Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed to discover that we are not different, naughty or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
VIRGIN BRIDE IN BONDAGE - a shocking story, certainly, but which may not be as unbelievable as it first appears, one which could hold many valuable lessons for a large segment of our diverse population.
- The Publisher
Chapter One
"I would suggest, my dear, that you should have checked me out as well as I did you," Travis Bradley said with a smile that did little to take the edge off the sharpness of his tone. "I can assure you that I knew everything important about you before I ever asked you for your hand in marriage! If you didn't do so with me, it's your own fault!"
His words made Annie even more uncomfortable than she already was.
"But, sir, you know that wasn't our way," she finally answered quietly, taking care not to stare into the face of her new husband.
He laughed a low, confident, rasping sound that rolled over Annie and brushed harshly against her nerves; "I know that isn't your way," he said. "That's one of the main reasons I selected you for marriage. The way you were brought up may not be quit as old-fashioned as the Amish, but it didn't miss by much."
"It's our way," she said, hoping that her irritation didn't show.
The mocking tone he used when he talked about her background made Annie almost want to defend the ways she had learned. In truth, she hadn't been completely comfortable with marrying this handsome man before knowing something more about him, but those things weren't always in the control of a girl. The way the finances had been back on the farm, Annie had known that to continue to live there would have created an unnecessary burden. In the few weeks she had know Travis Bradley, he had loaned her parents enough money to save the farm from the bank and had shown them to riches he commanded. After Annie's long talk with her parents with them explaining how much such a man could mean to her family, Annie had felt almost duty-bound to go along. Marriage among her people had never been just for love, so that part of it certainly didn't fly in the face of tradition.
Travis' smile was strange, one she couldn't look at for long.
"Yes," he said. "I needed an innocent just like you. You should be proud of yourself - I've searched for more than three years. And you have that special ingredient that's so important to the Bradley's in their new brides. It has always been an innocent that each man has brought into the family for the others to help train."
"Your family," Annie said uncomfortably, glancing around at the long, empty dining room table. "I haven't met them yet. I thought they would be here this evening."
"They'll get their chance at you beginning tomorrow, Travis aid firmly, pushing his p[late to the side and rising from his chair. He wiped his linen across his face, then threw it down. "Tonight you're mine, that's another Bradley tradition. The wedding night always belongs to the groom. And since that time is now, there's no reason to delay getting started."
Annie's eyes widened as her new husband stalked around the table toward her, and she began scooting back in her chair. But, before she could stand, he grabbed her roughly by the wrist and dragged her to her feet. Pain shooting through her arm as he twisted it, and she banged her ass against the edge of the table.
"The servants!" she whined, the pressure growing in her elbow and shoulder. "The butler will be back in and he shouldn't see us touching!"
Travis lifted his head and laughed. "William will see a whole fucking lot more than that by the time we're through, but right know he knows not to return until we leave this room! So new, my dear wife, I'm going to take a close look at the tits and cunt that are the latest to wear the Bradley name!"
As he grabbed the neckline of her dress, Annie gasped at his terrible words. With a feeling of shock and revulsion, she realized that he intended to strip her naked. Never had a man or boy - not even her father or brother - seen her without her clothes. Such a thing just wasn't done the way she had been trained, and even with a husband, sex was something to endure in the dark and beneath covers.
The entire front of the dress ripped off when Travis yanked. Then he grabbed a knife from the dining table and cut the bra from her tits. Firm, Swollen mounds of tit-flesh suddenly leaped into view, causing Annie's face to burn with shame. But his savage attack wasn't through, and he sliced through the rest of her dress and slip with the sharp knife. The Annie stood in her cotton panties and trembled before her husband's gaze.
"You are a nice one aren't you?" he hissed through his teeth as he stared down at her tits and cotton-covered cunt. In his trousers, his cock had already gone hard and was pushing at the confining cloth. As Annie trembled, he slowly shoved the cold, hard steel into the side of her panties and sliced from the waistband of each leg hole, until the panties, too, fell tot eh floor at her feet. Finally, the newlywed wife was naked before her husband except for the shoes that she wore. Travis stepped back to get a better view, then he slowly began to whistle through his teeth.
The woman he had married was young, and her appearance captured that period of time between changing from a girl to a woman. Annie was five-seven and willowy but with big tits. The mounds were firm and full, reaching out to point hard nipples into the world. The skin around her nipples was only slightly darker pink than the skin of the tit mounds, and there wasn't even a hint of an under swell as they quivered there on her chest. Below her tits, his taunt skin dived down sharply from the bottom of her ribs to a stomach that was tight and flat. The strands of her pussy-hair were light and delicate, as softly colored as the blonde of her hair. Her hips were almost boyish-firm and muscular globes of flesh that were tight and flat rather than exhibiting a womanly swell. Her legs were long and lean, completing the sleekness of her body.
Her face, also, spoke of her youth-clear, blue eyes and creamy skin with features structured delicately and small. Her hair, falling back down to her waist; was silken, golden down, as soft as the rainwater she washed it in every second or third night. But it was the surprise and hint of fright in her face that attracted Travis the most, for that was how the Bradley's liked their women - innocent and filled with fear and awe.
He reached out and grabbed Annie's nipples as she shied from him, and he twisted them. She cried out at the sudden pain that washed through her.
"Oh, please, Travis!" Annie gasped, tears coming to her eyes. "Don't do this to me! It's not right!"
"What's right is what I say is right!" he growled. "Now get up on that table and show me your cunt!"
"Noooo!" Annie moaned as he twisted her tits even harder. At The same time, he pushed with his knuckles, driving her back onto the table. The plate she had been eating off of was behind her, and when she went down, her naked ass plopped into the food which was left. Annie felt the warm potatoes and broccoli spears smear across her ass-cheeks as the small remnants of her steak spread grease along the crack of her ass.
"All the way!" he shouted, and followed her along with the twisting pressure of her nipples.
Annie cried out weakly but hurried to do what she said. She pushed her feet up off the floor and her food-covered naked ass slid out of the plate and her back knocked over her glass. When her shoes fell off, she lay naked in the remnants of her dinner while her husband gave the front of her body a close, peering look.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Annie asked frantically. She just had to get up before she was shamed even more. "What have I done to deserve this?"
"Nothing, you simpering little bitch!" he laughed sadistically at her and finally released her tits. "You didn't do anything but be innocent and make the mistake of marrying into a family that you didn't know anything about!"
Only that morning, Annie would have sworn that what he said simply wasn't true. She had really known little about Travis Bradley himself, but everyone in this part of the state knew at least something about the family. Even two counties over, where Annie was raised, the Bradley name was familiar.
Annie's knowledge of the Bradley's, she realized now, had been assumption. And what she had heard - or dreamed - about gentle old money was rapidly falling to pieces. For there weren't the flowing gowns and the ballroom music she had expected on their wedding night at the mansion, and, instead, she was naked on top of the dining table, lying in left over food.
The wine she had spilled had soaked under her back, and its fumes wafted sharply up the nose. Annie was so shocked by the impossible position that she hadn't realized just how vulnerable she was until her husband ran a thick finger down the slit of her cunt.
"Oh, no!" she cried, and tried to wiggle away.
Travis clamped one hand brutally down on her right tit and squeezed, his fingers driving into flesh. Immediately, the pain froze Annie's whole body.
The Expression on his face was a threat all to its own. Still, he growled at her: "When I wan to feel my wife's pussy, I'll do it! Is that perfectly clear?"
She bobbed her head slightly, then whined when his fingers drove even deeper into the flesh of her tit. She was sure he was about to rip the tit completely from her chest. She could feel the strength in his hand necessary to do the job. "A Bradley wife wants - even begs - her husband to finger-fuck her cunt!" he shouted. "So I want you to ask me to fuck out your cunt-hole with my finger!"
"Aaargh!" Annie groaned in agony as his fingers bit harshly again. Her tit ached clear down inside her chest. Never had she realized how sensitive and vulnerable her firm tits were, but now she would never forget it.
"Ask me!" he shouted, beginning to twist her tit by rolling his wrist. "You better ask me right now or I'm going to tear off this tit and then start working on the one on the other side!"
There was nothing else Annie could do. The pain was simply too severe. No matter how much it disgusted her, she chocked out each individual word, groaning: "Stick your finger inside!"
"Inside where, bitch?" her husband bellowed angrily. The muscles in his wrist tightened.
"Inside my thing!" she cried, frightened by the lewdness of what he was trying to make her say.
"You don't have a thing, goddamn it!" Travis hissed, allowing his fingernails to dig into the skin of her tit. "You have a cunt, a pussy, a fuck-hole - not a thing! And I don't stick anything anywhere - I fuck it inside! Now say it, bitch, if you want to keep this tit!"
"Fuck my pussy with your finger!" Annie squealed, the words feeling like grit in her mouth. The way they were formed, was so strange that saying them almost twisted her tongue upside-down.
"I think I will finger fuck you, since you want it so much!" Travis laughed loudly, releasing the pressure on her tit but not pulling his hand away, "Besides, I want to find out whether you're as much of a virgin as you were advertised to be!"
Annie gasped as she felt his thick finger run through her pussy slit again. Her mind raced across the words he had hurled at her. They didn't make sense, since she knew that they had never talked about sex before. Certainly her pussy-hole was virgin - not even her own finger had been inside - but who in the world could have assured him of that? The subject of sex had never came up. Annie had been so frightened at the prospect of what she would be expected to do after the marriage that she never dared to mention sex. To suffer through it was one thing, but talking about it was another, and somehow that seemed twice as bad. And Travis had never hinted that the subject was anywhere in his mind.
But all that had apparently changed now, and there was a thick finger running through her pussy-gash. Annie groaned when she felt its tip center on the mouth of her cunt-hole and shove roughly into the first knuckle. A little bit farther and it stopped, jammed hard against something in the way. There was a terrible, aching, stretching feeling inside her pussy-hole when Travis poked his finger a little harder, and there were shooting pains throughout her cunt as if something was threatening to tear.
"I'll be damned!" her husband hissed as his finger moved around inside the mouth of her cunt. "You do have a goddamn cherry! I haven't seen one of those for years!"
Annie was stunned when she realized what he was talking about. The thing he was prodding had to be her cherry, which she had heard girls whispering about at school. Perhaps it was what her mother had meant when she had said that a man could always tell if a girl had been fucked, Never put anything inside that little thing of yours, her mother had warned Annie, because that would damage you in some mysterious, telling way.
"Then it's going to be the old bloody cock trip tonight!" Her husband laughed, pulling his finger out of her pussy. "I haven't had the pleasure of busting open a cherry cunt-hole for a number of years!"
"Not on the table!" Annie shrieked as he begun to fumble at his belt. As long as it was just she who was naked, she could deal with her terrible shame. But the thought of being confronted for the first time in her life by a cock right out in plain sight almost frightened the young woman to death. She had hoped desperately that she would be allowed to cover herself with darkness and covers before ever having a prick fucking her cunt. In school she had heard wild, whispered tales of terrible-looking pricks and Annie would have been happy to avoid that lewd sight for her entire life.
Travis silently stared down at her as he undid his belt and began sliding down the zipper of his trousers. He loomed over her in his black suit to a height of six-two. His hair was almost as dark as his clothing, and his shoulders and arms were heavy and thick. He was a decade older than his frightened wife, and at least a hundred pounds heavier. "No!" Annie squeaked, but it was too late. With her naked ass still smeared with food, she watched, almost petrified, as her husband drew his cock out of his pants. "Oooh!"
Even in her worst nightmares, Annie had never dreamed of such a frightful thing as she was staring at now. The cock was big - so terribly large - that its size was almost beyond comprehension. Its throbbing thickness almost filled his large hand as his fingers wrapped around the hard shaft. The long flesh fuck-pole of a prick was at least ten inches long, and was tipped with a large swollen cock-head that was so engorged with blood that it had turned a dark purple.
"Don't use that on me!" she cried. The pain that still remained in her tit completely vanished from her mind when she thought of the damage such a huge prick would do to her cunt.
"Yes!" Travis growled. "Its going to hurt! It's supposed to! I'm going to break your fucking cherry right here and leave my cum and your blood all over the tablecloth to show the whole family and the servants that I married a virgin!"
"No!" Annie screamed, but he was on her before she could move.
His pants dropped to his feet, leaving him naked below the waist as he lunged forward and grabbed her right tit with his hand. Fingers dug into the tender tit-flesh, igniting her chest with pain. Through the agony, she could feel his knees kick her thighs open and spread her tightly furred pussy-gash. Then something hard and hot jammed against the mouth of her cunt-hole, and the virgin wife shrieked at the sure knowledge that she was about to be fucked.
"Aargh!" she moaned in pain as the massive cock-head fucked through the ring of muscles trying to keep her pussy-hole closed.
The flesh was brutalized as it was forced wider apart than she would have ever believed possible. The thick, swollen head of the prick fucked into her cunt until it jammed against the membrane of her cherry. To Annie, the feeling was that her cunt was only an inch deep and that her husband was trying to force his raging cock through solid walls of flesh.
"It hurts!" she wailed, thrashing her head from side to side. As she did, the wine soaked into her blonde hair. A ring of fire was ablaze in her cunt-hole where her cherry was attached to the pussy walls. Fiercer and fiercer the pressure grew, until she was almost consumed by the pain.
"The mouth of your cunt-hole is squeezing the shit out of my prick!" Travis hissed, leaning even more of his weight onto the end of his cock in an effort to spear through his new wife's cherry. "That fucking cherry of yours is the strongest one I've ever seen, and I've ripped apart a lot!"
"Oh God, please take it out!" the tortured young newlywed howled. "It's killing me! It's going to tear me to pieces!"
"Scream, bitch!" He laughed loudly down at her. "I love to hear virgins howl and moan! Shriek at the top of you lungs and let everyone in the house know I'm having to tear my way into my wife's cherry cunt!"
Annie bit her lower lip, trying to control her cries, but she couldn't fight off the pain. She was struck by a lightning bolt of humiliation to know that others in the house could hear what was going on and know that she was being painfully fucked. But no one came to rescue her as the inside of her pussy-hole began to tear.
With a sudden ripping, the monstrously thick prick brutally split her cherry and fucked four inches into her cunt. The pain froze her chest and chocked off her screams as her eyes bugged out from the agonizing pressure. More and more of the horrible prick fucked inside her cunt-hole, until its thick head was jammed against the deep end of her pussy. Her inexperienced fuck-hole was crammed full of prick, her cunt was virgin no more.
"It's like a fucking vise!" her husband moaned as Annie bore down hard with the muscles of her abdomen, trying to force the savage cock back out of her pussy. At first, she though she was succeeding, until, she realized that Travis was drawing his prick shaft out for another vicious thrust back inside. When it long stroked to the end of her cunt-hole, she could only force enough air out her lungs for helpless whimper that died almost as soon as it started.
Travis fucked her hard, shoving his cock into Annie again and again. After the first few strokes there was enough virgin blood to provide some lubrication. And soon, her body rose to the occasion to protect itself from further damage. Her cunt-hole greased walls with slippery fuck juices. The combination finally allowed the brutal prick to fuck back and forth in the unbelievable tightness of her pussy without causing further damage.
"That's right, slut-grease my fucking prick!" Travis gasped. "You can scream in pain and shame, but your cunt-hole knows what to do! You can fool your mind, baby, but you can't fool your pussy! Already, it's hot and juicing itself to get ready for some good, hard fucking!"
"Noooo!" Annie groaned when she realized that what he said was true. She hated what was going on, but her cunt was leaking its blood and fuck juice. The Tablecloth beneath her was already covered with pussy-cream and blood. And the puddle was growing ever wider as her husband continued to fuck her cunt.
"Here comes your fist load of cum, Mrs. Bradley!" Travis laughed sadistically, then rammed his cock-head hard against the back of her cunt.
The thick cock in Annie's pussy seemed to swell even more, then her pussy-flesh was bathed with liquid fire. Her cunt-hole was wrapped so tightly around the spearing prick that she could feel the shots of cum moving down the length of the cock. Each time, the cock-head would blossom even larger and blast out another hot load.
Cum mixed with pussy-juice and blended with virgin blood, then leaked out to spread on the cloth on the table. His vicious cock fucked into her, hurting Annie in a strange, demented way that seemed to make her inexperienced pussy juice even more.
Chapter 2
Travis viciously slapped Ann in the face with his thick cock, and there wasn't a thing the tormented woman could do about it. The, just for good measure, he made her turn the other cheek and he whacked his heavy prick across that side too. To add insult to injury, he poked the hot cock-head up against the bottom of his new wife's nose, as if he was going to try to fuck the long prick up one of her nostrils.
Ann, still stained by cum and blood, was shackled to the posted at the foot of a bed. After fucking blood out of her cunt onto the dining room table, Travis had led his wife naked through the dimly lit hallways to what she now understood was to be their bedroom. He had forced her to sit naked on the floor against to foot of the bed, then he lifted her hands to clamps and chains built onto the tall posts. The bindings stretched her arms high and wide, but her feet were allowed to remain free. And it was there that Ann had sat bound and captive, bloody and battered, and watched her husband strip out of the rest of his clothes.
Travis Bradley was a large man, with more than two hundred pounds of solid muscle packed onto a body constructed for a football player. He was a year or two past thirty. He was dark, his skin deeply tanned, and his hair was the color of polished ebony. That Darkness made his gray eyes seem even more dominated as they glared out of a face of large, roughly cut features. Immediately below his neck on his bulky chest, black hair sprouted profusely.
His cock caught Ann's attention the most when her husband was finally naked and towering above her as she sat on the floor with her arms bound to the posts of the bed. She had really only caught a glimpse of the massive fuck-pole when he had raped her pussy in the dining room, and, at the time, it had been partially hidden by his hand. But as she sat and trembled there in the bedroom, the brutal prick was swinging free and in clear sight. Its shaft was thickly swollen but not completely hard as it jutted out with a slight bend. Beneath that frightening prick were heavy, hairy, hanging balls. That's what tore my poor bleeding pussy, Ann thought to herself as she watched his prick.
As she watched, Travis pulled over a stool with long legs. The long legs left the middle arching upward enough to span Ann's upper legs when it was placed over her lap. Then her husband knelt on the stool, facing her and positioning his prick right in front of her chin and nose.
"Here's the reason for you whole existence, bitch!" he growled at her, taking the base of his prick in his fingers. "Before you become a true Bradley, you're going to have to learn to worship it with all of the awe and respect that it deserves!"
"No!" Ann cried, but her terror robbed her voice of everything but its feat. The sound emerged more like a squeak than a denial.
Travis leaned his body in toward her head and slapped his prick across her right cheek. Then he ordered her to turn her face and he whacked the fuck-meat across her left cheek in another stinging blow. Right after that, the fat cock-head poked up against the bottom of her nose, the piss-slit nudging into one of her nostrils.
Ann groaned as she smelled hot cock and the remnants of their earlier fuck. As the prick had approached her face, she had seen specks of her own dried blood. Mingled with the blood was dried pussy juice and Travis's cum. Travis hadn't washed his cock since busting his wife's cherry and reaming out her cunt, and new the heavy aroma of prick and fucking was swarming up Ann's nose. She had never smelled anything like it before, but she knew she wouldn't fail to recognize it ever again.
Travis laughed when he saw the grimace on her face from his cock nuzzling against her nose. The fear and disgust his new wife was showing caused his balls to rumble and made his prick harden. The stiffer the long shaft became, the more he tried to fuck his cock-head up her nostril. If it had been at all possible, Travis would have shoved the prick clear up inside her nose, but the size of his prick mad that violation completely impossible. Instead, he leaned back on the footstool and pulled his cock out of her face. He wanted to give the woman a good look at his prick before he fucked it brutally into her mouth.
Ann was relieved when the cock left her nose, and she watched as the swollen cock-head drifted away from her face. As the cock was pulled back, her eyes could focus and take in the sight of the whole prick. The cock-shaft had lengthened and thickened someway on the surface to protect the blood inside. The color of the cock-head had deepened to somewhere between red and purple, and was completely different from the prick-shaft behind it.
The cock-shaft had a sheath of skin much like that of the rest of his body, although that skin was stretched unbelievably tight and showed the ridges of muscle and the cock-head, wandering, blue veins beneath. Hair grew up the first couple of inches of the large cock-shaft from the base, and the heavy, hanging balls were covered by a forest of black strands. The sac was wrinkled in spots beneath the hair, and, at the bottom, it was stretched tightly downward when it supported the weight of his balls.
Travis's entire fuck equipment looked so brutally efficient that it made Ann's pussy hurt just at the sight. She couldn't believe that the thick cock had actually fucked its way into her poor pussy-hole, stretching her cunt-flesh unnaturally thin to fit inside. There had been blood and from looking at the hefty prick, the bloodletting now seemed inevitable. Ann was afraid that each time the monstrous prick battered into her body, t would leave a blood bath in its terrible wake.
"Now that you've seen what my cock looks like, you're going to learn to worship it!" Travis gasped, using one hand to point the prick at her mouth. "And what you're going to do right now is beg me to let you kiss it and take it in your mouth!"
Ann gasped. She had accepted the horrible, but inevitable necessity of letting him put his prick into her pussy, but it was almost inconceivable to even think about a cock ever touching her mouth. Frightened and revolted, she pushed the back of her head against the foot of the bed, desperately trying to escape the frightening prick.
Travis' free hand reached down and grabbed the nipple of her right tit. His fingers pulled at the sensitive nub until it was stretched far out in front of her chest. The skin covering her tit felt like it would tear, and there was a slicing pain that reached into the center of her tit from the back of the abused nipple.
"Oh, please!" she cried when his fingers began to twist as well as pull. Her tits were still aching form the torture they had suffered in the dining room, and the pain coursing through the right one was almost too much to believe.
"Then beg me to let you kiss and mouth my cock!" he shouted. "I'm going to keep hurting your tit more and more until you beg me to let your mouth suck and kiss my prick!"
Agony shot through her chest like a lightning bolt of pain. No matter what else night happen, she had to get relief for her tit.
"Let me kiss it!" she gasped.
Ann hadn't wanted to say such a terrible thing - couldn't comprehend the lewd act that it promised - yet she couldn't stop the request from tumbling out in an effort to rescue her tit.
"My cock!" Travis screamed as his fingers savaged her tit even more viciously. "I haven't got a goddamn it jutting out over my balls!"
"Oh God!" she screamed. "Let me kiss your awful cock!"
The pain burned inside her like acid spilled inside her chest.
"My prick!" he bellowed. "Call it prick, too!"
"Your prick!" the tortured wife wailed. "Let me kiss your prick!"
The ripping pressure on the end of her tit suddenly stopped, but for a second, her nipple seemed to ache even more. Then the pain began to die enough to allow her eyes to clear, and she glanced up to see the evil, satisfied smile on her husband's face. His hips thrust forward, driving his cock-head toward her mouth as his fingers still danced lightly but threateningly on the end of her aching tit.
She knew she had to do it. His fingers were delivering a warning to her already-savaged nip-pie. If Ann refused to kiss his prick or hesitated too long, he would probably tear her tit from her chest.
Ann's frightened eyes stated at the cock-head hovering just inches in front of her mouth. The tortured woman gulped at the frightening appearance of the prick as if it was a snake about to strike. The piss-slit in the end of the swollen cock-head looked, like a mouth.
Anne could imagine the fangs inside ready to tear her up as f she was about to take a vicious animal against her lips.
She had waited too long. His fingers tightened on her tit. The renewed pressure wasn't enough to cause the shocking pain to return, but it was a threat that the agony was only another second away. Fighting to overcome her revulsion and shame, Ann moved her head away from the foot of the bed. At the same time, Travis shoved his hips forward at her, thrusting the end of his cock-head roughly against her lips.
She felt the heat of the terrible cock flow against her mouth through her lips. The hot cock-flesh was almost rubbery where it pressed firmly against her mouth. Groaning, she puckered her lips and kissed it, collecting some of the pre-cum leaking from the piss-slit onto her lips.
When Ann drew back a fraction of an inch, her tongue flicked out involuntarily and pulled the moisture into her mouth. There was a faint taste, some how vaguely sweet and not a bit like she had expected. There was nothing repulsive to the actual taste of the juice leaking from the end of his prick.
"It's going to take a better kiss than that!" Travis cried, pushing forward as she pulled back to follow her face with his prick.
His cock-head bumped roughly against her lips again, pushing its tip up against her teeth. Her lips covered the end of the cock-head, and its heat flowed directly into her mouth. Once again, the aroma of hot cock and dried fuck-juices swarmed up Ann's nose, making her lightheaded with the mucky smell of sex.
"Kiss it, bitch wife!" Travis growled, ramming the prick-head harder against her teeth. "Kiss it like you adore and worship it! Sex up my cock with your mouth!"
And, although the words themselves were demanding, it was the fingers on her tit that carried the strongest warning. Slowly, the fingers began to bite into the bruised tit flesh, sending a flood of agony through the entire mound. The harder he squeezed, the more sensitive her abused tit seemed to become, making the pain increase by leaps and bounds. Her shame was deep, her humiliation strong from having the prick shoved into her face, but that agony was nothing compared to the pain in her tit. Ann realized that she was going to have to do the evil thing that her husband demanded.
Her lips wrapped around the hot cock-head, gripping it tightly and adding moisture to the prick-flesh. It was impossible to actually pucker and kiss the cock-head with it rammed against her teeth, but she did the best she could. Still, she moved her lips, rolling the cock-flesh around. Her lips wrapped tightly around it, rolling the piss-slit round against her teeth.
"Now lick my cock-head!" her husband gasped, and Ann's heart rose clear into her throat. No matter how many times she seemed to reach the limits of her tolerance, Travis always was able to demand that she go even farther.
Ann felt the pressure on her teeth weaken as he pulled back enough to allow her tongue out of her mouth. Feeling terribly abused and tortured the young newlywed woman slithered her tongue out of her mouth and touched the tip against the head of his prick. The heat of the cock scared down the length of her tongue and ran back to the opening of her throat.
Tentatively, and more that a bit frightened, Ann licked around the cock-head, making it glisten with spit. Her tongue swirled over the top of the prick-head, then rolled around the bottom, and she was surprised that the underside was built much different. As she licked, there was a soft hint of the taste of blood and dried fuck-juice, and the flavors tickled across her tongue.
Travis rose higher on his knees, pushing his cock-head up by her nose. Its heat traveled almost up to her eyes.
"Now bathe the shaft with your tongue!" he gasped.
The tip of her tongue rode down the length of the hard, throbbing cock-pole, smearing a trail of saliva behind it. The taste of her own dried cherry blood and cunt-juices was thick in her mouth as she cleaned the underside of his prick with her tongue.
"Now my balls!" her husband shouted as if she was some child being forced to obey. "Suck my hairy balls into your mouth!"
Ann groaned and froze, her tongue touching the base of his prick. Then the pressure on her tit grew vicious, and she was frightened that the flesh would tear. She opened her mouth to cry out and his hairy balls pushed into her mouth. Before she could protest, she had the whole heavy sac on her tongue. As she closed her lips around the full sac, she could feel both of his large balls inside the thin, hot skin.
Travis ordered her to suck and roll them around in her mouth, and her lips pressed down hard when she tried to swallow. The action pulled the heavy balls clear to the opening of her throat, and she closed her cheeks and tongue tightly around the sac. Ann leaned her head back against the foot board of the bed, pulling at his ball-sac with her lips to stretch the skin out tightly from his crotch.
"That's right, bitch!" Travis growled down at her. "You suck balls like you're a goddamn pro! Keep that up and someday you'll be a Bradley woman for sure! And since you're so good at sucking balls, it's time to find out how good you can suck prick!"
Travis released her tit and snarled his hand into her hair. Lifting himself even higher on his knees, he slowly pulled his balls from the grip of her mouth. Then his hips settled down until his cock-head was bumping against her lips. Ann whined and clamped her teeth tightly, determined not to let the filthy thing into her mouth.
Then her scalp exploded in pain. He had twisted her hair in his fingers and yanked. Every hair on the top of her head was threatening to pull out, and she yelped in agony.
When her teeth parted for her scream, his hard cock fucked into her mouth. In less than a second, her mouth was stuffed full of prick. Her jaws were driven open by the cock-head ramming against the opening of her throat. Her tongue was brutally driven to the bottom of her moth to make room for the spearing shaft.
The taste of her own blood and pussy-juice swirled through Ann's mouth, but there was very little other flavor she could detect from the prick-shaft itself. There was a heft odor of sweat from his balls, stirred up from violently fucking her, and the combination of the smell and taste was like a narcotic to make her mind confused.
"How about that, my lovely little wife?" Travis laughed down at her and nudged his cock-head firmer against the back of her mouth. "You didn't know that you had another pussy right there in your face, did you?"
Ann's jaws were stretched wide by the mouth-fucking cock. There was something fascinating about the throbbing monster fucking up her oral cavity, and Ann felt a strange thrill from the experience shoot from her throat down to her cunt.
Then the prick began to move, and that knocked any thought of enjoyment out of her mind. It was pulled back until the cock-head was all that was left in her mouth, then it shoved brutally back in, riding the lubrication of her spit. The ridge at the back of his cock-head scraped the entire length of her tongue, as the front of the swollen prick-head buried the piss-slit almost into her throat.
"Tighter!" Travis growled down to his captive wife, fucking his cock in and out between her lips. "Make that mouth like a goddamn cunt that I can fuck right there in your face!"
Ann closed down on it, pressing up with her tongue and ramming the prick-shaft up hard against the top of her mouth and made the cock scrape above and below each time it was rammed in.
Ann sucked hard and her cheeks caved in around the horny prick. When her mouth was completely closed around it, Travis fucked his prick back and forth in her oral grasp.
"That's right!" Travis cried. "That fucking mouth is as tight as a cunt! I'm going to fuck your face until my balls explode and shoot cum right down your hot little throat!"
There was nothing for Ann to do but try to desperately hag on. The chains on her wrists kept her locked firmly into place for the mouth-fucking prick, and the back of her head was being constantly driven against the foot of the bed by the hammering cock. Her tonsils felt as if they were being battered by a flesh hammer and Travis' strokes became longer and more violent.
Spit ran out of the corners of Ann's mouth each time the cock fucked back in to stuff her mouth. Her mind seemed unable to accept that she was sucking hard thrusting cock.
Then the monstrous prick began to swell even more as the cock-head blossomed to an unbelievable size. The length of his prick-shaft seemed to pulse, and suddenly something hot and wet splashed into the back of her mouth. The opening, to her throat was quickly awash and she began to choke.
Ann gulped, swallowing the sticky jism down her gullet to clear the back of her mouth. But as soon as she took that large cum-wad down, more erupted against her tonsils. Ann whined and swallowed, moaned and gulped, taking every bit of her husband's cum down her throat to her stomach.
Chapter 3
The position had changed but the agony went on. After her mouth had been raped, Ann had been lifted to the mattress, then bound in a terribly lewd way.
A leather collar had been snapped around her neck. A Leash attached to the front of the bed was clipped to the ring at the back of the collar. Then she had been forced I onto her hands and knees, her ass toward the lower end of the mattress. After that, her wrists were clamped back onto the chains from the posts at the foot of the bed, raising her arms back and up like wings before other straps from the posts were buckled snugly around the tops of hr thighs. Those straps were short enough that they pulled apart her legs, and all of the bindings caused her to pitch forward hard, her face pressed into the mattress as her ass hovered high above the end of the bed.
"Oooooh!" Ann groaned.
She was unable to see because her nose was buried in the bedding. The taste of cum was still thick in her mouth, and her pussy ached from her cherry being torn. At least her tits, which her husband's hands had ravaged, were finally protected from further damage. They were mashed firmly against blankets, taking part of the weight from her face. But the combination of straps and chains prevented her from collapsing from her knees, so her ass was kept poised high in the air. And since she couldn't see what her husband was doing behind her, a cold chill of dread tormented her, moving through her whole body. She knew that her pussy and asshole were nakedly exposed.
"You are a fine-looking slut when you're tied up like that," Travis said. "You might be interested to hear that it's one of my favorite bedroom positions, and you'll learn to know it well! It leaves you with two fuck-holes just ready for a hard, horny prick!"
Ann was disturbed, but she wasn't quite sure what he meant, since her face was completely concealed by being mashed into the blanket atop the mattress. As long as her mouth was hidden, she could think of only one hole for Travis to fuck.
As she wondered, his rough hands pawed around her ass. She moaned as she felt her naked flesh touched by fingers and scraped by nails. She was tortured by her imagination of how awful and lewd she must look with her naked ass thrust up there completely exposed. Her eyes squeezed tightly, but she found it didn't help, since the image that tormenting her was burned brightly into her mind.
One finger slid down the crease of her pussy, collecting fuck-juices and smearing them up her ass-crease. When the tip of the finger brushed against her asshole, her guts clenched. The knowledge that her shitter was in easy sight made her desperately ashamed. Of all the secret parts of her body that Ann thought should be hidden away, her tiny, puckered whole seemed the most private of all. Even if everything else was somehow exposed, her shit-hole was the one thing that other people shouldn't see. To know that he was looking made her groan with terrible shame.
"Uuumph!" Ann grunted when the finger was still greased by her own pussy-juices and his cum cream. The heat of her body kept her cunt-hole from drying out, so the only true pain was when the finger rubbed against her ruined cherry. Travis buried his finger clear up into her greasy fuck-hole to the edge of his palm, then he swirled the finger around to collect the fuck-juices that were still lingering there.
Ann felt her cunt walls collapse back when the finger finally pulled out, and she wondered what was to happen next. But, no matter how much she thought, she could never have been prepared for the shock of Travis' slippery finger ramming up her asshole.
"Aeeeiii!" she screamed when her shit-hole was pierced, and she felt the bump of his large knuckle going in.
It wasn't pain that shocked her the most, it was the sudden horror, of her asshole being speared. It felt like a monstrous hole had suddenly opened up in her body, and like her guts were trying to escape up into her chest. But the torture was even worse as she realized that every bit of her protection and privacy had been ripped away. The one last refuge of her privacy and decency was no longer her own.
"No!" Ann shrieked wildly, trying to pull her face up from the mattress.
The leash tightened against the back of her head and forced her face back down into the blanket.
"Take it out!" she wailed in desperation, the shock of the degradation threatening to fill her completely. She wiggled her ass but found no relief. "Take it out! Your finger isn't supposed to be in there!"
The finger twisted painfully in her guts, as if trying to rip the walls of her shitter.
"Both my finger and my cock go wherever they want!" Travis laughed at his tortured wife, then swirled his finger inside her shitter again. It amused him to see the tight brown hole fucking furiously at his penetrating finger as he fucked it in and out.
"Noooo!" Ann moaned deliriously. It was the most evil thing she had ever felt. She had never considered such a horrible thing. In reaction, the muscles of her ass-cheeks tightened and her abdomen gripped to try to force the awful intruder out. But no matter how much she fought, the finger remained buried in her shitter as her husband laughed at her tormented shame.
"Don't you like my finger in your shit-hole, my dearest?" he asked.
"No, please!" Ann cried. "Take it out! It makes me so ashamed!"
"If this bothers you!" he shouted sarcastically at her. "How do you think it's going to feel when I fuck my cock into your ass?"
"Never!" she shrieked.
The idea hit her like a lightning bolt of fear. She'd never heard of anything so demented as forcing a prick into a shitter. Her poor little asshole was already hurting just from his finger. She knew there was no way that his cock would ever be able to fuck into her tiny ass.
"I think that's what you're going to beg me for next!" Travis gasped, twisting his finger around in her shitter once more. "I want you to beg me - plead with me - to fuck my hard cock up your ass!"
Ann squealed in frustration. There was no way she was every going to do that. He might torture her, even pull on her tits, but he couldn't make her ask him to fuck his prick into her add. She knew that the pain would be the most intense she had ever felt, and that her shit-hole would be totally destroyed. She bit on her bottom lip, knowing those words would never be formed by her mouth.
The finger pulled out of her shit-hole, then rammed back quickly into her pussy. A second and third finger joined the first one and churned around inside her cunt. Her pussy was stretched one way, the another by the twisting fingers as the long digits greased themselves down with the fuck-juices they stirred up inside.
"Now, I think I'm going to show you just a fraction of how being ass-fucked will feel!" her husband growled, and pushed two greasy fingers into her shitter.
Ann groaned at the degrading penetration, then she shrieked in pain as another finger joined the first. The two fingers scissored in her asshole, stretching it painfully back and forth. Then, to her horror, a third finger was pushed into her shit-hole, and it felt like the tiny ass-ring was on fire. Pain sliced through from her ass clear up into her guts as the thick was of fingers pistoned back and forth.
"You're hurting me!" Ann cried, fighting to get away. But the bindings on her wrists and thighs kept her locked into place for the fingers fucking her ass.
"It's not hurting anything like it's going to when my cock splits open your shitter!" Travis shouted down at his tortured wife. "When that happens, you're going to think that a telephone pole has been rammed up into your guts!"
"Noooo!" Ann groaned, knowing that her asshole would never be able to stand such an intrusion. The pain was already severe just from his fingers, and her shitter would be ripped completely to pieces if he ever tried to force his thick cock into her guts.
"So be me, bitch!" he snarled at her. "Beg me to tear your asshole up with my cock!"
"No!' Ann Shrieked.
"We'll see!" He laughed loudly, pulling his fingers quickly out of her ass.
Then he turned, and stalked over to a chest of drawers against one wall. Hauling out one of the middle drawers, he reached down and pulled out a thick, leather belt.
Ann heard him behind her, but there was no way to know what he was doing as the sound of the drawer banging open and closed wafted over to her. Then his footsteps came back toward her naked ass.
"Are you going to beg me to fuck my cock into your ass?" Travis asked.
"No!" Ann Screamed. "Anything but that!"
"Anything?' He laughed. "Then try this!"
Suddenly Ann's ass was seared by a shattering pain. A loud smack sounded through the room as the leather belt lashed savagely against the naked flesh of her ass. A fire of excruciating agony was burned across her hips form the first savage blow.
"Aaaegh!" Ann choked on the horrible pain. Both her mind and her ass felt like they were exploding from the torture. Across the skin of her ass-cheeks, a deep, scarlet line was marked into her creamy flash.
"How do you like it?" he asked, aiming the wide belt at her ass again. "This is what a Bradley woman gets when she doesn't do what her husband says!"
The belt seared into her ass-flesh again. The new path of fire across her naked hips was at a slight angle to the first. The double marks formed a large red cross on the skin of her add. The tormented woman felt as if acid was being used to etch letters into her skin. But Travis wasn't through teaching his wife about punishment and pain, so he hauled back the belt again. This time he aimed it for the backs of her thighs and left a brilliant path of tortured skin across both of her legs.
"No!" Ann shrieked as the belt found her flesh again.
The belt struck again, laying a ed, brutal trail over the crossing lines on her ass. Then another blow lashed the backs of her legs.
The tortured woman began to wail. The last blow had fallen across her ass cheeks.
"How do you like it?" her husband asked, lashing the belt across her ass again. By now, every bit of the flesh of her ass-cheeks was burning brightly with pain.
"Please stop it!" Ann bellowed, almost consumed by the pain for the blows. "I can't stand it anymore!"
"Then beg me to fuck my hard cock into your asshole!" Travis shouted back at her. "I'm not going to stop until you plead for me to fuck your goddamn shitter.!"
"Aaargh!" Ann chocked on the words that tried to escape for her mouth. Then the brutal pain was back with another slash of the belt. The blows were landing on flesh that had already been beaten, adding new and more intense agony. But still Ann couldn't force herself to say the words that would cause her husband's cock to fuck up her add.
The Travis shifted around and dropped the loop of the belt. He held the long strap by the buckle and used the belt like a whip. Now more directly behind her, he snapped the leather thong. The tip of the long, brutal, leather snake popped into the crack of Ann's ass and struck her shit-hole.
"Aaeeiii!" the battered woman screamed. Ann was sure that the puckered, brown bud of her shitter had been savagely ripped and would soon be leaking blood.
But whipping her shit-hole wasn't all the painful persuasion that Travis had in mend. The next snap of the belt carried its tip right into the slit of his wife's pouting cunt. The belt popped, searing her tender, open pussy-flesh like the evil tip of a whip. Ann's whole body leaped at the unbelievable pain of her' pussy-lips being lashed.
"Put your cock in my ass!" she screamed, knowing that if the belt struck her pussy again, her cunt-flesh would be torn apart.
"Beg me!" her husband bellowed as he slapped the end of the belt into her cunt-gash again.
"Aaeeiii!" Ann shrieked and she pissed down her legs and all over the bed.
Her body was almost completely out of control, not even able to keep her piss from hissing out.
"Please fuck my asshole with your cock!" she wailed, feeling the piss wet the blanket under her knees. "Please, please, please - I beg you! Fuck your prick up my shitty ass!"
Travis' evil laughter scared her. There was triumph in his voice. Ann sobbed, rubbing her face even harder against the mattress, wishing she could disappear from the earth. When his evil cock fucked into her shit-hole, she prayed that the ass-fuck would end Travis' attack.
His prick fucked into her aching pussy, stuffing her cunt-hole full. The Raping cock was searching for lubrication to allow it to rip into her ass. Ann screamed in horrible anticipation when the cock-head was pulled for her cunt. Then his hard, greasy cock-head was pressed against the small, closed mouth of her shitter.
"You asked for it!" He laughed at her as he lined up his thick prick with her asshole. "You begged me to do it! So here it is, bitch! Just what you said you wanted!"
Then with a mighty thrust, the cock-head pierced through her ass-ring. The Swollen prick-head fucked right up her ass.
"Pleeeeassseeee!" Ann screamed, sure that her asshole had been ruined.
The pain was as bad as if she had been speared in the guts by a hot railroad spike. The muscles of her ass-ring burned and threatened to tear as they were crudely forced open by the hard-driving shaft of Travis' prick. It was unbelievable that such pain could actually exist short of being dismembered, and Ann's desperate screams turned into shrieks of horror as Travis jammed another inch of cock into her ass.
"I can't stand it!" she wailed. "Take it out! Take your cock out of my ass! It's killing me!"
Her husband's answer was to fuck another two inches of prick into her shitter. He groaned as the tight asshole locked onto his cock-shaft like he was trying to fuck into a closed circular vise. The ass-ring was squeezing his prick as if it was trying to choke the shaft, and his cock-head was buried into the fiery heat of her asshole, which was as hot as if she had an inferno burning inside.
And, as his wife bellowed out in fear and pain, the horny man finally buried his cock-head far up inside her guts. Her ass-ring now clutched like a steel band around the base of his prick, and if the long fucker hadn't been rock-hard, her shitter might have squeezed his cock completely off. But since his balls were nestled snugly up against her cunt, he knew that he had his wife's ass cherry to go along with that of her pussy and mouth. The torment of her mind and her asshole added lust to his cock and balls, so he began to pull out his spearing prick so he could slam it into her guts again.
Ann couldn't believe it. The horrible prick hurt almost as much pulling out as it had fucking in. She wanted to yell at Travis to keep it still - to leave it buried motionless in her asshole - but her mouth couldn't form the words. All she could do was scream and wail and shriek as the whole lower part of her body was shocked by the raping of her virgin shit-hole.
Finally, only the bulging cock-head was left in her shitter, and Ann gasped at the terrible pressure her ass-ring suffered from being shoved all out of shape. Then, in an instant, the entire cock was fucked back inside her ass, and the room was filled with the shocking screams of agony of ass-raped woman again.
It took a dozen hard, grating strokes of the thick cock before her shit-hole began to loosen, but finally her guts were pounded into submission and her ass-ring started to succumb.
Greased by the cunt-juices that had been on the prick-shaft, the cock stirred up the woman's natural ass-juices, which combined to allow the prick to glide. Although her shit-hole was still tighter than any pussy would ever be, it no longer felt like it was ripping each time the cock fucked inside.
"That's right!" Travis growled downed at his tormented wife. "Open up that asshole and let me fuck you clear into your guts!"
Ann moaned. Her ass-ring had surrendered and everything inside her had been pushed out of the way. Now the prick hammered her, the cock-head reaching up to her abdomen, as she was brutally ass-fucked for the first time in her life. Once again, the inexperienced young woman had been proved completely wrong - asshole as well as pussy would stretch to accommodate the hard-fucking cock inside.
As she leaned on her face and grunted with each brutal stroke, she could feel the swollen cock-head rub along the inside of her ass walls. There was only a thin membrane separating the pit of her ass from her cunt-hole, and the motion in her shitter began to agitate the jangling nerves of her pussy. Strangely, she felt her cunt-juices begin to flow, greasing down her pussy and even leaking out onto the be. Her whole insides were shocked by the ass-fucking prick, but somehow the violent action was turning on her juices as if she was being fucked in the cunt.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Ann grunted into the mattress as the cock-thrusts came harder and faster. Her poor asshole began to suffer an even more violent beating as the prick began to throb. Liquid heat blasted far up into her guts, and she knew that her husband's balls were emptying wads of spunk into the third fuck-hole of the night. Ann realized that his mastery over her was complete.
Chapter 4
"At least she has a tight cunt-hole," Travis' father said, and Ann's face and tits turned red with shame.
She stood there naked and trembling with her hands handcuffed behind her back as Jason Bradley probed around her cunt-hole with a finger. The tip of the finger wormed viciously around, then pressed hard against the cunt wall below the muscles of her abdomen. Ann could feel the long fingernail nudge against the cunt-meat and she froze, trying to will herself to stop trembling before the movement made the fingernail slice into her inner pussy-flesh.
"Well, I guess tight cunt is better than nothing!" The man finally grunted and pulled his long finger out of Ann's cunt. "It should have shown a hell of a lot more respect for your elders, boy, if you'd let my prick bloody her cherry instead of yours!"
His remarks rolled easily off Travis, who sat nonchalantly eating three easy-over eggs for breakfast. Around the table with Ann's new husband were his father and mother, and a younger sister and brother. At the far end of the table sat an old man who looked like he was a least ninety. Earlier, Jason Bradley had addressed the old man as dad, so he must have been Travis' grandfather, Ann thought.
Ann had begged desperately for clothing when Travis had awakened her that morning and told her that it was time to meet the family. But he informed her that a new wife wasn't allowed to wear anything around the house, except on special occasions, until everyone had accepted her as one of the Bradley's.
When Ann had continued to protest, Travis had kicked her squarely on her bare ass, knocking her face-down onto the bed. Then he had crawled on top of her, handcuffed her hands behind her back, pulled her back up and led her off to breakfast. The only relief she found that morning was in discovering that the tablecloth had been changed from the one stained by her pussy-juices and cherry blood.
She was humiliated by being led naked before Travis' family, but the people around the table hardly even noticed. She had been ordered to stand quietly against the wall until she was told to move, then everyone had proceeded to eat breakfast. The first to finish had been Jason Bradley, and he called her over to see what kind of wife his son had married. The first thing he had checked out was the tightness of her cunt, and he seemed fairly pleased.
Jason Bradley's hair had only recently begun to turn gray, and that was the only sign that he was a generation older than his son. The silver now interlacing his hair was highlighted by a natural color as dark as that of Travis, and the older man also had the same strong facial Sutures. The steel-gray eyes must have been a family trait, since Jason had stared at her pussy with a pair like Travis'. He was a large man, Ann could tell that even with him sitting down - an very few of his muscles had gone slack. Sitting there in a shirt, tie and jacket, he looked every bit as healthy and virile as his son, and Ann knew that probably meant bad news for her.
To Jason's right sat Ruth, Jason's wife and Travis' mother. Her hair unmarked by gray, a soft auburn tingeing toward red, and her body was trim, tight and well-developed. Many a younger woman in her early twenties would have been envious of Ruth's body, and Ann realized she had little over the older woman when it came to the shapeliness of her tits and ass.
Across the table from Ruth and Travis were the youngest of the Bradley's. George was the eldest of the two, but both he and his sister, Teresa, were obviously younger than Ann. She hadn't expected any young people to be present, and it had made her naked body turn scarlet with shame.
"Well, what do you think of her, Dad?" Travis casually asked his father, cleaning up the last of his eggs before shoving his plate toward the center of the table. Ann gulped, feeling totally degraded as she listened to them discuss her like livestock in a barn.
"Who knows?" the older man growled. "I'll have to try her out myself! One thing for sure is that she has a hell of a set of lungs, because her screams kept me awake half the night!"
Ann groaned to herself. Last night, she had been worried about whether she could be heard, and apparently the whole family had been able to hear. For a second, she was so embarrassed about it that she didn't realize the Jason was talking about fucking her.
"And you, George - what do you think?" Jason asked his younger brother. That shocked Ann even more.
The boys voice was excited as he answered. "My cock's already hard from looking at her tits and ass!"
George grinned across the table. Ann was so ashamed that she wanted to turn and run, but she knew there was nowhere for her to go.
"Teresa?"
"Do you think she'll like hairless cunt?" the girl asked.
The people around the table broke out in loud laughter. Ann was shocked beyond belief. It seemed that everyone in the family was planning to abuse her in some evil way, and it seemed perfectly alright with Travis. He apparently was even encouraging it by asking all of their opinions.
Her husband turned to the old, descript man at the end of the table. In the grandfather's weak grasp was a spoon built like a ladle. He used it to eat from a bowl.
"How about you, Grandpa?" Travis asked. "Do you have anything to say about all this?"
"Fucking oatmeal's cold as ice!" the man muttered. It was all that any of them could coax out of his ancient mouth.
"And finally, what about you, Mother?" Jason asked, turning to the woman sitting beside him.
"We'll see," Ruth Bradley said sternly. "We'll certainly see!"
It was the last comment which frightened Ann the most. The sound of the other woman's voice mad he blood chill. There was a certainty that Ann could read in the words that sounded like the voice of doom.
"That first question, I think, is how is she at sucking cock?" Jason Bradley suddenly proclaimed, a look of determination on his face.
"I'm not really sure," Travis said, turning toward his father. "I had her checked out and she doesn't have any experience except for last night. And that wasn't fair a best. After I made her lick my prick and mouth my balls, I simply fucked her face."
Ann moaned. Her face burned and, when she looked down, she could began moving back, toward the door. But before she reached it, the door opened and the butler, William, shoved her harshly toward the table.
"Then I suppose it's time we better start checking out whether she has the material to become a Bradley," Jason said calmly, and turned the from of his chair out from under the table. He pushed the linen napkin out of his lap to the floor and Ann was stunned to see that he wore absolutely nothing below the waist. Eating breakfast there with his family, the man's cock had been jutting up obscenely from his hairy balls. And now that he had turned the chair, the lewd prick pointed up in Ann's direction as if it had somehow searched out her naked flesh.
Ann glanced desperately over at her husband, but he seemed totally unconcerned. Next her eyes sought out Jason's wife, but there was just mild interest in Ruth's eyes. Even the youngest pair of Bradley's seemed completely unsurprised that their father's cock would be naked beneath the breakfast table. And, at the other end of the long table, the old man ignored them all as he spooned cold oatmeal into his mouth.
William, the butler, gave her a shove. Ann fell to her knees right in front of Jason Bradley's legs as he spread his thighs wide. Ann squealed in frustration at the sight of the cock already hard and waiting for her mouth, and she once again glanced over at her husband. There was a look of horror on the young newlywed's face as she pleaded frantically with her husband to make this horrible game stop.
Instead of responding to her pleas, Travis turned toward the butler.
"William," he said, "will you be so kind as to go into my bedroom and bring me the belt I left on top of the dresser. It seems my wife is being a little bitchy and is going to need another lesson in doing what she had been told!"
"Yes, sir," William said, and quickly left the room.
Ann shuddered when he left, knowing what would happen when he returned. The only way she could keep from receiving another beating when the butler came back with the belt was to have her father-in-law's cock sucked lewdly and deeply into her mouth. She would have been willing to suffer the beating, if only it would have kept her from having to suck Jason's horny prick. But she knew that she would still be compelled to suck it even after she had been thrashed, so she scooted forward on her knees until her face hovered above the man's jerking cock.
Slowly her lips parted and she took the swollen, purple cock-head into her mouth. When she closed her lips tightly around it, she was sucking the second cock in her life. But this one wasn't covered with dried blood and pussy-juice from fucking out her own cunt, In fact, there was very little taste at all to the long fuck-shaft in her mouth.
Ann's face moved downward, driving the cock-head to the back of her mouth. Her jaws were pried open by the thickness of the throbbing meat, and the piss-slit jammed against her tonsils. Suddenly, she realized that she was in control of the mouth fucking, so she pulled her head back and felt the cock-head run over her teeth. The Saliva ran thickly inside her mouth and had covered the length of the prick until it glistened from her spit.
"Tighter, girl!" Jason growled as he thrust forward with his naked ass. "A Bradley woman knows to suck hard on family cock!"
She could feel their stares on her as she closed down around the prick with her mouth. Her tongue molded itself along the thick cock-shaft as she sucked the cock back in. Sucking it like a thick straw, her cheeks pressed in from the sides, Ann began to bob up and down with her head. She didn't know much about cock-sucking, but she was determined to avoid another terrible beating.
Jason Bradley laughed and glanced over at his son. "You sure this bitch was a virgin in all of her fuck-holes? She's sucking my cock like she's been doing it all of her life!"
"Never had a prick in her anywhere," Travis said proudly. "I had detectives check that out completely. They even talked to the doctor that gave her a premarital exam. Maybe she was just born to be a Bradley, Father. She certainly had the mouth for it, doesn't she?"
Ann's face was completely red as she sucked her father-in-law's cock. Even her tits were burning with humiliation as she heard them talking about her like a piece of meat that had no other use in the world than to please their terrible pricks. She had already been shamed enough to last her the rest of her life, and her body was still sore from Travis' abuse the previous night.
But the horror of the humiliation and degradation she was being forced to endure just seemed to go on and on as she knelt there naked with a prick stuffing her mouth. The older man's wife, and even his young children, were casually looking on as she pistoned her face up and down on the hard, swollen cock.
"Maybe I ought to feed her a load of cum!" Jason groaned. "Has the bitch had anything to eat this morning?"
"Not a bite," Travis said, and Ann's empty stomach rumbled in agreement.
"Then let's feed her a little protein!" Jason laughed deeply in his gut as his hand snarled into Ann's hair and began yanking her head back and forth on his prick.
Within a couple of minutes, the hard cock was swelling inside Ann's mouth, and, a few seconds later, thick wads of cum blasted out to cover her tonsils. Ann had no option but to swallow it down, and it seemed like a whole cup of sticky stuff was in her stomach before jerking, erupting prick managed to settle down. Finally, Jason sighed and yanked her mouth off his prick by pulling up on her hair. When the cock emerged from her lips, the long prick-shaft glistened from a coating of her spit.
"Oh, do be neat, my dear," Ruth Bradley said disapprovingly. "There's cum leaking out of the corners of your mouth. Use your tongue like a napkin, since there's nothing I dislike more than someone who's sloppy when they're eating."
Ann looked at the older woman. The young newlywed woman was completely baffled by the strange family into which she had been married. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore, and she wondered whether it was all a bad dream. But the ache in her knees and the taste of hot cum in her mouth reminded her that everything was brutally real.
"Mother," Travis said, "as long as she's on her knees, you might as well check her out too."
"What about us?" George and Teresa chimed in together.
Their mother turned sternly to the young pair. "Later," she said sharply. "Children must learn to wait their turn!"
Ann gaped, her jaw open, not truly believing what was going on. It was her naked flesh that the family members were talking about, almost as if she was a treat to be passed out.
"William," Ruth said, rising to her feet, "will you turn my chair for me?"
The butler silently moved in. As Ann watched, William positioned the chair less than two feet in front of where she knelt. Then Ruth moved over, brushing pasted the naked Ann to sit down in the chair like it was a throne. She pulled her feet up into the chair. Her heels locked against the wooden arms, then her ass scooted forward as she pulled the hem of her long gown up over her waist.
Ann looked at the gaping, hairy pussy that appeared right in front of her face. Ruth's ass was shoved to the front of the chair, her knees spread wide, positioning her pussy for her daughter-in-law to eat.
"No!" Ann cried, revolted by what was going on.
Sucking prick at least had the rationalization that it was something to do to a man, but now she was being expected to eat out the cunt-hole of another woman. Even the girls at school hadn't whispered about everything so perverted, and Ann would have never believed that something so lewd could actually happen. She was shocked so badly that she didn't even try to back away as she stared at the glistening, red-haired pussy.
"William, I guess she will have to be persuaded," Ruth said calmly to the butler.
"Do you wish to do so?" the butler as Travis, who sat near his mother and looked on. "No, William, you go ahead," Ann's husband said. "My arm's still a bit tired from whipping her ass last night."
"Aaeeiii!" Ann screamed when the belt lashed across her back. A scarlet line of angry red fire was etched into her skin.
"Goddamn!" the old man at the end of the table grumbled as he noisily dropped his spoon. "Can't you let an old man eat in peace?"
The belt struck again. The old man picked up his spoon and began to eat oatmeal again. The brutal blow across her shoulders drove Ann forward, and she would have fallen to the floor on her face if her nose hadn't buried into Ruth's pussy instead. She sucked wet air down into her chest, the thick smell of cunt-juices heavily musky as they swarmed into her nose.
The pain from the ripping belt told Ann what she must do. She caught her balance again on her knees, then opened her mouth and leaned down to lick her tongue through the juicy cunt.
Ruth's cunt tasted completely different from prick. There was a tantalizing tangy taste that swarmed through Ann's mouth. The flavor, however, had a faint sweetness that made it intriguing, much stronger and sexier than the hard cocks she'd eaten before. Her tongue licked the entire length of the cunt-slit, until its tip found a shaft of hard flesh at the top. Surprised, Ann worked the bud out of its folds, and realized with sudden awareness that the thing was a clit. It was like a small cock and, not knowing what else to do, she sucked it into her lips as if it were really a prick.
"Well, well, Son!" Ruth Bradley murmured, turning her head toward Travis. "I think your father's correct - this new wife of yours seems to naturally know what to do! Already she's sucking my clit like she's been eating pussy all of her life!"
Ann wanted to die. She wanted to yank her face from Ruth's leaking pussy and scream out against the lewdness, but she knew that the massive butler lurked somewhere behind her with the belt ready in his hand. Any defiance now would only lead to a savage beating which wouldn't gain her a thing. She knew she'd end up eating pussy after the belt had done its work. So the tormented young woman continued to suck on her mother-in-law's clit.
She slurped, humiliated by the pussy-eating sounds that she knew were echoing around the room. She could see that the two youngest Bradley's had walked around the table to get a better look at their new cunt-sucking mother-in-law.
"Look at that mouth work!" George cried, excitement thick in his voice.
"She' sucking mommies clit like a cock!" Teresa giggled, and Ann's whole body colored in shame.
"Now, my dear," Ruth said as if instructing a schoolgirl, "lick up and down my pussy-slit, then flick your tongue into my cunt-hole."
Ann almost gagged on her disgrace. Pussy-juices leaked thickly into the back of her mouth and she had to swallow them down. The hot pouring of the woman's cunt joined the cum from Jason's cock in her stomach. Ann's tongue licked along the pussy-slit as all of them watched, then she fucked her tongue far up the older woman's cunt.
"Now fuck it back and forth while I cum on your face," Ruth said.
Ann could do nothing but comply. Her arms were handcuffed behind her back, she was as naked as sin, and she was surrounded by members of the family. Her tongue pistoned in the hot, juicy pussy as the woman's cunt-hole began to flow. More and more of the thick fuck-juices were pouring out into Ann's mouth. Some of the wetness ran out of the corners of her mouth and down over her chin, to flow down onto her neck and tits.
"Yes!" Ruth hissed, and she humped into her daughter-in-law's face.
Juices spurted and splashed into Ann's mouth, and the tortured young woman gulped the streaming cunt-cream down her throat until her tonsils were completely awash. The pussy in her face was trembling and spasming, as she drove her curled tongue far into its depths.
Chapter 5
"I want to see her asshole!" George exclaimed as he stood next to where Ann knelt nakedly on the floor with cunt-juice still wet on her face, chest and tits. Only a minute had passed since his mother had fucked his sister-in-law's face.
"Oh, silly!" Teresa, giggled girlishly beside him as she leaned wantonly back against the edge of the breakfast table. She turned to the rest of the family. "George is always wanting to look at assholes! He had me on my face and knees last night on his bed for almost a whole hour as he looked at my puckered little shitter! He said I had to do it or he wouldn't let me suck his cock!"
Ann groaned deeply and wanted to sink into the floor. No matter how bad she thought things were, the humiliations just seemed to keep getting worse. Even the younger members of the family were now talking about her as if she was just a piece of meat for all them to paw and fuck. There didn't seem to be any pause in the torment. Her mouth still ran hot with the taste of pussy, and Ruth was just covering her cunt by dropping her gown back over her legs. Ann had hoped that she would get a little respite after pleasing both Travis' mother and father with the fuck-hole of her mouth.
"Goddamn oatmeal's still cold! The old man at the end of the table muttered as he spooned more of the clammy stuff into his mouth. Dribbles of oatmeal clung to the stubbled whiskers of his chin.
"Up on your feet," Travis said, and the butler's large hands pushed under her armpits. William's strong arms hauled Ann up until she was standing on her feet.
"Now lean over," Travis said, and his wife reluctantly complied. Her head dipped almost to her knees as her ass pushed higher into the air.
"Your hands are already back there my dear," Ruth said, less stern now that her pussy had been eaten. "Just twist them around until your fingers can hold open the crack of your ass. George wants to look at your asshole, and you wouldn't want to disappoint the children on your first day here with the family."
Ann was almost consumed by the shame. Groaning in embarrassment, she twisted her arms in the metal bracelets and used her long, slender fingers to pry open the crack of her ass. She felt the flesh inside the crease tighten as it was stretched, and her tiny asshole puckered out even farther. Already, her poor shitter had been abused by Travis' cock, and now she was being forced to show it to his brother.
"Oh, wow!" George exclaimed. "Her asshole is as tiny as Teresa's! Travis, I thought you said you fucked your cock up her shitter in the bedroom last night?"
"I did, boy," Travis said. "You ought to know by now that assholes shrink back to size. It'll take more than one fuck to stretch a shitter that tight out of shape."
"And she has so much cunt-hair!" Teresa gasped as she stepped up and ran her small hand over Ann's cunt. "Not as much as mommy, but it's still too much! I wish her pussy was as bald as mine so I'd know how eating out a slick one would feel!"
Ann gasped as George's hand touched her, then a finger fucked into her ass. It poked far up into her guts. Ann felt her ass-ring close down around the spearing finger as it pistoned back and forth in her asshole.
"It's tight!" George cried in an excited voice. "I bet it would even squeeze a prick as thin as mine!"
"I'm sure of it!" Travis laughed at the enthusiasm of his younger brother. He got great satisfaction out of sharing his new wife with all of the members of his family. He knew that Ann would have to meet all of their approval, and, so far, everything had gone exceptionally well. He was confident that he had made the right choice in this inexperienced young woman.
"Can I do it?" George asked excitedly. "Can I ass-fuck her now?"
"Dear," his mother said, "our guest hasn't even eaten. She's already sucked cock and cunt-hole, so maybe it's time we allowed her to dine."
"Nonsense!" Jason Bradley exclaimed. "All of it can be done at the same time! We can even let little Teresa get in on the action before she sulks herself to death!"
The young girl's pout turned immediately into a grin of excitement. She had been disappointed when had been made to get out of the way while her brother finger-fucked Ann's ass. Now her father had given her a chance to participate, and her eagerness returned again.
"How, Daddy, how?" she asked, almost too excited to stand still. Her little cunt was wet from watching the cock-sucking and cunt lapping forced on Ann, and Teresa wanted in on the fun.
"You get to be the breakfast plate,' her father said, and for a second, the young girl frowned. Then, suddenly she realized what he was talking about and she giggled with glee. Quickly she stripped out of all of her clothes and crawled up to lie on her back atop the table. Her little ass was positioned right at the edge of the table and her legs draped down into an empty chair.
Ann could hear the noise, but didn't know for sure what was going on. All she was aware of was the boy's long finger pistoning inside her ass. Blood had run down profusely into her head with her face held down to her knees, and the tormented young woman was becoming dizzy and knew she would soon fall on her face. But before she did, George's finger pulled out of her shit-hole and she was tugged erect. When she was turned back to the table, she gasped at what she saw.
Teresa, the youngest Bradley, was naked and flat on her back atop the table. She was rubbing scrambled eggs onto her tiny tits. All down the front of the small, naked body, eggs and gravy had been smeared. And on her cunt mound, which didn't have a single hair, more food was thickly caked. But what stunned Ann more than anything else was the thick breakfast sausage peeking out from the girl's tiny cunt-hoe. It had been shoved nearly all the way inside, and it held her pretty pink pussy-lips spread wide apart.
"I'm ready, Daddy!" the girl cried excitedly. "I'm ready for Ann to eat breakfast!" Jason, Ruth and Travis Bradley roared with laughter, but George was still too turned on by Ann's naked ass.
"It's not fair!" the youth complained. "Can't I fuck her ass? Huh? Huh?"
"Tomorrow my fucking oatmeal had better be warm!" the old man at the end of the table grumbled as he dropped his spoon into his bowl. He lifted his face an scowled down the length of the table. "What's going on? What the fuck's happening?"
"Nothing, Grandpa!" Travis laughed. "Everybody's just getting acquainted with my new wife!"
"Getting so a fucking man can't eat breakfast in peace!" the eldest Bradley grumbled, and began wiping oatmeal from his chin with one crooked finger. He glared at his greasy fingertip held an inch or two in front of his eyes, then he jammed it into his mouth.
"don't get excited," Jason Bradley said to George. "You can have her asshole while she's eating both her breakfast and Teresa with her mouth."
Ann began to squeal in frustration and bounce tensely on her feet. Everything was moving so terribly fast. She knew that she was being forced into new perversions she hadn't even known existed before. Beside her, George was laughing and quickly stripping out of his clothes. The youth was as tall as Ann and the hard cock that sprang from his crotch was as long as any she had seen. But his young prick hadn't yet grown as thick as his father's of brother's.
"Put her on her knees in the chair," Jason Bradley said to the butler, and William moved in and grabbed Ann from behind. He forced her up onto the chair at the side of the table on her knees. Leaning over Teresa's small, naked, food covered body.
In horror, Ann looked down at the food smeared skin. She suddenly realized that she was expected to eat from the young girl's body, perhaps even to gnaw the sausage from her cunt.
"No!" she shrieked, bending her neck back.
"William!" Jason cried sternly.
The wicked belt brutalized Ann's ass again. New searing agony added to the previous torture to make her ass feel like it was being torn apart. Sobbing in demented frustration, Ann let her face fall to the girl's naked body.
Ann gasped when her mouth closed over one of Teresa's small tits. Covering the succulent little nub was a thick coating of scrambled eggs. Ann's mouth gathered the food in a sifted it around before swallowing it down her throat. It hit her stomach, which was empty except for the male cum and pussy-juices, and suddenly her guts were rumbling for more.
She leaned carefully, unable to brace herself, because her hands were cuffed behind her back. Slowly, her face turned to Teresa's flesh, and her mouth opened again and closed over on tiny tit. Although most of the eggs were gone, there were remnants to be captured. The girl groaned with pleasure as Ann released the tit-bud and licked again and again across one bulging nipple. Then her tongue was on the move, crossing the girl's chest as it picked up food from the skin. Then her mouth closed over Teresa's other tiny tit. She sucked egg from it, pulling the swollen nipple, between her teeth as she gulped the food down her throat.
Ann's stomach purred in pleasure, so great was its need for nourishment. And there was something else in what was going on that seemed to add an intensity to the taste. Ann wondered whether it was something from the girl's skin.
The tormented woman realized then that she was still sucking on the girl's tiny tit long after the food was gone. Embarrassed that her mouth had lingered so long, Ann's lips and tongue began to wander again. Everywhere they went, her lips encountered the eggs and gravy that Teresa had rubbed into her skin. Ann gobbled it up from the breakfast plate of the young girl's body, and the more she ate, the more she craved.
It took several pounding blows for the fist on top of her ass before Ann realized that she was being beaten. Hazily, she realized what was desired and she lowered her ass closer to her heels. The new position brought her ass crease down in line with George's lusty prick, and he used his fingers to spread his sister-in-law's ass cheeks wide. There, staring out at him, was her small, puckered shit-hole, and the sight made his prick leap in added excitement.
There was nothing the boy liked more than fucking a shitter, and his brother had brought home one of the prettiest ones he had ever seen. The skin around the closed mouth of the hole was wrinkled tightly, the creases pointing inward like arrows to the bull's-eye of her ass. He reached over onto the table and took a handful of butter, which he rubbed furiously onto his prick. When the cock-head and shaft glistened with the grease, he used one hand to line up his throbbing prick with the puckered mouth of Ann's ass. The cock-head pressed firmly against the closed hole as it readied itself to fuck inside.
"Corn-hole her," his mother said as she dropped onto her knees at his side to see her son's prick sliding into her daughter-in-law' shit-hole. She reached in and took his cock-shaft in her fingers, freeing both.
"Fuck her guts!" Jason gasped.
He stood and proudly watched his youngest son. He had a good view of the cock-head poised at the doorway to the woman's guts, and he intended on watching the prick fuck into the shit-hole.
Travis stepped up next to Jason. Now almost the whole family was involved in the fucking of Ann's ass. Only Teresa, on her back with her body being licked, and the old men weren't watching when George's cock-head fucked into Ann's waiting ass.
"Oh!" Ann cried when the prick pierced her shitter.
But the narrowness of George's prick kept her asshole from being overly tortured, and at the time, she was too involved with eating from the young girl's naked skin to worry about her shitter being fucked. As long inches of George's prick, fucked through her ass-ring and into her guts, Ann's face dipped back down to Teresa's naked, food-covered flesh.
There was gravy in the young girl's navel. Ann's tongue wormed into the shallow pit and licked the gravy out. Teresa squirmed under Ann's face feeling like the woman's tongue was fucking into her belly. She was so excited that she had trouble keeping the sausage from squirting out of her naked little cunt, but she wanted to save that for when Ann's mouth closed over the lips of her pussy.
Ann's tongue trailed onto the bald cunt mound. Her mouth was on the way to the girl's pussy-hole and nothing else seemed to matter, not even the long cock that was fucking strongly into her shitter.
George was grinning with pleasure. He had been right - his new sister-in-law's asshole was tiny enough to squeeze even his thin prick. Her ass-ring felt like a tight metal band running up and down his cock-shaft as it fucked into the woman's guts. He glanced down, watching her asshole swallow his cock - and again, sucking at it like a mouth as he pulled his prick out for another thrust inside.
"Yes!" his mother hissed as she sat on the floor and reached under him to squeeze on his balls. Every time he fucked into Ann's asshole, Ruth's hand rolled his balls together, and that made his prick seem even bigger as it throbbed inside Ann's shitter.
"We've trained that boy well," Jason said proudly to his eldest son as he watched the raping of his daughter-in-law's tight ass. His own cock-ached with lust as it hardened and poked out beneath the bottom of his shirt.
"Like father, like son." Travis grinned, and the both of them laughed.
Teresa groaned as Ann's lips closed over the small pussy. Immediately, the sausage fucked up the tiny cunt-hole at the same time. She chewed and swallowed and parted her teeth again to take more of the sausage out of the young girl's cunt. With the next bite, the delicate pussy-juices were even thicker, and they were a sauce to add intense flavor to the meat. Ann ate, eager for more, as sausage was fed to her from Teresa's pouting fuck-hole.
"Oh wow!" George exclaimed as his prick hardened even more. "Squeeze my balls tight, Mother! Make them hurt while I ass fuck Travis' bitch!"
Ruth went her son one better than that. She shifted around until her face was between his legs, then she reached up and gobbled his hot balls into her mouth. The whole fleshy sac tightened in her oral grasp. She could almost taste the cum that was building up from his balls getting ready to blast into Ann's shit-hole.
George's cock was raging in Ann's ass. But the newlywed woman was so excited that she no longer cared. The Sausage was now all eaten and down in her stomach, but she till kept her mouth glued to the young girl's bald cunt. Her tongue flashed around in the greasy little cunt slit, then slid up inside the cunt-hole that had once held the food she had just eaten.
"Her I cum!" George bellowed in his youthful voice, and his cock-head blasted his jism far into Ann's shitter. Again and again, the narrow prick pounded, rocketing new loads of spunk at the end of each long stroke.
Teresa's cunt was pouring fuck-juices into Ann's sucking mouth as the young girl orgasmed harder than she ever had in her life. Ann gathered every drop of the cunt-cream in the back of her mouth and swallowed it on down to her pleasantly filled stomach. She was only dimly aware that her ass was being filled with cum, and she knew even less about the people who stood around and watched. Ruth and gotten up from between her sons' legs, looked from ass raping cock to well-eaten pussy hole, and decided that her youngsters were doing well.
Ruth, too, wanted a chance to eat out a cunt-hole, but, much like her husband, she was willing to wait, since she knew there would be plenty of time.
After all, she thought with a smile, there was no where for the young captive woman to go.
Chapter 6
The torture earlier that morning had certainly been bad enough; but what was happening now almost made Ann look back longingly on the lewd breakfast. At least that torture had been sexual, with humiliation blended in, but now her situation was one of excruciating pain.
After breakfast, William had taken her from the dining room and led her down dim hallways then down a winding stone staircase to the deep depths of the mansion. There, a dungeon-like basement had waited with new promises of torment and shame.
Ann's arms and shoulders now ached from supporting her weight in a set of chains anchored to a pulley high over her head. Her wrists were sore from the metal clamps that bound them, and the skin had started to chafe.
She hung naked in the middle of the vast basement, her legs draped downward, her bare toes only just touching the floor. At first, she had been - when William had left her alone, but now it had been at least two hours and it seems like long, lonely days had passed in pain. Somewhere above her, she knew, on the main levels of the mansion, the Bradley clan was going on about its collective life while Ann was bound in what passed for their dungeon.
She groaned, trying to lift herself in the chains. She couldn't decide whether it hurt worse with her arms straight or bent. When she dangled down with her arms straight, the pressure felt like it would tear her shoulders from their joints. But when she lifted herself to bend her elbows, her muscles quickly weakened and began to cramp horribly. So she let them go straight and dangled, for a while, looking down at her tits. There were Stew bruises on the mounds and the size for the tips of fingers. Sweat leaked down across the tops of her tits. Their perspiration drew marks on her chin, neck and chest through the dried pussy-juice left by Ruth Bradley and her daughter.
And this time Ann's groan was one of deep shame rather than of pain. Wallowing in the strong sense of guilt she'd carded through all of her life, she knew that what she had felt up in the dining room when she was eating Teresa's pussy was terribly, terribly wrong.
When Ann had licked the young girl's body, it hadn't been only food that excited her. Unwittingly, she had found herself responding to a driving lust. By the time she had pressed her mouth over the pouting, hairless pussy-hole, she hadn't given a damn about eating the sausage, and even less about George fucking her hard in the ass. She had eaten the sausage out of Teresa's cunt to get it out of the way so she could furiously suck and tongue-fuck the little pussy-hole until it had climaxed right into her face.
Behind Ann, a door opened, casting a soft light into the dim room. The sudden noise startled Ann and she jerked furiously in the chains, Then she realized someone was in the dungeon-like basement with her, and she almost cried out with relief.
"Thank goodness!" she exclaimed. "Oh, please, take me down!"
Candle-like lights into the walls suddenly lit. The door slammed with a loud snap. But then silence. No voice or vision told her who had entered.
"I'll be good!" Ann cried, trying to twist in her chains to look back over her shoulder.
Her wrists were scraped by the clamps and her shoulders felt like they were pulled out of joints, but she still couldn't see. And the silence grew to a threat.
"I'll do whatever you say!" she gasped, becoming more frightened by the second.
The relief that had flooded through her when she heard the door open was completely gone now, and the possibility of rescue had turned black and grim.
"Oh, please" she cried again, chills running down her spine. "I'll suck your cock and lick your balls, and even beg you to fuck cock up my ass!" Then, realizing there was no assurance that the visitor was male, she added: "I'll tongue-fuck your pussy-hole and worship it until my belly is full of your juices! Please let me down and "I'll lick your tits until you can't sit.
But there was no response except for the click of hard leather heels on the stone floor. Someone was approaching her naked body from the rear.
"I'll do anything!" Ann wailed, almost out of her mind with fear. The muteness was more threatening than harsh words could ever be. "Just give me a cock r cunt to suck! Oh, please, please!"
When a voice finally curled around from behind her, it offered no relief.
"Oh, you'll do all of that bitch!" Ruth Bradley whispered. "You'll even eat shit out of my asshole if that's what I decide you will do!"
Ann's mother-in-law stepped around in front of Ann's naked, trembling body. Ann gasped, and her fright peaked even higher when she saw how the older woman was dressed. Gone now was the calm matron of the family who had presided in a robe over breakfast that morning. Here now, instead, was the most wicked-looking individual Ann had ever seen in her life, and the sight scared her so much that her bladder let go and she pissed down the insides of her legs, Hot, stinging piss streamed from her cunt-hole to wash down both thighs. The piss ran down past her knees and ankles to splash loudly from her heels onto the stone floor.
The older woman was dressed was dressed completely in black leather, from the thick, spiked collar around her neck, down to the boots with heels at least six inches high. Long leather gloves reached up past her elbows, and the tops of the boots were high above her knees. Parts of the fingers and palms were cut out of the gloves to give her a firm grip on whatever she might hold, and there were sharp metal studs positioned on her knuckles.
The leather garment that clutched tightly at her body was unlike anything Ann had ever seen. It had thick straps that crossed the shoulders, but circular holes for the tits had been cut out. The firm, succulent tits of the older woman shoved through to poke hard, deeply roughed nipples out into the room. Against the blackness of the leather, the tit-flesh was remarkably creamy, like white cakes with cherries on top.
The leather covered her stomach as well as the sides of her hips, but there was no crotch at all to the garment. The hole in the leather between her legs circled upward in front to reveal the full bush of fiery cunt hair that Ann had been forced to bury her face into. And when her mother-in-law turned around to go to a cabinet built into one wall, Ann could see the woman's full ass-cheeks rubbing together as Ruth walked.
Ann could feel the sadistic waves flowing through the room from Ruth Bradley. Every inch of Ann's naked body trembled and began to ache just from seeing the horrible woman.
The cabinet door opened and a long, snaky whip was taken out. Its handle fitted into Ruth's hand like it had been made for her grasp. As she carried it back over toward her frightened, naked daughter-in-law, she let the lash ripple on the floor and trail along behind.
"Now, cunt!" Ruth spat into Ann's face when she stepped up to within inches of her daughter-in-law's bound body. "There's a few things you're going to have to learn! And one of them is that you're here for the pleasure of the family and not for your own! Nobody told you that you could enjoy yourself when you were eating my little girl's pussy!"
"Oh no, but I didn't!" Ann cried. "I was just hungry! I had to eat!"
"Filthy liar!" Ruth hissed and slammed an open palm against the side of Ann's naked body.
The skin stung from the blow and mad Ann grimace in pain.
"Now we're going to start out little conversation all over again!" Ruth said as Ann gasped air into her lungs. "You were told to lick food off her body and eat out Teresa's cunt-hole, but nobody told you that your own pussy could go slick!"
"I couldn't help it!" Ann sobbed, her chin falling to her chest. "I'm so terribly, terribly ashamed!"
"You ought to be," Ruth said sternly. "You're not allowed to enjoy eating pussy or cock in this family until you're accepted as a Bradley woman!"
Ann's mind whirled. She had meant she was humiliated over eating pussy at all, but the older woman seemed to be telling her that her guilt should have come from enjoying eating cunt-hole too soon. Apparently, the family thought it was perfectly okay to snack on hard cock and leaking pussy as long as you were an accepted family member.
"So you're going to have to be punished like a little bitch dog!" Ruth hissed into Ann's face.
Ann groaned, fully aware of what the punishment would entail. Her mother-in-law hadn't taken the whip from the closet to draw pictures in the dust on the floor, and it didn't take a genius to understand that.
"Don't use the whip!" The young newlywed pleaded with her mother-in-law. "Please don't beat me and I'll do everything that you say! I'll even promise to cry and hate it when you make me eat out your cunt!"
"You still don't understand, do you?" Ruth asked. "Whether you agree to it or not, you're going to do all those things anyway, bitch! Your offer doesn't mean a thing! You're going to cunt-lick and be beaten, and you better get used to that! Right now, I'm going to whip your naked flesh raw for enjoying yourself this morning, then I'm going to take you down and piss all over your face!"
"Noooo!" Ann moaned as Ruth backed away from her and moved around out of sight.
The frightened, bound woman could hear the whip rustle on the stone, then snap up and cut through the air before it lashed across the back of her waist.
"Aaaeeeiii!" Ann screamed, her body thrashing in the chains.
A Horrible, burning pain drew a scarlet line into her flesh. The next lash came across her naked ass, searing both of the ass-cheeks at the same time.
"I can't stand it!" Ann shrieked, feeling a pain she'd never even known existed. "Please don't hit me again! It's torturing me!"
"You'll stand it, all right!" Ruth shouted as her right arm cocked the whip again. "The whip and a whole lot more before I'll ever accept your nasty cunt in the Bradley family!"
The lash branded Ann again. The blow crashing into her ass. The scarlet lines in her skin criss-crossed. Pathways all around the back of her body were being cut by the evil blackness of the whip. Again and again the brutal thing bit and tormented her as Ruth snapped the lash with all of her strength. When the whip sliced across Ann's upper back, the tip wrapped around her side and snapped savagely against the side of her naked left tit, making the mound bounce violently all around her chest.
Then, when several seconds went by without another slashing blow, Ann hoped withal of her heart that the savage beating was finally over. But Ruth was simply changing positions to one where she could lash the front of her daughter-in-law's body.
When Ann saw her husband's mother standing slightly to the side and aiming the whip at her tits, she began screaming at the top of her lungs. But all of the screaming in the world couldn't stop the bite of the terrible whip. It cut cross both of her tits, savaging both of her nipples at the same time. Ann was sure the tit-nubs had been torn from her flesh, and she was surprised to see them angry and red, brutalized and beaten, but still obviously in place. In horror, she watched the next lash land and slice across the skin of her stomach. Immediately, a scarlet line erupted on her belly.
And still the beating went on as the young woman continued to wail. Again and again, her tits and stomach were lashed, then the whip moved down onto the fronts of her legs. But finally the lash grew still for a minute and Ann feebly lifted her chin from her chest. Her mother-in-law was standing directly in front of her, the coils of the whip curled up near her feet. There was a demented, sadistic smile on Ruth's face as she stared wild-eyed at the naked, tortured young woman.
"We can end this beating anytime that you want!" the leather-clad woman hissed at Ann. "All you have to do is spread your legs apart and ask me to whip you once right on your tender pussy-slit!"
Ann was horrified, at the evilness of the thought, and immediately her thighs snapped together to protect the delicate flesh of her cunt. She remembered well how severe the pain had been when Travis had spanked her pussy with the belt, and the whip would increase the agony by a lot.
"You're not going to ask?" Ruth whispered in a voice filled with bitter laughter. "That gives me a little more time to see if my whip can tear your nipples from your tits!"
Ann's mouth fell open as she watched the blows again. The whip curled around her mother-in-law's legs, then leaped up. The tip of the leather whip reached her abused right nipple before popping against the swollen bud with a loud crack.
"Aaaeeeiii!" the captive woman screamed. Her eyes watched the end of tit and she was surprised to see that the nipple was still there. But before her amazement could sin completely in, the whip was snapping at the nipple of her left tit.
Ann sounded as if she was drowning in pain. Her bladder let go again, and hot piss streamed down the insides of her legs for the second time in minutes. She knew that neither one of her tits would survive even one more brutal blow, but her mother-in-law appeared ready to beat Ann through the rest of the afternoon and well into the long night.
Before Ann could thing about it, her legs spread apart. Her toes left the ground and her hips levered up the weight of her legs. Her crotch flared open, spreading her cunt gash wide.
"Whip me in the pussy!" Ann screamed, wild-eyed with fear of the coming pain.
As soon as the terrible words were out of her mouth, the whip snaked around on the floor and leaped up to strike again. This time the lash was directed underhand by the woman in black leather, and the tearing tip of the whip popped when it reached its limits, the timing and distance were perfect, and the crack of the whip seared into Ann's spread pussy. Her cunt-flesh was savaged, the pussy-meat completely red, and her cunt-hole gaped open in shock.
"Aaaeeeiii!" she screamed, and her legs clamped together, almost catching the whip between as the long lash dropped to the floor. Ann's whole body was leaping and bucking in the wrist-tearing chains as every muscle and nerve inside her went completely out of control. Never before had she known pain so severe, not even when her nipples had been whipped.
There was a clanking far above her and Ann noticed that, the whip had grown still. She searched frantically around for her mother-in-law. She finally spotted Ruth standing by the wall moving the lever to the chains. Slowly, Ann settled down until her feet were flat on the floor, and, as the chains grew even lower, she collapsed to the stone. Her body jerked and twisted and her legs splayed out from her battered pussy-flesh. Even the pressure from her own cunt-lips caused her pussy gash to ache.
Ruth walked over to the moaning, writhing woman and stared down at Travis' new wife. This little bitch had dared to join the Bradley family. Ruth had done so herself decades ago, lasting through the brutal punishment and pain, and she was committed to see that Ann suffered no less. And now there was one more humiliation she had promised the naked little bitch, so, as the young woman grew still on the floor, Ruth lifted one foot over onto the other side of Ann's neck and began lowering her pussy toward the face still racked in pain.
Ann saw it coming and remembered Ruth's words. But she had no strength to try to twist away.
Ruth's red-haired, furry pussy began to flare open, revealing the hot, juicy cunt-lips that Ann had been forced to lick.
Lower and lower the cunt came and wider and wider it stretched. Finally it stopped, just six inches from Ann's nose.
"No!" Ann shrieked when she was the first glistening drop of piss.
The piss splashed directly in the tormented young woman's face, stinging her eyes and scalding her skin. The strong smell of piss swarmed into her nose only a fraction of a second before the flood of stinging pee followed the aroma straight up both of her nostrils.
Ann gasped at the feeling of being drowned, and her moth flew open, only to have piss wash hotly inside. She coughed and gagged on the hot liquid, then finally swallowed it down, feeling it burn clear to her stomach as her mouth was filled up again.
And while the piss was still flowing, Ruth wiped her pussy all over the young woman's face, finally settling her cunt down over her daughter-in-laws mouth to piss strongly into the gasping throat. More and, more of the heady liquid was gulped down as Ann fought desperately to keep from drowning in her mother-in-law's piss.
Chapter 7
"These are tit clamps," Travis said as he held up two metal devices that looked like clothes pins with small rubber balls on the ends. "I wouldn't want your nipples dipping into the sauce on my asparagus spears while you're serving us dinner."
He put one hand down and brought up the other. In it was a hard rubber shaft about five inches tall, which was much thicker in the middle than at the top or bottom. It was built onto a base about six inches square.
"And this," he said with a smile hat made Ann wince, "is a butt plug. I don't want that naked shit-hole of yours fluttering around when I'm trying to eat my baked potato."
"Oh, please don't!" Ann groaned as she hung in the chains into which she had been clamped after her husband's wicked mother had pissed in her face that afternoon. William had come down and washed Ann off with cold water from a garden hose, then left her alone, trembling and shivering in the chains. A couple o hours later her husband had walked in and was now explaining how he was going to fix her up so she could serve dinner to the family.
"And," Travis said, "as soon as I get the things in place, I'm going to have to do something about that cunt-hair of yours! There isn't anything in the world worse than having a pussy-hair floating around in your soup!"
When her husband snapped the clamps of the tit torture device onto her nipples, Ann learned another torment to go with the ones to which she had already been introduced. The small ridges of the clamps bit into the flesh of her nipples and the soft flesh behind. They caused an ache that spread clear through her tits. The small rubber balls, perhaps an inch in diameter, added just enough weight to make the clamps pull sharply down on the end of each tit. She moaned from the terrible biting pressures f the devices until her tits began to go numb, giving her some welcome relief.
Travis then walked behind her and used his knees on the insides of her legs to force her thighs apart. She could feel her ass-crack spreading as her legs were bowed outward, then the tip of the rubber butt plug bumped up against the mouth of her shit-hole. Travis had greased the device before he had shown it to her, but it still took a lot of effort for him to shove it in.
Ann shrieked with pain when her ass-ring opened and her shit-hole sucked the device in. The large, bulging middle of the shaft was inside and her tight asshole dosed around the narrow back end. Since the largest part was popped through her ass-ring it would take almost as much effort to get it out as it had to push it in. When her husband released her legs, Ann hung there in the chains, both of her tits and her shitter uncomfortably tormented by the torture instruments.
And it was then that Travis walked over to the wall to turn the lever that Ruth had use earlier to settle Ann to the floor. But her husband turned it in the opposite direction, raising Ann's feet from the floor. Now her weight was completely on the chains where they were clamped to her wrists. Travis walked back over and clamped a metal bar between her ankles that held her feet apart. Her whole pussy mound was exposed by the spread of her legs.
Now what? She wondered. Travis had said something about her pussy-hair, but she couldn't figure out what he would do. And when he pushed her naked body, making it swing wildly back and forth in the air, she still didn't know what was about to happen until he grabbed a handful of her cunt-hair as she swung like a pendulum.
There was only a fraction of a second between the time she realized what was happening and when her pussy-hair began to tear. In that fleeting bit of a second, a pure form of panic ripped through the tormented young woman and almost drove her wild. It was the worse thing she could ever imagine, far more terrible than being beaten with the whip. The only consolation was that there wasn't any time to really ponder the coming torment before the stunning pain hit.
"Aaeeii!" Ann screamed as her body began to swing back, then jolted to a stop before her cunt-hair began to pull out.
Travis' hand was snarled deeply into her pussy-hair, capturing a whole handful of the pelt. The torture came in two parts - first when her cunt-hair was yanked to stop the fall of her body, then when patches of the curly strands began to tear free.
"No!" she shrieked when she began swinging back toward her husband again. But, this time, he used both hands to push her higher, making up for the speed the hair-pulling had cost. When she returned on the next cycle, she was going as fast as before.
Again Travis caught a handful of pussy-hair when she reached the end of the swing, and it ripped out when her body traveled back. Now great parts of her pussy mound were completely bald and showing red specks of blood where the cunt-hair had been.
"Aaaaargh!" she cried the next time her cunt-muff was torn by her husband's grasp.
As Ann kept swinging, he kept grabbing smaller and smaller patches of hair. Soon the great majority of her pussy-hair was on the floor under her feet. When there wasn't enough hair on her pussy for him to grab, Travis allowed her to slowly swing to a stop.
The pain and panic were so severe now that she couldn't even scream. Tears welled in her eyes but refused to flow as her whole body seemed to be in shock. She would never again in her life grow anything but spotty pussy-hair, so she would always have to keep her pussy shaved.
Without a word, Travis went to the lever and lowered his tortured wife to the floor. Then he carried over a basin of water, a bar of soap and a straight razor, and he shaved the rest of her pussy completely clean. The sharp blade even went up into her ass-crease to cut away the few strands of hair that grew near her shit-hole, and by the time he was through, her cunt was bare.
When Ann glanced down between her legs and saw, the naked, vertical cunt-slit and bald between her legs, she felt more like a small child than a woman, as if her maturity had all been shaved away. She had never realized the importance of her pussy-hair to her whole idea of being grown up. Now, in just a few minutes, she had been brutally forced back into more submissive days when she had no right to question adults.
"I like her pussy even more now, " Teresa said as she eyed Ann's bald cunt.
"Yeah," George said. "It looks almost good enough to eat!"
"Now, children," Ruth said, "you shouldn't think so much about pussy. You had your turns this morning at breakfast. You have to learn to give the rest of the family their turns!"
Ann was so ashamed she almost dropped the coffee pot she was holding. True to his word, Travis had made her serve dinner, as though she were a maid instead of his wife. The tit clamps hung heavily from her nipples. And she was forced to waddle by the plug up her ass as she made her way from the dining room to the kitchen and back. It felt like one constant fuck was going on in her shitter. But the pain wasn't nearly the worse of the torture she felt. When even the youngsters talked about using her pussy for their pleasure, Ann was humiliated at just how low she had fallen.
"I suppose I could use a bit of fucking," Jason Bradley said, wiping his mouth with a napkin and throwing it onto the table. "But first, let's have a little something to turn on my prick!"
"You want her suck your cock until it's hard, Dad?" Travis asked, always eager to please. "I bet if I'm pushed read hard, you could even run it down into her throat."
Jason pursed his lips, obviously thinking about the choices. Ann's hand shook as she poured the after-dinner coffee, frightened by the prospects of what was to come.
"I don't think so," Jason finally said, pushing his chair back from the table.
Ann couldn't help but glance down and notice that he was once again naked below the waist. His thick semi-soft, prick rested heavily across his hairy balls.
"What I'd rather see is some asshole-eating to get my cock standing tall. And there's nothing I like to watch more than some little bitch's tongue up your mother's shitter!"
"Mine, Daddy!" Teresa squealed, her little shitter already puckering in anticipation. "can't she tongue-fuck my asshole instead?"
"Hush, Teresa," Ruth said. "You father has spoken. If her wants to see Travis' wife eat my shit-hole, that's the way it's going to be!"
"Noooooo!" Ann whimpered when Ruth got up from her chair and leaned down onto the table. The older woman's hands tossed the back of her skirt high above her naked hips, then her fingers pulled open the crack of her ass.
Ann almost swooned when she saw the woman's asshole puckering out like a small volcano in a sea of flesh. Travis had risen alongside his mother and moved behind Ann to force her down onto her knees by pressing his hands down hard on her shoulders. The plug twisted in her shitter as she went down, and it felt like it speared another couple of inches into her guts. The tit clamps bounced, torturing her nipples as she landed with her face only inches from her mother-in-law's ass.
"Please don't make me do this!" Ann begged her husband, but he only laughed and cuffed her on the back of the head. All around, chair legs scraped on the floor as everyone but the grandfather positioned themselves to see the eating out of Ruth's tight ass. Ann's stomach felt like an empty pit as embarrassment washed through her body. Not only was she going to have to do this terrible thing, but everybody was gathering to watch.
"You want in on this, Dad?" Jason asked, the decrepit old man who sat spooning food into his mouth.
"Any more mashed potatoes?" Travis' grandfather asked, looking up. "Never enough fucking mashed potatoes! Get old and nobody gives a shit whether you got enough goddamn potatoes!"
Apparently he wasn't going to watch, but everybody else was ready for the show. Horrified, Ann stared into the parted ass-crease at the shit-hole she was expected to eat.
The tiny asshole was like a dosed little mouth leading up into the older woman's guts. It puckered out almost like lips waiting to be kissed, and the wrinkled skin that surrounded it formed little arrows of creases that all pointed directly into the brownness in the middle.
Ann's whole mind was filled with torment as she stared directly into her mother-in-law's ass. She still hadn't completely convinced herself that she could suck Ruth's ass when Travis shoved her head from behind. Caught off balance, her face was driven into Ruth's ass crack, her nose centered on the tightly puckered brown shit-hole.
Her first breath caused the aroma of her mother-in-law's shit-hole to be pulled deeply into her nose. Ann braced herself for the terrible smell, and she was startled when it didn't come. There was a strong muskiness, which caused a strange taste to form in the back of her mouth, but it wasn't nearly as offensive as she had feared. Apparently, Ruth had washed her ass since last taking a shit, so the odor wasn't bad at all. In fact; it stirred within Ann almost the same feelings that smelling pussy had, which caused her own cunt-hole to moisten.
"Not with your nose, stupid!" Ruth gasped, using her fingers to pry her ass-crack even farther apart. "Use you tongue on my shit-hole like you did this morning cunt!"
Ann pulled her nose out of her mother-in-law's shitter far enough to replace it with her tongue. She licked across the wrinkled skin surrounding the rosebud of Ruth's ass-hole, then swirled it toward the center of the shit-hole. In the middle, she poked gently with the tip of her tongue, but the tight muscles of Ruth's ass-ring wouldn't give. So her tongue danced through the rest of the ass crack, licking up remnants of the sweat of Ruth's ass.
"Ah, yes!" Ruth hissed. "Bathe all around my shitter then fuck me with your tongue!"
The first part was easy, and Ann lapped from the top of the ass-crack clear down to the beginning of Ruth's pussy. But when she once again poked at the shit-hole with her tongue, she found out that tongue-fucking an ass-hole wasn't nearly as simple as it seemed.
"Curl your tongue!" Travis growled at her when he noticed the trouble she was having. "You can't be a Bradley woman until you learn to tongue-fuck an ass!"
Ann wasn't sure she wanted the family distinction, but she knew that she couldn't get out of fucking Ruth's ass with her tongue. So she did what her husband said and rolled her tongue lengthwise before probing again at her mother-in-law's shitter. To her surprise, the effort helped to make her tongue almost like a little prick. She centered the tip right on the puckered ass-hole, then pushed with all of her strength. She was surprised when her tongue slid in.
"Look, she's got a long tongue!" Teresa exclaimed. "It makes my little shitter burn with excitement just from watching and thinking what that tongue could do for me!"
"It's not as good as my cock, huh, Mom?" George asked his mother. "Didn't my cock feel better when it was fucking your shitter?"
Ann's mind raced. It wasn't something she'd even considered. Evidently, the boy had been fucking prick into this same shit-hole that she was now fucking with her tongue.
"That's enough," Ruth said to her young son. "Both her tongue and your cock feel good! At least her tongue will when it gets to fucking instead of just lying still!"
"Corn-hole her!" Travis growled, slamming the back of his wife's head again. "You're embarrassing me in front of the family by being such a scared little shit! Fuck out her ass with your tongue right now or I'm going to send William for my belt!"
Ann began pulling tongue out of her mother-in-laws guts. When the tip was the only thing still buried in the vicious grasp of her ass-ring, she forced her long tongue back into Ruth's ass-hole. Slowly, she pistoned it back and forth, fucking the tight shitter.
"That's the way!" Ruth groaned, feeling the long tongue reach clear up into her guts.
She'd been happy when her husband had suggested getting her ass licked. She loved to be tongue-fucked in the ass. And having everyone watch the young newlywed woman do it added more pleasure to the act. Ruth couldn't have designed a more degrading experience for Travis' new wife than what the little bitch was being forced to do now.
"Eat her shit-hole!" Teresa squealed, running her hand up under her dress.
She was too excited by what was happening to keep her fingers out of her bald little pussy. Quickly, she stroked her tiny clit and finger fucked her cunt-hole until the little fuck-hole was all wet. With her other hand, she rapidly peeled off her dress so she could sit naked in her chair, her feet pulled onto the seat.
George was also worked up. He had his pants off and his cock in his hand. His shirt came next, and soon he was as naked as his sister as he sat and jacked off his long cock.
By now, Jason was naked too, his cock raging up over his balls. Watching the ass-eating session had done just what he hoped, getting his prick as hard as a rock. But he didn't stroke the thick shaft with his hand, since he knew he'd soon have it shoved up the slut's tight cunt.
Travis joined in. when he saw all the naked family flesh around him, he also tossed of his clothes. His prick was swollen, but not completely hard yet.
Only the old man at the end of the table, still scraping a spoon across his empty plate searching for scraps of mashed potatoes, was still in all of is clothes. He muttered on and on about the unfairness of being old, but right then no ones was paying him any mind.
Ann was furiously tongue-fucking Ruth's shit-hole. Again and again, she rammed her long tongue into her mother-in-law's guts. Back and forth her tongue fucked the shitter, until Ruth's pussy was cumming and leaking cunt-cream all over.
Then, just when Ann thought that the horrible experience was about over, the ass-hole seemed to flare open around her tongue. Out came the loudest, smelliest fart she had ever known in her life, blasting out of the tongue-fucked ass-hole and right into her face.
As everyone laughed, the horrified newlywed woman recoiled in shock and fell on her naked ass on the floor. What now? She wondered as the family rose to stand around her.
Chapter 8
"Throw her up here on the table and let's have fun with this naked bitch," Jason Bradley said, finally ready to stop fooling around and to begin some hard fucking.
Travis and George hurried to lift the weary Ann from the floor and drag her around to the head of the table as Teresa giggled and Ruth got up. The brothers didn't even bother to push the dirty plates out of the way when they hoisted Ann up, and naked ass, with the evil plug still rammed up her shit-hole, came down squarely in a platter of leftover food.
Theresa thought that so hilarious she immediately swept a small hand into a bowl of left over spaghetti, scooping up wiggly strands and sopping juices which she the piled atop Ann's bare tits. The girl's fingers made the tit clamps pull fiercely against Ann's nipples, and the tormented newlywed wife howled at the pain and the stunning humiliation she was being made to suffer.
"Oh, no, please!" she cried as the whole family except for the grandfather gathered around.
Jason left the plug in her shit-hole, then he grabbed her by her calves and pulled her back until her hips and pussy overhung toe edge of the table. Ann looked down her tortured body past the spaghetti piled high on her tits and beyond her poor shaved little pussy to see Travis' father standing there with his cock hard and pointing toward her cunt.
"Nooooo!" the newlywed woman moaned when she saw his swollen cock-head.
The prick looked so hard that Jason could have used it for a club, and it was almost long and thick enough for him to get a two-handed grip. Already she had the thick plug shoved stiffly up her ass, and the torture device didn't leave much room inside her lower body to shove in such a big prick. The cock-head was almost purple as it jerked above heavy balls in anticipation, and Ann knew that what was coming could be no gentle fuck when the older man finally rammed the terrible prick into her cunt. Jason turned to Travis and laughed heartily over what he was about to do.
"This goddamn slut wife of yours needs some hard Bradley prick!" then he turned to his younger son, and told George to get up on the table. "Let's feed her Bradley cock in both ends! I'll take her cunt and you take her mouth!"
"What about me?" Teresa asked.
"You'll get your chance in a few minutes," Jason said to his daughter. "Now reach in there and help your mother hold open her pussy-slit."
Ann almost gagged on her embarrassment as Ruth and Teresa reached in from both sides. The mother pulled at the right side of Ann's cunt-lips as the daughter tugged open the other. Ann's whole pussy was spread open, completely vulnerable to the threatening prick. And Jason didn't waste a second as he rammed his cock-head against the mouth of Ann's cunt.
Suddenly Ann's spine was stunned by a bolt of sensation that ran fro her ass to her head.
The base of her spine felt like it was on fire, but the current running up her back was suspiciously like a thrill. There was something inside her now that recognized the touch of hard cock to the tender flesh of her cunt. And even though she was deeply humiliated, her body had hurried to respond. But if there was something to that reaction, Ann didn't have long to worry about it at all, as three inches of thick, hard cock fucked into her cunt-hole. Her pussy was pushed rudely open and for a second it felt like her flesh would tear. Another hard jab drove his cock-head well past the point of her tattered cherry. That, too, caused a bolt of pain that somehow blended almost unnoticed into the thrill that flowed up her spine.
Then George's prick was right in her face. Her lips parted and the gate to her mouth opened and George shoved his hot cock in over her tongue. Quickly, her lips and cheeks closed down on the shaft, making a tight face-pussy for the youngster to fuck, The cock-head fucked clear to the back of her mouth, where it battered at the door of her throat.
"That's right, boy!" Jason gasped as he watched his son force Ann to suck in prick. "Rape that goddamn mouth just like it was a cunt! And remember, boy, if you shove hard enough, there's ecstasy down that tight throat. Thick cock-head slammed hard against the closed end of Ann's pussy. The monstrous prick filled her cunt-hole completely and squeezed the thin membrane between her pussy and asshole to rub against the plug in her ass. Ann was totally amazed that both shafts - one flesh and one rubber - could be inside her body at the same time. But once again her thoughts were swept away as the prick fucking hard back and forth inside her mouth made it impossible to focus her attention.
"Isn't it nice, Travis," Ruth said pleasantly. "I like it when the family can find something to do together."
"The family that plays together, stays together, Mom," Travis said.
"What about me? What about me?" Teresa exclaimed as she danced around the end of the table trying to get a better look at the hard cocks that were fucking into her sister-in-law's cunt and mouth.
"You fucking people always seem to get enough to eat!" growled the old man at the end of the table. "Why is it only me who doesn't have something for his mouth?"
Ann's mine swooned. All she was getting to eat was a hard, mouth-raping prick.
Sensations flooded through her as if every nerve in her body had come alive. She could feel every pinpoint of her stretched asshole where it closed around the plug. The mouth of her cunt was sensitive, recognizing every inch of the prick that was fucking into her cunt-hole. The end of her pussy channel could almost feel the piss-slit of the cock-head as it slammed repeatedly against already-bruised flesh.
"now, boy!" Jason called to his youngest son. "Fuck your cock clear down her throat!"
"Oh, look!" Theresa exclaimed, breathing heavily. "George's prick is going to go all the way into her mouth!"
The boy's cock-head was pushing hard against Ann's tonsils, but this time he wasn't going to pull it back out. The pressure against the opening to her throat grew as the back of her tongue was forced firmly down into the floor of her mouth. Ann squealed through her nose when the horrible pressure wouldn't go away, then suddenly the resistance of her gullet surrendered. The whole cock-head popped into the tightness of her throat before she could even gasp for breath. Three inches of the long prick fucked down her neck, with more of the cock-shaft following those inches into her mouth.
"Look!" Teresa cried, slapping her hairless pussy with her hand. Two fingers drove into the leaking, tiny cunt-hole as she danced about. "George's prick is sliding down her neck! I can even see the muscles bulge out as his cock is going in!"
Ann couldn't see the bulging muscles, but she could certainly feel them being pushed out of the way. She felt like she was swallowing a baseball bat. Before her nose was buried in prick hair, the long cock was fucked clear down into the beginning of her throat. His balls draped in their sac over her chin.
"Fuck her!" Teresa yelled. "Shoot aim clear to her stomach!"
And that was just what George was beginning to do. Teresa's neck was still too small for throat-fucking prick, so only George's mother had taken cock all the way in. Many times, Ruth had deep-throated her young son, but, to the boy, it just wasn't the same. With his new sister-in-law, he was the one who was guiding the action, rather than just lying on his back. For the first time, he was raping a throat, and it drove his prick and balls wild.
Cum erupted from the cock-head buried in Ann's gullet and cum splashed down the narrow tube clear to her stomach. Again and again the thick spunk splashed, filling Ann with another load of cum.
The tormented woman gulped the jizz down. There was little else she could do. There wasn't even a taste of spunk, since it bypassed her tongue.
Jason laughed as his son moved away from Ann's face. The boy's prick popped loudly out of her throat and then out of her lips. The shaft of George's cock was spit-shined from Ann's saliva as he rolled over onto his back. One final spurt of cum arched from his pinhole up into the air before plopping onto his stomach.
Teresa couldn't stand it. She climbed up onto the table and licked the cum from her brother's stomach. The jism sliding down her throat made her pussy start to spasm, so she finger-fucked herself there on her knees on the table. She squealed, jerked and filled her hand with cunt-juices, which, after she finished cumming, she wiped all over her sister-in-law's face.
Ruth laughed softly at the sight and squeezed her older son's arm.
"Age has it's compensations" she said. "Both of the kid's have already gotten off and Jason hasn't even really started!"
"The woman knew her husband well. He was hammering his hard, thick pole into hi daughter-in-law's cunt. He was solidly into a driving rhythm that beat his cock-head against the deep end of Ann's tight pussy. Each time the cock-blow landed, Ann's whole body rocked. Her tits shook and the tit clamps bit harshly again and again. The plug moved in her asshole each time her body was jolted, so it was almost as if she was being ass-fucked at the same time.
"Now that you've already gotten off," Jason said to his daughter, "Maybe you can think of something else to do with her face."
For second, Teresa looked confused. Then a broad grin broke out on her lips.
"You mean like Mommy does?" She giggled with excitement.
"Yes!" Jason exclaimed as he fucked his prick into Ann's cunt. "Wash off that pussy-juice you spread all over her skin."
The eager girl scrambled across the table and hunkered over Ann's face. Just a fraction of a second later, a golden stream of piss erupted from the tiny cunt. It hissed down onto Ann's nose, breaking and splashing all over her face. She gasped and her lips parted, and the youngster shifted to direct the stream into Ann's mouth. Closer and closer the bald little pussy came, until it sealed against Ann's mouth. Then piss filled Ann's mouth again and again as she fought desperately to swallow it.
Jason's hammering cock had swollen even larger and was now beginning to blast cum up against the mouth of Ann's womb. Hot splashes of spunk bathed the inside of her pussy-hole as Jason's cock erupted. There was jism pouring into one end of the young woman while piss streamed into the other.
Jason's cock was still long and hard and covered by Ann's pussy-juices and his own cum. He held it by the base and pulled it out of her cunt-hole, the snapped it down into her wet pussy-lips. The loud smack of fuck meat against cunt-flesh echoed around the room.
Ann yipped at the sudden blow, which was sharp enough to hurt, but the torture seemed to set her pussy on fire. Again, he clubbed her cunt-gash with his hard prick, almost bruising the tender skin. But to Ann's bewilderment, the pain of the cock-beating caused her cunt to begin to cum. She hadn't realized that the brutal fucking, the deep-throating and the pissing in her mouth had turned on her body so viciously that it took only the savage thrusting of her cunt-slit with cock-meat to push her over the edge.
Her whole body shook and her legs trembled as she shot pussy-juices into the air to splash onto Jason's legs. Her spine felt like it was on fire and her pussy was firing off rockets that ran all the way up her body. In the intense cum, she almost pushed the plug clear out of her ass. Ann groaned, thrashing there on the table in front of the whole family, consumed by her own lust.
The pain grew in her ass-hole and she realized that Jason was pulling the plug out of her shitter. The torture device didn't want to come, but by twisting it violently, Jason managed to yank it out, leaving her ass-hole stretched all out of shape.
"Are you going to fuck her ass?" Ruth asked enthusiastically, playing the cooperative wife.
"No!" Jason growled. "That ass-hole's so loose right now that I'd lose my cock in there! My prick-shaft wouldn't even touch the walls! Instead, I think I'll teach this little bitch wife of Travis' just how big a hot pussy can stretch!"
Ann groaned, only now coming down from her cum. She didn't know what the older man meant, since she already considered her cunt to be gaping open after swallowing the man's thick prick.
Jason ordered his wife and daughter to Ann's legs, bending them sharply at the knees and spreading them wide. When they had done so, Ann's ass was lifted up from the edge of the table and her pussy-lips were flowered wide. Fuck juices leaked thickly from her cunt-hole and ran down into the crack of her ass. Her pussy was wetter than she would have ever believed, and it was running into the open mouth of her shit-hole.
Two thick fingers prodded into her spread pussy, pushing her cunt-lips to the sides. Her cunt-hole was still loose from the hard fucking she had just received, but the fingers scissored open and stretched her pussy walls even more.
"Shove your fingers in all the way into her cunt-hole, Daddy!" Teresa exclaimed as she watched her father finger-fuck her sister-in-law's pussy.
Once again, Teresa's own little pussy began to grease and get hot from watching the lewd action.
On the other side of Jason, Ruth leaned closer to watch her husband's fingers disappear into Ann's shaved pussy. The hot fuck juices of the younger woman coated the fingers when they pulled out, and Ruth's mouth got wet with saliva and eager for the taste of cunt. But Jason had plans for Ann's cunt-hole, so Ruth put off the pussy-eating session she desperately desired.
A third finger joined the first two, stretching Ann's pussy-hole wide. The young woman groaned. Then a fourth finger was shoved in with the others, and Ann gasped at the spreading pain in her cunt. The fingers all pushed outward, forcing her cunt-hole wider than it had ever been before.
"He's got all four fingers inside her pussy!" Teresa squealed lustily. Just watching made her own cunt-hole ache. She needed something inside her pussy to fill up the juicy fuck-hole.
Ann grimaced as the four fingers drove into her fuck-hole clear up to the edge of Jason's palm. Then she felt the tip of the thumb begin to push its way past her distended pussy-ring, and she began to desperately moan. Her cunt was stretched almost obscenely open and she didn't think it could take anymore.
"It hurts!" Ann groaned, but she didn't ask him to stop. Somehow, the awful pain was making her pussy-juices flow, and the discomfort had turned, into a delicious ache.
"Five of them!" Ruth hissed, her own cunt-juices running down the insides of her legs. Her pussy was so hot it was almost burning up form the want of something fucking inside.
"Now the palm of the hand!" Teresa gasped. Her cunt felt like it was shooting fire. Her pussy felt like and empty hole that she had to have pussy-hole. "Fuck that pussy-raping fist back and forth in her cunt!"
Ann was going wild. Her pussy was exploding with orgasm. She was being violently fist-fucked, something she'd never dreamed of in her life.
Her eyes bugged out as her cunt roared in an earth-shaking climax. She glanced to her left leg to see Teresa being fucked in the pussy by George. Looking right, she could see her husband's prick sliding back and forth in his own mother's cunt.
The whole crazy, demented scene made her orgasm crash even higher, causing explosions in her guts. Her lust and her pain from the fist-rape and the family-fucking blasted her mind. As she passed out, she could hear her own voice.
"Fist-fuck my horny pussy-hole while your boys shove their cock's into mother and cunts!" Ann screamed.
Chapter 9
Following diner, Ann was taken back to the dungeon-like basement of the Bradley mansion and she was led to the far end, where a cushioned platform fifteen feet square provided the family a place for fucking and discipline fun. The platform, covered by leather and padded, served as a bed where everyone could gather around and watch the horny scene, or where everyone present could fuck and suck all at the same time.
Since Ann was the center of attention the night, it was she who drew all of the attention. Travis got down on his back in the center of the padded platform, his cock jutting straight up in the air. Jason, Ruth, George and Teresa all got hands on Ann's naked body to lift her and position her battered, shaved pussy right over Travis' prick, then they dropped her roughly so his thick cock fucked all the way up her cunt. Groaning from the pain to the mouth of her womb, Ann sat comfortably on Travis' crotch, facing toward his head.
"Bounce on his cock!" Teresa gasped, taking the clamps off of Ann's sore tits. The young girl's small hands rubbed all over the mounds, then she licked her lips. "You can bounce and fuck now without hurting your tits! I want to see those tits bob and shake!"
"Like this," George said, stepping over his brother's legs and reaching down to grab two handfuls of Ann's naked ass. The boy lifted her, then dropped her back down, spearing her well raped cunt with Travis' hard prick.
"Get to fucking him, bitch, or I'm going to make things rough!" Jason snarled at his daughter-in-law.
"Better do what we tell you too, my dear," Ruth said quietly. "Otherwise you have no hope of ever being accepted into the family!"
Slowly Ann curled her legs under her and rose above Travis' crotch on her knees. Positioned like that, she could hump up and down with her ass, pistoning her bald cunt on her husband's prick. When her ass started moving and providing the fucking motion, everybody seemed pleased. But soon family members grew restless and began to join in on the action.
Little Teresa was the first one who threw her body into action. She had watched her captive sister-in-law eat out Ruth's asshole, and she wanted the long tongue up her own shitter now. Quickly she scooted around to straddle Travis' belly then she bent down sharply at the waist. Her head went clear to her brother's chest, where she sucked one of his hard nipples into her mouth. By bending over, she thrust her ass directly at Ann's face.
"Eat my shit-hole!" the young girl squealed in anticipation, wiggling her hips in encouragement.
Hard cock throbbed in Ann's cunt. Her own pistoning ass was churning her up her juices on the prick. Her movements fucked the hard prick up her pussy-hole, and there was a new fire burning the base of her spine even though she had climaxed furiously not much more than an hour before. She stared at the naked ass-cheeks of the young girl, and she could see clear into the ass-crack. The tiny shit-hole peeked out from the narrow valley that separated Teresa's tight, boyish ass-cheeks.
She was going to have to do it, she told herself, even though she knew, that, the threat of punishment wasn't the only reason. Something inside her completely oblivious to any threatened pain was making her lust to do it. Her jaws ached from trying to hold her lips together as she stared at the creamy ass flesh, and her mouth was full of eager saliva. And the harder she pumped her cunt up and down on her husband's cock, the more she wanted to eat out his little sister's ass.
Like clouds driven by wind, Ann's hands drifted up and her fingers pressed into the firm ass-cheeks. Then she spread the ass-cheeks to completely expose the shitter. The little brown bud rose up between those half moons as if reaching for Ann's face, and the newlywed woman's mouth moved to meet Teresa's ass-hole with an eager kiss.
Ann's tongue danced all around the puckered, wrinkled shit-hole, then it stiffened to push its way into the girl's guts. Although Teresa's ass-hole was even tighter than her mother's had been, Ann finally managed to fuck her tongue inside. The ring of muscles protecting the doorway to the girl's guts squeezed viciously on Ann's tongue, and Teresa immediately wiggled her hips to provide even more fucking action.
Travis' younger sister was hotter than a pistol, and it only took a minute of her shit-hole being tongue-fucked to fire off a cum in her tiny hairless cunt. Her ass-hole fluttered when she climaxed and Ann was able to drive her tongue even farther inside the delicious little ass-hole. The brown taste of the shit-hole flowed smoothly down her throat, igniting lust within her own guts. She pushed her tongue so far into the young girl's ass-hole that her tongue ached clear down in her throat.
When Teresa finally collapsed onto her brother's chest and rolled aside, Ann became aware that she was fucking down hard onto Travis' prick. She could still smell the muskiness of the girl's ass-hole and taste it on her tongue, and the combination almost made her swoon. Right then, it was the sexiest smell and taste Ann could ever imagine, and she slammed her cunt up and down on her husband's prick as the first of a series of orgasms began to rumble in her guts.
Then Ruth moved in to replace her daughter, but it was cunt that the older woman mashed into Ann's face. Ruth grabbed her daughter-in-law's hair and rammed her hairy pussy against Ann's mouth. The strong flavor of pussy overcame the faintness of ass-hole. Ruth's cunt-hole was already well-juiced from watching the furious tongue-fucking of her young daughter. She was so hot that it took only a couple of minutes before she was shooting squirts of hot pussy-juice directly into Ann's waiting mouth.
Ann gulped the cunt-cream down her eager throat, feeling the pussy-juices slide clear down to her stomach. She was drinking from the fountain of her mother-in-law's cunt-hole, and that set off even more intense climaxes of her own. Ann beat pussy-hole up and down on her husband's long prick, driving her lust higher and higher.
Ann's orgasms were arriving in small waves as the fuck-scene captivated her body and mind. She desperately wished George would step in and shove his cock into her mouth. The though of his long prick slipping down her throat again made Ann's cunt-hole fire new juices down onto her husband's cock. As she fucked Travis' cock into her pussy and waited for something else hard or juicy to eat, she realized that the others had slipped away and were only now coming back. Each of them carried something special to add pain to Ann's trembling body.
The newlywed woman groaned and hammered her cunt more furiously down onto Travis' prick. The cock-head brutalized the back end of her pussy-hole, sending pain and pleasure clear up through her guts. The next cum came in a rolling wave that seemed to never break. And, when it finally crested, it almost knocked her off of her husband's cock. She dropped both of her hands to the floor to balance her during the cum-driven shaking.
The new position raised her ass slightly, just enough for George to move in behind her. In his hand, he held a ping-pong paddle with a scratchy surface. He aimed the flat of the paddle right at Ann's sweating ass-cheeks, then sharply slapped the sensitive flesh. Ann yelped as the pain flowed clear into her spine to combine with the pleasure already there. The joining of sensations fired a new jolt of orgasm through Ann's trembling cunt and guts.
Theresa was the next one to step up, but she came to the front of Ann's naked body. In her hand was a wicked switch. Her wrist popped, snapping the switch across the tops of Ann's naked tits. Where it touched them, it felt like the blade of a knife had been drawn across her skin. Ann lifted her hands from the floor to the platform, exposing her entire tits to the switch. Teresa continued to lash out at the tortured nipples as Ann howled through her crashing aim. And all the time her tits were being savaged, George continued to spank her naked ass with the pin-pong paddle.
Jason was the next to become involved, He carried Travis' thick black leather belt and he used it on Ann's shoulders and upper back. The loud smack of the belt against the young woman's sweating skin was louder than the lap of the paddle on her ass or the swish of the switch as it cut the air to slice into her tits.
"Aaeeii!" Ann screamed as Ruth's whip picked a spot between the other blows. The first slashing lash curled around the back of her waist, branding a red steak on her like a belt. All of her flesh accepted the pain as a part of the pleasure, and he pussy-juice continued to flow.
"Look at her cum, Mommy!" Teresa cried, whipping the slender switch against Ann's quivering tits. "She's fucking up a storm on Travis' cock!
"Her whole ass is read!" George exclaimed slapping the paddle against Ann's tortured skin. "Cunt-juices are flying out onto Travis' balls and onto the floor each time I paddle her ass!"
"Shit this bitch really loves it!" Jason growled, adding new torment to his daughter-in-law's upper back. "She cums every time I strap her back!"
Ruth added nothing to the noise except the crack of her whip. Each time she spotted an opening, she lashed it.
Ann's screams were almost continual now, as much from her sums as from the pain. It was impossible to sort the pleasure and pain out now. Both of them fired the cums rocking her guts. Her husband's crotch was completely flooded from the juices leaking out of her pussy. Her ass flew up and down to fuck his thick cock savagely into her cunt-hole. The rolling cums were more than she had ever expected in her life, but still there seemed like there should be something more. Ann moaned, and she knew that final, magical, blasting cum would take something that pushed her even higher.
Ann's cunt-hole still ached from the savage fucking. Everything about her had been stimulated in some way, and nearly all of the skin on her body was pink from being tortured by paddle, switch, belt and whip.
The leather cover to the padding of the platform scraped beside her as the three males gathered around. She knew Jason, her husband and young George were surrounding her, but she just didn't care. Her exhaustion and the frustration in her pussy were too much to allow anything more into her mind. Their words as they discussed her floated by without ever making an impression on her mind.
"I've already had my cock in all three of her fuck-holes," Travis said, "so it really doesn't matter to me. I'll let the other two men of the family decide where they want their pricks to be."
George was pleased that his brother had lumped him in with the adults. But still, when he responded, his voice was full of boyish excitement.
"I've already fucked her mouth and ass-hole, Dad," he said to Jason. "So can I be the one to stick a cock up her cunt?"
"Sure, son," Jason said. "Besides, I haven't fucked her ass.' He turned to his eldest son. "I guess that leaves you with her mouth, Travis I hope you don't mind face-fucking your wife."
"one fuck-hole is as good as another when they're always available!" Travis laughed, and the three males of the family began to get ready to fuck their long cocks into the tortured young woman.
Something bumped down onto the platform beside Ann and she rolled her head wearily. There, lying right beside her, was the naked body of George. Before she completely comprehended what was going on, hands were grappling at her shoulders and waist. Ann was lifted into the air and positioned above George's long cock. Her body was allowed to sink down until her pussy spread around the boy's prick. The throbbing cock-head fucked clear up her cunt-hole to lodge against the mouth of her womb.
"I don't have the strength to fuck again!" Ann groaned as she felt the stuffing of her cunt. No matter how much they beat her now, she just didn't have energy to pump hard with her ass.
Travis straddled his younger brother's stomach and lifted his wife's weary chin. His thumbs drove into the sides of her face, prying the jaws apart. Then his cock fucked into her mouth, scraping the underside of his cock-head down the length of her tongue. The thick, swollen prick mashed against the opening to her throat as if he was going to fuck down into her neck. But the young newlywed woman was in for a surprise, as Travis walked back, then went to his knees. His hands were on the back of her head, keeping his prick firmly in place, as he dragged her face and shoulders down. Ann went to her hands on the platform, twisting the long prick savagely in her cunt. Ann saw her husband's heavy balls swinging above George's face.
Ann's naked hips thrust up and harsh fingers began to paw her ass. Thumbs planted themselves on opposite sides of her ass-crease, then pried the valley apart. Her little shit-hole puckered out as if searching for a prick.
Ann heard Jason spit into one hand and rub saliva onto the end of his prick. It wouldn't be much lubrication for a hard, thick cock ramming into her ass-hole, but I was all the grease she would get. One of his hands pressed down on the back of her waist as the other pulled open her ass-crack. The push raised her ass even higher in the air to line up her shitter with his prick. Horrible pressure began growing on her ass-ring as the cock-head pressed, attempting to force open her shit-hole.
"Aaaaargh!" Ann groaned around her husband's prick as her ass-hole was fucked.
Agony ripped through her guts. It felt like her whole body was stuffed full of cock. Several more inches of prick rammed into her shitter, rubbing against the cock already in her cunt. She couldn't even tell the difference now between the channels of her pussy and ass. It felt like she only had one large hole that two cocks were fucking at the same time. And at the other end of her body, a third prick was fucking back to her tonsils. By the time the ass-fucking cock of Jason was completely shoved into her ass, more than two feet of hard cock was plundering Ann's battered fuck-holes.
Ann could see Ruth and Teresa lock themselves into a mother-daughter pussy-suck. Ruth was flat on her back just a couple of feet away. Teresa was on top, her face buried in her mother's hairy cunt. At the same time, the young girl's legs were wrapped around her mother's head as Ruth licked hard at her daughter's hairless cunt.
But it was the exhausted Ann that was taking most of the action. Thankfully, she didn't even have to move. Each time Jason fucked his hard prick into her ass-hole, her cunt would ride up on George's cock and her mouth down onto Travis' throbbing shaft. As Jason pulled his corn-holing prick out of her ass, it caused her lips to move back toward Travis' cock-head and her pussy to glide back into George's long cunt-spearing prick.
Ann's pussy was creaming so hard that the juices were leaking out around George's prick and running down the insides of her thighs. The base of her spine was burning with the fire of lust and impending cum as bolts of sensation shot clear through her guts.
Even Ann's mouth felt like a fucked cunt-hole. Her saliva was running as thickly as pussy-juices to grease Travis' mouth fucking prick. All three of her fuck-holes were being reamed at the same time, and it fired a new height of lust in the young woman. Before, she had ridden through a whole wave of magnificent cums, she had never reached the one crashing orgasm of her dreams. Now her body was being pushed toward that point of no return, which threatened to blast her clear out of her mind.
"Is everybody about ready to fill this wife of mine with cum?" Travis asked.
"Goddamn right!" George exclaimed, hammering his cock into his sister-in-law's cunt. Her tight pussy was as good as her mouth and ass-hole had been, and he could feel his father's prick rubbing against his own through the thin membrane between Ann's cunt-hole and ass-hole.
"My balls are in an uproar!" Jason bellowed fucking Ann's huge shitter. He could feel her ass-ring grip tightly on the shaft of his prick as he fucked his cock into her shit-hole. "Let's hammer this bitch and cum in her at the same time."
Their words drove Ann's lust even higher. Just the day before, she would have never even conceived of having three cocks in her fuck-holes at the same time. Her trip into lewd group behavior had been like a whirlwind, carrying her ever faster and farther along.
Travis drove his hands down on the back of her while thrusting viciously with his prick. The throbbing cock head pried at the opening of her throat, then, with a suddenness that startled her, the swollen prick-head and three inches of fuck-shaft drove down the tightness of her gullet. She felt her neck muscles being shoved out of place as more cock was jammed into her throat.
Ann's lungs screamed for air as hard prick pistoned back and forth on her gripping throat. Long inches of cock hammered into her cunt-hole, brushing her battered flesh. Thick prick throbbed and fucked through her ass-hole to reach clear up into her guts.
Timer wet best began exploding into her fuck-holes from every direction. Cum blasted down her throat, shot up her cunt and roared into her ass. The three-way eruption of cum set her body off like a rocket as her own cum soared.
Ann tried to scream, but the prick far down her throat cut off all sound as her cunt and ass-hole gripped hard on the cumming pricks. She rode all three of the long fuck-shafts for all of the pleasure they were worth.
Ann had finally reached that height of cum that most women only imagine, and it had come with her new-found family.
Chapter 10
It was morning again. Ann could hardly believe that it had only been twenty-four hours since she had first met all of Travis' family. And now, after just a single day, she could recognize any of them with her eyes closed and her fuck-holes open, just from the taste of their pussy-juices or from the feel of their cocks in her mouth, cunt-hole or ass.
"Where's the goddamn oatmeal?" Grandpa asked from his end of the table.
"You're going to get you oatmeal down here this morning, Dad," Jason said, ad rose from his chair.
Before the old man had time to get up and stumble to Jason's chair, Jason grabbed Ann by the arm and forced her down onto her back on top of the table. William arrived from the kitchen just then with a large, steaming bowl in one hand, and Jason took it from the butler, then dipped huge globs of oatmeal onto Ann's naked tits. After covering her tit mounds, he traced a narrow streak of the sticky food down the, center of her abdomen, across her navel and into the top of the list of her shaved cunt.
Ann gasped in anticipation, knowing what was going to happen. She'd been sexually used and abused, by everyone else in the family and now it was apparently the grandfather's turn. The idea didn't seem bad at all. In fact, sex at breakfast now made her feel lusty, and her tight cunt-hole went slick with juices at the thought of the old man licking into her leaking pussy.
"Where the fuck is my food?" Grandpa growled as he sauntered around the end of the table.
"Right here," Jason said, pointing down to his daughter-in-law's firm, finely formed right tit. "There's you oatmeal, and there's more on the other side. After that, there's a whole trail of it leading down to her cunt!"
"Goddamn oatmeal better be warm," the old man said as he stepped up to stand between Ann's legs.
He leaned over and covered her left tit with his mouth, nibbling oatmeal from her flesh.
Ann couldn't help herself. She giggled. If felt so insane to have her tit gnawed and licked by the old man as the rest of the family looked on. It sauced her up, and she had to admit that the old man was good with his tongue. After swallowing the oatmeal, he slurped her left tit clean, licking it one last time before moving over to her right tit mound.
"Ah!" he gasped.
Oatmeal stuck on his mouth and in the stubble of his chin.
"Fucking breakfast is so good this morning it makes my cock hard!" he cried.
Ann laughed again, the groaned with pleasure as his mouth started working down the front of her body. He whisked her navel clean with a swirl of his tongue, then his mouth traveled down to her cunt. After a minute, Ann realized he had stopped eating food and was now busy licking through her pussy-slit. Her cunt began firing jolts of pure pleasure through her body and spine, and she lifted her legs up to drape them over his shoulders. The old man was eating cunt like a pro and turning the young woman's guts into a cumming mess.
Ann lazily glanced around her, her eyes beginning to fog with lust. To her left stood George and Teresa, edging in closer to get a better look at Ann's tongue-fucked cunt. To Ann's right, Travis and his mother had gathered near as they watched grandpa stirring up pussy-juices that were now spreading through her cunt-gash. Jason, standing silent and stern-faced, remained immediately behind his father.
Ann moaned as the first of her cums hit her, and she thrust pussy up into the old man's face. Her hands swept up onto her bare chest and she caught her hard nipples between fingers and thumbs. She squeezed the nipples hard enough to cause pain to shoot through her tits, and that drove her excitement even higher. She humped her cunt hard into the man's mouth, driving her pussy wild.
"Well, Dad?" Travis asked.
There was a serious look of concern on Travis face as he stared at Jason.
"Ruth," Jason said. "What's you opinion? Do you think it's already time?"
Ruth nodded.
"She knows the rules now and her body has learned," she said without taking her eyes from Ann's tongue-fucked, leaking pussy. She could have spent hours eating bald pussy, but she knew that time would come.
"George?" Jason looked toward his youngest son.
"I'm all for it!" the boy exclaimed, enthusiasm thick in his voice.
"Teresa?"
"Oh, yes! Yes!" The excited girl giggled. Once again, she could hardly stand still.
Jason's arms were folded across his chest. He looked again at each member of his family. Then his arms came down and he tapped Grandpa on the back.
"It's been decided that it's time for you to fuck her cunt, Dad," Jason said firmly, stepping back to give the old man some room.
"What's going on?" Ann asked.
As she watched, the grandfather moved her legs from his shoulders, then stood up and stripped his suspenders down. Then he unbuttoned his pants and began to shove them toward the floor.
Travis stepped up and took over the job of torturing his wife's naked right tit. He smiled down at Ann. "Grandpa only fucks members of the family! When you feel his cock ramming into you, you'll never forget how it feels! But even more important than that, when he plows his prick into your pussy, that will initiate you into being a Bradley!"
Ann squealed with joy, unable to contain her relief. She moved her hand away from her left tit so little Teresa could pinch it into delicious pain. She glanced down between her legs and gasped in delight.
The old man's trousers were on the floor and he was naked below the waist. The cock that jutted out from his gray-haired crotch was so large that Ann wondered of it could be real. His prick was much thicker than either Jason's or Travis', and it was inches longer than George's narrow prick.
"Ooooh!" Ann groaned as the enormous cock-head touched her pussy-slit and lined up with the mouth of her cunt-hole.
The prick was as thick as the old man's wrist and as long as his forearm. When he shoved, six inches of the monstrous cock fucked into her pussy, spreading her cunt-hole wide. Ann gasped as the terrible but exciting pain of such a brutal penetration, and her pussy began to scream. She could now call herself Bradley, but there was still six inches of prick to go.
"Aaeeii!" she screamed as the fist-sized cock-head was shoved to the end of her pussy. The old man grunted at her scream and looked like he might pull his cock back out.
"No!" Ann shrieked. "Leave it in my cunt! Fuck the shit out of my cunt with your big prick!"
Grandpa laughed and babbled as he fucked his prick back and forth in Ann's tight little cunt. He wasn't nearly as demented as the family seemed to think, and he certainly still knew what to do with a hot pussy.
Ann was climaxing again and again from the wild stretching of her cunt. Both pain and pleasure combined into the delicious sensation which she knew was the king of sec she craved. She smiled, knowing that there would be years of fucking with the family.
She was sure of one thing as the pain and pleasure ripped through her tits and pussy - she never wanted the delicious sex to end.