Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder...
The women in this book are the victims of immoral people. They find themselves caught in a web of depravity and perversion they never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, they become little more than obedient animals, catering to the whims of their captors.
MOM AND SIS IN BONDAGE-the shocking story of innocent women learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Don't! Oh, please, don't hurt me!" Ann Felton stepped back, one hand pressed to her lips, the other stretched back while her sandaled feet shuffled through the short field grass. Below her, the heavy Friday evening traffic crawled through the Cahuenga Pass of the San Diego Freeway, commuters edging from the Los Angeles basin to the San Fernando Valley. High above them, the blonde teenager was backing away from Jack Belcher. He had taken her up there for a little drinking, a swig of some good wine, he said, from Mexico. It sounded wicked, something naughty but not too dangerous to do after school. Little did Ann realize that Jack had other plans in mind.
"Gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna fuck you in the ass 'til you're spittin' out my cum."
Ann's eyes widened, her jaw slackening when she heard the filthy words pour from his mouth. Jack was rough, she had granted. More than once, she'd seen him in the school cafeteria, swaggering from table to table, giving certain girls a weird kind of look. The other boys often objected. But Jack and his buddies would put an end to their objections with a stare or even a threatening pose. Still, he was attractive, tall, thick muscled, jet black hair and mustache, with a face that reminded Ann of the pictures of Russian Cossacks she'd seen in history books. It was only recently that he'd been noticing her, stopping by her table at lunch, much to the discomfort of her friends. She wouldn't really do anything with him, she thought, even though she felt that funny concentration of mushy heat in her pussy whenever he drew close to her. There were times when she could feel her cunt tightening, the muscles actually cramping and drawing her pussylips together like a drawstring purse while he stared hotly at her. It was only flirting. God only knew, it was the only thing she could do. Mother kept an eye on her all the time, warning her about men and what they could do to her. Well, let her worry. Ann was getting tired of toeing the line, of buckling down to her mother's laws. She wanted some fun, some freedom.
"No, you don't know what you're talking about!" Ann gasped.
Jack threw back his head and let out a throaty laugh, rubbing his fingers along either side Of his half-opened fly. In the dim light of the quarter moon, Ann could see the silvery teeth of the zipper. She drew in a ragged breath, a pulse leaping at her throat. A chill wind blew in from the north, rustling the grass around her, making the girl feel so alone. There was no one up here. No one! Jack had told her that, after some drinking, they'd go over to the drive and watch the racers peel around the treacherous curves. It had sounded like so much fun. And her mother would be thinking all the time that she was at a school dance with her girlfriends! It was perfect! She had even drawn in the help of her resistant friend, Patty Harrington. And now she was backing away from this animal, stumbling over the uneven ground, looking enviously at the long string of red tail lights below her and wishing she could be with any of those people.
"Ain't gonna fuck your pussy, baby. That's easy. This other shit's great ... and that's just what you're gonna find on my prick when I'm through-your shit. And you're gonna dig havin' your ass ripped open like...."
Ann couldn't stand listening to his filthy talk any more. Letting out a groan of disgust, the young teen wheeled about and bolted forward, her feet slipping on the damp grass.
"You ain't gonna get far, bitch," Jack shouted out.
She could hear his booted feet pounding the dirt behind her! Ann let out another cry, her fingers clawing at the grass for leverage as she desperately tried climbing up the steep hillside. She could just see the car resting at the edge. If only she could get to the road, there were plenty of places that she could hide from this animal until he tired of her and drove off. Getting back home was one problem she'd face later.
"Back here, baby, back here so I can ream out your ass!"
He was drawing closer. Ann muttered a curse, her legs slipping out from under her, her chin striking the hard ground while her hands flew out to either side. Scrambling back up, the girl began running on all fours, her tits jiggling in her bra. One sandal came off. Then the other. Her body twisted and turned as the girl gritted her teeth together and put every ounce of strength into trying to get away. Perspiration dampened her white and blue cotton party dress while her lungs felt like they would burst from her effort to running away.
"Ohhhhh!"
She fell again, slipping backward. Pitching forward and sprawling on the ground, Ann let out a groan of defeat. Jack was there, standing next to her. Turning her head to one side, she saw his black boots, heard his heavy, labored breathing. What was her punishment? She guessed that he was going to get even with her for having bolted from him.
"Didn't work, did it bitch? You and your stuck-up friends look down at me ... me and my buddies, right?"
"No, no, never!" Ann protested, pushing herself up and rolling around. She sat there, her ass cheeks touching the damp grass around her. Just sitting there, feeling the grass pressing against her dampened panties, Ann felt slivers of erotic sensation start nibbling away at her cunt lips and clit. The girl put one hand to her chest, feeling her heart battering against her rib cage. Her heart felt as if it were going to burst! She drew one leg under her ass, shrinking back from the young stud as he kept telling her terrible things about herself.
"Yeah, you're sayin' that now. But you really think I'm somethin' like dirt. The only reason you're out here's 'cause you thought it'd be real great slummin' around town. Whatcha gonna tell 'em tomorrow ... how groovy it was makin' out with someone like me?"
His voice was getting harder, a cracking edge making Ann tremble with fright. Her flesh crawled as she watched his fingers curl and uncurl into fists, the callused fingertips pressing hard against his thighs.
Ann had never been with a man before. Not like this, anyway. Was he really going to rape her in the ass? Just the thought of it, just running his awful words through her mind once more made the girl cringe with disgust and terror. Even the thought of him fucking her the normal way-in the pussy-made her spine tingle with fear.
"Please, Jack. Let's just go ... take me home and I promise I won't tell anyone anything about you or anything else," Ann pleaded, forcing a smile on her small, doll-like face. Another breeze lifted her long hair from her small shoulders.
Jack shook his head, wiping his right hand across his lips.
"Ain't no way, baby," he said, rubbing his crotch a little harder. Curling his fingers around the zipper tab, he pulled it open all the way. Ann wrinkled her forehead, drawing her hands back and scooting her ass away from him. She shuddered, the cold damp grass brushing over her naked thighs.
"I'll ... I'll scream," she whispered, her mouth growing so dry now that Ann couldn't even speak.
"And who's gonna hear you, the bunnies? No, baby, you can yell all you want. But I'm gonna fuck you good ... fuck you so hard, you ain't gonna be able to waddle around the fuckin' school all Goddamned week!"
When he put one hand inside his open pants, Ann twisted around, folding one leg over the other, stretching one hand out, trying to pull herself away from him. It was a useless, futile attempt. Muttering another sharp curse, Jack stomped forward, reaching down and curling his dirt-encrusted fingers in her long blonde hair.
"Yiiiiiiii!"
No one had ever touched her like that! No one had ever caused her such pain. Even her strict mother had spanked her lightly only in the most severe of cases, and then had late apologized to her. But now, hot sharp needles of pain drove into her scalp, making her cry out again and again as Jack pulled at her hair. She could hear some of the strands tearing from her scalp as she jerked up both hands and began flailing her nails at his wrists.
"No, stop, stop!" she screamed wildly, beating him.
But Jack only laughed, jerking her head to the right, then snapping it back to the left, watching her twist and writhe helplessly, her face reddening, quickly becoming a mask of pain. Hot tears welled up in her eye, rolling down her flushed cheeks as her legs kicked out. More strands ripped from her scalp.
"Uhhhhhh!"
He jerked her head toward him one more time, snapping her close, her mouth striking the side of his black engineer boot. Ann groaned, feeling her lips crack. She could taste something warm and salty. Blood! God, this was going too far! He would surely kill her if she couldn't scramble away from this maniac. Again, the terrified blonde teen tried scrambling away, digging her fingers into the soft earth, beating her feet against the dirt as she tried scooting from him. But Jack held on, twisting her hair even more, pulling and yanking her head again and again against his boots, laughing as she kept screaming. "Nooooo!"
And then he let her go, putting his big fists on his thighs and peering hotly down at her. Ann trembled, drawing her right hand over her mouth, then looking down at her fingertips. There was a little blood, but not too much. The girl felt her body shaking with terror as she leaned back and slowly crawled from her, her legs dragging in front of her. He was growling like some savage animal!
"Yeah, baby, you're good and hot-blooded," Jack whispered, pushing his pants down a little farther, opening his red-and-black-checked flannel shirt all the way until Ann could see his hairy, washboard belly and his well-formed pecs. He was sweating, too, sweating with arousal, with excitement, with the thought he had of fucking in that obscene way!
Again, the girl felt her flesh crawling with revulsion, the skin puckering up in goose pimples. His pants dropped to his knees. Ann saw that he was wearing a jockstrap. But that white, ribbed pouch couldn't hide his fat prick pressing out against it. She was close enough to see that the stud was big, big as a horse.
"Ohhhhhh...." Ann moaned.
Terror and fascination mixed in her mind as her blue eyes widened in horror. Jack began sliding his fingers under the elastic straps holding the jockstrap to his thighs.
"You dig it, eh, baby? You like lookin' at my body, right, bitch?"
Ann shook her head quickly, trying to gather her thoughts, trying to figure out why she couldn't keep her eyes off that ribbed jock-pouch bulging with that hunk of hot cockmeat.
"Noooooo!" she gasped.
He was through playing, it seemed. Moving up to her, Jack raised his right hand, his hard-on throbbing against the stiff material of his jockstrap. Ann cringed backwards, trembling under the brightness of his eyes. They were hard and black, like those of a shark! Again, the girl trembled, drawing back a little more, raising her hand to protect her face. And the way he was smiling! It was a leer, a sick smile, his teeth pulling back, drawing across his teeth.
"Ohhhhhh!"
His hand came down like a jet, his fingers cutting through the thickened air. One more moment and Ann felt the full force of the blow, her head snapping to one side, her long blonde hair splashing over her face. Sharp needles once again assailed her as her head seemed to wrench from her neck. Ann let out a scream of pain and fear, her body twisting to the right and rolling around and around. Dimly, the young blonde teen was also aware of a sexual thrill building between her legs, something that seemed to intensify, if only briefly, with that blow.
Ann raised herself, pushing the hair from her eyes, rubbing the injured portion of her face. She was crying, her body shaking with sobs as Jack stood there, his hands still on his hips. He let her cry for several minutes. But the excitement was building in him quickly. Ann could feel it as she lay there. The sound of the traffic below seemed to diminish as time passed. Somewhere overhead she could hear the steady dull thudding of a police helicopter. If only they would fly over, flash the searchlights across the hillside there. Surely the police would spot them, would come down and rescue her before Jack could do anything more to her.
"Come on, baby, I'm gettin' tired of playin' around with you."
Jack slipped his thumbs under the tight white elastic straps of his jock, pushing the cup down. Ann blinked, her mouth gaping as his fat ten-inch hunk of cockmeat rolled out and stood out from his groin. Ann had never seen anything that long and thick before! She blinked again, shaking her head as if somehow that would change the picture before her. No. It was all too true. Jack was like a donkey, his cock gradually filling with more blood, stiffening as the seconds ticked by maddeningly.
"Ohhhhh, please ... please don't do ... please don't touch me with that...."
Ann couldn't finish the sentence. She thought of his awful threat, of the way he said he was going to fuck her in-oh, she couldn't even think it through! He would surely kill her with that thing, that monstrous cock!
"like it, baby? I drive some of the girls at school nuts with this thing," Jack said.
He reached down, stepping from his jockstrap, then scratching his balls. Ann's eyes widened even more as he stepped up to her, his fat prick waving back and forth, his meaty cockhead slapping against his thick-muscled thighs. She could hear him breathing now in raspy, labored breaths.
No, she couldn't let this happen to her. And yet something else was happening to her, something else was rising in her mind, a part that made her want to touch it, to feel it. As her mind reeled with horror at the thought of being fucked, her crotch filled with a wild throbbing, the juices flowing out of her virgin pussy and wetting down her thighs. Sobbing, Ann moved back, pressing her fists against her thighs. Again, the sound of the police chopper filled the air, quickly ebbing in a moment as it disappeared behind the hills. Perspiration dripped from her forehead and burned into her eyes as a cooling breeze tightened her damp scalp.
"Noooo...," she moaned.
But Ann couldn't deny the feelings of her tits swelling, of the tingly, tight feeling around her nipples, of the crinkly sensation of her areolas, while her pussy wriggled and moved with sexual tension. Her full, rubbery cunt lips were swelling, curling and trembling while her clit gradually filled with blood and stiffened above the surface. As his prick came closer to her, Ann swallowed a lump of excitement, feeling her cuntwalls buckling, knotting up with tension. How could she be feeling this, having all the sensations of a woman about to accept her lover. And she was no woman, not an experienced one, anyway. She was a young girl who had never let a boy touch her pussy. And now she was suffering all the wild sensations of arousal, of slowly edging up, up toward climax!
"Should make you swallow this mother, take it down your throat. Wouldn't you dig that, baby, having this down your fuckin' throat!"
Ann twisted her head away, sucking in more oxygen. Suck that thing? She was about to say something when he dropped down, putting both his paw-like hands on her narrow shoulders, then shoving her down hard against the ground.
The force of her back, shoulders and head striking the soft earth suddenly knocked the wind from her. In a second, Ann came back to reality, realizing that Jack was on top of her, his knees jabbing hers apart, his hands pawing her tits.
"Yiiiiiighghgh!"
"Shaddup!" Jack bellowed.
He struck her again with his right hand, his knuckles bruising her chin. The girl let out another yelp, this one more smothered than the last. To shut her up, Jack moved one hand up and he grabbed her hair again, curling the strands around his fingers, then twisting it up and out. Ann ground her teeth together, feeling her body shudder with pain.
"No, no, no," she whispered, closing her eyes in defeat.
"Better," Jack said, letting go of her hair, then dropping his head to slobber wet, tonguing kisses all over her throat. There were tearing sounds. Her dress was being torn off her now, splitting the thin material around her shoulders. A sudden coolness around her tits told her that he had partially stripped her now. There was another ripping sound followed by the sensation of the bra-straps loosening around her shoulder blades. In another second, her tits sprang free.
"No!" Ann yelped, instinctively raising both arms to protect them.
"Bitch!"
Jack knocked her hands away, then crawled up until his knees were resting painfully on both her arms, the weight of his body threatening to crush her bones.
"Ohhhhhh!" Ann cried out, stars popping in front of her eyes. Clearing her head, she saw his cock directly over her mouth. He was sitting on her, the smell of his unwashed crotch invading her nostrils. Ann wrinkled her nose, trying to turn her face away, sobbing as the pain in her arms and shoulders took her breath away.
CHAPTER TWO
"Man, man...."
Jack had backed off a little, resting his fat hunk of cockmeat on her chest, then moving her tits in from the sides of her body until her nipples were turned inward and pressing against his cock. Back and forth, back and forth, he sawed his cock between her full thirty-six-inch tits. His toes scraped against the insides of her long white thighs.
Ann groaned one more time, digging her heels into the soft earth again, feeling her shoulder blades sinking into the dirt while his cock rubbed steadily back and forth over her nipples. His naked ass danced over her lower belly and his balls dragged over her chest. Again and again, the teen begged him not to hurt her. But as the seconds passed, and as one degrading act followed another, the young girl realized that Jack wasn't about to back off. He had chosen a path to follow, one involving her ruin and degradation, and nothing would turn him from it.
"Uhhhhhh...." she moaned.
He crawled off, dropping his head to her tits. Ann arched her back, shoving her head into the grass while moving her tensed, cramped ass-cheeks from side to side over the damp grass. He was biting her nipples, sinking those white front teeth into her rubbery, sore flesh. And how good it felt! As awful as it was to admit, the girl couldn't deny the hot, sparking sensations radiating out from her rubbery nipples and shooting like tiny bolts of lightning into her cunt. Ann bit down on her sore lower lip, doing all she could to control the feelings racing up and down her body. But nothing, nothing could stop what Jack had put in motion. She flexed her thighs and ass-cheeks, rocking her body from left to right, feeling the subtle rub of her swelling, juice-slicked cunt walls against one another as more of the lava-like fluid seeped from her pussy. This whole thing was wrong. And yet there was little Ann could do to stop the fire burning through her cunt.
"Stop this! Oh, please, stop this!"
"You want it bad, baby, real bad."
To prove his point, Jack stretched his hand back, his fingers crawling like a slimy animal over her belly, down past her navel, until they were pushing through her thick blonde cunt bush. Her dress had long since twisted around her waist, and her panties had twisted around so much that part of her pussy was exposed. It was to that exposed part that Jack moved his fingers, rubbing them over her swollen pussylips, feeling the dampness of the nylon crotch panel. He stiffened his index finger, then shoved it into her pulsing cunt up to the second knuckle.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped.
It was as if someone had shoved a burning cigarette into her pussy! Ann's legs jerked apart, the balls of her feet pounding against the damp earth, while her spine arched and her arms spasmed. At the same time, the girl felt her cunt muscles convulse, cramping, cinching down on his invading finger as another wash of juice oozed from her seepy, fuzzy fuck-hole. Jack smiled, twisting his finger around and around like a small spoon, scraping his fingernail against her slick cuntflesh. Again, the girl moaned, jerking her body around, feeling her pussy spasm again and again.
"Yeah, real bad," Jack whispered, rubbing his prick over her thighs.
"No, no, get it away, take it away," Ann groaned, struggling against the powerful, confusing feelings racing through her mind.
"Yeah, take it away," Jack sneered, pulling his finger out with a violent yank. Ann sighed, feeling her pussy walls relax for a moment. "You're gonna go nuts if I don't fuck you somehow."
"Wrong ... wrong...."
He was down between her legs now, his fingers twisting around the elastic leg bands of her panties. Ann jerked her hands down, clawing at the juice-dampened nylon, trying to draw her thighs protectively together. There was more tearing, then the sensation of the damp silken material pulling over her thighs, her knees, her ankles, her toes. Ann grabbed the hem of her torn, now-filthy dress and tried covering her pussy.
"Fuck it out, baby...."
There was another blow, this one to her right cheek.
"Uhhhhhh...."
Ann fell back to the ground, half-conscious. What was he doing to her? She felt his hands roaming around her pussy, felt his fingers caressing her swollen cunt lips. Groaning, the girl tried raising her knees, pulling them together. But those hands, those horrible, callused hands were keeping her spread open shamelessly that way. He was sliding another finger into her fuck-hole, sticking it in deeper than before. Ann groaned, begging him to stop. He did at the moment his fingertip touched her cherry.
"A fuckin' virgin!" Jack whispered, pulling his finger out. "Ain't gonna mess up my prick ... leastwise, not right now."
His hands were around her thighs, pushing her around, rolling the girl over. Ann felt him pushing the dress up around her lower back, felt him pushing her legs apart. His hands were fanned out across her ass-cheeks now, his heavy breath pumping against her naked flesh. And then he was licking her, touching her plump, white ass-cheeks with his tongue.
Ann curled her fingers, digging the tips into the soft ground, feeling her body tremble at the hot, wet, licking touch of Jack's tongue. And then he was moving that sloppy wet thing into her cuntcrack, drawing it down toward her pussy, creating more hot, tight, tense feelings down there. And up his tongue went, up to her shitter, the tip curling around her pink wrinkled flesh while his fingers kneaded her ass, the tips leaving long red marks in her ass-cheeks.
"Ohhhhhhh...."
"Nice, but not hot enough, baby. Gotta work them cheeks, get 'em real hot and ready for my prick."
He was gone, the tongue suddenly withdrawn from her spit-slicked asscrack. Jack was shuffling around behind her. Ann desperately wanted to see what was going to happen, what he was doing. But terror kept her eyes closed, her head forward. There was the sound of material rubbing together behind her. The breeze was stiffening from the Valley, rustling more of the grass around her. More goose bumps broke out around her ass and under her arms as the chill air tightened her flesh. Ann fought back the tears, curling her fingers until the nails bit into her sweaty palms. No, this couldn't be happening to her, it just couldn't! She was. her mother's little girl, someone who wanted to be just a little bit daring, a little bit naughty. "Yaggghghhhhh!"
Ann's thoughts were interrupted by an explosion of painful heat striping across her ass-cheeks. The girl's body spasmed completely, her arms jutting out, her legs jerking away from one another while her head snapped up. Before the girl could catch her breath, another slicing blow followed by a dry, smacking sound, assailed her ears smashed through her body.
He was beating her, whipping her with the black leather belt she had admired time and time again at school. Twisting her head around and peering up at him with tear-stained eyes, Ann saw him standing above her, menacing, as if he were a conquering Hun about to rape the temple virgin. Twisted around the whitened knuckles of his right hand was the buckled end of the belt, the long piece of black leather dangling toward the ground. A slight trembling of the belt revealed just how aroused Jack was. His prick was sticking straight out now, his fat cockhead purple, pulsing, slick with the pre-cum slowly oozing from his piss-slit. His balls were tightened up against his scrotum while his chest and arm muscles rippled with tension. It was the same kind of tension that was making her cunt hot and tight in spite of the pain and fear racing through her body.
"Oh, no, no, don't do that ... you're hurting me!"
"Not half as much as I wanna, babe, not half as much."
Ann's eyes rounded as she watched Jack snap back the belt, pushing one foot forward in front of the other for balance. There was a snapping sound as the leather curled in midair, the pointed tip cracking, then arching down toward the screaming girl's ass. Ann tensed, her butt muscles growing hard, the flesh tightening, forming a smooth, curved surface. Ann let out a loud sob, her sob turning into a wail as the black leather crashed down loudly against her ass-cheeks.
"Yaggghghhhh ... yiiiiiiiii!"
It was savage, the belt curling into her sweaty asscrack, the pointed end biting the sensitive, wrinkled flesh of her ass-hole. It was as if someone had touched her shitter with a live cigarette! Sparks of an odd tingling heat bit into her clit, making her cuntwalls shudder while her legs and arms spasmed once more.
"No, no, stop it!" Ann shouted, her cries dissolving into sobs as Jack snapped the belt back one more time. Again, the leather hissed through the night air, slapping loudly against the girl's ass-cheeks. Again, Ann screamed, her fingers clawing at the damp grass, pulling the plants out by the roots as the stinging heat tightened her pussy. What was happening to her? Why was she feeling this strange mixture of pain and pleasure while that young animal was hurting and humiliating her.
"Uhhhhhh...."
The belt curled around her left thigh now, its hot tongue kissing her flesh, leaving a long red mark where it had touched. Another smack! Another shout! Another series of spasms racing through her cunt and ass. The girl squirmed and whimpered as the belt slicked onto her trembling ass-cheeks. Long red marks were crisscrossing her ass now, while her tits pillowed out between her chest and the damp ground.
"No, no, no...." she pleaded.
The wheezes of her tormentor mixed with her painful cries. The girl tried not to cry, knowing somehow that the more she showed her pain, the more Jack would hurt her. But keeping silent under the brutal attack was impossible. The more she struggled to keep silent, the harder the belt seemed to chew into her flesh. "Yaggghhhhh!"
Jack was hitting her across the shoulder blades now, the pain wrenching poignant cries from the helpless blonde teen. Then it was back to her ass, the bouncing blows making her ass-cheeks jiggle hotly. And with each blow the hot, cunt-tickling feeling increased. Her tiny clit ached and throbbed now. Twisting her head around, the girl pressed her left cheek against the field grass, her fingers opening and closing, grabbing at the grass while her knees spread apart even more. Was she really raising her ass-cheeks up as if she were searching for more pain, for more of that hot kissing belt? She felt her thighs tightening, her knees drawing slightly together to support her rising body.
"Fuck it out, baby, I knew you'd be wantin' that belt. Yeah, I knew it," Jack whispered, rubbing his right arm, letting the belt trail along the backs of her thighs and ass for a bit.
"No, no...."
"Fuckin' hypocrite ... you keep sayin' no, and you want this bad."
Jack snapped the belt near her head, laughing as Ann jerked at the sound. Moving forward, the big stud slid his foot under the girl's chin, kicking her face, then moved back between her legs. Ann turned her tear-stained face up to him, silently begging him to let her go. She saw Jack curling the fingers of one hand around his fuckrod, jerking the tight pink skin around the inner core, his balls rolling softly under that jacking motion.
"Back to it, baby. You're ready for it now."
In a flash, he was back between her legs, his knees pressed against hers, his hands kneading the soft mounds of her ass. His two index fingers were scraping down along the inside curves of her ass-cheeks, spreading them apart. Ann felt the cool air blowing against her overheated shitter. And then there was his tongue again, that awful tongue skewering her ass, the tip burrowing down into her bowels! Her eyes widened and her legs trembled once more.
"Yeah, ready and ripe for fuckin'...."
His hands increased the tension of her spread ass-cheeks. Ann was gulping in lungfuls of air, struggling to keep from losing her mind as she felt something very hot and hard brushing up against her ass-hole. His prickhead! God, it was happening! His fingers were playing around her shitter, stretching the flesh more and more. Ann wrinkled her face with the pain, letting out a rush of air. Her chest tightened as hot flashes of painful delight tightened her pussy while Jack twisted two fingers into her ass-hole.
"Uhhhh...." she whimpered.
Ann drew her right knee forward, fanning her toes until they cramped. The girl began clawing the loose earth once more, her nostrils burning from the oxygen she sucked in. She clawed away, her arm muscles knotting painfully as Jack held onto her. Another finger! A strange fire started in the rim of her ass-hole, taking her breath away as he moved those awful fingers in and out, in and out. In spite of the horror, in spite of the pain, the girl began moving her hips around in a counter rhythm. Was that another chopper circling nearby or the sound of the blood pounding in her ears? How the world seemed to explode, to spin around and around as Jack continued to violate her body.
"Nooooo...."
Jack yanked his fingers out of her shitter, slapping her ass-cheeks hard, laughing again as Ann cried out in shame and pain. In a moment the girl heard him puffing behind her, felt him crawling over her body, bracing himself over her like some hideous bridge.
"Please...."
"Please, what? Fuck the shit outta you?"
Ann held her breath, wondering what more he had in store for her. She thought of herself lying there, stretched half naked on the ground, helpless, and that big stud towering over her, his fat prick dangling over her ass, and another flood of cunt-juice oozed through her tangled blonde pussy-hairs. More slippery heat, more of the feeling of a cunt furnace about to explode because of its own heat.
She felt Jack's big hands bracing against her shoulder blades. His prickhead was sliding up over her ass-cheeks, slipping into her asscrack. The girl let out a shuddering breath, grinding her teeth together. The seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly. There was more pressure. She felt his meaty cockhead slipping between her ass-cheeks, sliding up, up until it was pressing against her wrinkled ass-hole flesh. Ann let out another shivery breath. Jack muttered something, then thrust down with his pile driving hips.
"Yaggghghhhh!"
Certainly someone would hear her heartrending screams. Someone would guess she was being torn apart, ripped in half by his awful cock! Yes, it was splitting her in two! She felt his blunt prickhead pressing harder against her ass-hole.
"Take it, baby. You're shit, whether you know it or not, and that's just what I'm gonna feel against my cockhead when I fuck you."
"Noooooo!"
Again, Ann screamed, her cries going unanswered in the unfeeling hills. The wind picked up, blowing strands of her blonde hair in her face. Ann's cheeks puffed out as she gasped in more and more air, the pain nearly driving consciousness from her mind. Tightening her ass-hole muscles, the girl pushed outward as if she were taking a shit. She had to keep his awful prick from her ass! Surely he would tear something, would kill her with that thing.
"Come on, baby, you ain't gonna keep me from butt-fuckin' you bad."
"Stop!"
But Jack was determined. He shoved forward again, jabbing his prick like a rock against her ass-hole. The girl still tensed her shitter, cramping her ass-cheeks together until the muscles ached from the tension. Raising one hand, Jack struck Ann hard across the back of her head, then beat her again across the shoulders.
"Nooo ... uughhghhh!"
The blows forced her to relax her grip. With a grunt of triumph, Jack shoved down hard, twisting his fat prickhead into her ass.
"Yaggghhhhh!" Ann wailed.
Flashing yellow lights exploded behind her eyeballs as more and more of his cock twisted into her shitter. The muscles around her ass felt as if they were tearing. Certainly something awful had to happen to her body. And yet at the same time her cunt was nearly inside out to feel his prick sawing into her ass. Yet, in spite of all those years of moral training, Ann was wanting him to fuck her pussy, to tear away her cherry, to rape her.
'Tuck it out, baby!"
"Nooooo!"
Jack let go of her shoulders. She felt his hands sliding down to her tits. The girl squirmed, moving her ass up, pressing the rounded tops of her assglobes against his hairy belly. Finally those hands worked their way down, down to her tits, the fingers massaging her sore nipples, squeezing the resilient flesh while his prick continued its slow, painful downward trip, splitting her bowels wide open.
"Uh ... uhhhh ... ooooowwwww!" she gasped.
The pain was radiating out from her shitter, making her ass-cheeks beat with agony, making her thighs throb brutally as the unnatural rape continued.
"Oh, baby, and this is just the start. We're gonna have lots more fun before I'm through with you," Jack said, shaking the sweat off his forehead as he stabbed yet another inch of his prick into her shitter.
"Nooooo!"
Ann sobbed, knowing that Jack was telling the truth ... and secretly glad of it.
CHAPTER THREE
Ann squirmed and writhed under the growing pain, the widening head of his prick seeming to go on forever. It was tunneling down into her body, making her muscles cramp and tremble. Ann jerked her head up and let out a hissing sound, clawing at the dirt in front of her. The blades of grass tickled her cunt and rubbed between her injured thighs. As his prick sliced deeper into her, that lewd slowness of his fucking driving the breath from her, Ann prayed with all her heart that it would stop ... or go on forever, leaving her in a continual state of arousal.
"Uhhhhhh...."
Again, her arms and legs spasmed. Jack had buried half his cock in her shitter, struggling with an overwhelming desire to fire his load into her ass. Shaking his head again, closing his eyes tightly, the big stud began pulling out, grunting while keeping his hands pressed flat against her lower back.
"Ohhhhh ... God, God, you're killing me ... ohhhh, you ... you fiend!"
Ann wept tears of shame and pain. That reverse tugging sensation felt as if he were turning her inside out. She dug her knees harder into the soft ground, yelling with pain and the wild sensation of her body being violated in this odd way.
The girl bit down on her sore lower lip once more. She couldn't even cry out now, not with the insistent shoving movements of his bar of prickmeat in her ass. She shoved her ass-cheeks away from him, trying to find some relief from that obscene sucking in her shit chute.
"Noooooo!"
Jack stopped again, rubbing his fingers on either side of her spine. Ann's shoulders shuddered with the agony, her cunt going into tremors of delight. The folding, slippery ring of muscles guarding her pussy cinched shut, relaxed, then clamped down tight on nothingness. A milking action. Yes, that's what would happen if Jack were to turn her around now and bury his prickmeat in her simmering pussy. If only he would do that, violate her cunt the way he was raping her ass! If she were going to be humiliated in this horrible way, then why not have him completely ruin her!
"Uhhhhhh ... oh, stop it, Jack, please, you don't know what you're doing!"
"Baby, I know exactly what the fuck I'm doin', " he gasped, pausing mid-thrust to shake more sweat from his forehead. Curls of his black hair hung rakishly over his forehead while the muscles in his big arms tensed, pressing against the darkly tanned flesh. "I'm fuckin' the shit outta your butt, and you're diggin' it."
"No, no!"
His hands were pinching her nipples as if to punish her for that obvious lie. The round, firm mounds of her ass were flexing against his belly, moving together as if she were actually looking for more of that awful fullness threatening to split her ass wide open.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, nice hot ass ... nice butt buttmeat!"
The sliding of his cock as it speared deeper into her ass sent more chilly rushes of delight and shame up and down her spine. Was it possible that her rectal nerves were more sensitive than those in her cunt? How her mind whirled about from that awful fuck! Closing her eyes Ann found herself thinking terrible thoughts once more, thoughts about how big his prick was, about how it was splitting her in two, about how it would be spitting out white-hot jizz into her bowels! Again and again, Ann tried driving out those lewd thoughts. But they crept back in as more of Jack's cockmeat squeezed into her shitter.
"Uhhhhhhh...." she moaned.
Jack started forward again, pressing his knees atop hers. The strange fullness inside her gut was starting to excite her more and more. It was a wild, radiant heat making her clit stand up and stiffen even more. The girl moved her bruised thighs a little to the right, then to the left, feeling the slick, sharpedged field grass cutting into her clit, massaging it, rubbing more life into it. She was masturbating this way, letting the grass enter her pussy like fuzzy, stiff little hairs that found every sputtering nerve ending!
"Uhghghghghhghgh ... ooohhhmyGod!"
In spite of the pain, in spite of the shame, Ann wanted more prick in her ass. Yes, that was the horror of it all. She actually wanted more of his prickmeat in her. She wanted him fucking her brutally in her ass.
"Fuck it, baby!"
"Fuck...."
She had opened her ass more, it seemed. The fucking was easier, in any case. He was drawing out again, her insides appearing to want to follow his prick out. Ann thought that the suction would drive her mad with passion.
"Uh! Uhhh! Uhhhhh!"
The girl cried each time Jack drove down, his cockhead fucking in deeper and deeper until his hairy crotch was slapping wetly against her ass-cheeks. All the way in! Yes, as hard as it was for the grunting girl to admit to herself, his cock was all the way in! Ann squeezed her shitter tight around his prick, trying to hold him in. She didn't care how much it hurt her now. All the teen wanted his cock to drive into her until the spinning ball of sexual heat exploded in her assguts, shattering her, scattering her body all over the hills.
"Fuck it, baby, gonna blow now, gonna blow your fuckin' butt all over the hills!"
Jack shoved back and forth, in and out, his prick chugging through her ass-hole. The hot friction in her sweaty ass was driving her up the wall. She could feel her cunt tightening, tensing, the walls rubbing against each other as heat sliced into the sides of her stiff clit.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Ann was grunting now, her body exhausted, her mind blown to pieces by the ordeal. All the pain in her body seemed focused in her violated ass-hole while Jack's hot balls slapped wetly against her ass-cheeks. As the big stud fucked his cockmeat into her more wildly, the girl's mind flashed blank. She knew that she was being fucked hard and fast, but the way her pussy reacted, Ann didn't care what was going on in her ass. Yes, let him tear her to pieces with his prick. She didn't care, didn't mind the pain, the stretching, distending of her stuffed bowels.
His stiff bar of prickmeat seemed to slow down. Then with a sweaty slap of his hard belly, Ann felt him move faster and faster. It was like having a dozen knives stabbing her all at once. Vulgar thrills accented the climax about to explode in both of them. Oh, how she wanted it to happen all at once, the juicy sliding of her cunt lips over one another and her clit, the piercing thrusts of Jack's cock in her ass.
"Baby, gonna make it. Yeah," he whispered, dropping completely on top of her and biting the nape of her neck, "Gonna make it!"
"Owwwwwwww!" Ann screamed loudly, feeling his nipping teeth nearly breaking her flesh.
"Go on, bitch, ride it with me, come on," he growled, squeezing her tits hard, mashing her nipples while pile driving his prick into her. Yes, he was going in for the last round. Ann instinctively knew that he was going to cum, going to blow his load up her ass!
"Oh, no, noooo!"
The thought of this man spilling his jizz in her ass blew through her mind like a blowtorch. She hunched her butt back and forth, slamming her thighs against the grass, clawing the dirt, burying her face in the tall weeds as that whirling ball of sexuality threatened to blow apart in her cunt. Yes, she was going to cum too, going to climax without having anything in her cunt to stimulate her!
"Uhhhhhhh!" she whimpered.
It was then the girl realized that the blades of grass sawing into her pussy were teasing her, tickling her up to climax! God, how awful, how humiliating, how excitingly wonderful!
"Come on, baby, move that butt," he said, slapping her ass-cheeks loudly with both hands, stopping his fucking for only one moment.
"Huhhhrrr! huhhhhrrrr!"
With another grunt, Jack rammed his prick deep into her ass. Ann swore that she could feel the lining tearing. His cock hit her like a runaway truck. She screamed, feeling his prick jerking, twitching unevenly in her ass. Yes, he was cumming, firing squirt after spurt of his hot jizz into her convulsing bowels.
"Uhhhhhhhh, baby, makin' it ... shootin' off in your fuckin' butt," Jack said, biting her harder, slapping her thighs, her ass, the back of her head, then jerking hard on top of her. His twitching nearly knocked all the wind from her as more and more of his cum spurted into her clutching ass-hole.
"Uhhhhhhhh...." she groaned.
Ann felt herself pitching over the edge as his cock danced inside her shitter. She felt her pussy snap shut on emptiness, the walls slapping so hard that the girl swore she could hear them. Convulsing, her body jerking as if someone had touched a live electric wire to it, Ann felt his cum-shooting fuckpole in her ass and flew into the abyss of climax. For a moment she thought the power of her own cum would knock her unconscious.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, make it, make it!" Jack cried.
The two of them wrestled together that way for what seemed like an eternity, Ann's tortured body writhing under the steady beating of Jack's shooting prick. When it was finally over, Ann let out a sigh of relief, clawing softly at the grass while Jack braced his knees against the backs of hers and pulled out. The sensation of his softening cock sliding out on a layer of his cum sent more chilly heat rushing into her cunt. Ann groaned, her shoulders shaking with delight.
"You were somethin' else, baby. I knew you'd dig havin' your butt fucked. You're the kind who digs any kind of fuckin' ... just as long as it's good and hot," Jack said, leering down at her as he stood up and fumbled around for his pants.
"You ... you forced me to do this," Ann sobbed, wiping her eyes with one hand. How awful it was, feeling the jizz trickling from her shitter and wetting down her thighs!
Jack was laughing as he drew his Levi's up over his legs. "Listen, baby, once I started fuckin' you, you couldn't get enough of it. And you're gonna pay me some mind again, bitch. We're gonna make it more 'n this one time ... and you're gonna dig it even more than now."
"Ohhhhh...."
Ann wanted to throw his words at his face. But to do so now would be unwise. How could she get back home on time? If he left her here, surely her mother would know something was up. Under the circumstances, Ann wasn't sure if she could lie convincingly enough to convince her perceptive mother.
"Now get dressed and get back in the car. Gotta make you look real nice for mommy," he sneered, grabbing her wadded panties, then flinging them in Ann's face.
Brushing back her hair, Ann fought away the tears and pulled her damp panties over her legs, shivering as the cold material touched her hot, swollen cunt. Tucking her legs under her ass, Ann stood up shakily, feeling the muscles ache around her thighs and lower back. Jack was tucking his shirt back into his pants, still leering at her, zipping up his fly finally and walking away. He didn't even offer to help her up the hillside to the car!
"Come on, baby, don't want your old lady wonderin' where the fuck you been," Jack called over his shoulder.
Never, never would she see this animal again. Ann vowed as she picked her way gingerly up the steep hillside to the car.
* * *
Back home, Ann's mother, Marrian, was having a dilemma of her own.
"Uh ... some coffee, Justin?"
"No, no thanks, Mom."
Marrian sat uneasily at the edge of the sofa, her coffee cup barely rattling on the saucer as she stared at her handsome eighteen-year-old son. Justin had been such a problem as a child, especially after his father had died. It had been six years since Brad had been around to give him a firm hand.
"You're home ... early. We didn't expect you until next week some time."
"Guess everything got mixed up in the mails ... about the information when I was getting out of classes and all," Justin said, lowering his eyes for a moment.
They still couldn't talk to one another as mother and son. Maybe it was because they had never had quite that kind of relationship. All those years and they had never sat down and felt comfortable with one another. And now Marrian was having feelings toward him, about her own son, that she could hardly keep down. Turning from him, she stirred her coffee, wondering when Ann would be coming home. Surely her daughter would ease the situation. Ann and Justin got along just fine.
"Well, I haven't got your room ready yet. But if you don't mind waiting...."
"No problem, Mom."
He was leaning toward her now, one knee brushing against hers. Marrian felt her body shudder, her fingers becoming numb, icy, barely able to hold the cup. She placed the coffee back on the table, feeling very out of sync with the rest of the world. Before the doorbell had rung, she had been sitting alone in the kitchen drying her eyes. It had been so long, so very long since she had had male companionship. Most of the time she had managed to keep busy with raising her children and part-time jobs. But every now and then the feeling would come over her that life was passing her by, and there was little she could do about it. Tonight was one of those times, and she had resigned herself to a night of crying when Justin had suddenly walked in.
"Maybe I'd better go and get it ready. You know, Ann's been talking about you all week," Marrian said, getting up and realizing only then how shaky she was. Her knees were weak, knocking against one another and a strange kind of tingling was making her flesh feel so hot. A kind of tight itchiness was throbbing around her stiffening nipples while her pussy started to burn. Again, the thought that this was her own son sitting there, triggering these obscene feelings, raced through her mind. Marrian thought it best that she get out of the room as quickly as possible to avoid any untoward scene. Justin stood up, running his fingers through his short blond hair. He was so handsome, and his blue eyes sparkled so sexily ... just like her late husband's used to when he would lead her to the bedroom and...."No!"
"Mom, something wrong?"
"Nothing," she said, putting one hand in front of her to stop Justin while closing her eyes. She had to struggle for control. Turning from her son, Marrian tried to fight down the bubbling-hot feeling making her cunt lips swell, fold over one another, rub slickly together as she moved from the long sofa. She was afraid that her face would reveal her smoldering lust for her son! Yes, she could admit it now, her son. She wanted him to touch her, to do things to her that ... oh, God, she couldn't let this train of thought go on any further! Marrian didn't know what on earth would happen if she kept thinking of Justin as her lover. "Maybe a touch of the flu.
"I'll take an aspirin and be all right."
"Here, lemme help."
Marrian had prayed that Justin wouldn't touch her. But there it was. Things were becoming so blurred, so out of focus. Marrian realized that her breathing was hard, labored, when her son moved around the coffee table, then took her by the elbow. She leaned against him, putting one hand to her throat and keeping her eyes closed. The bathrobe she had been wearing was starting to open. Moving her other hand up, she clutched the terry cloth edges, folding her robe closed.
"Justin, I'm fine ... really."
"I don't think so."
His hands were sliding around her waist. Marrian struggled like a tiny bird, turning around to see her son smiling a sexy, cynical smile. The situation was becoming dangerous fast. Again, the attractive woman tried moving away, but her son's hands locked behind her waist, drawing her close. She could feel his breath pumping against her throat.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped.
He was kissing her throat. God, his lips were so hot. She almost giggled, feeling her cunt explode into tingly, tight fires. What was she doing? Was she becoming some kind of incestuous nymphomaniac? All this damned loneliness had done it to her! And now she was being held by her son, her own son, who was feeling her ass and kissing her.
"Nooooo, Justin, please, this can't be happening!"
"It already is. I don't know what the hell's happening, Mom, but...."
His fingers were opening her gown. She felt the edges clinging to her tits, holding onto her large red nipples before opening up completely. Justin dropped his head, gently sucking her stiff nipple between his teeth. Marrian let out a hissing sound, feeling his hands slowly stroking the feathery blonde fuzz of her cunt. In a moment they were back on the sofa, her ass squirming over the sofa cushions, her thighs spreading for his touch. When his finger slid into her hot wet cuntcrack, Marrian groaned loudly, letting her head fall back, wondering in the back of her mind where this would take her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"This ... just isn't right," Marrian said, pushing her son away, reaching back with one hand to the sofa to steady herself. There was a wolf-like stare in her son's eyes as he moved toward her. Marrian backed away, her heart beating like a triphammer.
"Come on, Mom, come on," he said, stretching out one hand, curling his fingers toward himself.
"No ... oh, Justin, Justin, you don't know what you're doing."
He'd always been unmanageable, a being unto himself. Her late husband could handle him most of the times. But now, now things were different.
"Don't!" she said.
Justin lunged at her, his fingers locking around her small wrists. Marrian cried out in pain, feeling her robe slip open, revealing her lithe, attractive body. Justin held her that way, his fingers nearly crushing her bones, his gaze roaming freely, shamelessly over his mother's naked body.
"Ohhhh ... God!"
Marrian's cheeks burned with humiliation as she stood there, her robe hanging uselessly around her shoulders. Justin was watching her, his gaze on her high-riding tits, her red nipples, her long white thighs, her pussy.
"Wow ... thought you were something else ... but this goes to prove it."
"Justin ... you don't know what you're saying. I'm your ... your mother," Marrian said, emphasizing the last word.
That word-mother-rang in her ears, made her blush even more furiously as her son's fingers tightened around her wrists. But then why was she feeling the things she did, the hot tightness between her legs? She let out a shuddering breath, closing her eyes and working her fingers against her thighs, trying to push away the warm, tingly feeling settling over her pussy. She had to talk her son out of this.
"Justin, you have to let me go. This is crazy, insane!"
"Crazy, huh?"
His blue eyes blazed suddenly, his forehead tightening while his lips curled up into a cynical smile.
"Sick, maybe? Why don't you say that, Mom? I'm gonna show you just how sick I can be."
It was like facing a high, rolling ocean wave. "No, I'll scream ... don't Marrian twisted frantically in her son's hard grip, her gown slipping from her shoulders and puddling around her naked feet. She could feel her tits rocking and slapping together, her thighs tightening as her son held her wrists hard between his fingers.
"Help ... oh, God!"
"Damn it!"
His hands left her wrists. In a moment Marrian felt her son's left hand wrap tightly around her waist while the other slipped over her opening mouth, his fingers pressing her lips in so hard that they cut against her front teeth. He was dragging her back, back past the sofa, back toward the bedroom. Her heels dragged over the blue thick piling of the living room carpet, her ankles striking the coffee table, the sofa. Marrian drew her hands up, curling her fingers around her son's right hand, trying to pry it off her lips so she could let out another yell.
"Don't, Mom ... don't do it or I'm gonna hurt you," Justin warned.
Hurt his own mother? No, never! She had loved him, had been good to him. Surely he wouldn't do something as foul as that. Marrian kept trying to pry the hand off her mouth, kicking back, twisting her body as best she could while her son dragged her down the darkened hall.
"No! Stop this!"
The hand at her waist had gone for a moment. Marrian twisted her body to the right, arching her spine, pulling away from her son. But the hand on her mouth still held, keeping her head pressed against his chest. There was a jingling sound. His zipper! Oh, God, he was going to fuck her! Suddenly the thought of having her own son raping her right there in her house knifed through her brain, horrifying her. Marrian screamed again, this time into Justin's callused palm, and kicked back. She had to get away. There could be no way that she could submit to something like this-her son, her own son!
"Damn it!" Justin bellowed.
Her right heel had caught him in the shin, catching Justin off-balance for a second. Marrian took advantage of his temporary surprise and jerked forward, pulling completely away from her son. Not daring to look back, the woman let out a small cry and darted down the hall, her thighs jiggling, her ass-cheeks bouncing up and down, her tits slapping wildly together. Where would she flee? The backyard? The streets? What would the neighbors say, watching her rush from the house stark naked, her hair streaming back, with her son in hot pursuit? Marrian didn't care. At this point, all she wanted was to flee from her son.
"Come back here!" he yelled.
The frantic blonde woman had managed to reach the kitchen doorway when Justin caught up with her, his fingers catching her hair, jerking her back. Marrian screamed, her arms stretched out in front of her, her fingers clawing uselessly at the air, her knees bending, falling to the carpeted floor. Marrian sobbed, frantically pounding her hands around her scalp, trying to pry his fingers from her golden strands while her tits hung forward slightly from her chest. Please don't let this happen! she prayed silently, hot tears rushing down her cheeks.
"Thought you'd run away, huh, Mom? I was thinkin' about fuckin' you all the way back here from school, and then you run away," Justin said, his voice thick, trembling with an unspoken threat.
"All the way back? Oh, my God, what's happened to you, Justin? Thinking that kind of thing ... it's unnatural!" Marrian gasped with horror, forgetting temporarily about the pain in her scalp.
"Can't help it. That's just the way I felt ... felt that way a long time, too," he added, twisting her hair a little more, letting out a sigh when he heard his mother cry out in pain under him.
"Ohhhhhh!"
She was flat on the floor now, her tits pillowing out on the carpeting, her legs spread out so that her toes touched either wall of the narrow corridor. The stiff, scratchy feel of the carpeting against her pussy felt strangely good, tingly, satisfying. But Marrian did all she could to keep this pleasant feeling a secret from her son. Surely he would come to his senses.
"Uhhhhhh...." she moaned.
For the time being, Marrian knew that she had to endure this horror show. He was between her legs now, his right hand exploring her girlish waist. Marrian trembled under her son's touch. She could hear his labored breathing, knew he was aroused, sexually aroused. Letting out another soft moan, Marrian tried drawing her legs together, shuddering at the scratchy feel of the carpeting against her thigh flesh.
"Oh no, no...."
"Open up, Mom ... come on, open up," he said, mockery heavy in his voice.
It was as if she didn't know this young man, her son. He rolled on top of her, shoving his legs between hers, keeping her open and wide apart. The idea of what he was trying to do made the woman shudder with revulsion. Her normal life had suddenly been turned upside down, shattered by this terror. Marrian could taste bile rising in her throat. She had to keep her sense, her composure, at least as much as she could. Perhaps there would be a time when she could bolt from him, escape and run away!
"Yeah, Mom, come on, it's gonna feel real good roddin' you, real good...."
His voice was a sigh, as soft as her ass-cheeks, which gave under the pressure of the stud's thick-muscled thighs. He had opened his pants fully. Marrian could feel his cock, his long stiff hot prick, that tempting cockflesh she used to catch glimpses of when he was a teenager taking a shower in the upstairs bathroom. It was pressing against her ass-cheeks now, edging dangerously close to her hot, sweaty asscrack.
"Uhhhhh...."
Marrian squirmed and writhed, trying to pull away from her son. But Justin was playing a savage game with her, opening his mouth, then biting down on her hair, yanking it back until she squealed in pain again, her body trembling with agony.
"Nooooo ... oh, Justin ... you're hurting me, hurting your own mother!" Marrian sobbed, blinking away the tears welling up behind her eyes.
"Yeahhhh...."
He jerked his head back once more, tearing out several strands with his teeth, massaging his hands up and down her shoulder blades.
And now she could feel his hot throbbing cock pushing into the intimate junction between her thighs. No mother should be feeling this! No mother! And yet there she was, stretched out on the floor, loving every second of this horror.
A car drove by outside. Someone outside was arguing about something. In the kitchen, the wall clock ticked mechanically while the refrigerator hummed as usual. Yes, everything was going on normally, in spite of the incestuous scene happening right here under her own roof.
"Justin!"
"Poor little Mom," Justin mocked. "You don't look comfortable. You oughtta be all smiles, especially knowing what I'm going to do to you."
Marrian shouted when she felt her son's fingers stroking her cunt. Realizing what was going to happen in a moment, she struggled wildly.
"God, help, he's raping me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Damn it!"
There was the sound of a fist hissing through the air. Marrian couldn't believe it. He was going to strike her, knock her out. She screamed again, getting out the first few words before the fist hit her on the right side of the head. Stars exploded in front of her eyes as the woman let out a groan, her body jerking from the force of the blow. Marrian struggled "to keep her consciousness. But Justin's hammering fist had done its job. With a groan, the blonde woman fell unconscious, her body about to be violated.
Marrian had no idea how long she had been unconscious. She came to, feeling herself in a sitting position. At first afraid to open her eyes, the woman couldn't resist cracking them a bit. Breathing heavily, Marrian cracked her lids, peering through the long blonde lashes. She wasn't upstairs any longer. Justin had dragged her though the kitchen and down the stairs, apparently, to the basement. Her heels and ankles were sore, doubtlessly from having struck the steps on the way down to the cellar. Opening her eyes wider, Marrian saw that she was on an older wooden chair, the back having been cracked years ago. Splinters bit into her shoulders and thighs and her toes curled against the cold concrete beneath.
Marrian wanted to rub her forehead, shake away the gray cobwebs that Justin had put there with his fist. But she realized at this point that she couldn't. Her hands had been tied behind the chair, her arms stretched around the back of that wooden chair. Her shoulders ached from the unnatural position. Justin had tied her well, looping the half-inch line around her wrists in two figure-eight knots, securing the line with a slipknot. The rope bit into her flesh, chafing the skin pink whenever she moved her wrists around in attempts to slip free. Opening her eyes completely and shaking her head, Marrian realized that her legs were bound also, her ankles to the bent legs of the chair. Justin had tied them also with figure-eight knots, binding her ankles to the wood. Turning her head toward the half-lit stairs to her right, Marrian saw her son standing there, his massive body blocking out the light filtering down from the kitchen. Seeing him darkly silhouetted like that made the woman shudder. He looked like an executioner!
"Ohhhhh, Justin, what are you doing to me? Dear God, what?"
"I'm sick and tired of hearing you yell out, Mom. I'm gonna make sure you don't do nothin' except moan."
He was slipping his pants off completely now, stepping from them, his fat prick wagging from side to side, striking his thighs. Reaching in his pocket, Justin pulled out a dirty white handkerchief. He wadded it up, then swaggered over to the chair, where he pulled back on his mother's hair and jammed the filthy rag into her mouth.
"Uhhhhffff!"
"You know, I'm not the only guy who thought about workin' a number on his old lady," Justin said, fixing the gag, then taping it to her head with an inch-and-one-half masking tape. "I talked to a lotta guys up there in Stanford. You know." Justin bent down next to his mother and looked up into her wide, terrified eyes. "Lots of guys think about fuckin' their mothers, about tyin' 'em up and gettin' back for all those years they didn't let them do stuff. Don't know." Justin paused, looking away for a moment and shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe it's wrong. Lots of people would think so. But," he added, standing up and shaking loose hair from his eyes, "I don't think so. Thought about this a lot. Cut the last few days of physics to come down here and think about it, maybe do something about it. Well, it's going down now, Mom, going down."
Marrian shook her head violently from side to side, crying out through the spit-soaked gag, tensing her muscles so hard that they ached and cramped. He wasn't fucking her yet, hadn't fucked her. No, her pussy wasn't damp with cum, wasn't sore from the stretching she surely would have felt from a prick the size of Justin's. But what was he going to do, then?
"Gotta warm up, and dad's old generator's just the thing."
What? Marrian watched him with her rounded eyes, twisting her wrists around in the rope. He moved to the old workbench near the stairs, knocking aside several of the old tools and pulling a large, gray machine from the top. It was the portable generator her late husband had purchased just before he died. Now her son was pulling it out, straightening the colored wires dangling from the sides.
Minutes passed, maddening minutes, and Marrian felt her flesh crawling with terror and perspiration. Beads of sweat dotted her wrinkled forehead and her fingers were growing cold and numb from the restraining rope. She tried pushing her thighs farther apart, working her toes against the floor, anything to increase the circulation. And all the while, Justin was working nearby, stark naked, his prick having lost some of its stiffness. But his balls still pulled high and tight against his groin, a sure sign that he was still aroused by the fact of having his mother stripped and bound near him.
"There...."
Finished? With what? Marrian craned her neck forward as much as she could, peering through the darkness at that big gray machine her son had cleaned a bit. Blue and red and black wires twisted out of the generator, the ends tipped by silver clamps Justin had attached during the passing time. "Mmmmmfffffff!"
"Ever see somethin' like this, Mom? I heard the Nazis used lots of electricity in the camps during World War II," Justin said, holding one wire up to his face and twisting the clamp in front of his eyes. He was smiling more broadly, his teeth barely showing under his thick blond mustache. It was a horrible smile, one that made the woman tremble in her bonds. "They used to have people electrocute one another this way. I'm not gonna go that far ... I think."
Marrian didn't know what her son was up to, but she was certain that it would be awful. She moaned again through the gag, pushing her tongue against the dirty cotton, trying to wriggle free of the restraining ropes around her wrists and ankles. The chair scraped against the concrete floor while her tits jiggled from her violent movements. Then feeling a wave of exhaustion, Marrian stopped, her head hanging low, her hair curtaining her face.
"There's no way you're gonna get outta here without me lettin' you loose. So you might as well get used to it."
Justin moved the generator around to her chair, setting it on a low overturned box. He had already plugged the thick black wire into the wall socket and was examining the clamps once more. Some were larger than the others, all of them looking incredibly evil. "Mfffffff!"
Marrian's eyes widened even more, her fingers working against her palms, her throat and chest tightening until they hurt as her son opened one clamp and moved it to her right nipple. Justin was watching her, his eyes dancing merrily, savagely as he brushed the cold metal against her hot, rubbery tit tip. Closing her eyes the woman let out another shuddering groan, jerking her body back, hearing the chair scrape once more against the floor. No, he couldn't be doing this to her, couldn't be tormenting her this way!
"Uhhfhhfhfhfhhgthhfhfff!"
He had done it! Crying out as loudly as she could, Marrian felt the cold, cruel teeth of the small clamp bite into her nipple! It was like having a thousand microscopic icy needles cutting into her flesh! Marrian jerked back, her body whipping from side to side, nearly unending the chair. Justin had to hold her down as he affixed the clamp more judiciously around her nipple.
"Easy, Mom, you've got others to go," Justin said, slapping her lightly across the face to bring her to.
Marrian sobbed, chewing down on the filthy gag, wondering when her daughter would come home, praying that she wouldn't for a while.
CHAPTER FIVE
"And this one ... goes right here."
Marrian let out another groan, biting down hard on the gag as Justin opened the teeth of the second half-inch clamp, then let them bite down on her left nipple. The woman struggled back against the chair, rubbing her spine against the support, feeling herself grow faint from the pain. The sensation of the clamps biting down into her nipples took her breath away. And those wires! They promised more to come, more pain, more humiliation. Again, Marrian looked pleadingly at her son, wishing that she could roll the gag out, beg him, promise him anything. Surely there couldn't have been anything in the past that could have merited something like this!
"Now for the fun parts...."
Two of the large clamps dangled in his right hand. Taking the first one, Justin opened it up, clamping it to her right cunt lip. The shock of having something down there, of having something touching her cunt, let alone of having her son involved with it, nearly knocked Marrian out of her mind. She winced, her body shivering, her flesh puckering up into goose pimples as the tiny, needle-like teeth nibbled into her pussymeat. And then there was the second clamp, drawing closer to her other cunt lip. Justin was humming some tune as he fastened the metal device to her pussy.
"Two more to go...."
Marrian looked down, seeing her body wired this obscenely to that awful machine. As she moved, the black wires jiggled together, the clamps seeming to bite down even more savagely into her body. Justin took another clamp and he attached it to the moist red cunt-meat just below her clit.
"Yeah, you tell me you're not excited, Mom, but look at this," Justin said, rubbing his knuckles over her pussy, then raising them and shoving them in front of her eyes. They were wet, wet with her flowing, hot juices of arousal.
"Ooooffff!"
"Nothin' more to say, Mom. You want this same kinda stuff like I do."
"No, nooo!" she cried through the gag.
But by now her juices were boiling, seething from her weeping fuck-hole, slicking down her tightening thighs. Marrian felt her muscles convulsing around her fuzzy pussy, milking the aroused walls against nothingness. Oh, if only she had something inside her, something as thick and long and hot as her son's cock! It was wrong to think of something like that, she guessed. But how could she help it? Everything conspired to make her into this kind of grunting, gasping slut. "Uhhhhhh...."
Justin moved around behind the chair, reaching around and spreading his mother's ass-cheeks wide apart as best he could. Marrian felt him pushing her forward, raising her ass up from the splintery chair bottom for a moment. Then something cold and thin was being stuffed into her ass. He was sliding a clamp up her shitter! Marrian closed her eyes and gasped, feeling her shitter muscles tightening around this unnatural invasion.
"Oooooohfffff!"
The muscles around her arms and shoulders ached. And those clamps, those awful clamps chewing so painfully, and yet so erotically around her cunt were driving her mad! Justin pulled back and checked the wires, satisfied that he had done a good job. Marrian was breathing hard now, her nostrils burning from the air she sucked in with wheezing gasps to feed her twisting body.
"Nooofff!" she protested again through the salty gag.
"You don't have a choice, Mom. Just like I didn't have a choice in a lotta things you and dad did to me," Justin countered.
She saw Justin heading over to the generator. He stopped by the right side of the big machine, looked at her once, then looked down at the dials and flipped on the switch. Immediately a gentle humming sound filled the room. Marrian tensed, waiting for the first rush of electricity to crash into her body.
"You know, there's enough juice put outta this thing to fry a fish ... at least, that's what dad said just before he kicked over. You think so, Mom?" Justin taunted, smiling at his terrified mother.
"Uhhhhffff...."
Marrian struggled, bending forward at the waist, pulling her wrists against the wooden back while twisting her legs and ankles around as best she could. The ropes groaned from her frantic moves but held fast, rubbing painfully against her flesh.
"No way, Mom, no way!"
The wait was terrifying. At any second her son could release the power of that generator into her body. Marrian felt her stomach tightening, turning over, churning with horror. Oh how heavy those clamps were on her tits, pulling at her nipples. And that thing in her ass was pushing up like a finger, an obscene digit wiggling its way up into her bowels. How those tiny teeth nibbling at her clit seemed to move, actually move, even though Marrian knew that they were perfectly still! More juice seeped out, washing over her pussy-hairs, slicking down her thighs as that awful humming sound filled her ears.
Justin had turned toward his mother, his victim. The woman's face was flushed more than before, her eyes glazed and wide, staring back at her son in disbelieving horror. The cotton gag swelled her cheeks, puffing them out while spit frothed around the corners of her stretched lips. The clamps were making her nipples blush darkly and her cunt lips spread apart from the weight of the heavier, broader metal clamps. Marrian moaned like a frightened little puppy, afraid of the dark and hungry for affection.
His fingers were near the dial. And then slowly they turned the plastic wheel, making the humming rise another pitch.
"Uhhhhhhh...." she whimpered.
Marrian threw her shoulders back, slamming her spine against the chair. It was different, humiliating, awful! Her tits pulsed, the wire in her ass jumping around as if it had a life of its own, while the muscles throughout her body tightened. It was just a little bit of electricity, just enough for the woman to feel it. A warming, slight burning sensation exploded around both nipples, her clit, her cunt lips, her ass-hole. Marrian tightened her muscles in her thighs, jerking them together as best she could. She could feel the ropes still holding her arms and legs prisoner. The buzzing echoed through her ears now as electricity shot into her body. Her belly tightened, then rippled from the current. Her spread cunt lips were slick with more and more juice that spilled over her thighs.
"Yeah, Mom, that's just a sample of what's gonna come," Justin said, reaching down wkh one hand and jacking his prick slowly. Marrian turned her head in his direction, her eyes taking in the big dark generator that seemed to loom even more than before. Then she moved her eyes up and saw his cock, that big juicy hunk of prickmeat throbbing between his fingers and wished, for one awful second, that Justin would slip it to her!
How fantasies danced in her head as more and more electricity rippled through her bound body. Marrian jerked again, her legs twitching, banging up against the chair while the ropes still did their job. There was another increase in electricity, the generator humming a note higher than before. The faint pulse had increased to a steady throbbing in her tits and cunt, her ass feeling as if someone were licking up there, skewering her body with a warm, wet prick. Fucked in the ass! Just the thought of it, of having a cock shoved up where that wire was now made Marrian tremble.
"Huhhrhrhhrrrr!" she growled.
Another increase. Her arms spasmed, the muscles knotting up until they cramped while the tendons pressed up against her thighs, ridging her sweat-slicked flesh. Marrian knew that there would be more, more that would tear her flesh, rip it to pieces! And how her cunt itched through all this, itched and tingled as if she were waiting impatiently for a hot lover to come and...
"Aggghhfhfffff!"
That wire seemed to clog her ass even more than before! Marrian jerked more wildly as Justin increased the setting.
"Now we're gettin' into the hot stuff ... yeah, you're gonna really get into it now!"
As the electricity soared through her body, Marrian jerked wildly, biting down hard on the cloth gag. Her temples throbbed and ached as she heard the generator nearly screaming next to her. Her nipples were swollen more and more, pressing against the chewing teeth of the sputtering clamp. The muscles in her belly knotted more and her clit felt as if it were swelling to the bursting point. Again, Marrian tried closing her legs, tried working those awful clamps from around her cunt lips and clit. But nothing worked. All she could do was sit there and take it, have the electricity rippling into her helpless body while her son laughed and increased the setting yet another notch.
"Yaggghghhhfhhffff!" she screamed.
The room sank away from her consciousness. Now all that was left was a yellow glow filming her eyes, matching the glow warming her pussy, her thighs. Her cunt lips felt raw, pulsing, hot and tense.
"Come on, come on, Mom, you like it, right? You like it."
Marrian looked heavy lidded at her son, wishing with one part of her mind that he would die, and with the other part that he would tear off those awful wires, throw her onto the floor and fuck her!
"Maybe a little more juice...."
If only she could beg him to stop, promise she would do anything for him. But the gag kept her from saying a word. Screaming through the gag, Marrian watched helplessly as the dial moved up yet another notch.
"Yaggghghhhhffff!"
It was like having hard fists hitting her in the tits, cunt and ass. The shocks, pulsing one after the other, were like shards of glass tearing into her body. Her ass recoiled like an over-wound spring, making her think she was about to disgrace herself, shit all over the chair, add further yet to her humiliation and degradation.
"Uhhfhhfhhffff!"
Urine spouted from her cunt, wetting down her thighs as Marrian felt herself losing control of her natural functions. Her fingernails were scratching painfully at her wrists and palms as fiery steel daggers stabbed into her pussy and tits. Another notch, and the generator screamed like a soprano now. Marrian screamed as well, her eyes sinking back in her head, her eyelids fluttering, her legs shivering and shaking uncontrollably while her tits danced and jiggled against the wagging black wires. More juice and more cries choked behind the cotton gag.
"Go for it, Mom."
"Huhhhrrrrr! Huhhhhrrrr!"
The world exploded into millions of pieces, her body shattering along with it. She would die, surely die from this, electrocuted by her own son in the basement of her house. How would Ann see this? Would Jack go after her the way he had attacked his own mother? The thought saddened her only briefly. Then another, more powerful jolt of electricity surging through the black wires, drove even those thoughts from her mind.
"Ygghfhfhhfff!" she cried through the gag.
Marrian writhed, saliva oozing from her mouth, cunt-juice gushing from her fuzzy fuck-hole. She arched her spine, bowing out from the chair, the ropes straining and groaning as the woman nearly glowed with electrical current. What things were going on in her body! Her lips and nipples were turning purple from the increase of electrical current, spittle setting like diamonds on her lips. There was some great beast stalking inside her body, the claws tearing at her insides, ripping her bowels, tearing at her clit, at her nipples. Her head jerked from side to side, her blonde hair splashing over her face and base of her throat. No more, no more. Her heart was beating irregularly. Surely it would burst from this surge of pain and pleasure and electricity.
"Yughghhhfhhfhfff!"
And then the inexplicable happened! In the midst of the beating, throbbing pain, Marrian experienced climax, one of the most shattering climaxes she had ever had in her life!
"Mmfmfmmffff!" she panted.
Her mind flew to pieces, her body twisting and writhing until the ropes nearly drew blood from her wrists and ankles. She coughed and laughed and screamed through the soaked cotton, wanting to tear at anything that came close, unable to move from the chair. She shuddered and jerked, the electricity keeping her climax going, intensifying the abnormally powerful explosions of her clit.
"Ghgfhhghhghghggtf!"
Her face was a blur. Her legs kicked against the ropes binding her ankles. Just could take no more. With a rapid hand movement, he shut the machine down. Marrian felt as if some great force that had been pinning her body down to the chair were suddenly released. With a gasping groan, she sank heavily forward, the ropes keeping her from tumbling to the floor. How her cunt burned and ached from the electrical onslaught and her own climax! The throbs still went on, not ebbing even though the power had been switched off! And her ass-hole! Marrian had no idea of the nerves back there, of how they could be stimulated!
"Uhhhhhh...." she moaned.
Justin was pulling the wires from her nipples. Half conscious, groaning, Marrian felt herself being released from the chair, felt herself falling into her horrible son's arms. She was still sobbing, feeling the terrible tremors erupting in her cunt and ass-hole. Even her tits spasmed and jerked. Marrian felt herself fainting, falling into a black abyss of unconsciousness. Justin wouldn't let her go this easily. No, her son had more, much more to put her through.
There was no answer. He said nothing, pulling her from the chair. Her body weighed heavily against him as the young naked man pulled his mother past the chair, past the workbench and generator, past the water heater to a pile of old rags stacked to one side. "Uhhhhhh...."
"Gonna fuck your mouth, Mom. Gonna see how it feels gettin' sucked off by my own mother," Justin said, wrapping his fingers around her head and jerking her face into his crotch.
Marrian was nearly smothered by his soft, leathery balls. She sneezed, the wiry hairs of his crotch tickling the insides of her nostrils.
"Suck it," he demanded.
His fingers were twisting in her hair again, threatening to snatch her bald. Her pussy still convulsing, Marrian obeyed willingly, parting her full lips, feeling them peel back over her teeth as if she were about to kiss. Instead of a mouth, however, she received fat hot prick-meat rubbing over her lower lip. The weight made it pout down. Yes, she could taste the clean, bleachy flavor of his cum as it oozed from his piss-slit. And then her son was shoving forward, sliding his prick over her tongue, telling her to massage the sensitive groove under his prickhead.
Down, down it went, making her cheeks puff out, making her eyes water with lust, with depravity, with horror, and with inexplicable joy. Marrian had to breathe through her nose as his cock blocked her mouth. She was doing as he wanted, wriggling her tongue from side to side, drawing more juice from his fuckrod, watching her son's body tremble as hers had done earlier with the electricity. He fanned his fingers out along the sides of her head now, pressing the tips against her skull as if he were about to crush it. Sawing his prick in and out, he fucked her mouth until his cockhead was massaging her tonsils. Justin was saying terrible things to her, things that he had wanted to say for years.
"Good head, Mom. Yeahhhh, always wanted to have you suck me off, wrap that tongue around my prick. Used to lay in bed thinking about you and Dad fuckin' away in the room next door. Wanted to do the same thing ... have you suck my prick, then get fucked."
Words. Just words. They drifted in and out of her head as Marrian kept sucking on her son's cock. How big it was! How good his prick felt pressing against the insides of her cheeks, caressing her tongue, thrusting down her throat! She sucked hard, her cheeks caving in.
"Good head, Mom, real good head ... just ... uhhh ... like I thought it would be," Justin said, leaning against his mother in such a way that his lower belly pressed against her forehead.
Marrian sucked harder, the taste of his cum becoming stronger, saltier, making her swallow more and more. Justin was groaning louder now, twisting his hips from side to side, stirring his cock inside her mouth like a big spoon. Her tongue kept licking around his fat fuckrod, drawing more and more juice from it. She no longer knew if it were her son kneeling there, forcing his cock in her mouth, or some wonderful strange lover come to save her from her boring listless life. Everything was happening too fast for her to think.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Marrian sighed.
She felt his fat cockhead shoving back over her tongue, sliding back more and more until it was clear to the back of her throat!
"Good, real good."
Marrian groaned. Yes it was good, very good. In spite of everything, or perhaps because of everything, this was making her body sing in a tone it rarely had. How good, how wonderful it was!
CHAPTER SIX
"Fuck...." Justin held his prick in his mother's mouth, his double-lobed cockhead slowly fucking in and out between her compressed lips. "Ohhhhhh!"
He pulled out completely, holding his fingers tightly around his fuckrod until the head turned purple, big and purple. Marrian knew what that meant. Her son was close to shooting his jizz. Oh, and she had been the one to excite him, to drive him to this point! The thought made her head spin with excitement!
"Justin...."
How should she act now? He had put her through so much, had hurt her, degraded her, and yet she wanted more of that treatment, more.
"Damn it!" he yelled.
"Noooo!"
He slapped her across the face, his knuckles bruising her chin and lips. Yes, let him do anything to her, hit her, torment her, do anything as long as he could satisfy the longing and throbbing in her cunt!
"Uhhhhh!" she gasped.
He was on top of her, his knees spreading hers apart, his prickhead jabbing for her cunt. Marrian rolled her head from side to side, keeping her shoulder blades and ass flat on the mass of stinking rags under her. She could feel Justin's breath on her tits, feel his mouth chewing on her sore nipples, his tongue lathering the tips with hot spit. "Ohhhhh...."
Her son, her own son, and his prickhead was finding her cunt-hairs. Her knees were edging back, back, until they pressed against her tits. In a moment she felt his prickhead sliding on her juices up into her hot, throbbing cunt. Fucked! Fucked for the first time in six years, and by her sadistic son. His hot prickflesh shoved against her, fucking her, reaming her out, getting her hot enough to hunch back onto him.
"Uhhhh, Mom, go for it ... go!"
Marrian thought about the ropes, about the electricity that tore through her body and screamed, arching her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the rags.
"Want me to stop now, Mom? Want me to stop fuckin' you?"
"No, oh, no, no, no!"
It was to her shame that she admitted this. Her nipples still pulsing from the metal clamps, her cunt still clutching around madly from the electricity, Marrian couldn't deny the pleasure her son was bringing her with his cock. With another groan, the frantic woman shot her hands around his back, pulling him down closer to her body.
"Take it, Mom, take it, fuck it out, get my cum," he grunted, shoving his fuckrod deep inside the clutching cunthole. His prickmeat slid in on that thick film of pussy oil. Again and again, he fucked her, rodding his own mother, his ass shoving down fast, sending his cockmeat steaming in and out of Marrian's cunt as fast as he could make it.
"Uhhhhhh...."
"More, Mom? You want more? You want it all the way, Mom?"
His taunting voice ran in her head as she tightened her thighs, hunching up. She felt his strokes getting longer, deeper, slower. Marrian tightened up on her cuntsheath still more, squeezing as much as she could on the downstroke. She felt his cockhead working its way down, down into her clutching, begging body. Tremors of incredible need were starting up again, making her writhe desperately under her son. She was heading for another climax, her body about to explode all over again. But this time there was a reason, his cock buried up to the hilt, his balls ready to pump out a good hot load into her.
"Ohhhh...."
She was moaning, gripping her son tighter as she shoved her body up onto his convulsing fuckrod. Justin went wild, grinding his hips against hers. His cock careened into her pussy like a runaway missile. As the spasms of her pussy became stronger and fed up to her clit, Marrian moaned and grunted, hoping against hope that her son would cum soon. Her climax was there, just out of reach, so close that she was afraid to move. Then suddenly she felt Justin's prick start to throb around deep in her cunt. The woman's pussy muscles tightened and convulsed wildly.
"Shoot ... gonna...."
Justin couldn't finish the sentence. Crying out with a low, wild growl the young man blew apart, hot jizz flooding into his mother's cunt. Marrian felt her hot, sore stretched cunt blowing apart at the same time. Her climax came on so strong that she nearly fainted. Her clit throbbed and beat more wildly than when it had exploded under the electrical assault.
"Yaggghghhhhhhh!"
It was as if she were about to die! Her cunt gripped hard onto her son's shooting prick, clutching it in massaging movements twice for every load of jizz shot into her pussy.
"Yaggghghghhhhuhhhh!"
And then it was over! Marrian lay there on the pile of rags like a discarded sack, one arm draped over her eyes, a feeling of shame and guilt hovering over her like a death cloud.
Between her legs, the woman could feel the cum and juice still seeping from her fuck-hole, trickling over her thighs, making her shudder at that light touch. Oh, what had she done?
"That was good, Mom, real good."
Justin muttered something else, climbing over his mother, hitching up his pants, then slipping on the shirt he had discarded earlier.
"I'm gonna be home for a week. Maybe we can do this again, Mom ... you know, a real mother-son relationship, something they always talk about on those dumb shows," Justin mocked, nodding to her as she sat up, then he slowly climbed the stairs back to the kitchen.
Marrian followed him up with her eyes, not daring to move until he disappeared completely. Putting one hand to her head, the woman bent forward, looking at the thin stream of white dribbling from her cunthole, at the marks that the ropes had left on her wrists and ankles, then at the generator that had caused her so much pleasure and pain. How on earth had all this begun? It had to stop, had to end before she could go on with her life. But how could she stop what she felt was a freight train heading out of control. God only knew how, but Marrian knew that she had to come to terms with it. Groaning, staggering up to her feet Marrian struggled for balance, wondering where on earth her daughter was.
The ordeal for Ann wasn't over, however. Jack had promised to take her home, concerned as she was of what her mother would say if she were late. And after all, she was supposed to be with her girlfriends. What would they say if she weren't to go back at all? But those questions were buried by the young man's fast-rising lust once more. Halfway home he stopped the car, turned and looked at Ann, cringing in the corner of the front seat. She didn't dare look at him, didn't dare speak a word. Her ass still ached from the savage rape. Ann wanted only to get away from him, get away and into her house where she would be safe.
"Ain't gonna let you go this easy," he muttered, jamming the gears of his car and wheeling off in a direction opposite to the one he had been taking.
"What? Oh, please, don't!"
Ann thought about taking the wheel from him, pulling out the ignition key, jumping from the car. But in the end the fear of hurting herself in the fall kept Ann in the car. Swallowing hard, she sat quietly as they wheeled down several back streets near her house, turning into a narrow drive of a small, abandoned grocery store. There were two other cars parked nearby. Ann shivered, pressing her fingers to her lips. She had heard some of the kids at school talk about Jack and his friends. They had some place near the schoolyard where they did all sorts of things. Just what those things were, no one seemed to know. But there were plenty of guesses, all of them kinky and obscene.
"Out," Jack barked.
They had stopped, turning the engine off. Through the dirty, cracked storefront window, Ann could see a light filtering through a door inside. Clutching the door handle, the girl pushed it open, her thoughts about fleeing quickly dashed when Jack took her by the arm and dragged her forward, away from the car, toward the side of the wooden building.
"You're ... ohhhh...." she whined.
Her feet shuffled unsteadily over the piles of dirt and broken wallboards on the ground. The neighborhood was nearly deserted, the few streetlights barely illuminating the pavement of what once was a wide concrete sidewalk. In the near distance, Ann could hear a dog barking, probably a guard dog protecting what was left of his master's premises. They walked to a green wooden door, where Jack knocked three times.
"You got somebody for us, huh?"
Someone she had seen hanging around with Jack at school was looking at her through a crack in the doorway. Laughing, he pulled it wide and open and stepped back. "Ugh!"
Jack shoved her in, his paw-like hand pushing roughly between her shoulder blades.
"Fucked her in the ass," he said casually, smoothing down his black hair and taking an offered beer. The slamming door behind her made Ann nearly jump out of her skin. "She wasn't bad. Virgin, though. Didn't wanna fuck up my prick."
"Yeah, know what you mean."
Two others appeared in what was a small back room stinking of smoke and beer. A large table littered with cigarette butts and crinkled beer cans was pushed to one side. Pillows, instead of chairs, were flung around the dirty floor, the whole place illuminated by one yellow bare bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling. It was an awful, unkempt place, perfect for animals like Jack and his buddies.
"Come on, bitch. You're gonna show the guys your stuff."
Ann shrank away from Jack's touch, clutching the torn edges of her dress modestly to her body. She looked at the four men surrounding her. Animals. All of them were wild tigers, about to tear her to pieces. She could see it in their eyes, feel it like some sick fog in the room, rising and making her nostrils wrinkle from the stench.
"No!"
Someone had taken hold of her dress, pulling it down. There was another tearing sound as more material slipped from her shoulders.
"Yeah, pull it off her, boys."
"No!"
Her hands were everywhere, trying to keep the garment on, slapping the offending hands away, unable to keep them from tearing her cotton dress finally from her body. She stood there, bent forward slightly, her upper arms folded in to protect her tits, while her hands clutched over the damp nylon of her panty crotch.
"Don't worry about this one, Greig," Jack said to a tall, lanky blond with an unshaven face. "She's into pain ... lots of it."
"Yeah?"
Greig's thin lips curled into a sick smile. Ann trembled, shaking her head slowly. A hand slapped her hard on the ass-cheeks, making the plump mounds jiggle from the force of the blow. The frightened teen squealed, wheeling around, giving the squat redhead who had hit her a nasty look.
"String up the bitch! Come on, let's see her dangle, man," Greig suggested.
"Got somethin' better to watch. Come on," Jack said, bending down and picking up a cast-off rotting two-by-four.
Ann shivered. Small bug-like creatures scampered out of the damp piece of wood, scurrying across the floor and burrowing into the wall. Jack tapped the board several times on the floor, then threw it down at her feet. Greig looked curiously at it for a moment, then grinned. He took up the block, wedging it between the girl's feet.
"Bend over, baby ... now."
Ann sniffed, wiped her eyes, then did as she was told, her tits rolling out and dangling obscenely under her chin. Jack was holding some rope, placing the board on each of her ankles and telling her to spread her legs farther apart. Another minute passed. The big stud slid the rope around her wrists, then looped it into a slip knot, threading it around her ankles and the board, finally fixing all three tightly together. He repeated the action with the other foot and wrist, binding the girl to the board in that awkward, bent-over position. Ann tugged up on the bonds, feeling them cut into her flesh, wishing to God that these terrible men would let her go. Greig was behind her, rubbing one hand over her full ass-cheeks. The girl flinched, letting out a low groan as she felt his fingers caressing the place where Jack had fucked her so savagely.
"Uhhhh...."
"She's still sensitive back there," Jack said, rubbing his fingers over his fly. "Yeah, sensitive, but real hot. Probably wouldn't mind another ass-fuckin', dependin' on who was givin' it to her," he said with a smirk, flashing a challenge to his buddy.
Greig frowned, smacking the girl hard on both ass-cheeks, his lips straight, pulled taut, not smiling at all in spite of the resulting squeal that his blows brought from Ann.
"Ain't gonna dirty up my prick with your cum, Jack. I ain't no queer, goin' in for havin' cum on my cock. I got a better idea."
There was smothered talking behind her as the men huddled together. Ann twisted her head around, trying to hear what they were going to do to her. Greig walked up to the trembling girl once again, rubbing his crotch against her ass-cheeks obscenely, then moving around to a small cabinet. Pulling out the top drawer of the squat green metal bureau, the blond stud fished out two small pieces of chain, each with clamps on either end of them.
"Made this myself," he said, rolling the links between his fingers. "You wanna see how it works?" he asked, turning to Ann.
"No!" she gasped, her eyes wide, focused on the small clamps. He was opening them up now, opening them and closing them like the jaws of some small crocodile. Jack slipped up behind her, slipping his belt from his trousers, then sliding the leather around her neck. He pulled up on either end, the belt choking her throat.
"Awwwwwkkk!" Ann screamed, feeling the leather cutting into her windpipe!
Jack kept pulling up, drawing her head back. But her wrists and ankles were bound together, kept spread apart by the two-by-four wedged between her legs. Her body was bowing out from the force of that belt drawn , across her throat, choking the wind from her. Wildly, Ann coughed, sputtered, screamed in a strained voice for them to stop it or she would die!
"Aggghghghh!"
"She's gonna be more cooperative, man. She gives you any shit, I'll just choke the fuck outta her ... fast," Jack said, giving the belt around her throat a warning tug, then sliding the leather strap off. Ann coughed, shaking her head, her hair brushing the whitened knuckles of both hands.
Greig smiled that deadly, death-like smile of his, then moved around to Ann's face, kneeling in front of her while holding both clamps and chains in his hands. Moving his hands forward, he opened one clamp, letting the needle-like teeth bite into her right nipple.
"Uhhhhhh...." she moaned.
Ann's teeth ground together, her jaw muscles aching from the tension as another low moan drew from her chest. No, no, she couldn't cry out, couldn't. "Ahhhhh!"
The second clamp! Oh, how it hurt as it chewed into the sensitive, rubbery red flesh of her tit tip. Her knees bent and her ass-cheeks wagged high in the air, separating at times while Greig gave the dangling chains a few tentative tugs. The girl sobbed, not believing that this was happening to her. And then Greig attached the free end of each chain to the ropes binding her wrists and ankles together, making it impossible for her to move without hurting her nipples more.
"Uhhhh ... oh, God, God!"
"Now if I fuck her, she can't move around ... or she'll tear her titties up," Greig said, giving the chain a tug to warn the girl.
" Yooowwwwwww!"
Ann's face blanched as the pain rocketed through her mind. Yes, it would kill her if she were to move! Fighting down the desire to scream again, Ann wept silent tears, blinking them away as Greig moved around to her ass-cheeks and began caressing them.
"Still marked up," he muttered, noticing the long red marks created by Jack's belt and his hands. "Still good ... a virgin's ass."
"You were kinda worried about gettin' your prick fucked up with her cherry," Jack said, pulling the tab off another can of beer and settling down on one of the filthy floor pillows. The other two men drew closer to Greig, rubbing their crotches, anxious to see if they could get in on a piece of the action. Ann noticed them and trembled for her safety.
"Ain't gonna fuck up my cock ... like I said," Greig muttered, reaching around the back of his wide black leather belt. Ann moved her head around, peering over one shoulder, watching him pull out, from a small pouch, a rusty marlin spike!
"No!"
Panic raced through the young woman. He was going to kill her with that thing! But as she tried moving away, waddling with that board wedged between her ankles, the chains and clamps pulled painfully at her nipples. With a choked sob, Ann stopped, her mind confused, defeated as Greig wiped the spike across the sleeve of his flannel shirt, then drew it closer to her ass.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"No, oh, God no, no, no!"
Her wild pleas bounced off the peeling walls as Greig slipped the spike up and down, up and down, moving it lengthwise in her ass-crack. The girl tried closing her ass-cheeks together, her muscles quivering under the cold touch of the rusty spike. Was he going to stab her in the back with it? Was he going to pop her cherry with it? The thought of her losing her virginity to that awful thing made her sick! What a night of horror this was turning out to be!
"Go on, bitch, come on, move around, try gettin' away and feel the clamps tear off your nipples!"
"No, oh, no!"
Sobbing, fighting back the terror threatening to drive her half mad, Ann sucked in a shuddering breath and held it, waiting for the piercing that would end her virginity.
"Here we go, baby, here we go."
The cold was gone for a moment. And then it was back in a pinpoint. Ann knew it was the sharp tip. She felt it sliding down, down past her shitter that winked shut at the light touch, down to her pussy. Then he was pushing the spike into her cunt, twisting and rolling it from side to side. Ann's pussylips clutched at the invading thing, trembled at its touch. The redhead had unzipped his fly and was holding his disgusting stubby cock against her face, pulling her head up by the hair, jabbing it against her lips. She spat violently, trying to rid her lips of his filthy prick.
"Come on, baby," the redhead said, slapping her flushed cheeks, then twisting her hair around and making Ann cry out.
"Ooowwwwwww!"
Something shot into her mouth at that point. His prick! He was making her suck his cock! Again and again, she tried to avoid it, shoving her tongue against his pounding fat cockhead, but all her oral movements did was excite him. He kept moaning, telling her how good she was, about how he was going to shoot cum down her throat. Ann jerked her body back, then stopped, feeling those awful clamps tearing at her sore nipples once more.
"Uhhghghhfhffff!" she moaned.
And how hot and wet her pussy felt, pinching around the invading spike. And then the girl felt him touch her cherry, touch it with that horrid rusty thing! Her cunt muscles cramped tight, cinching painfully around that iron rod. God, how it hurt and thrilled her at the same time!
"Nooofffffffl"
The redhead was pounding his groin against her face now, his fingers scraping the flesh behind each ear, his cockhairs bristling into her nostrils, while his balls slapped against her lower chin. She wanted him to stop it, stop the horror of this terrible show. And still it kept on! Greig drew the spike back a little, dropping his hand from it and watching as the iron nail moved up and down, bobbing through the machinations of Ann's convulsing pussy muscles.
"Yeah, watch the bitch go at it. She's juicin' like crazy. Gonna make this mother rust out even more," Greig commented dryly.
He took the spike, twisted it around, then with one quick jab, he stabbed it through her cherry.
"Yagggfhfhfhhfhfhffff!" she screamed hysterically.
Never before had the girl felt such pain, such concentrated agony in her life! And to make matters worse, the young redhead was saying something about cumming! She could taste something suddenly washing out of his prickhead. It was filling her mouth up quickly, spattering against the back of her throat. Ann was trying to spit out the vile cum, frothy spit oozing around the corners of her stretched lips. But the redhead held her firmly against his crotch, gluing her mouth to his groin, his fingers clamped tightly to her skull. More of the salty tasting jism shot down her throat, coating her belly. Again, the girl tried pulling back. And again, the tearing pain of the clamps on her nipples prevented her from moving more. His cockshaft pulsed mightily again as the cum kept flooding out. Reluctantly, the girl swallowed, swallowing again and again. She could feel the sticky globs clinging together in her throat, the smell of them in her nostrils. And there behind her was that spike, stabbing through her cunt.
"Yowoowoowowoowowww!"
Another shock of pain, this one more furious than the last. The redhead had pulled away. Ann spat out the vile mixture of cum and saliva as flashing lights exploded in her brain. She screamed and shouted once more, her cries finally dying down to strangled sobs as Greig pulled the spike out and examined its surface.
"A little blood," he said, shrugging, then wiping the spike against his Levi's. "Nothin' too much. Hell, it'll make things nice and smooth in there when I fuck her now."
She felt Greig's big hands gripping her hipbones as he drew up to her. Again she felt something touching her ass-cheeks. But her experience with Jack told her right away what it was. No spike. No knife. It was his prick-hard, hot, ready to fuck her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh ... no more, no more!" the girl quietly gasped. "Please, don't do anything more," she sobbed out with renewed humiliation.
Ann sobbed with shame and complete degradation. She was being shamed by this animal, a man she wouldn't have looked twice at in school. And an even more foul creep had forced his stubby prick in her mouth, making her suck him off. And now the girl felt her cunt lips forced apart, stretched by the fat meaty head of Greig's prick.
"She's ... uhhh, loosenin' up down there. Gonna be a tight 'un, though. '
Beads of perspiration dotted Greig's forehead as he began shoving in his cock, moving his hips from left to right, working in his prickmeat slowly, carefully. Ann pushed back, her legs muscles cramping, her fingers clawing at the tops of her feet while her tits seemed to tingle at the touch of his prick. Someone was standing to one side of her, rubbing his cock through her long silky blonde hair. It was another of Jack's gang, another of those hoodlums who were degrading her in this base way. The young blonde teen moaned again, especially when she felt his fat prickhead slip past her whisper-soft outer cunt lips and start pressing up against her inner flesh. Ann shuddered. The big man next to her groaned, hunching his groin against her right ear while pounding his cockmeat faster with her hair. "No, no...."
Greig slapped her ass again and again, the flat of his hand making her ass-cheeks dance all over again while his prickmeat slipped in on a film of her hot, bubbly juice. He kept telling her about how her cunt-hairs were tickling his cock, about how good and tight and hot she was down there between her legs. Then the man next to her started groaning, his voice becoming more strangled, higher while his knees banged painfully against her skull. Hot, wet streaks of cum spattered against the side of her face. Ann gasped, her eyes rounding, her stomach turning over as she realized that he was shooting his load in her hair!
"No!"
They were foul, horrible creatures, making her endure something as horrid as this! The big man kept grunting, his cum streaking her face, dribbling down to her chin, oozing over her lips. Again, the girl spat violently, shaking her head, trying to get away from his fuckrod, from his jizz. But the cum kept coming, wetting her down, making Ann feel as if she were the bottom of a toilet!
"Yeahhh...." Greig sighed.
He had watched and had approved of what was going on. Glancing over to one corner of the room, he spotted Jack sipping his beer, lying spread-legged across one of the pillows and beating his prickmeat slowly while watching the girl being violated. He was smiling dreamily, suds clinging to his bushy black mustache. Ann caught sight of him through her curtaining blonde hair and felt a rush of hate nearly blind her mind. He was a senior in high school, but was acting far older for his age. A Nazi. A killer. Those were words that better described Jack and his friends rather than students!
"Uhhh!" she grunted.
Greig had slipped his right index finger up her shitter to his second knuckle while giving her pussy another fast hunch. Ann stiffened, her body jerking up then falling back to the original bent-over position, the clamps tearing at her nipples. How painfully they were stretching those tiny nubs!
"Man, baby, go for it ... yeahhhh, good hot pussy, good for my prick," Greig sighed, smoothing the flat of his hand over her ass-cheeks. "You know, but she dug the hell outta gettin' fucked by that spike!" Greig turned and grinned at his buddy squatting on the cushions.
"Girls like that," Jack said, pausing while he took another slug of beer, then wiped the frothy suds from his mustache with the back of one hand. "Dig a lotta pain. Seen 'em more 'n once, even at school. They keep sayin' they don't wanna get fucked or hit. But man!" Jack sighed and squeezed his dark-red hunk of cockmeat hard. "They can't get enough of it when you start in."
"Yeahhh...."
Another slap, another brutal whipping blow against her ass-cheeks. Ann cried feebly now, praying that this would end soon. Her body couldn't take much more. And still Greig was fucking his prick in, working his hips from side to side, forcing his blood-swollen cockmeat deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh
Jack was right, or seemed to be. In her heart of hearts, Ann knew that he was right. She had fought him, had struggled against submitting to him and his horrible friends. But deep down, the girl knew that she was enjoying this. The pain, the humiliation, everything was making her cunt so hot, so tender to the touch. Her cunt muscles were tingling now, fluttering against his invading prick. She had tried to control herself, had tried to fight down the feelings rising in her like bubbling lava. But Ann might as well have tried to stop a tidal wave with a straw dam. With another groan, the young woman let her feelings sweep over her. She felt her body grow limp as the big man's prick tunneled in deeper, burrowing into the depths of her hot, seething pussy. "Man, oh, man."
Greig shook his head to rid his eyes of the rolling perspiration, closing his eyes and drinking in the sensation of his cock sliding down into the girl's cunt. Ann let out another gasp. Oh, how she loved it, loved being roped this way, tied in this awkward, obscene position with those chained clamps tugging painfully at her distended red nipples! The more she jerked around, the more she felt the ropes chafing her wrists and ankles. The board was cutting into her flesh as well, the splinters jabbing her white skin again and again as she moved back against his stabbing prick. Her nerve endings were sputtering, working overtime as sensation after sensation roared through her nervous system. More tears ran down her cheeks as Ann felt his cock swell even more inside her. God, he was going to dump his load in her. Yes, she knew he was going to cum, send streamers of white-hot cum spattering inside her pussy. And how she wanted it! How her clit yearned for the final moment, that second of white-hot craziness when she would climax with him. Ann held her breath, feeling her flesh pulling apart as Greig began his final round of fucking.
"Uhhh, man, can't hold back, man. Gonna blow my load in this bitch!" the blond stud groaned, throwing back his head and letting out a low groan.
"Ohhhh!"
Ann thought she was going to explode! The cords in her neck stood out and her face reddened, assuming an expression of intense pain. She was making raspy, grunting sounds and her knees weakened. She would have fallen backward to the floor if it weren't for the prickshaft impaling her, splitting her pussy in two.
"Huhhhrnr! Huhhhhhrrrrr!" he growled.
Ann's mind sank into a dim haze of semi-consciousness as his prick pounded into her cunt again and again. Each forward fucking thrust made her body shudder as if someone had struck her with a hammer. Her tits jiggled violently, each movement making the chains and clamps pull that much more painfully, that much more enjoyably. Ann felt Greig move his hands frantically around her ass-cheeks, his fingers pressing into the lower curves of her ass, spreading the cheeks apart while his prick pounded wildly.
How the feeling in her mounted with each passing second. It was good, terribly good, better than anything she had ever known! The tearing pain in her tits, her wrists, her ankles joined somehow with the pulsing pleasure in her cunt and ass-hole, creating a sensation that the girl couldn't describe.
"Thattaway, baby, move it, move that ass! Make that bastard shoot off hard and hot!" Jack taunted from the cushions, swilling down more of his beer while beating off in time to Greig's fucking.
"Huhnhrrrr! Huhhhrrrr!" she puffed.
Ann was an animal now, a pure, simple rutting animal shamelessly exposing herself, wanting to get fucked hard, long, hot! Juice was dribbling down the backs of her legs now, soaking down the ropes binding her wrists to her ankles and the board. The room had ceased to exist. All that she knew about was that wonderful cock, pounding more and more exciting life into her cunt!
"Bitch!"
Greig was leaning over her slightly, his hands sliding around her side, searching for her tits. He found them, kneading her tit globes, tugging at them, then tweaking her sore nipples, adding to the sharp, hot pain of the clamps. Ann couldn't stand it anymore. She jerked her head from side to side, continually moaning now. A bitch in heat. Yes, that's what she was, a true bitch in heat, a-slut exposing her cunt, wanting more and more fucking to put out the fire raging through her young cunt.
"Aggghhhhhhh!"
Greig twisted her nipples around in his thumbs and fingers, mashing the clamps into the rubbery tips, making Ann wonder if he were going to tear them from her tits. She didn't have to wonder for long. In a second Greig was cumming, filling her up with his jizz, spilling his load into her while hammering his groin against her ass-cheeks.
"Huhnhhrrrrr! Ohhhhhhh, nooooooo!"
Ann's ass-cheeks slammed against him with a hard force as she fucked back. She wanted it all, all of his prick fucking down into her, splitting her in two, destroying her in one mindless explosive cumming spasm.
"Fuck it out, baby, go on, fuck on that fat prick!" Jack encouraged, jacking his cockmeat hard now, his knees flopping down to the floor only to jerk up once more. His beer had tumbled to the floor next to him, spilling on the filthy wooden floor.
"Uhghghhhhhh!"
The heavy white jism burned into her convulsing pussy walls like acid, eating into the flesh, burning into her clit as well. Ann thought someone had dumped burning gasoline into her cunt! She cried out once more, then felt her mind shattering to pieces. No one had ever told her that coming could be so overwhelming, this dehumanizing! Perhaps no one had ever cum this powerfully before. Ann didn't know. All she knew was that the feeling completely destroyed her. She was being pounded into the dirt by her own body, betrayed by her own wild sexuality as she came and came and came.
"Awwwhhhhhh, fuck it out, baby, bitch, come on, move that ass!" Greig kept shouting, his face grimacing as more and more jizz shot from his piss-slit. "Yeah, move that butt, move it like ... uhhhhh ... fuck, this little bitch's suckin' off my cock with her pussy. Man, she's milkin' me," Greig said with surprise.
"She's gonna suck somethin' else right now, too," Jack muttered, kicking away the half-empty can of beer and staggering to his feet.
Greig's cock was still inside the girl when Jack grabbed Ann by the hair and jerked her lust-contorted face up to his groin. Cum was still smeared on her cheeks from the last man to cum in her hair. Jack didn't care at this point. Twisting her hair hard around and around in his fingers, he watched as Ann parted her lips in pain.
"Take it, baby, take it!"
Ann couldn't stop him any more than she could stop the rolling orgasm exploding again and again in her pussy. She struggled against their pricks, against herself as Jack stuck his cock in her mouth, pumping it wildly. In a moment the girl tasted his cum, jets of it spattering against the back of her throat and oozing down toward her belly. "Mmmmmmfffffff!" she choked. It had happened quickly, far more quickly than Greig's fucking or Jack's original ass-plugging. When they were through with her, Greig pulled out, wiping his prick on her ass-cheeks. Ann felt every ounce of strength and will seep from her. Jack held the girl by the shoulders, balancing her, while the others untied the ropes binding her wrists and ankles together. When the restraints were gone, Ann collapsed in his arms, breathing softly, smelling the sour, exciting odor of his body. What on earth had she done? Why had she done this? She had enjoyed it all. The more violent, the more degrading, the better. And how would she explain this to her mother if she found out? The thought of this becoming public knowledge frightened the girl as she lay there in Jack's arms, trying to regain her normal breathing.
"Get dressed, baby, and we'll take you back. We're through with you now. You've been a good bitch, a damned good bitch."
If he had patted her on the head, Ann wouldn't have been surprised. They were treating her like a dog, a true bitch in heat! Someone was wiping her face, her thighs, while Jack offered what was left of her dress and panties. The girl took the dirtied dress, holding it against her chest, sobbing freely. Never would she be the same again. These awful men had shown her a part of herself, a part that made her tremble just to think of it. And something deep inside Ann told her her ordeal was far from over.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It had taken some doing not to arouse her mother when she came home late that evening after the gang rape. Barely able to walk, Ann had entered through the back door with fear. Had Patty called, voicing her fear about why Ann wasn't around? Was her mother busy calling the police? Would she come into the kitchen at the sound of the back door closing and stop, her eyes wide at the sight of her daughter standing there in her torn, filthy dress? Ann tiptoed into the living room, her legs shaking, her mind awhirl from what had happened before. It was with some surprise that she found the room empty, one table lamp on obviously for her benefit. There were two suitcases near the front door. Standing there in the doorway, Ann saw that they were her brother's. Justin was home? They weren't expecting him for at least another week. Normally Ann would be thrilled to have her brother here. They had had such good times together before he left for college. But now the thought of facing her older brother with this terrible secret on her mind made her shudder. She would stay in bed, plead the flu, plead something. No, she couldn't face her family in the morning, not with the guilt she was harboring.
"Uhhhh...." she moaned.
Curling her fingers around the polished oak handrail, Ann dragged herself up the stairs, feeling the slick rub of her cunt lips against one another, a reminder of the cum still packed inside her cunt. Yes, she had rutted freely, and enjoyed every horrible second of those men hammering their pricks in her ass, her cunt, her mouth. And now she had come home to feel the guilt, the shame of her pleasure.
Once in her room, Ann locked the door quietly behind herself, falling across her narrow bed, her feet dangling over one side. Pushing her face into the crushed pillow, the girl looked dry-eyed at the wall, repeating over and over again: "My name is Ann, my name is Ann, I'm not crazy." With that, the young blonde teen fell asleep, her dreams filled with tormented images of Jack, Greig and the others fucking her, binding her in obscene positions, giving her more pleasure than she had ever thought possible.
In the morning, Marrian prepared breakfast, trembling to think of her son facing her across the table with her daughter nearby. It was something of a relief when, upon knocking on Ann's door, she received a reply that the girl felt too ill to eat anything. Sighing, Marrian climbed down the stairs, stopping on the landing to look at herself in the mirror. She made a half turn, studying her full bosom, her narrow hips, her long legs. Why was she doing this, almost preening like some teenager at the local prom? Well, why not? Patting down her long, silky blonde hair, Marrian saw that she was still attractive, certainly to men of her own age, to those of her ... her son's.
Marrian's face darkened for a moment. She remembered the day before, the horrible way Justin had tied her to that chair, had wired her up, nearly electrocuted her, then fucked her. Untied, Marrian had wanted to rush from the house. How could she stay under the same roof with a monster like that nearby. For nearly an hour, the woman had stayed on that filthy pile of rags, feeling her son's jizz trickling from her cunthole, wetting down her pussy-hairs. She lay there, listening to the overhead squeak and groan under her son's footsteps. He was moving about the house as if nothing had happened. But something terrible had occurred there in the cellar. The two of them had broken a taboo, had crossed a line few dared approach with the bondage S&M scene between mother and son. Finally, of course, Marrian had to dress and climb the stairs as it grew darker outside. She didn't know what to expect when she entered the kitchen. Leers? Dirty jokes? Perhaps he would attack her again, binding her to the stove, visiting more wild perversions up on her.
But nothing of the sort happened. Justin was in front of the television set, several of his school books propped open. Half looking at the evening news, half studying, he barely acknowledged her presence as she stepped into the living room and asked in a trembling voice if he wanted anything to eat.
"No, Mom, not now," he said, not even looking up from his college physics book.
Marrian left him alone, thanking her lucky stars that nothing more would be expected of her. Rushing up the stairs, she locked herself in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands, trying to sort out the tangled jumble of thoughts and impressions tumbling around in her head. A terrible, terrible thing had happened. And yet Marrian couldn't feel all that guilty, all that horrified by the end result. For the first time in such a long, long while, she had felt wanted, loved, desired, even if it was in that horrible way! And now as she stood on the landing, admiring her figure and face, Marrian knew that she would submit again if her son asked her to. There could be no denying the fires he had set off in her mind and body. Even now she could feel the heat concentrating in her furry pussy-lips between her legs. Smoothing down the wrinkles of her dress, feeling the moisture of excitement dampening her palms, her thighs, her tits, the woman wondered when her son would come down for breakfast, when he would touch her again. Just the thought of submitting to Justin made Marrian tremble with unspeakable delight. Fucking with her son. Had someone told her that she would be doing this, she would have slapped them heartily across the face. Now she could only hope that he would come down and demand his rights.
Moving away from the mirror, Marrian stepped down to the living room. The slick rubbing of her cunt lips against one another and against the damp crotch panel of her nylon briefs made her knees shaky. And it was so early in the morning! Stopping for a moment, Marrian stretched one hand out, supporting herself against the stairs. Her thighs were tightening and her nipples stiffened, rubbing against her dress.
"Mom?"
Marrian nearly jumped from her skin. It was Justin, sitting at the breakfast table, sipping the coffee that he had brewed earlier. Marrian stopped for a moment, hesitating, then shaking off the fear that she felt. He was her son, her own son. Certainly he wouldn't really hurt her, in spite of his tendency for those sex games that she found, to her dismay and finally her pleasure, that she enjoyed.
" 'Morning, Mom. I got up early to study. Gotta go to the library and catch up on a few things," Justin said, pushing away the saucer and gathering up several books stacked on the chair next to him. Amazing! There was no hint in his eyes, in his manner, in his conversation of what had happened between them before! Marrian felt the room swimming around her. It was all she could do to keep from screaming as her son bolted from the kitchen, saying something about being home later that day.
The seconds ticked by as Marrian cleaned the kitchen lightly, wondering occasionally about Ann, wondering if she should call the doctor. A thought came across her mind, one that bothered her terribly as she sat down in the chair and finished her morning coffee. Ann would get in the way, as it were, of anything that she and her son would like to do.
"No!" she gasped softly.
What kind of mother could she be, thinking of ways to shunt her daughter away while she indulged in her incestuous fantasies? Her flesh crawled as she thought about it, thought about sending Ann away for a vacation, of she and Justin sneaking off to some sleazy hotel to indulge in their exciting little games.
And what if there would be no exciting little games? The thought steadied the woman, making her nearly drop her cup onto the floor. Perhaps this was a one-time affair, something Justin had thought about all these years, and yet something that one fucking had satisfied! Marrian shuddered at the yearning she felt between her legs for her own son. Whatever he wanted, she would give him readily.
Later that morning, Ann shuffled listlessly down for something to eat, saying that she felt somewhat better and was going to go to Patty's house for the afternoon.
"I thought you saw enough of her yesterday ... last night, that is, dear," Marrian said, stroking her daughter's hair.
Ann cringed under this affection. Guilt assailed her like some terrible beast. Her mother was so loving and trusting, and her brother was there. She was ignoring both of them, indulging in her own private grief. No, she had to get away from Marrian for at least the afternoon, had to tell someone about what a horrible, wonderful time she had had last night. Ann finished her orange juice, nibbling at the toast, wondering about Jack and Greig, wondering if they would ever attack her again. The thought of having them all over her at once excited as much as terrified her. Ann dropped her hands to her lap as Marrian neared her, hiding the marks that still were red no on her flesh.
"You know, Ann, you're getting older now," Marrian began, feeling her way in this conversation as she sat down opposite her daughter. Ann shuffled her feet uneasily under the chair, wishing that she could get away, could run out the door and away from her mother's accusing eyes. "I ... I keep thinking about the way I've been treating you."
"Treating me, Mother?" the girl asked, arching her eyebrows.
"I mean, you know, not letting you date more often," Marrian explained, feeling uneasy suddenly. Was she trying to justify what she was doing by giving her daughter greater freedom in dating? Probably. "I don't want you to feel you're trapped. I think ... perhaps, you should go out more often and ... and I won't mind, really."
Ann's eyes widened. She could have screamed out the truth now! What would her mother say about greater freedom if she were to know what had happened last night? A Hollywood street whore wouldn't have endured what she did! It was all she could do to get up from bed, her muscles aching, her flesh still showing residual signs of her beating and gang fuck. And there was her mother, sitting placidly behind the kitchen table, sipping coffee, telling her that she could have greater freedom in dating. But, of course, Marrian knew nothing of Jack and Greig.
"Thank you, mother. But right now I'm not too interested in going out. I want to see Patty about something in school. I'll be back later."
"Of course, dear. Take your time," Marrian said, feeling a strange kind of excitement fluttering around in her stomach like butterflies. Oh, would Ann be gone all day? Would Justin come back early? The thought of that happening, of having her son there in her house alone made her mind spin with the possibilities.
"Be back later," Ann called out over her shoulders, the squeak of her sneakers growing fainter as she skipped out the kitchen and into the living room. In a moment the only sound in the house was the ticking of the kitchen wall clock and the humming of the refrigerator. Marrian sat quietly at the table, finishing her coffee, feeling in a way like a condemned woman waiting for the executioner.
In the end she busied herself about the house, half-heartedly dusting, moving Justin's things into his room, wondering when he would return. Two more hours passed, desperate moments for Marrian. When she had just about given up hope that her son would return in time, there was the sound of his footsteps coming up the drive. She held her breath, sitting down on the sofa, picking up a magazine and casually leafing through the glossy pages. Her eyes saw nothing as the front door opened and Justin stepped in.
"Finished my work," he muttered, slamming the front door shut.
Marrian closed the magazine, hardly able to breathe. She was aroused, fully and shamelessly excited by her son! Did he know? Could he see? There were no more sounds behind her. Turning around, she saw Justin peering up at the stairs.
"Ann around?" he inquired, turning and looking heavy-lidded at his mother.
"Uh ... no, she left for Patty's some time ago," Marrian answered, her voice low, throaty, shaky. "I don't think she's going to be back for a while," she added, feeling as if she were seducing her son right now. Her fingers worked against her thighs as the flames of incredible goodness began licking up her legs.
"Good."
That word, that one word sent a shiver up her spine.
"I've been working on some things down in the basement this morning before you got up. You wanna see?"
It was a question that needed no answer. Marrian nodded silently, smoothing down her dress, getting up and following her tall son through the doorway into the kitchen. She could have asked him how things were going in college. After all, Justin had won a scholarship in physics. And he had done so many strange and wonderful things with mechanical and electrical things during high school. Of course, the wiring she had endured the day before was a testimony to her son's skill with things mechanical and electrical.
"Careful," Justin warned, flicking on the light and climbing down carefully.
Marrian followed, her heart beating so loudly she thought he could hear it. The door closed behind her. Good. Each step she took down into the cellar was a step into depravity, she knew. But it was a depravity she craved, one that she wanted with all her heart.
In the dim cellar light, she could make out the chair he had roped her to earlier. The back was gone, hacked off at the base. There was something nailed in the center, a pole or something, with wires or tubing hanging from it at the bottom. A shiver of fear and excitement rippled over her flesh.
"What ... what is that?" she stammered.
"I said ... I wasn't through with you, Mom. I'm not."
It was as if he had pronounced some terrible sentence. Marrian wheeled around, facing her son. His hands were slipping around her waist.
Oh, it was happening all over again. Only this time there wasn't that surprise, that horror she had had to face earlier. Now there was smoldering want tempered with the guilt. Marrian pulled away, moving her hands up, flattening them against Justin's chest and trying to push herself from him.
"Please, Justin. We can't ... yesterday was something else. But now ... don't do this to me, Justin. You can't do this to me," she pleaded half-heartedly, her gaze returning to the chair.
He was so strong, his hands all over her, gathering her dress up to her ass-cheeks, hunching his groin against hers, his cock touching her itchy, warm cunt-mound again and again. Marrian couldn't struggle against her son and herself at the same time. With another moan of defeat, she sank against his broad chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his rib cage.
"You want it bad, huh, Mom? You want my cock bad, like you want all the things I do, right?"
"No, no, I ... I don't know what I want anymore," she confessed honestly.
"Well, you used to know what to give me when I wasn't feeling good. Now it's my turn. I know what's wrong with you," Justin said, holding her tightly, "and I got just the thing to fix you up."
The word made her cunt tingle more, her breathing become more labored while her chest tightened with arousal. No, she couldn't, just couldn't let this happen again. And yet something inside her told Marrian that she had no choice. She would submit, and submit willingly.
He could do anything to her, anything. He was undressing her now, unbuttoning the front of her dress, slipping it off her naked tits, bending down and sucking on her hard, sensitive nipples, nibbling at them with his square front teeth until Marrian was moaning like a whore. She bent back her head, her long hair sweeping over her shaking shoulder blades. Her knees shook, pressing against his as they collapsed. More of her dress slipped off, gathering around her ankles. Naked, or nearly so. Yes, and there were his fingers moving over the thin nylon stretched tightly over her cunt mound, pressing the silky material up into her pussy crack, sopping up her juices. The resulting sensation was so shockingly good that Marrian nearly fainted from that and from the anticipation of what would follow.
"Here...."
He was leading her to that chair. More ropes? More pain? More enjoyment? He was sitting her down, the pole sticking straight up in front of her juicing cunt.
"Gotta get those panties off," her son said, skinning them down over her legs, tossing them in a corner, then guiding his mother forward. Only at this point did the full force of what was about to happen hit Marrian. A dildo! Yes, Justin had attached this long, pink thing to the center of the chair. And there was more. Peering wide-eyed down at it, the woman could see that there was a hole, a kind of artificial piss-slit cut into the thing at the top. She struggled backward, against the fingers holding her roughly by the upper arms.
"No, Justin ... no!"
It was part of the game ... or so she told herself as his fingers tightened around her narrow shoulders and pushed her down. Oh, how her dripping cunt slipped over the top of that eight-inch cock, its soft, curved flanges caressing her shuddering cunt lips. He was fucking her with that awful plastic cock, settling her down on it.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Marrian snapped her head back, her jaw tightened in a straight line, while goose bumps dotted her white flesh. Her pussy muscles were going into spasms at the touch of that dildo.
"All the way ... down!"
At the last word, Justin pushed his mother full tilt onto the big prick. Marrian groaned, her body swaying as she felt her body split in two by that thing. And much more was going to happen, of that she was certain. Justin was a most brilliant child.
CHAPTER NINE
As Marrian sat there naked and helpless, her cunt split open by the plastic prick, Justin busied himself once more by roping his mother securely to the chair. First came her legs, bound to each chair support by two three-foot lengths of half-inch line. Again, the young man used a double figure-eight knot. When Marrian tried moving her hands down in front of her to slide out from the dildo, Justin slapped them away, pulling her arms back and tying her wrists together, leaving them dangling by her lower back.
"Now we're gonna have us some fun, Mom. See this tube?" Justin said, bending down and holding out a length of opaque plastic tubing that ran into the base of the dildo. Marrian shuddered. It reminded her of catheters.
"What ... what are you going to do?"
Justin smiled strangely, dropping the tubing and moving back to that horrid generator he had used with such efficiency yesterday. Turning her head, Marrian saw that the tubing was attached to a small cask to one side. A small pump was also attached to the cask, its wires leading to the generator. Marrian felt a cold chill of fear wash over her flesh as her cunt heated around the invading dildo.
"It's a variable pump ... it'll send out a steady stream of water or whatever's around, or send it out in spurts. The lever here determines what happens," Justin explained, pointing out the parts as he went along. "And this ... you know what this is about, right?" he said, holding out a black wire with a clamp attached to it.
Marrian let out a hiss through her front teeth. Oh God, was he going to wire her up again? Would she feel the hot pain of electricity shooting through her body, tearing her apart?
"Oh, please, Justin, don't...." And yet her body wanted more, more sensation, more pain. "Right, Mom."
She saw the bulge in his pants, the pressure of his prick pressing out against the fly. Marrian shook her head, strands of her hair splashing over her face. Justin took the wire with the clamp and he walked behind his mother. Marrian turned her head around, breathing in raspily, working her hands against her ass as Justin reached down to spread her ass-cheeks apart with one hand. The cold wire was snaking up her ass-hole once more, making her shitter muscles tighten and grip the invader. The woman cried out, jerking forward, feeling her ass and cunt stuffed at the same time.
"Gonna feel real good, Mom, real good," Justin said, moving back to the generator and switching it on.
Immediately, the humming filled the room, mixing with Marrian's heavy breathing. The sound, the faint burning smell of the motor made her remember the other day. Perspiration slicked her flesh as she waited for the first shock, the first rush of electricity up her bowels that would make her howl with pleasure and pain.
But it didn't come ... at least, not yet. Instead, Justin flipped another switch and the pump whirred into life. There were more switching sounds, sounds that made Marrian's pussy tighten, relax, then tighten again around the invading dildo. At that point, the frantic woman realized that her pussy was creaming around the plastic cock. She hadn't understood it yesterday, and couldn't comprehend it today. She felt the wonderful itch of lust deep in her pussy while her entire body waited, trembling for this new horror of her son's to begin. Justin left his post at the generator for a moment, bending behind her and shoving the wire in a little more up her shitter. Marrian winced, her face blanching as she felt that horrible little thing snaking up her bowels.
"Ohhh, take it out! It hurts!"
"And that's what you want, right."
"No, no!"
But he had read her mind accurately!
"You're crazy if you think I don't know what turns you on, Mom. And you're gonna have it all today-cunt, ass-hole, mouth."
"Oh, God!"
Her cunt creamed even harder, a pool of juice wetting down her thighs, her ass. As Justin shoved the tube in farther, Marrian felt her ass muscles clenching around it. This was all increasing her discomfort, her pain, while the ropes kept her hands from protecting her body. Yes, she was completely in her son's control, completely. And that awful knowledge made her gasp and breathe all the more irregularly.
"Uhhhhh...." she moaned.
"Yeah, Mom, yeah...."
Justin was excited as well, his nostrils flaring as he studied his mother in that bound position. Marrian tried moving her thighs a little to ease the stretching distention of her cunt by that unyielding hunk of warm plastic. Yes, her cunt had warmed it nicely now, her muscles chewing gently on the surface as if it were a prick, a man's thick long cock stuck up her cunt. Marrian closed her eyes, sucking in her lower lip and biting down in shame, in arousal. Oh, to feel that warm plastic prick spreading her cuntwalls wide, stimulating those itchy membranes while that awful wire snaked deeper up her ass was nearly overwhelming. Over it all, Marrian felt wave after wave of humiliation and excitement, the two combining to produce a heady sensation of delight coursing through her veins. "Uhhhhh...."
Opening her eyes, Marrian realized that Justin had moved around in front of her, his Levi's opened and shoved down to his knees while his prick stood straight out, wagging like a pole in front of her. His red cockhead was deepening in color as he became more excited. In his right hand was some remote-control box with several buttons.
"Suck me off, Mom, suck it good while I take care of your pussy with this," Justin whispered, holding the box up in front of her.
Suck? Yes, she would suck, fuck, anything at this point.
The pump whirred a little differently. There was a movement of the dildo inside her. And then Marrian felt something shooting into her cunt. Water! Warm water, liquid heated to about the temperature of a man's jizz. The woman started, her eyes rounding, her jaws slackening as she concentrated on that weirdly wonderful feeling of having the fluid pumped into her body. The pump was shooting the water into her in spurts, just as if a man were cumming inside her, his jizz spattering her cunt walls. "Oh, ohhhh...."
Her body jerked, her ass-cheeks writhing madly on the splintery wooden bottom of the chair. Marrian didn't care about comfort anymore. It had started. The wonderful session had begun with her son. He was the master, pulling the ropes, making her dance on the string like a puppet. The thought of being bound like this, of having Justin lording over her made the woman moan and prance her plump ass even more. Yes, let her daughter stay away all night if she chose. She wanted her son with her, Justin, that wonderful animal, putting her through her paces like a mare.
"God, oh, God!"
Justin's eyes glowed with lust as he moved his fingers along the underside of his prick, slicking it down with the juices bubbling out from his piss-slit. Marrian felt a warm wash of sexual delight tighten her cunt. She swallowed hard, rising up slightly on the dildo, then relaxing her thigh muscles and settling her ass-cheeks back on the chair. Up she went again as Justin increased the spurting speed of the pump, the water hitting her clit like a thousand tiny needles, drawing out wild sensations from her tiny, meaty fuck nub.
"Uhhhhhh ... ohhhhhh, Justin, you don't know what you're doing to me!"
"Yeah, I do, Mom, and you dig it a lot! Fuck, I never seen anyting like it," Justin said, his finger hovering dangerously close to a small red button to the right on his small remote control box. "I thought this up on the way down here, too. Put it together fast. Guess that's what comes from being an electric whizz!"
"Uhhhhh...."
Justin moved his right index finger over the red button, then pressed it. Almost immediately the woman felt a hot buzzing sensation burn through her rectum. The electricity made her ass muscles tighten and cramp as if they had a life of their own. Marrian cried out shrilly, her nostrils flaring, her forehead wrinkling while her ass bounced up and down, up and down, faster and faster, her sweaty wet ass-cheeks, slapping hard against the chair.
"See? Just need a little juice up the old ass and you go nuts!"
"Oh, God!"
The buzzing heat stopped for a moment, the wire dangling obscenely from her tightened shitter. Marrian sagged forward, her mouth opening. It was what Justin wanted. Pushing his pants down around his ankles, still holding the control box tightly in his right hand, the young stud moved up, his prickhead brushing over his mother's lower lip. Marrian knew what he wanted, knew what she both wanted and needed. Swallowing, the woman opened her mouth and she took in her son's cock. Oh, it was so warm, so warm and rubbery She flicked her tongue teasingly around his grooved prickhead, sucking hard, her cheeks caving in while her tongue slid up and down, up and down along the rope-veined sides.
"Yeahhh, Mom." Justin moved, his thighs tightening, his knees bending slightly so that he could shove his cock straight into his mother's mouth.
Marrian received another shot up the ass as Justin pressed that little red button once more and sent twenty volts of current sputtering into her shitter.
"Yaghfhfhfhfhfffff!" she cried.
Marrian's cunt flowed more freely now, pooling on the chair while the rounded dildo head jabbed teasingly at her itchy cunt walls. And still that warm water flowed into her in spurts, pumped out of the small wooden keg by that tiny machine.
"Uhhh! Oh, yeah, Mom, that tongue ... man, oh, man, get it workin', " Justin groaned, his hairy ass tensing, his thighs trembling while he fed his mother more and more of his prickmeat.
Marrian began to acquire an erotic rhythm. As the plastic dildo rubbed against her itching pussyflesh, her juice seeped out from the velvety lining, the pulsing water making her bounce up and down frantically. And then, then there was that electricity burning up her ass-hole, singeing her flesh, making her twitch and jerk like some kind of crazed robot.
"Uhhfhhfhffff!"'
Another jolt, this one seemingly much more severe than the others, made Marrian stiffen, feeling the current chewing up her spine, making her bones rattle. Her ass-hole muscles were clenching that wire, wrenching it for all it was worth. And she was bouncing more frantically, working her ass up and down, her pussy sliding madly up that dildo, clutching it as if it were attached to her son.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!"
She sucked hard, the insides of her cheeks caressing her son's prick. And what was wonderfully strange was that the spurting dildo, the current up her ass, the prick in her mouth, everything was producing pleasure. There was no pain now, at least, not in the strict sense of the word. Everything worked for her pleasure. Even the ropes chafing the old marks from yesterday brought her pleasure. Her mouth was making wet sucking noises as she glided her tongue up and down and around Justin's mouth-fucking cock. She could feel the blood boiling in her veins, threatening to burn her to a crisp from the inside out as the smell of her son's aroused cock invaded her nostrils like a wonderful perfume!
"Go for it, Mom. Come on, suck me off ... chow down on that mother!"
His words brought more moans from the excited woman. She slurped up his prick, tonguing him around and around, bringing him closer and closer to the brink of climax. Marrian kept up her steady rising and falling movements on the dildo. And as her passion grew more and more intense, the woman wanted more electricity up her ass, more water spattering into her cunthole.
As if he could read her mind, Justin increased the pressure of water spurting into his mother's pussy. Almost immediately Marrian could feel the added pressure and she groaned in appreciation. Water and pussyjuice spurted from her fuzzy hole in a fine spray, wetting down her thighs and ankles, collecting in a greasy pool at her feet. Her clit was throbbing as if it would tear off. Marrian was beyond rationalizing. The pressure in her cunt was incredible now, the kind of pressure that let her know climax was only a few moments away.
"Go, Mom ... uhhhh, suck it ... suck it hard!"
Marrian felt her mind shattering again as she did as her son said. Her head bobbed furiously back and forth, her hair whipping over her upper arms, her lips stretching, sliding over the throbbing blue veins while his fat meaty cockhead kept beating against the back of her throat. She could tell that her son was close to cumming. Justin's fuckrod was jerking hard against the insides of her cheeks, coating down her throat with the slimy ooze from his high-riding balls. Her son, her own son, and she was sucking him off! Well, so be it! Her steadily rising passion had drowned out any feeling of guilt. Oh, yes, this is what she'd been needing all this time. And that pounding, pumping water! How the droplets stung her clit, washed over her pussy walls, then sprayed out in a fine veil against her thighs! Her ass pumped up and down over the broken chair, her ass-cheeks slapping wetly now while the plastic water-spewing dildo knifed into her body again and again.
"Unmmfmfnfnffff!" she snorted.
Another twist, another increase in electricity up her shitter! Marrian's head rattled, her body jerking from side to side, the chair scraping over the concrete, wet basement floor. A dim haze settled over her eyes once more while her brain spun dizzyingly out of control. Oh, she just couldn't take this much longer! Somethmg had to give! She felt her cunt tightening, relaxing, then tightening again, the tiny muscles gripping that dildo like a small fist. She moaned against her son's prick, the vibrations of her voice driving Justin up yet another notch toward climax. The young man's fingers trembled around the control box, his jaws slackening while strings of drool oozed from the corners of his lips. More and more cum oozed from his piss-slit, nearly choking his mother with the taste. "Mmmmmfmfffffff!"
More electricity, more water! Surely the two would combine somehow and electrocute her. Wasn't that how it worked? Oh, Marrian didn't care! All she knew was that he was frying her ass with that horrible wire and filling her clutching pussy with that fine spray of clit-teasing water. And all the while, his prick was fucking her mouth, stretching her lips, gliding over her teeth and tonsils. With another gulp of air, Marrian lunged forward, her lips flattening out against his groin while she twisted her wrists behind her, loving the chafing, harsh bite of the restraining ropes.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh, Mom, do it, come on, gimme that head, yeah, suck me off!"
Marrian was being driven crazy by her own desire, bobbing up and down on that rubber cock as if her life depended upon it. She loved the feeling of it rummaging around in her cunt, the slapping of the wet wooden seat against her ass-cheeks increasing the flashes of chilly heat racing through her pussy.
"Ughfhhfhfhfff!"
"Go for it, Mom...."
Justin had his eyes shut tight now, his head slightly tilted back, his spine bowed in while his knees bent and trembled. Again and again, his powerful thick-muscled thighs squeezed his cockmeat into his mother's mouth. A combination froth of cum and spit bubbled around the corner's of Marrian's mouth and dribbled down her chin.
And as she bounced up and down, her mouth pressed tightly, almost greedily against her son's prick. Oh, she could feel a climax boiling in her belly. Yes, it was happening, going to explode with a fireball intensity. Marrian paused for a moment, her tongue still sliding back and forth over his prick, drawing more pleasure from the young man. Justin was making odd wheezing sounds, his legs tensing, trembling while his fingers danced over the sides of her skull. Marrian moaned into his prick again, drawing her head back until just his fat bulbous cockhead was clamped between her full lips. Her tongue went wild, flicking up and around, the tip digging into Justin's piss-slit, then searching back along the super-sensitive groove. And all the while, her firm ass-cheeks bounced up and down, up and down, more and more furiously on the big plastic prick.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" A third time, Marrian moaned wildly against her son's stabbing cock. Now! She could feel her orgasm exploding like some secret bomb inside her, tearing apart her stomach, blowing down into her bowels, bouncing off her bowels, then redoubling back more powerfully than ever into her pussy. Marrian chewed down hard on Justin's cock, careful to keep her teeth well away from his fat fuckrod.
"Ufufuifufuffff!" he grunted.
This was it! The woman squealed, her hips going wild. She bounced up and down, stabbing her cunt over and over again with the warm thick rod of latex, slapping her ass madly against the flat-bottomed chair. More shivers of ecstatic delight raced through her body, destroying her utterly.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck!" Justin cried, his body trembling.
Marrian squealed back again in answer, her orgasm peaking like a thunderbolt. It shot through her, ripping her flesh, making her quiver in her bonds as she felt the wild ecstasy shoot like a million sparklers through her body. At the same time, Justin exploded as well, sending gush after gush of steamy cum into her mouth. Marrian gagged, swallowed then coughed again, determined to take in all her son's cum even if it choked her.
"That's it, Mom, ohhhhh, yeahhhh, swallow it, take it all," Justin cooed.
Justin didn't have to encourage her. Oh, no, she was more than motivated as she sucked and swallowed, throwing all morality and care to the winds as her body was violated by her son.
CHAPTER TEN
Marrian started coming down from her orgasm, her lips slackening around his softening prick. The water had stopped pumping into her cunt, the sharp, burning current also having stopped with her orgasm. Everything was fading to an even gray now. Marrian relaxed, her pussy still tightening, still creaming around that fat dildo, while Justin moaned softly, caressing the sides of her head with his powerful fingers.
"Good head, Mom, good head. I wanted to watch you like this and still get off. Fuckin' good...."
How long had they been like this? Marrian didn't know. Perhaps she should call an end to this. After all, Ann would be coming home soon, she guessed. What if her daughter were to barge in and find the two of them like this? Another spasm shot through her cunt, making the muscles tighten around that plastic cock again. The room was silent except for the heaving panting of the two satiated beings. How horrible. And yet she was smiling, actually smiling at the thought that she had been violated this way by her own flesh and blood. Surely there was something wrong with her to think this way!
The sound of the kitchen door opening and slamming hard brought the two of them back to reality quickly. Ann. Dear God, they'd been fucking in the basement for so long that they'd lost track of time. And her daughter was home now, shuffling around in the kitchen. Both she and Justin rolled their eyes up, mentally following the young girl as she moved into the kitchen, then into the living room. In a moment she'd be looking for them.
"Untie me, Justin," Marrian hissed, shaking loose hair from her eyes and working her wrists against the ropes. "I don't want Ann to find us like this."
The young man had drawn his pants on during the interim, his eyes still rolled up to the ceiling. A faint smile crossed his lips as he zipped up his fly and began walking toward the stairs.
"Justin!" Marrian cried through her teeth, a terrible thought crossing her mind. "Don't ... oh, God, don't...."
Justin only smiled more broadly, one hand on the rail as he climbed the squeaking wooden stairs slowly, his eyes raised, focused on the shut door. Marrian struggled wildly with the ropes, her wrists twisting this way and that, her body lurching about as she fought to free herself. She could have cried out to Ann. But to what avail? Certainly there was nothing she could do. Justin was in command now, pulling them around like the master he was. All she could do was sit there naked in the cellar, bound like a criminal, and pray that he wouldn't hurt her daughter too much.
Moments passed, minutes that were an eternity for Marrian. After some time, she heard two people walking toward the cellar door. Her cheeks flushed beet red as the door opened and she heard both Ann and Justin conversing easily.
"Down here?" she heard Ann say, climbing down the stairs while Justin closed the door softly behind her.
"Yeah, Ann. Mom's working on a few things. Wanted to see you."
Her world was coming apart. And what was strange was that Marrian didn't particularly care anymore. Suddenly she simply didn't care what Ann would think. How peculiar! She sat there, hands still tied behind her back, looking up at the stairs. In a moment she caught her daughter's legs appearing on the steps.
"What's she ... ohhhhh, my God!"
Ann stopped dead in her tracks, her right hand still gripping the handrail as she stared open-mouthed at her bound mother. A look of complete incomprehension crossed her face as she leaned forward, squinting through the semi-darkness as if to make sure that she was really seeing Marrian tied up like that.
"What's going on, Justin? What-"
Ann had little chance to say more. Her brother had grabbed her around the waist with both hands, lifting her small body from the stairs and wheeling her around. Ann let out a shriek, her legs kicking frantically in the air as she stretched her arms back and tried beating Justin away with her fists.
"No, no, stop it! Oh, my God, what's going on here?" the young blonde screamed.
It was happening all over again ... this-time with her own brother! Obviously her mother had fallen victim to Justin, and now it was her turn. Ann writhed about like a mad woman, images of Jack and his gang flashing through her confused brain. She had hoped to find a refuge in her family, and instead found more pain, more threats. Even her best friend had been of little help when Ann intimated what had happened to her.
"Justin ... lemme go, lemme go!"
With come careful balancing, Justin managed to haul his sister down to the cellar floor, wheeling her around one more time and spinning Ann toward her mother. The young girl caught her balance, pushing the hair from her eyes and staring horrified at her mother. One glance told her that she and Justin had had some time together, the kind of time she and Jack had experienced. Horror and disbelief still rushed through her mind as Ann let out a low moan, shaking her head, putting both hands to her forehead and fighting back tears of shame and horror.
"Come on, Sis, it's not so bad. And since you're back here and all, thought you might like to join us. Mom and I've been havin' a good time, right Mom?"
It was at this point that Ann saw the wire sticking out of her mother's ass. On closer examination she could see that Marrian was sitting on something-a dildo, water all around her! Ann's eyes widened even more, her nostrils flaring as chills crept over her back and shoulders. In a flash the girl realized what her mother and brother had been doing, and the realization made her a little sick.
"Oh, God!"
She had to get out of there, just had to. Her eyes darted up to the stairs once more. Surely she could stay at Patty's, make up some story until she could get her mind together and sort out this mess. Putting her hands in front of her, Ann tilted her head to one side, trying to fight down the panic rising quickly in her mind.
"Now, Justin, don't ... don't do anything crazy. Just lemme go. I wanna go back to Patty's," Ann said, moving slowly, one foot in front of the other, her dress clinging damply to her underarms and thighs. Beads of nervous perspiration were starting to appear once more on her forehead.
"You don't want to go back there, baby. Not especially considering what I've got planned for you here with Mom." Justin said, that cynical smile lighting up his darkly handsome face.
"Oh, Justin, let her go, please," Marrian pleaded, hovering between horror and impatience with her son. Something was giving way inside her when she saw her daughter struggling with Justin. A kind of swarmy warmth was exciting her pussy again, making the tiny muscles clutch along the full length of the dildo. She moved as best she could to the edge of the chair, her legs spread, back straight. The odor of her lust was heavy now.
"No!"
His shouted negative cut through the room like a buzz saw. When Ann tried rushing for the stairs, her brother caught her by the wrist, yanking her back with such a jerking force, Ann thought her neck would snap.
"Uhhhh...."
"Come on, Sis, be more cooperative like Mom, here," Justin said, dragging the reluctant Ann to Marrian. The young girl stared down as she saw Justin reach down with his free hand, spread Marrian's swelling cunt lips and tickle the spongy fat stretched by that horrible artificial prick. In a moment Marrian's thighs became wet and tingling once more. She was nearly beside herself, her head quivering, her cunt tight and hot and wet while her son was jerking her off right in front of her daughter!
"Oh, no ... God, Justin, what's happened to you, what's happened to the family?" Ann wailed, horrified at her mother's condition, at the way Marrian was responding to that fingerfucking.
"Forget it."
Justin turned her around like a puppet dangling from a string, his big hands pausing only for a moment around her throat. Then he ripped her clothes off in several tearing movements. Ann screamed, her hands going everywhere, beating against her brother's fingers. But he kept pulling and tugging and ripping, snatching off her dress, pulling off her bra, then hitting her with the back of his hand, catching her as she fell forward, sliding off her panties. In what seemed like only seconds, Ann was stripped nude, her body half leaning against Justin's.
"Oh, no...."
Marrian struggled with the ropes that were Parting to loosen around her wrists. Maybe she could get free, could save her daughter from her son's savagery so ... so she could have him to herself! That was the horrible, wonderful truth of it all. Marrian was greedy, wanting Justin for herself, for her own juicing cunt.
"Ohhh!" Ann cried out as a cold draft slashed between her warm, slender thighs. She shuddered, trying to pull away from Justin as she came to. Closing her thighs, the girl felt the cold damp air drifting under her cunt-hairs, raising gooseflesh around her warm little pussy. Justin said nothing more at this time, gripping her shoulders then pushing her forward hard. Ann stumbled, her legs tangling up in one another as she pitched forward toward her mother. With a muffled groan, the girl fell across Marrian's legs, her hands jerking out in front of her, her body sliding to one side and finally tumbling in a heap onto the cold concrete cellar floor.
Almost immediately Ann rolled onto her ass, her hands covering her tits, her one leg folded over the other as she stared up at her brother, cheeks burning with shame.
"How ... could you?"
"Watch."
With that, Justin threw himself onto his sister, his senses completely aroused now by her nakedness, her anger, her terror. Ann screamed, twisting her head away, bending her knees and kicking at him with the balls of her feet. Of course there was nothing she could do. As she cried out, as Marrian screamed and tried jerking her chair over to the thrashing couple, Justin unzipped his trousers yet again, pulling out his fat prick, then letting it glide up and down the narrow groove separating Ann's right leg from her lower belly. The girl froze for a second, feeling the hot, slick touch of prickmeat against her flesh! Ann renewed her frantic contortions, pressing her hands against his chest, twisting to the right, to the left, doing all she could to escape this incestuous horror. But he held her tight, twisting his fingers in her hair until it was stretched tight. Still gripping her hair, Justin reached around and he rammed two fingers deep into her cunt. Ann's mouth opened wide, a rush of air coming over her teeth. She felt her belly and cunt muscles cramp and snap shut, her thighs clenching. My God! Was it pleasure or something close to it she was feeling? Her mind exploded, reeling around and around as Justin gloated down at her. "like it, huh?"
"Animal!" Marrian shouted, tears blurring her eyes.
Justin obviously relished the names both women hurled at him as he continued to violate his sister. Ann knew instinctively, and from her experience with Jack and his horrible friends, that yet more awaited her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Justin had taken his time. He told both his mother and sister that fucking should be like eating-slow, delicious-being able to taste everything well before digesting. Secretly the two women agreed, although they continued to wail and object to everything he did. Justin's penchant for electricity quickly became apparent to Ann when he pulled her up from the floor after having fingerfucked her for several minutes. He said nothing, but gave her a knowing smirk when he dragged her past her mother. Yes, he knew, of course, she had no cherry. Any mercy he might have shown her on that part was now gone.
"I haven't tried somethin' like this before. It's a new idea. But I think I'm gonna have a go at it now," Justin said, dragging Ann across the floor by one arm.
"No ... no," she whimpered, her cries growing louder as the seconds ticked by.
"Leave her alone, Justin," Marrian shouted, her hands turning numb from all the savage twisting she was doing.
"You'll have lots of fun this way," Justin said, ignoring the two women.
"Oh, Justin," she sobbed, tears staining her face once again, "don't do this ... oh, please don't, oh, please...."
He dropped his grip, turning around, staring at her with slittled wolf-like eyes. With a groan, Ann turned and, like a bitch dog on all fours, ran toward the stairs. Her tits hung down, her stiffened nipples scraping across the concrete. She could hear Justin running after her, heard him grabbing something. The sound of a metal pail tumbling over and over clattered behind her, mixing with her mother's sharp cries. She tried to crawl faster but slipped on the various pools of liquid around her mother's chair. Rolling around, the girl realized that Justin was just behind her, a rotted piece of rope dangling from his right hand.
"The race's over now, Ann. All over."
He snapped the rope, dust and fuzz rising from the line, Ann turned her face just in time, her arms flailing as she tried covering herself. The rope hissed through the air, chewing the white flesh along the right side of her ribs. Again, it snapped down, biting the end of the right lower rib in particular.
"Yagghghhhhh!"
Ann experienced a flash of heat and pain she had never before known. Scooting away, keeping one hand covering her face, the young girl moved from the stairs, back toward the popping water heater. Justin kept swinging that rope over his head like a bolo, his mouth twisted up into a savage smile. It was the same kind of smile Jack had when he was tormenting her.
"Uhhhhh...."she moaned helplessly.
The knotted tip bit down once more, slapping hard and loud along the white flesh of her hips. It was as if someone had touched her with a branding iron. Ann jerked, scooting away, only to be stopped by a wall. She was helpless, and her fright was driving all rational thought from her mind. It was all so useless. Was her brother going to peel her skin from tit to kneecap? The rope came down once again. Ann rolled away, exposing her ass-cheeks. The rope bit a fourth time, tearing at her white supple flesh. Ann squealed loudly, her hands and legs jerking out from her body while her tits scraped along the floor.
Something instead of pain now was being born, a warm, comforting feeling spreading through her cunt. That tingle, that tightness. Yes, it was the same kind of joy that she had known with Jack and his horrible friends. And now she was experiencing it with her own brother!
"Get up."
Coiling the rope carefully, Justin slipped it into his back pocket, hauling his terror-stricken sister up from the floor and shoving her into a vinyl covered old kitchen chair. They were now about eight feet from Marrian. Justin turned the chair about so that the two women faced one another-mother and daughter, both victims of Justin, their own flesh and blood. The young man worked quickly, strapping his sister to the chair in much the same way as he had done with his mother. Marrian curled her upper lip into her mouth, biting down as she saw the terror and confusion in her daughter's blue eyes.
"Mother, stop him," Ann whispered, wincing as her brother drew the ropes tighter around her wrists, knotting them well together.
"I can't ... just can't, Marrian groaned.
"Okay, now for the part you're going to enjoy. Mom, you've gone through this before, but not with a series hookup."
Marrian trembled, her eyes widening as Justin brought out that damned generator once more, this time with additional wires and clamps. Ann watched horrified as her brother uncurled the spider-like black wires, then attached the clamps to her mother's nipples, cunt lips, and shoved a long wire up Marrian's ass.
"It's ... grotesque!" Ann groaned, turning away, her body shaking with revulsion. "Don't be so hard on her. You're next."
Ann froze, her heart pounding hard, perspiration oozing from under her arms as Justin pulled out another set of wires, uncoiled them, then approached her with those cold hideous clamps. She flinched back, her eyes wide, her forehead wrinkled as she watched Justin open the jaws of one of those clamps, rub the tiny teeth along her rubbery nipple for a teaser, then snap it shut suddenly on the tip. She closed her eyes and whimpered hard, the whimper turning into a groan as the second clamp bit down on her left nipple. She was twisting her ankles as best she could under the chair. And how odd. Her cunt was throbbing, actually pulsing, and there was Justin, wiping his knuckles against her outer pussylips, giving her a secret smile and winking, then attaching one clamp, then another on each pussylip. The wire up her ass was the final blow, making her ass muscles quiver, shattering what was left of her pride.
"Justin...."
The boy was too fascinated by this double electrocution to say anything or listen to his mother and sister. Both women stared dumbly at one another, their hair curtaining their faces partially as the generator hummed on once again.
"Oh, mother ... is he going to."
"Yes, oh, God!"
"I'm gonna put a power booster here." Justin placed a small black box between the two women. Carefully, he attached wires jutting out from the box to the wires running to Ann's and Marrian's cunts. "You see, the electricity'd peter out if it went right from Ann's body to yours, Mom, and you'd barely feel a thing. I'm not sure if this thing'd put out enough power to charge you both up at the same time. So the current's gonna hit Ann first, then go down here," Justin said scientifically, pointing at the wires, "where it'll get a boost, and charge on into your cunt. That's the most important part. The other wires-your tits and ass-'ll come from the other power outlet of the generator." Justin pointed out the back end of the humming machine. "Not as strong as the other end, but your tits don't need as much stimulation as your pussies. I know that for sure."
Marrian and Ann blushed. But this wasn't a time for modesty, not when they were going to suffer this horror!
"Okay."
With that simple word, Justin began his torment, twisting the dial, sending the first surge of current flowing through the wires. Ann was the first to recevie it, her body bowing out from the chair, her head snapping back while her nipples began to turn purple already. The girl thought someone had poured gasoline on her! Her cunt lips tingled then burned, a pressure so incredible that she could hardly believe it was making her pussy swell! The girl let out a loud howl, jerking from side to side, making the chair slip and grate along the concrete. Her tits bobbed up and down, the wires clacking together. A second more, and Marrian was writhing in agony, the current amplified by that hideous black box between her and her daughter and slamming into her cunt with the force of a hurricane! Her body stiffened, the muscles quivering, her head shaking as if she had a palsy! The generator buzzed and hummed, sending out more and more current as the two women danced and twitched on the wires!
"Yaggghhhh!" Ann screamed.
Marrian opened her eyes, watching Ann's body writhe against the plastic chair, the wires at times striking her face. There were moments when Marrian thought that she could see sparks jumping from her daughter's nipples into her face while her cunt flexed and juiced under the merciless onslaught.
"Yagghghghhgh!"
Another jolt, another rush of hot current exploding into her cunt. Ann kept on screaming, her voice shrilling past soprano, her wrists nearly bleeding from the constant twisting and jerking while the generator pumped current harder and faster into hers and her mother's bodies.
"Ughghghhhhh ... owwwwwww!"
It was as if thousands of sharp, shark-like teeth were tearing at her cunt, her tits, her ass-hole. Marrian thought that she was going to move her bowels at any time as the wire danced savagely in her ass. She couldn't control her eye movements any longer while a buzzing exploded again and again in her head!
"Noooooooo!" Marrian cried out, watching her daughter slipping down from the chair, her legs having somehow eluded the knots binding them to the chair legs. Ann was halfway down the chair now, her legs dancing, kicking out obscenely, jerking as if they had no direction, no control whatsoever!
"Ann!"
Justin twisted the dial up to "high," laughing as the women shrieked, their bodies like rag dolls blown about in a tornado. Marrian's eyes rolled back into her head, the whites only showing while her blue and purple nipples appeared ready to tear off from the current. She was cumming, climaxing again and again, the electricity short-circuiting her mind, her body. When the woman thought she was about to pass out, the terror stopped. Suddenly the current was gone. With a savage, greedy, lustfilled cry, Marrian sagged forward, barely seeing her daughter slide completely to the floor, her arms pulled back, still roped to the back of the chair.
'"Gonna fuck you now, Sis, fuck you...."
It was all a blur. Through her curtaining blonde hair the woman watched Justin twist Ann around, positioning her like a dog, then opening his trousers and pulling out his prick. Marrian remembered wanting his cock, wanting it in her cunthole, envying her daughter as Justin slipped his prickmeat hard into Ann's cunthole. It didn't take him long to cum, his head thrown back, a smile on his lips as he unloaded the hot jizz in Ann's pussy. In a second he had finished, untying her from the chair, letting the girl fall limply to the ground. Next came Marrian, the woman keeping her eyes averted from her son as he unbound her, then pulled the offending wires from her cunt, tits and ass-hole.
"Ohhh, Ann," Marrian cried, rushing from the chair and bending down to her daughter. She cradled the teen's head, stroking her cheeks, fighting back the tears as Ann slowly became conscious.
"Oh, Mother, Justin-"
"Hush. That's over. We'll move, get away from him. Maybe in time, with therapy, he can come back to us. But now, no," Marrian said, placing her fingertips lightly over her daughter's lips. "It's over, it's over. We'll figure out something for later. But now it's over," Marrian said, almost crying as she hugged her daughter closely to her naked chest.
"Over...."
No, it was only beginning, Ann thought. Her mind drifted back lo Jack, to Greig, to all the others in that horrid little place where she had been tortured. And now her brother. Were all men this way? Did they want their women humiliated, beaten, tormented before fucking them? The thought made Ann's head spin. And yet at the same time, it made her strangely warm all over. Yes, it would be nice to see Jack again-and even Justin, although she hadn't quite come to terms with incest yet. But that would come in time, just as her other feelings had. Leave? Perhaps for a while. But she would be back. And so would her mother.
"Justin's leaving ... for now," Marrian said, pricking up her ears as she heard the back door slam.
"Oh?"
He'd be back, along with the others. Her mother was only fooling herself. He'd be back and everything would be so wonderful again. Oh, the things she had learned in these past few days!
Oh, the things I've learned, Marrian thought at the same time, stroking Ann's cheeks, wondering when this would end ... and more importantly, wondering if she wanted it to end at all. How strange life had turned out to be. How strange!