thing he and Skip needed was for wind of this thing with Carla and' Aunt Jane to get out.
"What've you two horny jackrabbits been humping on?" Tommy said. "Come on, you can tell me."
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Rory said.
"Aw fuck, you're just making it all up," said Tommy. "Too bad you missed out on the bitch me and Rick stuck. She was one hot nympho."
A few minutes later, Rory and Skip knew all about the bitch Tommy and Rick had screwed, and their cocks were throbbing in their jeans. Once their cocks got throbbing, they lost all common sense, and within a few more minutes, Tommy knew all about Carla and Aunt Jane. Tommy didn't believe a word of it, so Rory and Skip took him along home so he could see for himself.
When Tommy walked into the basement and saw Carla and Aunt Jane bound together in a sixty-nine position and sucking pussy like two sows at a feeding trough, his teenage prick near-ly ripped open his jeans. He rammed his cock up Carla's ass the moment he'd freed it from his pants. Within a minute he was squirting his hot jism up Carla's ass and Carla was squeal-ing with excitement.
Skip and Rory looked at each other. Each boy read the other's mind. They left Tommy with Carla and Aunt Jane and went out to round up more of their friends. Rory had changed his mind about keeping Aunt Jane and Carla a secret.
Jane was stretched out on her back on the weightlifting bench. The basement reeked of sweaty teenage males, naked animals whose hairy balls were brewing spunk and more spunk. Jane was spread eagled, her wrists and ankles gripped by strong hands. Her own hands were wrapped around big, veiny cocks. Cocks rubbed against her feet and toes. A cock plunged in and out of her cunt. A cock rippled between her lips and snaked in and out of her throat. Her stomach was full of fluid-cum and male piss. She had no idea how many boys were in the basement-maybe a dozen, maybe fifty. Boys arrived and boys left. Jane saw only naked muscles, cocks and balls, and hairy assholes. They came at her like wolves, like a herd of rut-crazy billgoats, like a swarm of snakes. And they used her, in every way possible, for their male pleasure.
"Ahhhhh! Awwww yeahhhhh!" The boy ramming her cunt ejaculated deep inside her, his prick flexing powerfully as it ejected spurt after spurt of cum. Jane didn't know how many times this boy had emptied his balls into her- maybe once, maybe a dozen times. All the boys looked the same to her, all their cocks identical. They all grunted like bulls when they fucked and ejaculated. They arrived at the house, used her or Carla for their pleasure as many times as they wanted to, then left the house, possibly to return a few hours later, or the next day-whenever their balls had recharged.
As the boy fucking into her cunt hauled his prick out of her quivering fuckhole, a cock shot off in her right hand and sticky cum pelted her right arm. She gripped the bucking prick tight, jerking on it, milking the cum out of it. In her mouth, the prick she was sucking went off and she guzzled cum as fast as the grunting youth could spurt it. The cock in her left hand started shooting, then the cock rubbing against her left foot. As the boys moaned with pleasure, they shot their hot jizz all over Jane's body. She was drowning in the hot male fluid, guzzling it down like a hungry sow. Then the piss started to flow, gushing down on her like hot rain, running down her throat. A new boy rammed his cock up her crotch and pissed into her as he began to screw. Jane came as the hot piss flooded her womb, as the hot cock rubbed against her fat, stubby clit.
The boys knew she was coming and sudden-ly a prick went off against her other foot, and an excited boy stepped up and jerked off all over Jane's face. Another boy stepped up and pissed on her tits. Jane's orgasm was fierce, shaking her entire body, making her asshole and cunt clutch and quiver. Before she was done spasm-ing, the boy fucking her as he pissed into her cunt was shooting his cum up her crotch and gibbering as if in pain. Jane smiled around the cock in her mouth, piss bubbling out and leak-ing down her cheeks.
"Drink it, damn you!" growled the boy piss-ing down Jane's throat, and she swallowed obediently.
A boy moved between her legs as the boy who had been fucking her stepped away. He lifted her legs, forcing them to her fits, then stuffed his cock up her asshole. Jane groaned, tingles and heat flooding her loins. Of all the things they did to her, this was her favorite-a hot cock up the ass.
"Tight!" the rutting youth grunted. "Fuck-ing tight ass!"
Jane almost burst into hysterical laugher. The moron thought she was tight. How could she be tight after ten days in a row of being raped up the asshole repeatedly-not only by hard cock, but by zucchinis and fists. One boy had managed to get the fat end of a baseball bat up her asshole. Several times she'd had a foot in-side her. She couldn't imagine her asshole be-ing tight anymore, but the boy buggering her now was humping and gasping as if her asshole were skinning his prick alive. He came before Jane had the chance to appreciate his hard cock, grunting as he added his slimy load to the dozens of other loads that had been shot into her asshole that day.
When he got done coming, he pissed into her, and again, Jane almost laughed. She was a sewer, a toilet, a fuck-machine-and she loved it, she was addicted to being used. When the boys went home and left her alone with Carla, she craved more sex, more hard cock, more rough treatment. Neither she nor Carla had any thoughts of escape from the basement in which they were locked. They wore their dog collars and leashes and crawled on their hands and knees, sucking the piss and cum out of each other as they gave each other blowjobs.
As Jane lay on the weightlifting bench, get-ting an assfull of hot piss and gasping as new boys moved in to use her for whatever kinky pleasure they wanted, Carla was being dragged around the basement on her hands and knees like a bitch dog. Boys who had been itching to get their cocks into Carla's teasing little ass for years were finally getting their revenge for all the times she'd made him suffer.
Boys slapped Carla's ass and nudged her tits with their toes. They made her crouch down and lap up puddles of piss, or suck up gobs of cum. They rubbed their dirty toes in cum and smeared their toes on her face, then made her suck them clean. One boy squatted down in front of Carla and rubbed his ass in her face, ordering her to lick him out. As her tongue wriggled inside him and he beat himself off, he farted in her face. Then he turned around and pumped his load down her throat. Carla sucked his bucking cock and guzzled down his cum. Meanwhile, a boy got down behind her and drove his cock up her asshole.
Boys got down on both sides of Carla and started sucking her big juicy tits. Another boy got down in front of her and made her suck out his asshole. The tit-sucking and ass-fucking drove Carla to an orgasm in seconds, and she moaned into the asshole she was licking out as her body shuddered with spasms. Cum started shooting up her asshole. Piss rained down on her from boys standing nearby. Suddenly, she found herself released and rolled over onto her back on the concrete.
Two boys spread her legs to a full split, holding her legs at the ankles. Boys grabbed her hands and made her grab their cocks. One boy straddled her and sat on her face, rubbing his dirty ass and balls in her mouth and forcing her to suck them. A boy stood between her legs and started working his toes between her swollen, throbbing cuntlips. Soon all his toes were inside her and the rest of his foot slid in easily, sucked in by her hungry crotch. He twisted his foot in her cunt, moaning and beating off excitedly.
Carla was too delirious to think. All she could do was react, respond like an animal. She knew something bigger than a cock was inside her, but whether it was a hand or a foot, she couldn't tell. She could feel the wiggling of either fingers or toes inside her, could feel nails gouging her sensitive fuck-tissues and driving intense sensa-tion through her loins. Her clit squirmed against the hand or foot as it slid in and out. Some boys got down and started sucking her tits, and she came instantly.
"She's coming again, for christsake!" boys muttered, watching the writhing teenage girl.
She was a sight to see, her loins humping, fucking the foot buried up her crotch, her pink toes curling hard, her vibrating hands jeking off two big cocks that ejaculated one after the other and bubbled cum all over her hands and fore-arms. She was sucking on some hairy balls, nuzzling a hairy asshole, and her hard nipples were squirming in two hot mouths.
And she felt so good!
She'd never imagined that sexual pleasure could be so intense and overwhelming as she was learning it could be at the hands and feet and cocks of her brothers and their filthy friends. She'd never imagined that being held in bon-dage and used for whatever kinky acts the boys demanded of her could result in such mind-blowing ecstasy for herself, as well as for them.
The boy whose ass and balls she was sucking slid back and jerked off all over Carla's face and in her open mouth. The boy who was foot- fucking her pulled his foot out of her clutching cunt and dropped down between her legs, replacing his foot with his cock. After a half- dozen quick thrusts, he was pumping hot cum up her crotch. When he finished coming, he stood over her again and shoved his filthy toes in her mouth, making her suck them clean. The toes tasted of her cunt, and of the cum and piss that had been shot into her. Carla munched the dirty toes hungrily as the boy standing over her washed the cum off her face with his piss.
A short while later, Jane and Carla found themselves hanging by their arms from the floor joists overhead. Two boys stepped up with leather belts and gave the women some strap-ping, cracking the belts across their bellies and backs and asses. The women jerked and writhed, vomiting curses and spitting at the boys gathered around them like savages. Cum and piss ran from the cunts and assholes of the two women, and some of the piss running out of them was their own. Hot piss dripped from the tips of their toes.
The boys dropped the belts and started grind-ing fingers into the women's crotches. Soon their hands were buried inside two hot pussies. Two other boys twisted fingers up the women's assholes, getting their entire hands in easily and making fists. Four fists and arms slid in and out, fist-fucking two cunts and two assholes. The fists moved slowly, twisting, probing. Hard clits rubbed against hairy forearms. Carla and Jane writhed, their eyes rolling, their toes working madly. A few dozen boys stood watching the women getting fist-fucked, their muscular hands hauling on their ever-horny cocks. Cum started shooting. Before three boys had unloaded, Carla and Jane were howling with intense orgasms. Fists ground inside their quivering bodies until they'd stopped jerking. The two ex-hausted women were cut down, and cum and piss rained down on them until they were drowning in it. The women kissed each other and laughed dementedly.
The day before their folks got back from the trip, Rory and Skip put Carla and Aunt Jane to work cleaning up the house. The boys super-vised, standing over the naked women with leather belts. It took the women the entire morning to clean up the basement, even though Rory and Skip pushed them hard, letting the belts fall freely and often. As the women were on their hands and knees, scrubbing the con-crete floor with hot, sudsy water, the boys oc-cupied themselves by fucking the asses or cunts of the hard-working women. They shot only cum into the women, not wanting to get the floor anymore pissy-smelling than it already was. Two quarts of Pine Sol masked the piss smell somewhat, but the basement still smelled like a barn. The women scrubbed and scrubbed, then scrubbed some more.
The women spent the afternoon cleaning up the rest of the house, making it shine .as it had never shone before. Rory and Skip spent most of the afternoon lounging around and napping, worn out from all the slave-driving and fuck-ing they'd done during the morning. Their nap-ping was disturbed often by the ringing of the telephone, their friends calling and begging to come over. Rory finally realized that if they just unplugged the phone the ringing would stop, and so they unplugged it.
The boys spent the night getting their last kicks with Aunt Jane. She'd be leaving on the afternoon bus, shortly after the folks got back from the airport. At one point, they fucked Aunt Jane simultaneously, Skip up her cunt, Rory up her asshole, and Aunt Jane squealed as if she'd never get enough of their squirming teenage pricks. Carla shut the woman up by planting her ass and crotch in Aunt Jane's face, and Aunt Jane sucked the girl out as if Carla's fuckholes were oozing honey.
When the kids' parents arrived home at noon, they were glad to be back, although they weren't particularly thrilled to see Rory and Skip and Carla again. Keeping the teenagers out of trou-ble, especially during the summer, was a full-time job, especially when all three of them re-fused to take summer jobs.
"Look at this house!" Jane's sister-in-law said. "I can't believe it! I expected it to be in a total shambles when we got back."
The way it was when you left it, Jane thought, but she didn't say it. She was dressed once more in her jeans and flannel shirt and boots, the first clothing she'd had on in two weeks.
"You've really kept things in shape," Jane's brother said, looking around the house with disbelief.
"All it takes is a little discipline," Jane said. "Isn't that right, boys?"
Rory and Skip spoke in unison. "Yes, ma'am." They were red-faced and holding their breaths, expecting Aunt Jane to tell everything.
"Carla, isn't that right?" Aunt Jane said.
"Discipline," Carla said. "Yes, ma'am." She blushed.
The parents of the teenagers looked at each other in disbelief. Their young wildcats had turned into well-behaved lambs.
"Well," Jane's brother said, "it looks like the four of you got along real good. It's too bad you have to go back so soon, Jane. The kids would probably like to see more of you."
"I'm sure they would," Jane said, smiling slightly. "Which is why I'm inviting them to come back to the ranch with me"
Rory and Skip almost shit in their pants. Carla's mouth dropped open. The kids' parents smiled ear to ear.
A few hours later, as the Greyhound bus rolled through the hot summer afternoon, and Rory and Skip dozed in the seat across the aisle from Aunt Jane and Carla, the two women brought themselves off by squeezing their legs together and shimmying wet pussy lips together in their jeans. Both women envisioned themselves naked and bound under the hot sum-mer sun as hard-cocked boys approached them with whips, and stallions nearby sniffed the air curiously. A summer of discipline was just beginning for them. Just beginning.
