Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors, both must act without past experience to guide them. Both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In BONDAGE-TRAINED FAMILY, a typical American family is taken captive by a band of social outcasts. What, at first, is pure torture, ultimately becomes the thrill of a lifetime.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Amy Winslow stood on the riverbank wringing her hands. The wild rapids pitched and tossed like a liquid roller coaster. The woman felt chilled with apprehension. Her ripe, warm body tensed and trembled in the cold grip of fear.
Her husband Bart, their teenaged daughter Jody and young niece Alita Parker had just left shore in a bright-yellow inflatable boat. It pitched and tossed in the roiling gorge. Bart and Alita paddled hard to steer and steady the craft.
Jody sat in the bow and was only hanging on for dear life.
Amy wasn't blessed with her husband's natural athletic ability, nor did she share his reckless hunger for daring adventure. She preferred the settled calm of suburban life.
She had raised her daughter in much the same mold. Jody was a sweet, innocent, almost painfully shy girl. Her long chestnut hair and bountiful figure made young cocks throb aching hard at high school, but Jody seemed unaware of her obvious charms. She studied intently and ignored boys altogether.
Alita thrived on the attention of young males and liked all the leering glances she got. Her body was lithe, sleek and finely curved. Long, supple limbs gave her fluid grace. A silky torrent of coal-black hair streamed down to her slender waist, swaying seductively as she stroked hard with her paddle to help guide the boat around a boulder.
Amy worried about them all trying to run the treacherous rapids, but she worried most about Alita and something more slyly sinister. The girl seemed drawn to Bart in a way not proper for a young niece. And worse, the attraction between them was mutual.
Unknown to Amy, another pair of eyes watched the bobbing yellow raft swing into the swift current and start racing downstream. A man clad from head to toe in camouflage clothing stood motionless in a tangled clump of brush only fifteen feet from the worried housewife.
The pattern of sunlight and shadow cast through dense foliage perfectly matched his mottled green, brown, tan and black outfit. Smears of multi-colored combat makeup similarly blended his craggy face and hands with the brush.
He saw a woman in her mid-to-late thirties with a voluptuous figure, generous curves made soft and abundantly ripe by easy living. Her close-cropped auburn hair sheened like burnished copper in the light of the morning sun. Her smoothly rounded tits heaved invitingly with each anxious breath she took.
Seeing that she was alone and now districted, he laid down a camouflaged compound bow and a quiver full of razor-sharp broad head hunting arrows. He emerged cautiously from the brush and crept up behind her. This was far more tempting game than the deer she and those three in the boat had frightened away.
He grabbed her from behind with circling arms that crossed over her tits. Each of his large hands clamped hard on her opposite tit. He mauled her creamy tit cones with savage grunts of delight and left mottled smears of green and brown combat makeup on her snow-white blouse.
Amy Winslow shrilled a scream of stark terror and thrashed uselessly in the snare of his strong arms. His thumbs whirled to feel thick nipples beneath her blouse and binding bra. Harsh stimulation swelled her ruddy tit crowns aching hard despite her groans and wails of raging disgust.
"Let me go!" the woman screamed.
Her grunting captor laughed in response and prodded her from behind with a massive stiff cock.
"Bart, help me!" Amy cried in fearful desperation.
"He can't hear you," the man said roughly. "Couldn't paddle back this way if he did. Ain't a man alive strong enough to fight that current. Not even me."
And he was huge! Amy was tall for a woman, five-foot-ten, but he was a good six inches taller than that. He hunched over her and continued his tit-crushing bear hug.
To Amy's left, a few yards up the bank, there was a three-foot-thick log the length of a telephone pole wedged like a low bridge between two sharp pillars of jagged stone. He dragged her back toward that.
Amy kicked and screamed every step of the way, but her frenzied walls were smothered by the river's wild roar.
"My name's Amos Murdock," the man said with a voice that grated like crunching gravel. "I know your name is Amy. I heard you all talking while they launched the boat."
Her throat was too choked with chilling fear to utter more than an anguished gasp in reply. He whipped her around and pushed Amy's back to the log, bending her over its massive girth as he pushed on her lush tits, kneading and squeezing.
He bent her so far back over the log that Amy felt certain her spine would snap. Amos snared her wrists together in a rawhide noose and pulled that down on the far side of the bridged log, bending her back even more.
Puffing like a steam engine, he hunched down and reached beneath the log to snag the free end of the dangling rawhide thong. Amos pulled and bound that around her ankles, knotting it so tight that the cord cut her tender flesh.
Amy had been bent over backwards and bound around the thick log like a doughnut of soft flesh. Amos grunted when he saw her utterly helpless position and reached for the long-bladed sheath knife he wore on his belt.
The terrified suburban housewife shrilled another scream when she saw a foot of glinting cold steel reach toward her splayed crotch. But Amos caught the hem of her short summer skirt in his left hand and began to slit the cloth upward to her waist.
There could be no doubt what the hulking stranger had in mind now. He ripped off the remains of her ruined skirt and slashed Amy free of her panties as well.
A broad wedge of softly curled auburn pussy hair gleamed like copper in the morning light. Amos Murdock grinned lewdly and licked his lips free of camouflage color with anxious swipes of his meaty tongue.
Amy cringed and cried, "Bart! Oooohh, please! Dear God, make him hear me!"
"You best hope he don't hear," Amos said coldly. "He can't paddle back no matter how hard he might try. All he'll get to do is watch me stick ten-and-a-half inches of stiff hot prick into his pretty wife."
Amos eased down the zipped fly of his camouflaged suit and unlimbered what looked to Amy like a vein-ridged log of throbbing flesh.
He stroked its awesome length fondly in the curl of his left hand and reached out with the gleaming knife blade clutched in his right. Amos slit the front of her blouse with one deft stroke and parted the center strap of her bra with the same move.
Murdock was a grizzled mountain man accustomed to skinning rabbits and squirrels with no wasted moves. Stripping this luscious and helpless city bitch naked with a few swift strokes of the blade was hardly a challenge at all.
Her lush body gleaned with the chilling cold sweat of fear. Amy shivered violently despite the sun's warming rays beamed down on her bountiful curves.
* * *
The raft glided into a stretch of fairly calm water. Jody breathed a sigh of relief and looked back to wave good-bye to her mother. They planned to be three days on the river, the longest time mother and daughter had ever been apart.
She gaped for a moment through innocent, fawn-like eyes wide with fright, not wanting to believe what she saw. Then Jody cried, "Daddy, look! What is that man doing to mom?"
Bart Winslow turned and muttered, "My God!"
The huge man had Amy stripped and naked, bent backwards over the log with her wrists and ankles bound together. His enormous cock was twitching.
"Close your eyes, Jody. Don't look!"
"Don't look at what?" Alita asked curiously. "Ooooh, Jeeeezus! What a prick!"
"Sssshhhh," Bart said. "You shouldn't be watching either." But he couldn't turn his head away.
* * *
Amos worked the plum-like knob of his gorged cockhead up and down in Amy's juicy slit, tingling her plump clit bud and making her tangy-scented fuck honey flow.
"Please don't!" she begged him. "I'm a good woman. I've never had anyone but my husband."
"So much the better," he answered with a lewd grin. "I just wish one of the young ones had stayed on shore to drive the car downstream. I'll bet they're both cherry."
Amy sobbed, "My daughter Jody is, I know. I'm not sure about Alita."
He said, "Yeah, your niece looks like a hot little number."
"You seem to know a lot about us," she said, hoping to keep him talking.
"I know everything," he told her. "I been in that brush since before you got here. Heard every word you said. I know they'll be three days running the river down to the bridge at Millerton where you're supposed to meet them."
"Let me go," she pleaded desperately.
Amos laughed. "Won't take but a few hours to drive down there. The road goes straight, but that ol' river twists and turns through a lot of wild country. You can go to them when I'm through with you. Me and my pa and my brother Emmit."
Amy moaned in horror. "There are three of you?"
"Yup," Amos said, still stirring and heating her simmering cunt slit. "We got a cabin on a mining claim a few miles down stream. I just hope Pappy and Emmit are watching the river. If so, you'll get to see your daughter and your niece in less time that you thought. You'll get to see some big hot prick bloody sweet little Jody's cunt for the first time too."
"No, you wouldn't!" Amy cried. She felt more fear for her young daughter now than she did for herself.
"I will unless Pappy or Emmit gets her first. Reckon we'll have a hell of a fight about that. We all like cherry picking!"
Tears streamed down Amy's cheeks and sobs made her lush tits heave. She strained and twisted, trying vainly to free her hands. The effort only made the sinewy thong cut deeper. She felt a trickle of blood running down toward her clenched fists and sobbed even more.
"I think we got your pussy about hot enough," Amos told her.
"Nnnoooo!" she wailed. "Don't! I've got money. You can have it all if you let me go."
"It ain't your money I want, sweet-stuff. Our mining claim pays real good. Lotta gold in that river bottom, but the real treasure is what comes drifting by." Amos enjoyed the helpless woman's anguish immensely and deliberately prolonged the moment of entry to watch her suffer and plead even more.
"You can have the car," she said. "It's all paid for. I'll sign the registration papers over to you if you won't hurt me."
"I got no use for a car, Amy. Ain't a road goes anywhere near the cabin."
"You could sell it. It must be worth ten or twelve thousand dollars."
"Your pussy is worth more than that to me. And if Pappy and Emmit catch them other two, all the money in the world wouldn't spare your daughter and your niece from three days of fucking."
Amy's sorrowful tears flowed in a steady stream of despair. When she raised her head, she could see the long shaft of his cock poised to enter her pussy.
She shuddered violently. Amy's tortured wail rang loud enough to be heard even over the roar of churning rapids just ahead.
"Grungh!" she moaned, her eyes flared wide and drained of tears. Straining pressure filled her taut pussy slit. The sleek tunnel of her cunt clenched hard with writhing waves of revulsion. Amy had never been so cruelly fucked before.
The fiery heat of his long cock bulled through clenched rings of muscle not nearly strong enough to stop the reaming thrust. All her resistance did was make fucking her more pleasant. Amos grinned and grunted animal sounds of delight. He liked nothing better than an unwilling cunt.
"You're tight as a young virgin," he said happily. "I'm gonna take a long time fucking you!"
Amy sobbed, just wishing he could cum and get it over with. His rough hands clamped hard on her lush tits. He kneaded them and squeezed her nipples until they bulged with rushing blood.
He leaned over her back-bent form and kissed one nipple with smacking lips. Amos sucked hard and filled his gaping mouth with tit, delighted because Amy had more tender warm flesh than would fit in his mouth.
His tongue lashed her hard nipple and swirled around.
Amy responded with an eerie long wail. It wasn't all pain and disgust she felt. His tongue sparked pleasure that made her feel sick and ashamed of herself. How could any proper woman enjoy this abuse?
Her cunt seethed and squished with sleek fuck oils. Amos reared back, drawing his cock almost all the way out. Then he fucked in deep with another mighty lunge.
Amy shrilled an agonized cry as the brutally hard prick filled her wringing cunt again. She could feel his racing pulse. The hideous long is cock was vibrant with lewd vigor. Her pussy clamped and throbbed in response.
Amos pushed her bountiful tits together so he could suck both nipples into his mouth at once. His meaty tongue lashed them as one, back and forth, then up and down. Amy felt more shocks of unwanted stimulation.
Her heart beat wildly and her shrilling scream sank into a gurgling moan. His tongue danced between her nipples and then darted away while he nipped her with his teeth.
He fucked his thick cock deep and ground a ridge of bone in his groin on her generous clit nub. Amy shrilled another scream, but this was a lewd cry of delight.
She couldn't help it. Her pussy raged with motion, and undulating waves of tension gripped his cock.
Amos gave a delighted grunt and fucked her hard and fast, jarring her clit and grinding on it at the end of each deep reaming thrust. She babbled and moaned. Her mind was a whirling mass of dazed confusion.
Amy wasn't the first attractive city woman he had snared. Nor would she be the last. More than anything, he wanted to fuck her daughter while Amy watched his bloodied prick bring Jody to a grinding climax.
Amy wasn't thinking about her daughter now, or her own plight as a prisoner. The frenzied spasms in her pussy were all that mattered.
She wailed in rapture while his hairy loins kept thudding on her soft flesh. The delightful tension of torment increased. Her ravaged pussy became a seething pit. Her cunt clamped and swirled around his massive intruder, delighting Amos with her frantic contractions and her loud screams of joy.
He suddenly stiffened, yanking his head up from her luscious tits to bellow a roar as he let his cock fire. Amos was a young man in the prime of life. His weighty balls packed an enormous load.
Cum jetted into her with spurting force that she could feel. Spunk shot deep and slathered the walls of her writhing fuck tunnel. Slickness greased his plunging cock shaft. Amos fucked his prick in and out as hard and fast as he could.
Wet heat filled her cunt and rose around the plunging prickshaft of his cock to be whipped like butter. The silvery gushing flow glossed her cunt lips and sheened in the auburn thatch of curls.
His cock gushed jism for nearly a minute, flooding her sultry cunt like a swamp of hot passion. Amy gurgled and moaned when at last the flow began to slacken.
Her pussy had wrung his cock dry, but the mighty young prick didn't weaken. Amos only paused for a gulp of breath, and then he fucked her seething cunt to another great orgasm that left her gasping and too weak to talk.
CHAPTER TWO
Alita came close to orgasm just from watching at a distance. The raven-haired young beauty was still a virgin, but an anxious one. Her pussy often seethed with desire, but never like now.
Half a dozen boys at the high school had offered to satisfy her restless craving, but Alita didn't want any of them for her very first fuck. She had heard from too many girls that boys in their teens were usually too anxious to fuck long and hard. Their horny hot pricks would cum too soon.
Alita had thought it would be better to start with someone older and more experienced. And, when she came to live with the Winslows, she started thinking about Bart. He was a young-looking thirty-six, lean and strongly built.
His dark wavy hair was faintly flecked with silver. Rather than make him look old, though, Alita thought the silver made him more distinguished. And she knew Bart wasn't getting all from Amy that a man needed. Her bedroom was next to theirs, and she often listened intently with an ear pressed to the wall.
Alita would thumb her slender clit and work a wiggling finger into her cunt while Bart was fucking Amy, masturbating herself to orgasm along with him. But that only made her volcanic pussy more anxious. She had to be careful not to break her cherry because Alita wanted her uncle's big cock to do that.
She had once arranged to "accidentally" enter the bathroom as he was stepping out of the shower. She got a fleeting glimpse of his flaccid cock, enough to make certain his prick was the one she wanted for her first time.
Ever since, Alita had wondered how big his cock would be when she got a chance to make his prickshaft fully hard. On this trip, she planned to find out. They would be camping two nights along the river, and Alita just knew that she wouldn't finish the trip with even a shred of her cherry left.
She flirted with Bart every chance she got, pretending to be girlishly innocent and just interested in her uncle in a normal way. But she knew that he couldn't help responding when she looked at him with her dazzling eyes full of latent desire.
Alita was disappointed when, at the last minute, Amy let Jody go on the trip with them. She felt certain that Amy had allowed it only so her daughter would be a kind of innocent chaperone. Her being along would make things more difficult, but Alita was determined to accomplish her mission.
She wondered now what effect the attack on Amy would have. Would it make Bart more horny than usual? Or would the shock of it weaken his sex drive completely? It was hard to tell by the look on his face.
Their yellow boat plunged into the rapids and swept around a curve. The gravel beach where they had launched was no longer in sight, and the boat was picking up speed.
"It's all right now, Jody. You can open your eyes, and you better hang on tight!" Bart said.
"Did-did he do it to her?" Jody asked.
"Yes, honey. I'm afraid he did. But it's over now and I don't think she was badly hurt."
"Still it must have been awful!" Jody said, on the verge of tears.
Alita said, "I don't think it was so bad toward the end."
"Don't say that!" Jody snapped. "That must have been the worst time. When he shot his seed into her-" She broke into wracking sobs.
Bart said, "Let's not discuss it." But he couldn't crowd the thoughts from his own mind. He knew it wasn't really over for Amy. Not yet. No rugged young male would be content fucking a helpless woman only once. He knew she would be fucked repeatedly, probably made to do things she never had before. He was just glad he wouldn't have to watch.
The boat pitched and tossed as they bounded through the wild rapids, paddling hard to get the boat around a boulder in midstream.
Alita squealed with delight, thrilled as much by watching her aunt get fucked good and hard as she was by the perilous river run. She knew damn well Amy had climaxed, and the sultry young teen couldn't wait to really know what that thrill was like.
* * *
Amos said, "The boat's out of sight now. You don't have to worry about your husband seeing how much you like my big cock."
"I hate it!" she snarled. "You're a beast! A loathsome thing that should live under a wet rock." She detested him and hated what he had done.
Amy was also acutely aware of pain. Her muscles ached from being bound in a back-bent position. The tight thong burned like fire where it had chafed her skin deep enough to draw blood. Rough bark on the log scratched the small of her back and the beautifully domed cheeks of her ass, but Amos had no pity. He just vaulted over the log to stand on the side where her head was.
She looked up at his protruding cock. A silvery bead of cum gleamed on the tip. The prickshaft was half limp and starting to bow.
"Take a good long look," he told her. "You won't get to see much when I fuck it down your throat."
Amy groaned and said, "No!" She tossed her head, dreading even the thought. "I've never done that."
"Really?" Amos said with a smirk. "No wonder your husband seems so interested in your young niece. She doesn't look like the shy type to me. I'll bet she sucks his cock more than once on their trip."
Amos had touched a tender nerve. Alita's brazen flirting with Bart had caused friction between the two of them already.
"That's only fair," Amos said. "You're going to spend a lot of time sucking mine. You'll learn to love it. Ol' Bait's gonna be real pleased when he gets you back and discovers how much you've learned."
Amy could only sob in response, thinking that she might not want a man to touch her ever again. Not even her loving husband. He would certainly turn to Alita then. Her bitter tears dropped like rain.
Amos fisted his cock and brought his prickhead to her lips. Amy turned her head away in disgust and clenched her teeth tightly shut.
"Now, now . . . don't be stubborn," he chided her. "If I have to open your mouth for you, it's gonna hurt worse than sucking cock your first time."
She grunted through clenched teeth, determined to keep her mouth tightly shut no matter what he might do. The woman was thinking she would rather die than take that big slimy cock between her lips.
He shrugged and said, "I warned you." A huge gnarled hand dipped into his jacket pocket and came out with a pair of hose clamps-rings of metal that could be tightened with thumb screws.
Chuckling wickedly, he fitted one cold metal ring over each nipple and worked the bands down until they circled about a third of each luscious big tit. Her dark nipples bulged above the constricting bands. Amos grinned lewdly, watching her tightly clenched jaw as he tightened the screws.
Amy yelped without thinking, then clamped her mouth shut again.
Amos said, "I could have had it in you right then, but I'd rather give the screws a few more turns. That will trap blood in your nipples and make them even more tender."
She moaned and hissed as the clamping pressure increased. Fiery pain radiated from the shrinking cold bands. It coursed down her bent spine and filled her cunt with chilling waves of revulsion.
Amos gave the screws another turn. The clamps began to mold her lush tits into hourglass shapes. Amy wanted to scream but didn't dare open her mouth. His dangling cock swayed just above her sealed lips.
The droplet of cum fell down. She moaned and spit to dislodge it from her lips.
"You ought to get used to the taste," he said. "There'll be a lot more when I cum in your mouth. It don't take my hairy balls long to work up another load."
He was frankly amazed at the amount of pain she seemed willing to take. And he was pleased. Amos, his brother Emmit, and their old man all liked the stubborn ones best. It took longer to tame them, and straining resistance was sheer pleasure for them.
Amy's eyes were as tightly shut as her mouth, but she could still feel her tears leaking out. The pain was becoming unbearable.
Amos gave the tit-clamping screws another half turn and she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Stop!" Amy screamed. Her tits throbbed with pain. Her nippies bulged torturously. "Do what you want with me," she moaned. "Just don't hurt my breasts any more."
"They'll feel real good again soon," he promised. "I'm gonna suck them while you learn to swallow cock." He brought his hands down and raised the rubbery, half limp cockshaft to her lips. "I let it sag down just enough so it'll curve going into your throat. Then it will swell hard again, and the pressure clamped around your tits will seem like nothing." Amy shivered and closed her eyes. He put the glossy knob of his cock in her mouth and said, "Sweep your tongue all around the ridge. Hhhmmm, yeah. And pay attention to the underside. That's where it's most tender."
She wanted nothing more than to bite it off, but the crude man seemed able to read her mind. His hands tweaked the hose clamps bound so tightly around her tits. The woman's face twisted with fear. She had no choice but to keep licking the cum-glazed cock that was pushing farther and farther into her mouth.
A rank taste like nothing she'd ever know filled Amy's mouth. Her throat wrenched and her belly heaved. The cum was slick like mayonnaise on her tongue, bitterly tart and faintly sweet at the same time. It had a briny smell that made her reeling senses want to gag.
"That's enough teasing around with your tongue for now. Suck it, bitch! Swallow it all."
"Nungh," she moaned. He wasn't waiting for her to oblige him, he was pushing his cock toward the back of her mouth.
Amy was already dizzy from being bound with her head hanging down on the far side of the log. When the knob of his cock reached the entrance to her throat, her swirling confusion increased. It seemed impossible to take in any more without gagging and retching. Her throat strained. The fleshy tension was awful.
"Suck harder!" he commanded. "I want to feel your lips and throat both pulling together."
His cock filled her throat and new fears sprang up in her mind. He might strangle her with his stiff prick. Amos' cock was throbbing hard. She could feel the surging pulse in her throat.
He pushed his cock deeper, not fazed by her muffled cries of torment. Amos fucked deep into the wringing cavern of her sleek throat, enjoying the strained contractions triggered by her gag reflex.
"Yeah," Amos chuckled. "The ones who don't like it are best! And getting used to me ain't gonna help a whole lot. My brother Emmit's cock is bigger than mine by a couple of inches. Longer and thicker. And the old man, his is bigger still!"
Amy answered with desperate choking noises. Her throat was already too full to draw a breath. She felt herself getting light-headed, about to faint.
Amos kept pushing in cock. Half his prick's length was in her now, pulsing strenuously. She felt consciousness slipping away. But he pulled back then and let her gulp air. Her lungs filled with cool relief, then he began pushing back.
"You work your tongue around the knob real good," Amos said. "If you don't keep the head of my cock happy, I'll leave it down your throat until you choke."
She almost wished that he would. Slipping toward unconsciousness had been without pain. But now her tight throat was racked with spasms that tormented her soul. And he said others would be worse. Amy began to wonder how much pain and vile degradation she could endure.
Amos began a rhythmic thrusting, fucking her mouth and wringing throat just as he had her cunt. She found barely enough time between thrusts to breathe, and then he expected her to slather his bulbous cockhead with her tongue.
Each brutal thrust pushed his cock deeper than before. The fourth thrust brought his hairy groin to her lips. That pleased him greatly. Amos lingered in the wringing depths of her throat until she was on the verge of passing out.
Then he fucked in and out much faster, slamming her head against the log, crushing her lips with his hairy groin. Amy felt the heat of friction in her throat. The heat spread to her strangled tits. Amos whirled her nipples with spinning thumbs and leaned over to nibble at the soft lips of her cunt.
Amy writhed and winced. His vulgar tongue was in her cunt, rooting like a hog. He made lewd gurgling noises as he licked and slurped, all the time fucking his cock in and out of her tortured throat.
He tongued her clit and she felt a sharp jolt. It didn't seem to matter how much pain and abuse she suffered, that traitorous little button was always ready to signal pleasure.
"Ungh, I knew you'd like it!" Amos said. He tongued her clit again and drew the head of his cock back into her mouth. She whirled and teased her tongue around the bloated prick-knob, softly stroking the clefted underside.
She didn't care about the taste any longer. Her pussy was wrenching. Her nipples felt like burning embers beneath his thumbs.
Amos tensed and strained to slow his second cumming. He wanted more of the wonderful wringing tension in her throat, but his weighty balls were being stroked by silky locks of hair each time he rammed deep. It was like thousands of tiny fingers caressing his sensitive sac.
Amos groaned delightedly. Then he pulled his lips taut and sucked hard on her clit. Amy's tits heaved with the pressure of a enraptured cry that couldn't escape from her cock-plugged throat.
He flailed her cunt with his tongue, whirled her nipples, and let his cock fire. Cum gushed into her throat, a thick burst that splattered the walls with clinging wet heat. Then he pulled back and jetted a spurt of spunk into her mouth.
The slick goo slid all over her tongue. She recoiled at first, stung by the bitter-sweet taste. He let go another gushing spurt as he rammed back into her throat. She gulped and moaned.
His clit-sucking was making her pussy writhe with the taut spasms of another, great climax. Her throat echoed its frenzied contractions. Her whole body seemed to soar into orgasm.
She sucked hard on his cock and swallowed his creamy jism to keep from choking and drowning in the silvery-white flow. Cum spat into her mouth one time and in the depths of her throat the next.
The salty-sweet taste became less repugnant with every gulp. Her climax was heating up. Nerves wound tight by intense stimulation twanged and pulsed more dizzyingly.
Her eyes clamped shut and her tits swelled. Amy saw streaks and pops of multi-colored light like exploding skyrockets inside her skull. She climaxed fiercely, sucking on his cock like a fiend long after she'd drained the bitter root dry.
Amos pulled out of her then and rasped to catch his breath. "Wish I had time to fuck that delicious ripe ass of yours right now," he said. "But we got a long way to go. The cabin is five miles down the canyon rim trail. We leave now, we'll maybe get there before the rest of your family goes by."
"Five miles?" Amy said in dismay. "I'll never be able to walk that far."
"Yeah, I figured that. But I got a mule named Halfass you can ride. Know why we call him Halfass?" he asked.
Amy didn't give a damn, but she played along to stall for time. If the other two weren't alerted, Bart and the girls might slip by them. The woman no longer cared much what happened to her, but she wanted to spare her young daughter if she could.
"No, why did you name a mule that?" she asked.
"Because that's what a mule is. Halfass and half horse." He laughed heartily.' 'Mule's a lot more sure-footed than a horse. You'll appreciate that when we get on that narrow trail high above the gorge."
Amy began trembling again. She was terrified of high places. He bent down and cut the thong that bound her wrists and ankles together. She heaved a thankful sigh and straightened herself, trying to massage circulation and sensation into her numbed extremities. Where the thong had chafed and cut her skin was just too painful to touch. Amy thought of another way to stall.
"Could I get the first aid kit from our car?" she asked pleadingly. "I should put something on these wounds."
Amos looked and sneered. "They ain't bad enough to worry about. Lick'em like a cat." He grabbed her arm and pushed her toward the thicket of brush where he had tethered the mule out of sight.
He helped Amy into the saddle. Her legs and joints were still weak. "What about my clothes?"
"You ain't gonna need 'em," he laughed. Amos produced another thong from his pocket and bound her wrists to the saddle horn. "Riding naked like that, you'll look just like Lady Godiva."
"C-c-could you at least take these awful clamps off my breasts?"
"Guess I can do that much," he allowed. "Wouldn't want those big plump nipples of yours to go completely numb."
"Ooooh, thank you," she said when he'd loosened the thumb screws and pocketed the clamps.
"Just for that, or for giving you such powerful orgasms?"
"For b-b-both," Amy lied with a warm grin. "In fact, I wish you'd fuck me again right now." Anything to delay them and perhaps give Jody and the others a chance to escape capture.
"Later," he said firmly. "You'll get all the cock you can handle. Maybe more than you want. Unless I get back in time to help catch them two young ones, you'll have to satisfy three horny men all by yourself."
She shuddered.
CHAPTER THREE
The yellow boat jounced through another set of rapids that dropped like liquid stair steps. Jody was bleakly silent, unaware of the magnificent view. She was thinking about her mother, sick with disgust because of what that man had done.
Bart was in much the same frame of mind, wondering if Amy would ever be the same after her ordeal. He found solace in stern concentration upon the river ahead. The most severe rapids were yet to come.
Alita could only think about when they would make camp for the night. She could really console Bart then. Maybe walk down the river and hold his hand in sympathy. Once away from Jody, she was pretty certain that one thing would lead to another.
From the rim of the steep canyon wall a ways downstream, Amy could see the three of them bobbing along far below. She watched the raft bounding through swift current and roiling waves.
"Your husband and his niece handle that boat pretty well," Amos said. "Of course they ain't come to the real rapids yet. Around Deadman's Bend it gets real hairy!"
Amy winced. She had enough to worry about without that. Amos held the reins, walking ahead and leading the mule. With her wrists tightly bound to the saddle horn, there was no way she could escape.
The sun blazed down on her naked curves, but it did little to warm her chilled spirit. Her wrists burned with pain where the thong cinched around them. Each swaying step of the mule brought a fresh spark oT torment.
"We go on straight from here," Amos said, "away from the river. It winds around through hell and back, so we should get to the cabin before they do."
Amy's anguished mind hatched a desperate scheme. The trail narrowed ahead, hugging the edge of a sheer drop of more than a hundred feet to the river below. The other side of the narrow passage was a vertical wall of rock.
She took a deep breath, then shouted as she'd heard cowboys do in Western movies. At the same moment, she spiked her heels into the mule's ribs with all her strength.
Halfass reared up with an angry braying noise and pawed the air with its front hooves. Amy shouted and spurred with her heels again. The mule lunged forward with a rush.
Amos said, "Jesus Christ!" He dropped his compound bow and the quiver of hunting arrows and hauled on the reins. But the mule kept coming, frantic to keep its balance on the narrow ledge.
Halfass bumped into Amos and pushed him off the narrow trail. For one agonizing moment, he seemed to hang suspended in thin air. Then he plunged downward with a loud scream, arms and legs flailing.
He hit the water feet first with a resounding splash. A pillar of white foam geysered up.
Amy said, "Whoa, boy! Whoa, Halfass! Good mule . . . good boy." The reins dangled on the ground and the mule glanced around quizzically, not knowing at first what to do.
Amy fought back her fear of heights to keep watch over the edge. She didn't see Amos surface. Ripples radiated out to the shore and eventually faded away. Still no sign of him, dead or alive.
He was probably wedged between big rocks on the river bottom. If not killed by the fall, he would soon drown. Amy saw a stream of silver bubbles rise from where he went in, but Amos didn't surface and soon the stream of bubbles faded into clear blue calm on the surface of the pool below.
A chilling realization coursed through her veins. She'd probably killed a man, forced him to an agonizing death. But after all he'd done to her, she didn't care.
"You filthy bastard!" she screamed. "You got just what you deserved."
Halfass tossed his head and started ambling ahead on the trail. She couldn't reach the reins to restrain him. Her wrists were too tightly bound to the saddle horn. She strained and cut her flesh but could not wrench free. Halfass kept walking, picking up speed.
"No, no . . . the other way!" she said. Amy wanted to go anywhere except toward the cabin Amos had been leading her to.
The trail curved onto flat ground and slanted away from the winding canyon. Amy cried, but Halfass ignored her and continued on down the path.
"Turn left! Damn you, do something! Stop! Whoa!" The mule kept walking, gaining speed as the trail slanted down hill.
Amy's ripe ass was jarred in the saddle by each step he took. Her bound wrists blazed with pain and her brief moment of triumph faded into dismay.
* * *
Bart Winslow had memorized the river's course as best he could by studying a map prepared for rafters. "The next rapids are called 'The Jumble', " he warned. "A lot of big rocks we'll have to work our way around."
Alita grinned and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Bart. We'll make it."
Jody remained silent, disconsolate, staring straight ahead as though in a trance. Then she chanced to glance up. They'd just rounded a bend, and on the rim of the canyon she saw a solitary figure riding what looked from a distance like a horse. An obviously female figure with auburn hair glinting in the sun.
"That's mom!" she cried joyously. "She must have gotten away from that awful man!"
Bart grabbed a pair of binoculars from one of the waterproof bags that stowed their gear. "It is her!" he confirmed. "But she's stark naked and her wrists are tied to the saddle horn.
We've got to help her! Jody, grab another paddle . . . we have to make it to shore before those rapids!"
There was a short gravel beach just before the churning rapids, and back of that a low grassy knoll. The trail Amy was on curved near the edge. For a brief moment they would be only twenty or thirty feet apart. If they could land the boat, they could reach her before the mule went on its way.
Alita felt slightly guilty, but she didn't paddle with all of her strength. The last thing she wanted was for Amy to join them in the boat for the rest of the trip.
Jody did even less. She didn't even reach for the extra paddle. She waved and shouted, "Mom! Mom, we're coming!"
Bart dug his paddle deep and stroked hard for the beach. The handle Snapped off near the blade. He was left with a useless stick in his hand. "Jody!" he raged. "God damn it, give me that other paddle!"
There was no hope of stopping now. They were still ten feet from shore, the boat turned broadside in the swift current, being carried toward the rapids as though pushed by a giant hand.
Alita stroked hard to straighten the boat as they plunged into the rapids. Huge boulders dotted the course, some awash and causing large waves that ran every which way, others that loomed like forbidding walls ready to crush whatever might be hurled against them by all the river's awesome might.
Bart grabbed an extra paddle from his terrified daughter's hand and strained to control their frail craft. They slipped around the side of one rock only to face another menacing form.
Alita loved the challenge. It made her heart race and filled her pussy with hot rushing blood.
Amy sobbed on the shore, still bound on the mule's back as the boat was swept away. For a moment she'd been given hope, only to have it dashed. Halfass walked on undisturbed, only thinking about hay and grain that awaited him in the barn.
* * *
Emmit Murdock worked the river bottom in a wet suit and heavy lead boots. He wore a living mask fed air from a compressor on shore, an outfit called a hookah for its resemblance to long-tubed water pipes.
He worked the suction hose of a gold dredge into rocky crevices where nuggets were most likely to be found. Suction propelled gravel and sand to the surface where it was run through a floating sluice box to sort out the gold.
Pappy Murdock sat on shore beside the chugging gasoline engine that powered the air compressor. He puffed contentedly on his pipe until he saw his mule Halfass and an unexpected treasure walk into view.
The pipe dropped right out of his mouth. "I'll be God damned, go to hell!" Pappy uncoiled like a snake. He was a lean, gaunt man, six-feet-five-inches tall, thin and strong as a rawhide thong. Snow-white hair and a matching bushy mustache decorated a craggy face as tanned and tough as saddle leather. He strode toward the mule with a lewd grin curving up under his white mustache.
"Halfass, you son of a bitch, what the hell you brung us?"
The mule brayed happily, glad to be home. Pappy eyed the lush-bodied woman whom he could now see had her wrists bound tightly to the saddle horn.
"Amos must've done that," he concluded. "Where'd he go?"
"I-I don't know," Amy lied, choking back tears of grief and fear.
"You gotta have some idea! That boy didn't mount you up on the mule like that and then decide to go for a swim!"
"He slipped off the trail where it was very narrow," she improvised.
"Don't shit me," the old man scorned. "Amos moves around these hills like a mountain lion. He didn't just slip off nothin'! "
"The mule bolted and pushed him," she said in mournful desperation.
"Halfass bolted? Not unless he was spurred something fierce. Ain't a more placid beast ever been born."
"Well, he deserved it after what he did to me!" she shot back without thinking.
"Maybe so, lady. But whatever he did to you ain't gonna seem like nothin' after Emmit and me get through with you. And if Amos don't show up here real soon in fine health, we're gonna scalp your pussy and tack the hide of your hairy cunt up over the cabin door to remember you by."
Amy cringed in horror. This gnarled old man was even more sadistic than his son. And there was a brother somewhere whom she hadn't met.
The old man whipped out a pocket knife and severed the thong bound around her wrists. "Git down off that mule," he said sharply.
She dismounted and stood on legs that trembled with uncertainty. In silence she prayed that the raft had already gone by. They were in sight of the river. If it passed now, the old man was certain to see its tempting cargo.
Jism still seeped from the soft lips of her pussy slit and more was smeared all over the saddle. "It's plain to see that Amos fucked you before getting run off the trail. He make you suck his cock too?"
Amy nodded and said, "Yes."
"He get your ass too?"
"N-n-no. He didn't do that."
"Then there must be a boat coming downriver. Amos wouldn't pass up an ass as lusciously ripe as yours unless he wanted to get back here in a hurry and alert us."
She sobbed in despair, stunned by how easy it was for him to work it all out. Pappy Murdock pulled her wrists together in front of her waist while she was still blubbering.
He coiled the leather reins around them and cinched a tight double knot. "You hold her, Halfass. Don't let her get away. I gotta get Emmit up so we can greet our new guests proper." Pappy strode back toward the river with an obvious spring in his step.
Amy thrashed and tugged at the reins with her bound wrists, but Halfass had his feet firmly planted and refused to move. He was, appropriately, stubborn as a mule.
Then he leaned his head forward, gazing at her cum-dripping cunt with enormous dark eyes alight with a lewd gleam. Halfass lapped out a tongue the size of a sirloin steak and licked into her crotch.
"Hungh!" she groaned, twisting and trying to pull away. Halfass jerked his head and yanked her off balance. She stumbled toward him and he swiped at her crotch with his meaty tongue again. Licking cunt was all the old mule liked better than sugar cube treats.
He rasped her clit bud and brought a scream to her lips, but Amy had little time to consider the horror of having her cunt licked by a mule. She glanced far upstream and saw the yellow raft coming.
CHAPTER FOUR
Emmit Murdock worked the suction hose of the dredge in a deep pool half the size of a football field. Just upstream from that was a curving chute between sheer granite walls where the water tumbled and roiled over ominously sharp rocks. It was the place called Deadman's Bend because the body of more than one unfortunate adventurer had floated face down into the tranquil pool below.
When Bart Winslow saw the narrow, twisting course ahead Uttered with jagged rocks that looked like shark's teeth, he wished he'd taken the advice of more experienced boatmen and put in well below the peril.
"Left!" he shouted to Alita. "Paddle to the left!" The boat grazed a sharp rock and careened off broadside in the turbulent flow. "Now right! Hard right!"
Alita's excitement increased. This was the real challenge. The extreme thrill. She was glad she had persuaded Bart to start far enough up stream so they wouldn't miss it.
Jody clamped her eyes shut and clenched the lifeline that ringed the boat with both hands. She could only think of a fly she'd once flushed down the toilet. The poor thing was still struggling in vain when it disappeared into the whirlpool of oblivion. Their boat was spun around by the current much the same way. They went plunging forward one second, backward the next. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, screamed and clamped her hands on the lifeline until her knuckles turned white as the churning rapids.
The bounding yellow boat was carried backwards and hurled against the point of a jagged rock. It pierced the rubberized fabric, slashing like a knife as the current whirled the boat on downstream.
Air hissed out of the ragged gash and the stern of the boat sank low. Water filled the rear compartment, rising over Bart's ankles like an icy flood. The next roiling wave pitched him over the sagging back end of the boat and into the chilling stream.
Alita cried and tried to swing the sinking boat back his way, but the stream swept him on ahead. She wasn't strong enough to paddle it by herself.
The pointed bow end remained inflated because the boat had two separate air chambers, but, with the back half deflated and hanging low in the water, it was all but impossible to steer. They careened into the sloping side of a huge rock and the boat pitched up on its side.
Alita tumbled out with a startled cry, still clutching her paddle. The boat tipped upside down with Jody underneath, still clutching the lifeline with the hard grip of stark terror. She was swept on alone toward the large pool below the rapids.
They were all wearing helmets to protect their heads from the rocks in case of an upset, and life jackets to keep them afloat.
Bart swam hard and managed to reach Alita, but Jody remained out of sight beneath the boat. It cushioned her like a giant air pillow when the upside down craft hit another huge rock.
Alita and Bart were swept by the boat and carried farther down stream. They saw a tall, gaunt-looking man with snow-white hair running toward the water's edge, and they saw Amy who stood naked with her wrists bound, her pussy being anxiously tongued by the mule.
Bart tried to swim toward the shore, but the current along the far edge of the pool was too swift. It carried them on through the pool and into another wild rapid, out of sight of Amy and her new tormentor.
Jody was screaming frantically under the overturned boat. Numbed by the icy river water, her hands were fast losing their grip on the lifeline.
Amy shrilled a scream when she saw the boat tip over. In the grip of fear, she momentarily forgot the hideously obscene and strangely stimulating strokes of the mule's rasping tongue. "Jody!" she sobbed. "Oh, my dear sweet girl!"
She watched Bart grab the collar of Alita's life jacket and saw them swept on downstream along the far side of the pool, but Jody was nowhere in sight, and Amy felt certain her daughter had drowned. She wailed and moaned, frantic with grief. The mule went on licking her cunt, completely unconcerned.
His rasping tongue stroked her clit and made Amy jerk away with a sob of disgust. She lost her balance and fell backward, jerking toward the reins.
She sprawled on her back, writhing and moaning, trying to shield her tongue-ravaged cunt with her hands. Halfass brayed a snorting sound of discontent and stubbornly nosed her bound wrists to the side.
Clit-stroking had started her musky honey to flow, and he liked that taste. The Murdocks had often encouraged him to lick pussy when one of their captives had been fucked overly full.
Amy found the mule's rasping tongue more repulsive than anything Amos had made her do. But the slathering big hunk of hot meat kept flailing her clit and making her tingle with obscene shocks.
Halfass worked his slobbering wet tongue deeper into her juicy cunt, hungry for more of the intriguing taste. She groaned and sobbed, thinking her daughter had been lost and wishing that she were dead along with her.
Jody's grip weakened and her chilled hands lost their hold on the lifeline. Swirling rapids pulled her away from the boat and hurled her headfirst into the flat side of a rock. The helmet protected her head from what might have been a fatal injury, but the jarring impact knocked her unconscious. Jody was carried into the waiting pool.
Pappy Murdock tugged on the safety line to alert Emm it who was working below. He slipped free of his heavy lead boots and a weight belt, and bobbed to the surface beside the girl.
Amy watched him raise her daughter's head. When Jody gasped and began to revive her mother wailed a thankful cry, then shivered and screamed as the mule's tongue wiggled into her pliant cunt slit, thrusting and probing until she felt the tremors of a climax begin.
Halfass loved it when a woman went crazy. It made her tasty cunt wet with an intriguing tang. He licked and slurped up fuck honey, driving her frantic with lewd pleasure in the process.
Jody saw what was happening to her mother and started to cry when Emmit helped her out on the shore. "Make that awful beast stop!" she pleaded. "That's my mother and he must be hurting her terribly!"
Amy's shrill orgasmic cries did sound like wails of pain, and her lush body was twitching and jerking as though being stung by an awful electric shock.
"He ain't hurting her," Emmit said. "He's making her cum."
Jody had never heard the word used that way. "Come?" she repeated. "Come where?"
"To a climax. Orgasm. Extreme sexual .pleasure . . . just like me, my brother and Pappy here are gonna give you."
"No!" Jody cried, trying to pull away from the huge hand that gripped her trembling arm.
"I don't know about Amos being able to join so us," Pappy said darkly. "That girl's mother spurred the mule and knocked him off the trail into the river."
"Aw, shit . . . that ain't nothing. Amos is too mean to die. He'll be along soon, you'll see."
"Not before we've had our fill of this sweet little thing, I hope." Pappy grinned lewdly and twirled his white mustache while eyeing the girl.
She had lush, flowing curves like her mother, though they were not yet fully ripe. Jody was girlishly soft and extremely tempting with her fawn-eyed look of complete innocence.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked in a gravely voice.
"J-J-Jody," she said.
Emmit loosened the chin strap and took off her helmet. Then he pulled down the zipper closing the front of her padded life jacket.
"Leave her alone!" Amy cried. Her lewd climax sparked by the mule was over. The woman struggled to her feet and stood on trembling legs still weak from wild stimulation.
Jody's clothes were sopping wet and clinging to her ripening curves. Emmit's dark, yearning eyes inched over her. "Are you still cherry?" he asked.
"Am I still what?"
"Have you ever been fucked?" Pappy asked with a lewd grin of evil anticipation.
"Ooooh, no!"
"Let her go!" Amy screamed, trying to get to her daughter's side. "She's just an innocent girl!"
"That's the kind we like best, lady." Emmit began to unbutton Jody's blouse.
She twisted and tried to run away, but Pappy grabbed her from behind and coiled his long arms around her waist. His hands slid down to finger the tender hump of her young pussy mound through the wet fabric of her skirt.
Amy lunged to help her daughter, but Halfass tossed his head stubbornly and yanked her back. She fell with a sorrowful cry. One moment she'd been so thrilled to see her young daughter alive, now she was starting to think it might have been better if Jody had drowned. She would have suffered less than in the clutches of these two lewd men.
Emmit's thick fingers were cold from working the dredge and too clumsy to open the buttons as fast as he wanted. He gave an impatient grunt and ripped open the front of her blouse.
Jody's terrified cry rang loud and long, echoing off the sheer wall of rock that rose along the river's far side. She trembled violently as Emmit's cold hands unclasped her bra.
He grinned and licked his lips. "I ain't seen such a nice set of tits on anyone so young!"
"They're nearly as big as her mother's, and a lot more tender, I'll bet," the old man said. "You been letting some boy you like real well feel your pretty young tits."
"Never!"
"Aaaaah, then you don't even know what pleasure you've missed!" Pappy grabbed one lush tit in both hands, and Emmit held the other. They kneaded Jody's soft mounds and made her wail in frantic disgust.
"Don't touch my daughter!" Amy begged them desperately. "You can do anything you want to me, but-"
"Oh, we're gonna do that too!" Pappy said. "Never you fear, we got cock enough to thrill you both. And if Amos makes it back, there'll be more than you want."
Amy struggled to her feet again and made another wild lunge in a crazed effort to help Jody. Halfass brayed when she pulled the reins and wrenched the bit in his mouth. Then he set his teeth and yanked her back again.
She twisted and fell down this time. The mule appeared to grin as his straining jaw relaxed. He bowed his head down, swept out his tongue and began to work up and down in the soft cleft between her ass cheeks.
Pappy said, "Good boy, Halfass. Tongue-whip her ass until it's real hot. The only thing near as good as fucking young virgin cunt is filling a sweet, tight ass like yours!"
Amy sobbed, and Jody screamed while the two men went on kneading her tits, whirling her tender pink nipples hard beneath their thumbs.
"Who's gonna pop her cherry?" Emmit asked the old man, bracing himself for a fight if he got the expected answer . . . that Pappy would, as head of the clan.
But Pappy said evenly, "First things, first, boy. We both ought to eat her first. Her pussy ain't ever gonna taste so sweet and pure again. Not after it's been heated and fucked long and hard by three big cocks!"
"That's right, Pa. Nothing tastes better than fresh cherry cunt!"
Amy cried, "Leave my little girl alone!" Then she sobbed and squirmed, writhing on the ground, tortured by the lewd shocks to tingling pleasure the mule's swiping tongue sent shivering into her asshole.
Emmit and Pappy Murdock led Jody to a pine beside the river bank. The young teen was too shocked and frightened to resist. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Pappy was tall and strong. His son looked more like a bear. Huge arm and leg muscles strained the sleek black wet-suit that he wore. Pappy pulled in the rope Emmit had been using as a safety line and threw it over a branch ten feet off the ground. Then he formed a noose and slipped that over Jody's wrists.
He yanked it tight and the girl shrilled a scream, suddenly frantic. But now it was too late to resist. Emmit leered at her with a lewd grin curling his lips and yanked on the loose end of the rope.
Jody's arms were wrenched overhead, then pulled until her toes barely reached the ground. Knifing pain ran down her arms, through her shoulders and to her dangling toes. She kicked her feet and began to sway, slowly spinning around.
Pappy grabbed and ripped off her skirt. Emmit tugged and pulled her panties down to her knees. They both stood grinning lewdly, wetting their lips with anxious swipes of then-hungry tongues.
Jody sobbed in near hysteria. The shy, modest young teen had never been seen naked by a male before. And these two feasted then-eyes on her curves, leering and smacking their lips as they each grabbed one of her legs.
They bent Jody's legs back at the knees and took one leg around each side of the tree trunk. With her toes no longer supporting part of her weight, her bound wrists and wrenched shoulders ached even more.
Amy couldn't help her struggling daughter. Each time she tried to get up, the mule nosed her flat on the ground again, lapping at her luscious ass with his lewd wet tongue. She ss kicked and howled in terrified frustration.
They bound Jody's beautifully tapered legs around the tree trunk, crossing her shapely ankles and looping them with coils of rope pulled tight and double knotted. The tortured strain splayed her crotch, a softly humped dome furred lightly with silken curls the same radiant chestnut color as the hair on her head.
"I'll be real generous and let you have the first taste," Pappy Murdock said to his burly son.
"Ah, shit! You just want me to lick her wet and hot for you!"
"Well, do it, boy! Make her cum. Show her what it's gonna be like when she feels her first big cock!"
Jody whimpered in pitiful desperation. Emmit laughed and dropped to his knees, clamping his cold hands on the tender ass. He burrowed his face into the soft warm valley of her delicate young cunt. Jody babbled hysterically, shocked by his wagging tongue.
Emmit licked and slurped delightedly, making lewd slurping noises much like those of the mule so voraciously attacking Amy's ass with hideously stimulating tongue swipes.
He parted slender pussy lips soft and pink as rose petals, stroking upward to find her clit. "Damn, it's a sleek, tiny little hole she's got!" he said.
"Of course it is. She ain't never had it opened by a stiff hot cock a foot long!" Pappy Murdock watched his son suck the girl's cherry cunt and began breathing hard in anticipation of the pleasures to come.
Emmit found Jody's clit, a tiny nub of flesh hardly larger than a shirt button. He teased around it with slow spiral strokes and made the girl squeal sounds somewhere between anguish and rapture.
Jody was too sweetly innocent to have ever stimulated herself with swirling fingers as most young girls did. The tingling shocks that blazed from that tender button of sensitive nerve ends amazed her. She felt surging heat and sharp contractions in her pussy. Sweet-scented virgin cunt honey was stirred in her depths, warmed until it began seeping.
Dangling by her wrists, she swayed helpless, lashed by Emmit's rasping tongue. She shuddered each time he licked and wiggled his tongue around her clit.
Then he extended his tongue to probe between the soft lips of a pussy just starting to leak. Jody shuddered, not even knowing why a man would want to do such a thing.
"I can feel her cherry," Emmit said to his father. "It's tender. Bet I could pop it with my tongue-"
"You do, and I'll break both your arms!" the old man raged. "She's to be split good and proper with a big hot prick! Mine!"
"You gotta fight me for that privilege, old man. And maybe Amos too if he gets back here in time."
"I'll whip you both if I got to. I ain't too old to do that, you know."
Jody shuddered, knowing it was her precious hymen the two men were so willing to fight for. It hardly mattered to her who won. She would lose her virginity either way.
Tears streamed down her creamy smooth cheeks. She hadn't expected that to happen for several years-not until she was married, on her wedding night with a kindly man that she loved deeply enough to reward with her most precious treasure.
She could feel his thrusting tongue warp her tender seal. Pains worse than those blazing from her bound wrists wrenched in her slender cunt sleeve. Spasms began deep and rippled toward the surface, bringing with them the tang of sweet honey.
Emmit licked and slurped wolfishly, tantalizing her cherry with each thrusting lunge of his tongue. Jody shivered and screamed, not understanding the racking spasms that grew stronger in her loins.
Amy was gasping the same kind of cry. Halfass had his nose wedged in the crack of her ass, his tongue flailing. It was a slab of hot meat big enough to rasp her pussy and asshole both with one swipe.
His tongue burrowed beneath her and found her clit, then slithered over the tightly clenched rim of her shithole. Amy squirmed and moaned, feeling the start of another intense bestial climax as humiliating to her as it was thrilling.
Jody's eyes flared wide when her contractions increased, coming faster and harder like rolling waves. The approach of her first orgasm made her pussy grip and squeeze Emmit's tongue.
"Ungh," he said joyously. "She's gonna be a hot one when she feels cock. Her pussy is tight enough to milk my tongue!"
He lashed her clit to fire more wringing spasms. And he speared into her juicy young slit to enjoy them. Jody didn't know what was happening. It was like when her head hit the rock. She was no longer aware of pain, and not troubled by fear for the fate of her father and cousin Alita.
Jody's dazzled mind was consumed by the swirling heat of pleasure. Waves rose from her tongue-ravaged cunt and fanned out. She shrilled a weak little scream and then sobbed in rapture.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bart Winslow and his raven-haired young niece were swept a mile downstream through tumultuous rapids before the river widened into another pool. There swift current slacked enough for them to swim hard and reach shore. He staggered out on a sandy beach, leading Alita by the hand, both of them exhausted and rasping for breath. "What are we going to do now?" Alita asked. "We ought to get out of our wet clothes,"
Bart said. "We're likely to catch cold if we don't." He began unbuttoning his shirt.
Alita's lips curved slowly into a smile. Safe on shore, her anxious young mind was working again. She peeled off her life jacket, and then a clinging wet top. Her proud, sharp-peaked tits quivered invitingly in a wet bra.
"Strip off all of our wet clothes?" she asked.
Bart Winslow wasn't the kind likely to blush, but he did then. "Er, no!" he said quickly. "Keep your panties and bra both on. That's not much different than a bathing suit."
She giggled anxiously. "Aunt Amy would probably think it was different if she saw us both together in our underwear."
Bart was trying not to look at her gorgeous curves. He knew the temptation might be too much for him. Then he saw their overturned, half-deflated boat come drifting downstream. That offered the perfect excuse. He leaped up and ran to the water's edge.
"All our gear is in waterproof bags and tied inside the boat," he said. "I've got to save it."
"I'll help you." Alita ran with him. She splashed into the water beside Bart and both of them waded out to catch the boat drifting by.
Wet, her frail white panties were almost transparent. He couldn't help seeing the small rise of her taut little pussy mound and the shadow of lush dark curls spread thick and wide.
Only the chilling cold of the river kept his cock from swelling hard and straining the front of his undershorts.
They dragged the boat to shore and turned it right side up.
"Damn," said. "One of the bags in back was torn open. The one that held all our extra clothes. Everything is soaking wet."
"We'll spread it all out to dry," Alita said. "I think it's kind of exciting . . . being shipwrecked."
"Always the adventurer," he said. They worked together spreading out wet clothes to dry in the sun.
"Don't you think it's exciting, being alone with me?"
"Maybe too exciting," he said. "There are some things a man shouldn't even think about. You're my niece-"
"Only by marriage. My mother and Amy were sisters. You and I aren't really related at all if it's incest you're so worried about."
Bart felt his face blushing again. The back of Alita's wet bikini panties pulled into the slender crack of her ass every time she bent over to spread something out to dry.
"Being related by marriage makes it worse," he said in a voice strained by temptation. "After all Amy's been through, she die if she knew that we-"
"But she doesn't have to know," Alita said boldly, turning to face him with an inviting smile curving her lips. Her long arms reached out, coiled around his neck and drew him toward her.
"Stop that," he protested weakly. Her supple young body pressed and squirmed against his while she sighed in rapture. Alita's wet bra and panties were chilling cold, but he felt the sultry heat radiating from within. It made his cock twitch violently in his damp shorts.
Bart tried to push her away, but Alita held on and ground her lusciously sleek pussy mound against his swelling cock.
"I've been dreaming about your big cock ever since that day I saw you getting out of the shower. I want it to be my first. I want you to break my cherry."
"No! Damn it, leave me alone." He tried to untangle himself from her arms, but with a good deal less than all his strength. "I just can't be unfaithful to Amy. Not now. Not with you."
"Don't tell me you've never been unfaithful to her before. A rugged man like you married to a woman who regards sex as only an obligation-"
"All right," he confessed. "A few times, but those were grown women. Not young girls, and certainly not part of the family."
"You could make me a grown woman," Alita said teasingly. She kept one arm coiled around his neck while the other hand slid down to dip inside his damp shorts.
"Ungh! Don't do that!" Her hand gripped his cock and began to straighten it.
"It's going to be huge when I get it fully hard," she said delightedly. "As long and thick as the one that man used on Amy."
"Let's not mention her," Bart said. His anxious cock was throbbing in her hand, swelling hard with a raging pulse. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist.
"Didn't watching her climax so hard with him make you horny?" Alita asked.
"Yeah," he had to admit. "In a strange sort of way it did."
"Then why don't you do the same thing to me? I've never had a real climax before. My first should be even wilder than hers."
"All right, you little bitch! You've done everything but beg for it." Bart pushed her back toward the still-inflated front end of the boat:
Alita gasped sharply, knowing that all her lewd dreams of lust were about to come true. He pressed her back on the fat yellow side of the boat and bent down to pull her wet panties off.
She bent her legs, one on each side of the long inflated tube. Her left foot was inside the boat, her right foot outside in the warm sand. Balancing precariously on the rounded yellow tube, Alita reached back to unclasp her bra.
Bart stood over her, gazing fondly at the thickest, richest, widest wedge of cunt hair he had seen in a long time. The wet black curls sheened in the sun. He drew a deep breath and thought what a lewd bastard he was, but he couldn't help himself.
Her tits were sharp-peaked, mouth-sized cones of firm young flesh that heaved invitingly with each anxious breath Alita took. Her radiant black hair gleamed brightly in the blazing sun.
He felt the sweat of excitement. Bart stripped off his shorts and began stroking his cock in the curl of his right hand.
"You know what excited me even more than watching my wife get fucked?" he mused distractedly, thinking back.
"N-n-no."
"See her bound and helpless. I damn near came in my pants. I've wanted to tie her spread-eagled on the bed and ball her brains out for years!"
Alita managed a week little laugh. "You-you don't have to tie me. I want you to fuck me, and I'll fuck back like Amy never has!"
"No, I do have to tie you," Bart decided. "I want to know what it's like. I'm sure Amy will never be satisfied with a tender and considerate style of fucking again, so I might as well get some practice with you."
"Uncle Bart, no!"
He grabbed a loose end of rope from inside the boat, one that had been used to tie in the waterproof bags containing their gear. He yanked Alita's long arms high over her head and coiled the wet rope tightly around her crossed wrists.
She groaned, thrashing desperately. "I can't stand to be restrained!" she screamed. "I don't like to be closed in, in any way."
"Tough shit! You came on this trip to experience new thrills, and that's exactly what I'm going to give you!" He bound her wrists tightly and lashed them to an oarlock on the side of the boat while Alita kicked and screamed.
Bart's cock swelled enormously, larger than his prick ever had for his timidly obliging wife. He felt like a real man for the first time in years.
He found two more lengths of rope and caught Alita's shapely leg that kicked outside the boat. Wet coils cinched tightly around her shapely ankle, then he passed the loose end through a ring low on the outside of the inflated hull and knotted it off with a lewd chuckle of satisfaction.
Bart was starting to understand the feeling of raging strength that the man in camouflaged clothing must have experienced when he bound
Amy helpless and plunged his thick cock into her splayed cunt.
Alita was an even more tempting treasure. A virgin as yet untouched in the depths of her cunt-a lewd little bitch with a head full of dreams. He laughed, caught her other flailing leg and bound that to a ring inside the boat.
His niece began to weep glittering tears. They ran down cheeks as smooth and flawless as fine china. Her shocked fear added to his pleasure. Just fucking a willing cunt like hers would have been too easy. This would teach her a lesson. Alita wouldn't be so quick to flaunt her tempting young body after this.
Bart kissed her trembling left tit and sucked while his tongue danced over a small, dark nipple.
Alita gasped a sharp cry of delight. She had let a couple of boys she liked feel her tits, but only through her blouse and bra. One of them shot off in his pants while whirling her nipple, and she knew then that he would be no good for sex until he had more experience. The other was all grasping hands and no technique. He pained more than pleased her with his crushing grip. Both lost a chance to pop her cherry, but Uncle Bart could not be denied.
Alita's mind was stunned by the pain and her dread of bondage, but was whirled into dizzying rapture by Bart's deft tongue. He licked and sucked her tits alternately, swaying his head from one to the other.
Then Bart clasped a hand over each tit and twirled her wet nipples with his thumbs. Jolts of pleasure stirred the restless yearning in Alita's black-furred pussy. She wailed and moaned, writhing and warming to his deft touch.
Bart eased down, licking and nibbling at her ribs and the sleek plate of muscle covering her belly. He tongued her indented navel, and her wailing cries of delight increased.
Alita hadn't expected to get her cunt eaten. No girl she knew had ever had that pleasure. Young boys were too impatient. They just wanted to get their cocks in a tight cunt and unload their weighty balls.
But her uncle was no impetuous youth. He was a man who yearned for pleasure, both as a giver and a taker. Alita babbled joyously as he nibbled her rich dark spread of pussy hair, pulling softly at damp black curls with his taut lips.
Her pussy seethed and squirmed in delighted anticipation. The scent of her heated oils cunt like an invisible cloud. Bart breathed deep and savored the tang of sweet pussy. Alita's cunt was bounding up and down, her bound body rocking the boat.
He licked into her narrow pussy and whirled the tip of his tongue over the head of her clit, ft a slender stalk of flesh with an indented tip. Her clit swelled and pulsed between his lips.
Alita's frenzied cries of wild passion matched the river's roar. His stroking tongue drove her crazy. She forgot the chafing pull of tightly bound wet ropes and her chilling fear of restraint. She bucked her wide open crotch at his wagging tongue and cried, "You're going to make me cum!"
That was exactly what he had planned. Then, while her pussy was in the grip of enraptured spasms, he would push his cock in and pop her cherry. Alita would hardly feel the pain.
She planted her feet flat and arched her back, wailing shrill cries of delight while pumping her willowy hips at his spearing tongue.
His tongue wiggled into her narrow gash and pressed the web of her cherry. Alita moaned, slightly fearful of having her cherry ruptured. But intense contractions wrenched her slender cunt tunnel into a fury of raging desire.
Bart's cock surged with rampant power. Amy's mere grudging acceptance of sex as a duty had never inspired such strength. Alita's gorgeous young body in bondage had given him the best hard-on he'd had in years.
He reared back and guided the knobbed tip to the mouth of her narrow gash. Bart stroked the bloated head of his hot prick into the black-furred gate of flesh.
Alita moaned in tense anticipation. Her whole body strained. The strokes of his throbbing hot cock head across her clit sent stinging shocks of pleasure to her brain much sharper than those from his clever tongue.
"Cumming!" she cried. "Oooooh, I'm cumming so hard!" Alita hissed and tensed, arching her body.
Bart grinned and slanted his cock down slightly, taking aim on the tempting target of her juicy virgin pussy hole.
He fucked into her, slow and steady, caught at once by a whirlpool of fleshy motion. Alita's cunt was a boiling caldron of fiercely hot pleasure.
Wringing bands of muscle squeezed around the flesh padded knob of his cock and then gripped the unyielding hard prick shaft. He pushed against her cherry and felt it strain. Alita sobbed and shut her eyes-the moment of her long-awaited fuck had arrived.
He eased back, caught a breath and watched her tremble, he eyes tightly closed in anticipation. Then he pushed down again, harder and faster this time. Her taut cherry warped under strain. Alita groaned deep in her throat and gasped breathy sounds of dismay as pain flashed along every nerve in her body.
Then her stubborn cherry tore and split wide open to permit passage. His cock fucked into her like a hot knife through margarine. She gulped and screamed when his wiry haired loins pressed on hers, his thick hard shaft in her wringing depths to the root.
Bart let her savor the shocking thrill of fulfillment for a moment, then he drew back and swiftly stabbed into her again. Alita howled. The pain of his bulbous cockhead passing through her torn cherry was sharper than the first time. The ragged edges were alive with jangling nerves.
Blood seeped from the wound to mingle with her gushing fuck honey. It made a pink-striped smear on his long cockshaft. Alita blinked her eyes open and saw that as her uncle arched above her again, withdrawing almost the entire length of his raging cock, only to thrust in deep again.
She winced and strained in pain. The pain came hot and fast, like a shower of blinding sparks. The remains of her fleshy cherry were being ripped and torn to pieces, demolished more by each thrust.
And Bart was fucking her fast and deep now. His breaths huffed like steam from an old-time railroad engine. His cock pistoned in and out, heating her pussy to a seething fury.
Pained contractions of lewd pleasure rippled up and down his prick. Her gripping undulations were sheer delight. Alita's pussy clamped as though to keep him out, then pulsed harder to hold him in.
"Quite a woman," he said. "Your cunt is the most lively one I've ever fucked. The contractions are so sleek and strong!"
Bart grinned and kept up the hammering rhythm of pleasure slapping his hard-muscled frame down hard on hers. The inflated boat shook beneath them.
He drilled and twisted his cock into her, slanting first one way, then another to excite every nerve within her.
Alita's eyes flared wide with a dazed look of delight. Bart's cock felt like a fleshy pile driver. His prick filled and strained her seething cunt one second and then drew back.
Each spearing thrust brought his weight down on her so hard that Alita's breath gushed out in grunts. She cried, "Oh, my God! Ungh! Aaagh!"
"Is it all you've been dreaming about?" he asked.
"More," she moaned, tossing her head and spraying tears left and right. "So much more!"
Bart felt jarring shocks in his balls each time he fucked deep. His heavy swaying sac slammed against her ass cheeks like a pair of wrecking balls. The steaming hot pressure surged and strained a clamped ring of muscle in the root of his cock.
He held the flow as long as he could, enjoying the tension of strain, anticipating the wild rush of bursting release. That came with a thundering roar. He fucked deep into her and let go.
A hot eruption of jism shot into her. One raging spurt followed another so fast that it was almost a steady stream. Spunk slicked and heated her delicate cunt lining. Bart kept pumping his hips, fucking hard as his cock whipped his cum.
Spunk rose around his plunging prick and sheened on her pussy lips. More bubbled up from the depths. Silvery white fuck cream ran down between her bound legs.
Alita's first climax had hardly ended before the next dizzying ascent began with even stronger spasms. Her mind seemed to soar high above her lithe body, forgetting bondage and all earthly concerns.
The frantic undulations of her delighted cunt went on a full minute, one grasping spasm after another. Her frenzied cunt milked Bart's cock dry and kept pulsing. Several long minutes passed before the rippling motions subsided into blissful calm.
Bart would have happily fucked her again and taught her to suck his cock, but other things weighed on his troubled mind. He reluctantly eased his cock out of his enraptured young niece and began to loosen the ropes holding her in restraint.
"What now?" she asked anxiously.
"I've got to help Amy and Jody," he said.
Bart opened one of the numbered waterproof bags and took out a survival rifle-an eight-shot, clip-fed .22 repeater that could be dismantled and all the working parts stored inside a hollow plastic stock.
He sat on the edge of the boat and began to assemble the weapon. Alita's heart leaped. "Are you going to shoot those men?" She found the anticipation of deadly combat almost as exciting as sex.
Bart said, "I hope I won't have to." But he wasn't sure about that. Not sure at all.
CHAPTER SIX
After Emmit and Pappy Murdock had both tongued Jody to a climax, they untied her legs and slacked the rope thrown over the limb above her head.
She stood on legs still weak and trembling from the shock of one cunt-writhing orgasm after another. They sat her down naked under the tree, and Emmit freed Amy's bound wrists from the reins of the mule.
Mother and daughter sat side by side, their backs against the towering pine where Jody had been hoisted aloft. Her pussy still writhed in revulsion.
"We best tie them to make sure they stay sat," Pappy said. "Don't want them trying to run off while you and me fight to see who fucks the young virgin first."
"You might as well give her to me right now," Emmit said.
"Fat chance, boy! Sucking out her sweet tight cunt and feeling that fragile little cherry with my old tongue has given me strength!"
They began looping the rope around mother and daughter, cinching it tight for three turns across their laps, then knotting it off behind the tree where they sat bound. Amy squeezed her daughter's hand.
Emmit peeled off his skin-tight wet suit and stood naked before them. Amy shut her eyes and refused to look at his dangling prod of half-erect cock. His prick was longer and thicker than what Amos had rammed into her.
She gritted her teeth and hoped Amos was dead, wishing somehow she could also kill the other two. Emmit was only amused by the violence of her frustrated rage. He stood grinning and stroked his cock fully hard before her eyes.
"Having to battle the old man for the privilege of ripping Jody's cunt first is just a formality," he said. "Him and Amos usually gang up and put me out first . . . then they go at it to see which one gets the prize. Ain't gonna be that way this time. I'm real grateful to you for getting him outta the way for awhile."
"It ain't gonna do you no good. I'll still whip your ass," Pappy said. He was stripping off his soiled work clothes to bare a hideously long, thin cock that swayed between his sinewy legs like a pale whip braided with bulging blue veins.
Amy couldn't understand the morals of a father and son who would fight each other. Her normally gentle nature detested violence in any form, but she said coldly, "I hope you kill each other!"
Jody could only sob and shake her head, distraught with fear, knowing that she was the prize in a cruel contest of strength between father and son.
Pappy laughed and said, "Let's get this over with, boy! My prick is already twitching to pop her cherry."
"Ain't gonna be nothing but ragged little tatters left when I get tired and give her over to you. A good hard fight makes me real horny, old man. I'm gonna pound your head into the sand, then pound her sweet young cunt right beside it!"
The two of them squared off and circled warily, both with rock-hard, work-toughened hands balled into gnarled fists. Jody couldn't bring herself to watch.
Emmit struck first with a jabbing left hand that sent Pappy staggering back. But the leathery old man recovered quickly and countered with a looping right that blurred and cracked hard against the side of Emmit's head.
Emmit pitched to the side and went down on his knees with a groan.
"You be glad we got the mother too," Pappy said, wiping his mouth with the back of a hard fist. "I'd say that Amy is a real nice prize for second place!"
"I'm glad you like her, Pappy . . . because second place is going to you!" Emmit sprang out of a crouch and drove his shoulder into the older man's belly.
Pappy was driven back and knocked to the ground by his son's bull-like charge, but he brought his legs up and planted his feet in Emmit's gut to kick the wind out of him while catapulting his son over his prostrate form.
Emmit's feet flipped over his head. A howl of rage came with his gushing breath, then he crashed down hard on his back. Pappy leaped up with a snarl and kicked his son on the side of the head. Emmit groaned as pain exploded inside his skull, then fell silent and made no effort to get up.
"I guess that settles who gets to rip Jody's cherry," the white-haired old lecher said smugly.
"Not quite, old man!"
Amy's head jerked toward the sound of a voice she knew. Amos was pulling himself out of the river, battered and bruised, his camouflaged clothing sopping wet.
His plunge into the river had knocked him unconscious and he had been swept downstream thirty yards before recovering enough to thrash his way back to the surface. Amy had only been watching the place where he fell in. She hadn't seen him surface and go bobbing down the river's winding course.
Pappy grinned. "Guess I should be glad to see you, boy. But I ain't! Had myself all primed for tender virgin pussy."
"You'll have to get by me to have her," Amos said flatly.
Pappy sneered. "That won't be hard with the shape you're in. What shit the river didn't beat out of you, I surely will!"
Amos moved closer and glared at Amy. "You best hope I win and get to spend hours delighting your daughter . . . because when I get around to you, it's gonna be pure hell. I'll whip your ass raw for what you did to me!"
"You best start whipping her ass now, boy. You sure ain't gonna whip mine!" The crafty old man feinted with his left aimed high for
Amos' jaw, then slammed a brutally hard right into his son's stomach.
Amy shuddered when she thought of the pain. Men who could endure so much would surely deliver even more.
* * *
Bart found the patching kit and told Alita to repair the rip in the back of her boat. "Have it pumped up and ready to go just in case it isn't me who comes back," he said.
His niece trembled. That possibility hadn't occurred to her.
"I'd rather go with you," Anita said enticingly.
"No, this is going to be tough enough without distraction. If I'm not back in three hours, you take off and get help the first place you can."
Alita's pretty face pulled tight with concern. She nodded and said, "You take care."
"I will, don't worry. I've got a lot to come back to."
* * *
Pappy and Amos were still doggedly slugging it out when Bart Winslow cautiously approached their cabin from the rear. Beyond on the beach he could see the two of them so trading punches, a third man sprawled unconscious a short distance away.
And, sitting bound to the trunk of a pine tree, he could see his wife and daughter, both naked and stricken with fear. It wasn't hard for him to figure out what the men were fighting for. Bart heaved a sigh of relief. He was certain he'd arrived in time to save his daughter's innocence.
Bart stood in the shadows of a dense pine grove twenty yards from where the two men battled furiously. He was tempted to shoot them both, but couldn't quite bring himself to actually pull the trigger. He stepped out of the woods with the rifle raised.
Amy saw him and breathed a thankful gasp. "Oooooh, Bart!"
Jody's eyes opened and she cried, "Daddy!"
Pappy and Amos both looked at her, then at each other, and finally toward the man approaching from behind them with a strange, but deadly-looking rifle aimed at their heads. Amos said, "Ooooh, shit!"
Bart nudged the fallen battler with his foot and saw no response. He stepped over Emmit and warily approached the other two.
"Somebody make a move," he urged them coldly. "That's all it would take to make me fire this gun!"
Amos and Pappy both stood as though frozen, their hands raised in surrender. Sheepish looks spread across their drawn faces.
Bart motioned Amos with the gun barrel. "You've got a knife on your belt. Cut my wife and daughter loose. Be quick about it, and don't try anything funny or you'll be wearing bullets where your brains used to be.'
The huge man in wet camouflage clothing stalked sullenly to the tree and cut the rope that bound the two women.
"The girl ain't been touched," the old man said nervously.
"Be glad of that. If your prick was bloody, I'd shoot it off!"
Amy and Jody stood up and backed away from Amos, both with hearts beating wildly, almost overwhelmed by relief. They circled well out of reach and moved toward Bart.
The heavy dark veil of crushing pain rose slowly. Emmit blinked his eyes while still lying flat on the ground where he'd fallen. He saw that the two women were loose, which puzzled him, then he saw the man with the gun. Emmit remained perfectly still, but his thoughts raced, trying to figure what he should do. The stranger in still-damp clothes had Amos covered and could shoot the old man just by swinging the rifle barrel to the right a few inches.
He waited until the women came close to the man holding the gun.
Amy hugged him around the neck and cried, a
"Oh, Bart . . . it was awful!"
Jody crowded him too, tearfully demanding sympathy. "They did touch me!" she sobbed. "They didn't terrible things with their tongues!"
Emmit sprang up while Bart was entwined and distracted by the two simpering bitches. He picked up a round river rock twice the size of his balled fist and brought it crashing down on the back of Bart's head.
Amy and Jody screamed as he pitched forward with a groan. The rifle went off with a brittle cracking sound and the small .22 bullet plowed a furrow in the ground. Then Bart's stunned hands opened. The rifle dropped and he fell on top of it.
Pappy grabbed Amy and Jody before either of them thought to move. He held one arm of each in his gnarled hands, clamping hard like the jaws of a vise. "Good work, boy!" he said to Emmit.
"For a minute, I thought we'd been had," Amos put in.
"Yeah, and for saving you two dumb bastards, I should be the first with Jody." He started toward her, leering hotly and licking his lips.
"No, by God! I knocked you out fair and square. In another minute I'd have flattened Amos too!"
"You hadn't hurt me," Amos protested sharply. "We fought to a draw. That means we gotta start over."
"All three of us," Emmit insisted.
Pappy Murdock grinned and said, "No, I got a better idea. Why beat outselves bloody fighting over a young virgin? Let's wake up her daddy and make him break her in!"
Amos clearly didn't like the idea at first, but the sadistic delight of it quickly caught on. "Yeah, why not? He was so damn anxious to save her. It'll serve him right for pointing that gun at me. If he won't fuck his own daughter, I'll ram the barrel up his ass and blow the shit out of his ears!"
Emmit said, "I like that idea. Then we'll chain the bastard to a tree while we take turns finishing what we made him start!"
Amy cried, "Nnnooo!" It was the most cruel scheme she could imagine. Her sick look of dismay only made the idea more appealing to the Murdocks. Especially Amos who wanted her to suffer in every possible way for pushing him off the cliff.
Emmit ran down to the river and came back with a bucket of icy cold water that he threw on Bart who lay still sprawled with a skull-busting throb in his head. The shocking chill snapped him awake and made him acutely aware of pain that still had his ears ringing.
Amy was wringing her hands and screaming, M
"Don't do it, Bart!"
"Huh?" he groaned, slowing, sitting up. "Don't do what?" He could see the one they called Emmit was now holding the gun, his lips tightly curled into an evil grin.
Amos was busy pounding four long wooden stakes into a patch of grass in front of the rustic cabin. Pappy shoved Jody and her mother both toward the scene being prepared for them.
The white-haired man pushed the girl down on her back and shoved Amy into Amos' waiting arms.
"We're gonna see that you have a ringside seat!" Amos said with a wicked cackle of laughter.
He pushed Amy down into a sitting position and spread her legs. Then he bound her ankles to the same pair of stakes where Jody's wrists were being tied. Both of them sobbed hysterically and struggled weakly to resist.
Amos pulled Amy's arms forward, spreading them two. He bound her left wrist and left ankle together, then did the same on the right. That forced her to sit hunched forward, her back bent and her luscious tits heaving.
Pappy was binding Jody spread-eagled on the ground. Her soft young body wrenched tight between the four stakes.
"From where you're sitting, you'll have a good clear look at the first prick to enter your as daughter's sweet cunt," Amos said to Amy. "You'll watch it go in clean and glide out bloody!"
Bart winced, feeling like a fool for letting the man he'd least worried about take him from behind. His gut wrenched and his throbbing head ached. His naked daughter was staked to the ground, her arms and legs spread. And his sobbing wife was roped in a sitting position to the stakes above Jody's head.
It was plain to him that Jody's tender cherry would soon be violently torn apart and that her mother would be forced to watch. Bart felt dizzy and sick, but there wasn't a damn thing he could do . . . not with his own gun aimed straight at his head. His eyes darted between the three rough men, two of them naked already, the third calmly stripping off his wet camouflage outfit.
"Which one of you is going to be first?" Bart asked grimly.
Emmit laughed. "What prick in this bunch do you think will frighten her most?"
Bart answered with a shrug. "I don't know." The three of them all had large, outrageously stiff cocks. Though not the thickest, the man 'with the white hair had the longest. "I guess the old man's."
"Yeah, Jody's old man. Her father. We picked you to have the honor of splitting her cherry," Emmit said.
Bart Winslow felt an icy knot in the pit of his stomach.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Emmit prodded Bart to his feet with the gun muzzle. "Get your clothes off. Let the little girl see daddy's big cock!"
Bart shook his head. "No. You can shoot me, but you can't make me do that to my daughter."
Amos said, "If Emmit has to shoot you, it'll be a slow and painful way to die."
"Yeah, I'll shoot your dick off an inch at a time."
Jody heaved racking sobs and watched her father grudgingly start to undress.
When Bart reluctantly pushed down his pants and they all saw his flaccid cock, Emmit started to laugh. "I'll be God damned . . . look at that! His prick is already smeared with cherry stain!"
Amos remembered the lithe young beauty with long raven hair. "There was another girl with them," he said. "His niece. I watched them making eyes at each other before they took off in the boat."
"He's been making more than eyes," Pappy said with a lewd howl of laughter. "Turn around and let your wife have a look!"
Bart's face flushed redder than the stains still evident on his rubbery cockshaft.
Amy winced and sobbed, "Ooooh, Bart! How could you?"
There was no way he could explain what had happened. Not here. Perhaps not ever. Bart silently wished that Emmit would put a bullet through the back of his skull.
Amos laughed merrily. "Poor daddy is so ashamed that he can't get his prick up now. How's he gonna fuck his daughter's tight cunt with a rubbery cock like that?"
"His sexy wife is going to suck it and make it hard!" Pappy declared. "Prod him on over that way, Emmit."
Amy shook her head defiantly. "I won't do it! I won't let him touch me! Not ever again!"
"Remember how I got your mouth open before?" Amos asked. He pulled the hose clamps from the pocket of his discarded clothing. Amy winced fearfully as he worked the constricting bands over her lush tits. "Just keep tightening the thumb screws until she screams loud and wide enough for you to get your cock in her mouth."
There had been numerous times in their marriage when Bart had secretly wanted to torture his timid wife and force her to suck his cock. But he'd never been able to do it. Now he had no choice. He reached down and began to tighten the thumb screws.
"You're an animal worse than any of them," Amy hissed through gritted teeth. "Raping our niece. Abusing me. Getting ready to despoil your own daughter!"
Bart said, "Your nagging about it won't help." He gave the screws another full twist.
Amy's tits were still painfully tender from what Amos had done with the binding clamps, but she stoically accepted more terrible pressure. The tightening metal bands squeezed her tits into hourglass shapes, trapping hot blood in her swollen nipples. They began to tingle lewdly without even being touched.
Bart said, "Come on, Amy . . . open up. I know you don't like the idea, but I'll be a lot easier on Jody her first time than any of them."
The woman sobbed bitter tears. "You're looking forward to it," she moaned. "Our niece wasn't enough for you. You want our daughter too!"
Bart felt like a heartless bastard, but the cruel pleasure of tightening the metal clamps around his wife's tits was making his cock start to throb. Amy was right. In a strange, dark way that he hated to admit, he did want to fuck his daughter.
She reminded him of his wife when she was younger, more exciting and less rigid in her ways. He hoped Jody would never become that kind of wife. Bart gave the pair of screws another twist.
"Aaagggh!" Amy screamed. "That's enough! I can't stand it! I'll suck your stinking cock. I'll watch you rape our daughter. I don't care any more! I just wish I was dead!"
Amy circled her lips and swept her tongue around the head of his cock, curling her tongue to sweep along the underside.
She wanted desperately for him to cum in her mouth so she could suck his prick dry and not leave strength enough for him to abuse his daughter.
Bart sighed, thinking of all the times he had wanted Amy to suck his cock, only to have her refuse. He reached down and fondled her bulging nipples, teasing them gently until hot breath rasped through her nose.
Jody couldn't tip her head back far enough to see what her parents were doing, but their animal noises filled her with fear. They sounded so different than the rough, cruel men who held them captive.
Bound flat on her back with arms and legs spread, Jody had time to think more about her father and what he might be forced to do to her. In her strictly proper mind, the idea was appalling. But on a lower and purely emotional level, better him than any of the other three. She loved her father and knew that he would be as gentle with her as he could.
Amy pushed forward, straining her head back to take Bart's cock deep into the wringing hollow of her throat. Her experience with Amos and her determination to spare Amy made that easier for the woman to do.
Bart didn't know or care about the reasons for her sudden passion. He only knew that he enjoyed the pleasure of fucking his cock into an undulating tube that rippled with wavering delight. He moaned and whirled her taut nipples.
Amy felt her pussy respond to sparking shocks of pleasure that flowed from her tortured tits. The blood constricted in her nipples made them more sensitive than ever before. Her pussy seethed and writhed with each whirling stroke, and Bart was fucking his cock anxiously in and out of her throat. The two of them had never shared such intensely lewd passion.
Jody could hear them both sighing and gasping, her mother's sounds often throttled into gurgling noises of joy. She had no idea what they were doing. She was afraid to look. But something had changed her mother's mood from sullen rage to one of frenzied desire.
That eased some of Jody's unreasoning fear. If her mother could be made to enjoy sex, it couldn't be quite the grim duty that her stern lectures had made it out to be. The girl found the deep grunts and soft breathy moans her parents made to be strangely exciting.
Bart's loins thudded against Amy's soft lips with a steady, rhythmic sound like driving rain. She sucked and licked his fucking cock, tantalizing his prick until he just had to fire.
Hissing and straining, he held back as long as he could. But Amy's once-willing throat was now a slithering tube of anxious flesh in constant motion. The strength of her sucking waves made his balls ache.
Bart gave in and let go with a roar. Amy gulped in shock and swallowed each jetting spurt. That was easier now that she wasn't bound with her head dangling upside down over the back of a log.
The slick, salt-sweet taste of his jism was no shock this time either. Amy gulped happily, knowing that each searing burst was one that her daughter wouldn't have to take. She sucked with fiendish hunger and went on a full minute after Bart's cock had been fully drained.
"Now!" Pappy Murdock said impatiently. "Get your hot prick into that girl before it has a chance to cool."
"Jody's waiting for you," Emmit said anxiously, prodding the worried father's back with a gun barrel.
Amos laughed when he saw the city dweller's bleak look. "Just think what a lucky bastard you are . . . the cherry stains of one young virgin have just been licked and sucked off your prick, and now you get to bloody it again."
Amy looked up at him as he eased his cum-slickened cock from her mouth. Sorrowful eyes pleaded with his. Bart turned away, not wanting to look at her. He knew what he had to do. There was no other choice. He had to fuck Jody and somehow make it look like he didn't want to at all.
Bart walked around and dropped to his knees -between his daughter's bound legs. He flashed a smile that was faintly reassuring. "Don't worry, Jody. I won't hurt you."
Her eyes avoided his, dropping instead to the stiff lance of his cock. His prick sheened in the sunlight, still slick with a film of cum. A last tiny drop had emerged from the slit in front. It looked like a liquid pearl.
"I know, Daddy." Jody hardly had breath enough to push the words from her throat. Her soft young body was tense with eerie emotions. She still dreaded what was about to happen to her, but seeing her father's smiling face made that not just easier to bear . . . but also strangely exciting.
Jody loved her father as most young girls do. She learned early in life how to manipulate him-to get what she wanted with a shy little smile or flirtatious blink of her innocent round eyes. She'd never been as daring or blatant as Alita, but shy little Jody knew all the same tricks. She had known since before she had started school.
Bart leaned over and kissed her, first on the cheek as he had thousands of times before. Jody found comfort in that. Then he swayed his head to the side and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Her body tensed, straining the tightly drawn cords bound around her arms and legs.
Amy turned away, sick with disgust and jealousy. Jody's ripening beauty reminded the woman that she was getting older but not necessarily better. The way Bart was kissing his daughter now made that insecure feeling flare.
Jody's soft, trembling lips remained sealed when they first kissed, but Bart eased them apart with his stroking tongue and pressed into her mouth.
"Ungh!" Jody recoiled and tossed her head, shocked by having even that small part of a man's body inside hers. Bart pushed harder with his tongue, twining it around hers. His daughter moaned softly, surprised by how exciting it was.
Bart pulled with his lips and teased with his tongue, gently coaxing hers into his mouth. Jody sighed, timidly extending his tongue. Her father sucked it deep into his mouth and stroked her tongue with his.
Jody felt heat in her virgin cunt. Her tits heaved and her nipples tensed hard. Bart eased back and kissed them one by one. He sucked and licked with his tongue until Jody's budding nipples ached with tingling delight.
Amy fumed, sitting bound and helpless, ignored by her husband who concentrated fully on lewd foreplay with his daughter. He held Jody's ripening tits in his hands and worked his head down, leaving a trail of warm kisses all the way to her chestnut-haired virgin pussy mound.
The girl had twice had been sucked to a climax by her captors, so the electrifying tremors ' of flustering pleasure that sparked from her father's tongue were not a complete surprise.
He circled her tiny clit and tongued it hard with deft strokes while his thumbs whirled her nipples in perfect harmony. Jody moaned and writhed in restraint, first stunned and then shocked by the thrill of spreading heat and shocking pleasure.
Bart pushed between her feverish cunt lips, parting the soft petals of flesh with his tongue. He touched Jody's cherry and stroked that tender web with increasing pressure until the girl screamed.
He found a natural opening between two overlapping folds of her frail cherry and eased them apart, spreading but not tearing Jody's virgin seal.
The girl gave a deep grunt and arched her back, straining against the cords that bound her to the four stakes in the ground. Bart tongued the opening wider and made his daughter squeal in anguished rapture.
While his tongue burrowed in her tender pussy slit, the tip of his nose pressed on her clit. The sweet tang of fuck honey filled his lungs and rattled his senses. More slick fuck juice simmered up around his tongue every time he wiggled it in.
Jody's soft, narrow cunt slit was a feverish tunnel of quaking delight. Her pussy pulsed and seethed, sucking on her father's tongue more anxiously than she had with her mouth. It was time to make her a woman.
Passionate foreplay had swelled Bart's cock longer and harder than Amy had ever seen before. She winced, watching him ease forward to work the plum-like prickhead up and down on Jody's juicy little clit.
The girl giggled and squirmed, tossing her head from side to side as the fearsome heat and slithering turmoil in her cunt increased. Bart pushed into her pussy slowly, sinking the knob of his cock out of sight.
Amy tensed. Her eyes narrowed and her pussy heaved with envious waves of motion. She felt cruelly neglected. Her daughter wasn't sobbing in terrible pain as she'd expected. Jody was breathing anxious gasps, arching her back and offering her tender virgin cunt willingly to Bart's thick cock.
The pillowed tip of his long prick pressed hotly on her cherry. Jody winced from the heat and strain of a prod far more powerful than a man's tongue.
He pushed into the narrow opening between tender folds of the membraneous web. "Ready?" he whispered.
"Yes!"
He pushed through the inner slit with a gliding thrust, smooth and tender. Like a filmy veil, Jody's cherry strained under the pressure and split wide with a sharp stab of pain.
"Hungh!" she groaned, her eyes wincing shut. Tears dotted the corners of her closed eyes.
Amy was also holding her breath, watching her husband's cock plunge into their little girl.
Blood escaped from Jody's ruptured cherry and smeared the length of Bart's cock. He felt the sticky damp warmth and a powerful surge of satisfaction. His long-neglected cock had claimed two virgins within the hour. Never had he felt such strength before.
Jody shivered tensely all the time his cock was pushing in. When his prick was deeply rooted and she could feel her father's weight, she breathed a frantic gasp. "Oooh, God! It's not like mother said."
Amy wailed in jealous rage, straining against her bonds. Bart grinned and began to fuck his cherry-stained cock in and out of their daughter, heedless of his wife's distressed moans.
Jody's cunt pulsed and squeezed his spearing cock. A lewd grin curled her lips. "I want to be better than mother," she said. "I don't ever want to disappoint you."
"Ooooh, baby . . . you won't! Your pussy is a fiery little pit of pure pleasure!"
"Better than Alita's?" she asked intently, swirling her hips as another thrust filled her anxious cunt.
"Almost as good," Bart said. "But she's been thinking about it a lot longer than you."
"I know. I've been jealous of her ever since she came to live with us. I don't like being the timid little innocent mom tried to make me. I want to be a woman!"
"You already are, sweetheart. More of a woman than I ever expected!"
"But I want to be the best!" she insisted. "Teach me, Daddy."
Bart grinned and fucked with rhythmic strokes that sank deep, dropping his full weight on Jody's lush young body. Having just fucked Alita, there was no great urgency in his balls yet. He could take his own sweet time and savor each linging thrust.
Jody was a bright girl and a willing learner. She swayed her hips one time and arched them up to meet him. She clamped hard on his cock when he fucked deep and held the exquisite tension as he withdrew.
Other times he squeezed her pussy as tight as he could when he was fucking in. Rippling waves of taut pleasure greeted his long cock, peeling back the loose outer skin and stimulating nerves his wife's passive cunt had never touched.
In some ways Bart felt that he had been a virgin until just a short time ago. Sex with Amy had never been so thrilling. Nor had the affairs he had had with other women.
Amy could see the eerie gleam in her husband's eyes, the ecstatic curve of his lewd grin. Her pangs of jealousy became grinding spasms of hot determination. She wanted to win him back . . . but when she saw the intensity of Bart's climax with Jody, Amy wondered if she ever could.
He fucked the girl long and hard, slowly picking up the speed and power of his deep thrusts. Jody responded with ever more enthusiasm. Always a high achiever, she wanted to be the best at everything she did. Her pliant cunt coaxed and teased her father's cock with every motion he suggested and several that she made up all on her own. Jody knew by his delighted moans which of those were best.
She tantalized his cock and tortured her mother with wanton twists and swirls of her hips. Jody grunted animal noises and begged him, "Fuck me!"
Bart became breathless, fucking his cock into her as hard and fast as he could. Jody's newly awakened cunt sucked on the long shaft in a seething frenzy, sending heat and pressure into his balls.
He felt the joyous strain and clamped a restraining band of muscle at the root of his hot prick to enjoy the tension as long as he could. Finally Jody's rampant desire overcame his restraint. Her pussy slithered with fast vibrating waves, tense and demanding as her climax began. A roaring noise burst from his tightly drawn lips, and hot jism spat from the head of his cock with matching force.
They bucked and twined in the throes of climax for over a minute. It left father and daughter both breathless . . . and it left Amy feeling more desperate than ever before.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alita patched the boat and inflated the stern end as she'd been told. Working the hand pump made her anxious young pussy squirm. Each thrust drove the piston into a snug cylinder just like a cock into a clinging cunt. The hiss of air into the sagging back of the boat reminded her of Bart's jetting cum-spurting heat that filled her pliant pussy to overflowing.
She couldn't wait three hours, and she didn't want to go for help. Alita brushed her long black hair straight and smooth with gliding strokes. It gleamed like polished ebony. Then she dressed in a skin-tight string bikini of black cloth with the same metallic sheen.
Bart still wasn't back, so she followed his trail through the woods. It curved away from the river and then circled back. Alita was cautious. Her uncle might not be happy to see her.
If he had been able to free Amy and Jody, the three of them should have returned to the boat by now. And if not, they were all in trouble, in need of more immediate help than she could bring by paddling miles down the river to the next town.
Alita was brimming with courage and confidence, not having given much thought as to what she could do against men who might have foiled Bait's plan to rescue his wife and daughter. And he had a gun. Alita only carried a hatchet that she planned vaguely to use as a tomahawk if she had to.
There was something strangely thrilling about starting out all on her own to face possible danger. It charged her lithe body with electrifying pulses.
Her pussy clenched and squirmed now as then. Spilled jism and seeping cunt honey oozed from her quivering cunt slit and dampened the front of her bikini bottom. She left a scent trail of musk through the woods that a blind man could have followed.
Alita heard noises to match her tense feeling of sexual excitement as she neared a clearing and saw a cabin built near the river. One of the voices was Bait's, and she recognized guttural cries of lewd delight. He was fucking someone and obviously enjoying it. Soft gasps and moans of joy could be heard as she edged closer.
He must have freed Amy and stayed to fuck her, Alita thought.
She circled the rustic cabin warily, staying in the dark shadows of the surrounding woods. Bart wasn't likely to welcome a new arrival at this point. A chorus of deep and shrill gasps told her that he and the woman were nearing orgasm. Alita's body tingled with envy, but she had to watch.
Once clear of the cabin's side wall, Alita could see what was going on in front. Bart was fucking someone, fucking her strong and hard. But she wasn't his wife Amy. Amy sat bound and sobbing, forced to watch.
Alita crept ahead for a better view. Able to see the girl's face at last, she gasped sharply. Jody was bound spread-eagled between four stakes in the ground. He was happily fucking his own daughter while three other nude men with hard cocks watched anxiously as though waiting their turn.
She almost laughed, thinking how Bart had first resisted fucking her because he felt guilty about incest. Now he was screwing his precious daughter to orgasm. What the hell was going on? Had Bart decided to join the other men in an orgy? That was what it looked like to Alita. She decided to remain hidden until she could puzzle through this shockingly new situation.
Bart caught his breath after climaxing and rolled off Jody's helpless form. Ruddy smears of virgin blood streaked his dripping cock. Amy saw that and shuddered.
Amos glared at Amy with a wicked grin and said, "All right, Amy. Now it's your turn. You've got to pay for bumping me off the trail."
He grabbed her auburn hair and yanked her head back while the sinister long blade of his sheath knife slashed down.
Amy yelped a sound of stark terror, certain that her throat would be slit. But Amos reached farther down and severed his cords binding her wrists and ankles to the stakes that also secured her daughter's spread arms.
He hauled the gasping woman to her feet and pushed her forward, keeping a firm grasp on her silky hair.
Amos marched Amy to the base of the stout pine where Jody had been hoisted aloft for cunt sucking. He crossed and bound her wrists with a long piece of rope, then tossed the loose end over a limb fifteen feet off the ground.
She expected to be hoisted until her cunt was at an ideal height for sucking, but Amos only pulled on the rope until she was forced to stand on tiptoes. Pain tore into her wrists and shot down through her shoulders. She couldn't support much of her weight on extended toes, nor could she hold her weight up for very long.
Amy sobbed, dangling with her arms stretched painfully high overhead. Her shoulders wrenched and her feet cramped when she tried to stand tall enough to ease the strain. Amos laughed and pulled the broad black leather belt from his pants.
It had been soaked by his plunge into the river and a precarious swim downstream. The leather was far more supple than usual for such a thick strap. He snapped it overhead like a whip and grinned a wicked look of delight when he heard the loud crack.
"First I'm going to whip your luscious ass till it feels like raw meat. Then I'm going to fuck your butt until it's black and blue!"
Amy cried, "Nnnoooo!"
"You damn near killed me!" he snarled. "Now I'm gonna make you wish you were dead!" He cracked the long leather belt so the snapping tip cut air only an inch from Amy's ripe ass.
She lurched violently and swayed back and forth, her toes dangling and dragging in the dust.
Amos was leering intently, gripping the pliant belt hard, preparing to give Amy a brutal whipping. The man looked strong enough to peel her hide right off if he wanted to. Emmit and the old man were fighting hotly over which of them would fuck young Jody next.
"I whipped you fair and square," Pappy said sternly. "And I'll damn well do it again if I have to!"
"Forget that!" Emmit said with a cool grin. "I'm the one who came up with that guy's gun. You won't be so damn tough if I put a bullet through your right arm."
"You wouldn't shoot your pa!"
"I will if you don't get your skinny prick out of my way!"
"All right." Pappy backed off with his hands raised slightly in a gesture of surrender. "Gimme the gun so I can keep her father covered while you fuck the girl."
Emmit took an unthinking step forward and almost gave up the weapon. Then he yanked it back and said. "Ooooh, no . . . you crafty old buzzard. Soon as you get the gun, you'll get the girl."
Pappy grinned and shrugged. "I guess you and me are left to watch," he said to Bart. "You wanna see your wife get whipped, or your daughter fucked?"
"Some choice," Bart said bleakly. "I guess my wife. There have been a few times when I wanted to whip her myself."
"Well, maybe when Amos gets tired of swinging the lash, he might give you a few licks."
Bart wondered if he could do that as they walked toward the tree where Amy dangled. How much lower could he sink?
Emmit laid the rifle beside Jody's soft young body and dropped on his knees between her bound legs. The cold dark metal touched her side and she shivered. "Sorry, but I gotta keep that close," he said. "I don't trust your old man . . . or mine."
He bent over her with his cock in the curl of his right hand. The slender split of her cunt seeped silvery-pink foam, a mix of gushing jism and cherry stain whipped to froth by the heated thrusts of Bart's cock.
"I ain't the patient type your pa appears to be," he said. "Be glad he warmed and slicked your cunt for me."
Jody gasped sharply. The leering stranger had the bulbous head of his cock in her juicy cunt slit already. He wagged his prick up and down and used his fingers to slather some of the pink foam on his long cockshaft.
The young teen wasn't fully aware. The dizzying bliss of her climax was just winding down, the delightful aftershocks settling into a warm feeling of contentment. Then Emmit gave a rude grunt and rammed her quaking pussy full.
"Aaagghhh!" she cried. The frayed edges of her torn cherry were still extremely tender. Emmit's thick cock widened the gap and sent stinging shocks of pain throughout her body.
He braced on his knees and elbows, clamping his hands on Jody's ripening young tits. She screamed a warbling cry, part eerie pleasure and part seething disgust. A smile lined with broken, crooked teeth appeared above her young face. Grasping hands mauled her tender tits, flailing her pink nipples until they burned. And his throbbing cock whipped in and out of her bloodied gash. Emmit's thick cock demolished the last remains of her cherry and spurred the painful impulses that reached her bound fingers and toes.
Bart heard his daughter's anguished cries and muffled slaps of Emmit's hairy body on her softer flesh. He couldn't bring himself to turn his head. Instead, Bart focused his attention on his wife Amy's lush body dangling helplessly from a tree limb, her extended toes barely able to touch the ground.
Amos was calmly taking off the hose clamps locked so tightly around her creamy big tits. Their nipple-crowned peaks were bluish-red, the unhealthy color of trapped blood. And her no distended nipples felt numb from lack of circulation.
"Don't worry," he said, tossing the clamps aside. "I'll soon whip life back into those tits."
She moaned in frightened confusion, thankful to be relieved of the tit-wringing pressure, but frightened of new pain to come. Amy hadn't been spanked since she was a child turned over her father's knee.
Amos stepped back swinging the long supple lash by his side. It hissed through S-shaped arcs, cracking loudly front and back. She cringed and began to twirl slowly when her curled toes lost contact with the ground. He raised the hissing lash high and far back, then brought it forward to lay a wide stripe of pain right up the middle of her back.
Amy and Jody both screamed at once, their similar voices twined in tormened stereo.
The daughter groaned and wailed with breath forced out by Emmit's driving thrusts. Amy yelped and sobbed, stung by one brutally hard smack after another.
Amos had Amy spinning around like a ballerina on the points of her toes, a whirling spiral of pain. Amy's view at that moment was a blurred 360-degree panorama. The river, then Bart and the white-haired old man who both grinned as they watched her ordeal. Then a fleeting glimpse of Jody staked to the ground beneath the hammering loins of a hairy sadist. That tortuous sight was partially blocked by the hulking form of Amos and his flailing right arm.
Stinging loud cracks seemed to echo all around her. Amy felt sharp stabs of pain front and back, up and down both sides. Amos appeared grimly determined to leave no part of her lush body unmarked by smarting red welts.
"That's what it feels like being swept down the river without a boat," he said. "Jarred by one rock after another . . . twisted and tumbled until you don't know which way is up."
Bart could see the man's powerful body was badly bruised. He'd been through hell and he was giving it back. Amy whirled faster, so dizzy and shocked by fiery pain that she lacked the breath to scream.
Finally Amos got tired of wielding the broad lash and lowered his battered right arm, letting her gradually slow down. From knees to chin, Amy's ripe body was patterned with blazing welts that curved, crossed and intertwined.
As the dizzying speed of her tortuous whirl slowed to a stop, Amy became sharply aware of fiery pain that embraced her whole body, radiated inward. Her nipples had been numbed by the biting hose clamps, but now they felt glowing hot like burning embers. Her pussy felt like a blast furnace. Her cunt dripped glistening fuck honey down her legs like oily tears. The rounded cheeks of her ass blazed with welts, soft mounds of flesh that quivered and pumped sultry waves of motion through the dark, tightly circled lips of her shithole and on to the writhing narrow cavern within.
"Now you got a choice to make," Amos said. "You can beg me to fuck your luscious ass, or you can beg your husband to whip it with my belt!"
Amy moaned, on the verge of passing out. She could hear Jody's moans and wails of anguished rapture as the girl neared another climax with Emmit. With sex there was some pleasure to dull the horror of vile abuse. From the stinging leather belt there would only be more pain. But Amy couldn't stand the thought of a thick angry cock plunging into her ass.
She dangled helplessly, racked by indecision.
Jody's young body arched and swayed beneath Emmit's hammering loins. The girl screamed, "Harder! Oh, God . . . I'm dimming again. Fuck me, Emmit! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
Amy despaired, seeing what a wanton her innocent daughter was becoming. The woman tensed, steeling her nerves, and refused to sink to such depravity. She tossed her head to rid her cheeks of tears and said, "I would rather be whipped!"
Amos shrugged. "Okay. But I think you'll soon wish you'd picked my cock. Ol' Bart's been getting real worked up watching me tan your hide."
He hadn't realized it, but that was true. Bart's cock had stiffened and started to throb with each stroke of the lash. Amy's sharp cries of pain had proved to be a powerful stimulation. Bart took the belt still warm from whipping her soft flesh and flicked it back and forth.
She revolved slowly to face him, eyes narrowed and lips taut in a grim mask of contempt.
"How can you do this to me?" Amy asked in a hateful rage.
Bart shrugged. "I don't know." He hadn't sorted out all of the emotions involved yet. "Maybe for once I can make you really feel something."
He swung the belt sidearm and striped a fresh welt across her luscious pussy mound. Amy yelped and whirled, catching a backhanded swipe across her ass. She screamed and spun faster.
From her vantage point in the trees, Alita could hardly tell Amy's tormented wails from Jody's shrill cries of delight. One of them was getting fucked to orgasm, the other enduring pain from the hot tip of a black leather belt, but they both sounded the same.
Bart eased back half a step so that just the snapping point of the belt would reach her.
He used that to lash at her juicy clit. Amy's screams of torment shrilled higher. Her lush body convulsed as pain like an arrow of fire shot into her pussy and out through her ass.
The next snapping blow parted the red-welted cheeks of her ass and ripped at the dark, tightly puckered rim of flesh sheltered between. She howled and jerked her body the other way, swaying and turning as though in a whirlpool of fiery pain.
Bart whipped her clit again as she turned to face him. Amy winced, clamping her eyes shut. The shock was too great to allow for a scream. It was like an orgasm. Taut, violent contractions heaved in her cunt.
More fuck honey flowed to the lips of her soft cunt. Fuck juice splattered in a wide arc when Bart lashed her pussy again. Amy's tortured spasms increased. She was cumming in response to the pain. Her body writhed and twisted as joyous moans burst from her drawn lips. us
CHAPTER NINE
Amos cut the rope that stretched Amy's arms high overhead. She settled to the ground and stumbled forward into Bart's waiting arms. He hugged and tried to steady her, the broad leather belt still clutched in his right hand. It trailed down her back like a long wet tongue.
She glared and snarled, "You're a bastard!"
"I gave you a climax," he whispered defensively, "better than most we've had before."
Amy stiffened and squirmed out of his consoling embrace. "Well, I hope you enjoy watching my next one just as much. I hope you're thrilled by the sight of my ass getting fucked!" She turned to Amos then. "Let's go . . . I can hardly wait!"
Amos led her to the hitching rail in front of the house-two heavy round posts set in the ground like stout legs to support a fifteen-foot-long wooden pole waist-high. He bent Amy's lush body over the rail, then leaned over to bind her wrists and ankles together near the ground.
"You don't have to do that," she said sweetly with a sinister undertone. "I'd rather you tie up Bart so that he has to watch."
"There'll be somebody to keep an eye on him," Amos said. "And I can't be sure you won't change your mind once you feel my cock pushing into your asshole."
"I'm going to love it!" she insisted. "And if your brother will stand on the other side of the rail when he's through with Jody, I'll suck his cock while you're reaming my ass."
Emmit's craggy face brightened with a fresh look of lewd delight. He left Jody who was still dazed and shivering with the aftershocks of orgasm and came around to face her mother.
"My cock is still wet with cum and cherry juice fresh from your daughter's cunt," he said. "Are you sure you want to suck that?"
"I'm positive! I'll make you both cream at in once. I'm going to suck hot jism and feel it shoot up my ass at the same time!"
Amy was saying it all to hurt Bart, to get back for the whipping he gave her. And for delighting himself by fucking their daughter.
Bart watched the preparations with a look of uncertainty. He'd always wanted his wife to be more sexy, but he felt now that things had gone too far.
Pappy Murdock cut the cords binding Jody's arms and legs to stakes in the ground. He reached down with an almost-friendly smile curved under his white mustache, reached out his hands and helped her to her feet.
Jody said, "Aren't you going to fuck me?" The young teen had been eyeing the old man's cock since Emmit had left her, knowing that he would be next. The enormous length of his slender cock intrigued her. She knew his prick would plumb depths none of the others could reach.
"I've never cared much for seconds or thirds," Pappy said. He took Jody by the arm and guided her weak-kneed steps toward the other end of the hitching rail where her mother was being bound. "A pussy that's too slick with cum just can't get a good grip on my prick," he explained. "I want you to suck it instead."
"S-s-suck it? You mean, in my mouth?"
"That's the part that sucks best," he said with us a chuckle.
Jody looked sick, like she might throw up. She was no longer fearful of fucking. But the idea of taking a man's rank cock in her mouth was appalling. "I-I've never done that," she said weakly. "I don't know how."
"Your mom and I will teach you. She's gonna be doing the same thing right beside you."
"B-b-but why do you want to put your prick in my mouth?" Jody wailed, still violently repulsed by the thought. "My pussy is still plenty tight."
Pappy Murdock laughed heartily. "It might be, but your pussy don't have a tongue. You're gonna learn to lick and delight a man's cock like it can't be done no other way."
"But I don't want to do that!" Jody wailed.
"You will once you learn how. You'll love the taste of creamy hot jism slithering down your throat like a wet eel."
"Uuunnnghhh!" she groaned.
Murdock tensed his grip on her arm and pushed Jody toward the rail. He bent her over so that her shoulders rested on the horizontal bar. She'd been put on the other side so the two of them faced each other.
"I told you what men want isn't always pleasant," the woman said curtly.
Jody's eyes welled up with tears. Pappy Murdock stretched her arms along the rail and hummed a cheerful little tune while binding her wrists and elbows to the bar.
Bart's stomach wrenched seeing both his wife and daughter as helpless captives, but there wasn't anything he could do. Emmit had brought along the little clip-fed survival rifle and held it in one hand while guiding his cock toward Amy's quaking lips with the other.
Amy raised her head and took it willingly between her warm lips that purred, "Hhhmmm, it's a big one! Much better than what my husband has been giving me all these years."
Bart winced, raging at how his wife could strike back at him even though she was bound hand to foot, helplessly bent over the rail.
She lapped and swirled her tongue around the glossy knob of Emmit's big cock, grinning tautly so as not to show her distaste. "It's sweet and tart like a peppermint stick," she cooed, lewdly licking her lips.
Bart's seething annoyance increased. He wished Emmit would shove Amy's mouth full and shut her up. Amos came up behind her with his cock aimed at her ass like an enormous pistol barrel.
"I'll bet you've never had two cocks in you at once," Amos said in a tone obviously hoping for confirmation.
Amy laughed coarsely and swiped her tongue around Emmit's pink-smeared cock again, making exaggerated slurping noises as she savored the bitter-sweet tang of cum, fuck honey and cherry stain all simmered together. "I've never even had one cock in me that was really good," she said.
Amos dipped a large bruised hand between her tapered thighs and wet his fingers in the drooling fuck juices that flowed from her whipped cunt. He slicked his throbbing cock and stroked it hard until its whole length sheened.
Emmit pushed his cock farther into Amy's mouth and sighed as her pulling lips sealed around his prick. Amos wagged his only slightly smaller cock back and forth between her pussy and ass to wet her dark asshole.
Amy sighed and arched backward all that her awkward bent-double position would allow. She felt the rounded head of Amos's cock wedge itself in the tightly clenched mouth of her ass. Emmit pushed in until his larger prick thudded against a wall of soft flesh at the back of her throat.
Gurgling moans puffed her cheeks, and Amy's eyes flared wide. Amos was pushing hard to expand the clenched rim of puckered flesh that sealed her shit hole. His prick felt like a red-hot wedge. Bart watched the double entry impassively, glad that he didn't have to listen to her taunting voice. He had no doubt that Amy would be singing a different tune by the time those two brothers were through.
Pappy Murdock was a crusty old codger. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, taking by brute strength when there was no better way. But, hard as he was, Pappy wasn't immune to the frightened look in Jody's widened eyes.
"You'll find my thinner cock a lot easier to swallow," he said in a kindly tone. "Start like your ma did. Work your tongue around the knob."
Jody reached out with her tongue and gave one timid swipe across the tip. From the corner of her eye she could see Emmit bucking his hips, grunting and thrusting to fill her mother's rippling throat.
"Glungh," Amy moaned. "Hummmph!" Emmit's thick girth was a strangling terror, and Amos's cock felt like it might tear the taut lips of her ass. But she knew Bart was watching and she refused to show any sign of distress.
Jody licked again with a little more courage and circled her delicate tongue around the puffed ridge of soft flesh between the old man's cockhead and his steely hard slender prickshaft. She liked the way that made him shiver excitedly. A man who was really happy would hurt her less, that much she'd learned already.
Amy grunted and moaned. Emmit slanted his mouth-prodding thrusts one way, then the other, until he settled his bulging knob in the slender round channel of Amy's throat. Then he drove straight in to a circular vise of soft flesh tense with waves of motion meant to expel him.
Like a salmon battling upstream to spawn, Emmit pushed his thick cock against the tide of rolling waves that pushed the other way. The tension was exquisite, tight enough to strain the loose outer skin of his prick far back and expose its most tender nerves.
Amy was gagging. Her throat heaved and her asshole was on fire, being split apart by the swelling force of heated cock expanding in her asshole. She couldn't help it-tears filled her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.
Bart wasn't even watching. Jody's tongue was more interesting to watch. The way it danced and swirled had the old man in rapture, and his long willowy prick had just barely entered her mouth.
Alita watched from behind a sheltering pine. Her throat and ass pulsed in sympathy with Amy. Anxious as the girl had been to feel cock for the first time in her life, the idea of taking on two at once made her tremble.
Jody sealed her lips snugly and sucked on the old man's twitching cock. Jody giggled contentedly and nibbled toward a sparse thatch of snow-white hair that sprouted around the base of his cock.
The protruding knob found the opening of her sleek throat and entered smoothly. The fit was perfect, like a key in a lock. Jody began to wonder why her mother made swallowing a man's cock into such an ordeal.
Amos and Emmit both enjoyed the convulsive waves of Amy's distress. The frantic spasms milked both of their anxious cocks. They pushed steadily deeper until it seemed the head of one must be almost touching the other.
Amy's eyes bulged wide. Her body had never been forced full of so much throbbing cock. She felt the pulsing surges front and back. If her throat had been clear, she'd have screamed in horror.
They began to double-fuck her with a whip-sawing rhythm-one pushing in as the other drew back. She rocked and swayed between them, driven first one way and then the other. Only the sturdy hitching rail kept her from falling.
She felt faint for lack of breath and gulped frantically whenever Emmit pulled his cock back. But that's when Amos was driving his cock up her ass, and Amy wanted to cry out in pain almost as much as she wanted to breathe.
Her lush body quaked, filled in front, then filled in back. There wasn't a moment that she couldn't feel the fierce throb of a swollen cock.
Bart saw her stricken look and smirked. "I like it when you suck cock. Then I don't have to listen to your bitchy voice."
Amy shuddered. Her plan to hurt his male ego had backfired. Backfired painfully! His stiff cock was throbbing just like the pair of pricks abusing her throat and ass. Would he be next? Would these cruel men give her to Bart when they were through? Amy shuddered at the thought. After all the spiteful things she had said, her own husband might be a monster.
Amos slowed the speed of his ass-spearing thrusts enough to fall half a beat behind. When he resumed, he and Emmit were ramming into her front and back at the same time.
Amy's ripe body bucked between them, terribly strained at both ends. The wiry tangle of cock hair Amos pushed and ground against the cheeks of her ass felt like steel wool scrubbing her welts.
Jody was having a much easier time. She hadn't been whipped, and she was thrilled by the eerie sensations of a long slender cock sliding so deep in her throat. She sucked and stroked her tongue, nibbling with soft lips at Pappy's fringe of snow-white pubic hair when he fucked in to the hilt.
"This daughter of yours is as quick to learn as she is cute and cuddly," Pappy said to Bart. "You think she'd like to feel your cock up her ass while she's sucking mine?"
"Nungh!" Jody moaned with her mouth stuffed full. She wasn't ready for that.
Amy made the same throttled cry of protest. She hated to think of Bart sharing pleasure with these rough men while she suffered their abuse.
Emmit wasn't pleased either. "Damn it, Pa! Don't be so quick giving away our treasures. You know her ass has got to be virgin like the rest of her. One of us should get it first."
Pappy replied, "I just hate to see a man with a big stiff cock standing around with nothing to do. It ain't hospitable . . . not when you figure that he was the one who brought all this lush woman-flesh our way."
Amos grinned. "There's still one we ain't caught. Young, tall, with coal-black hair almost long enough to sweep across her ass."
"Is that so?" Pappy said, his beady eyes alight with a lewd gleam. "More young stuff, eh? You gonna help us catch that one, Bart? She can't have gotten far in a boat half sunk."
Bart said, "Sure. I know right where she is. Her name's Alita, and she's the sexiest one of the bunch. We'll all enjoy her."
He was thinking that Alita would have the "boat patched and be on her way to get help before the Murdocks got around to looking for her. He didn't feel like a traitor offering up his niece-he expected her to be gone.
"That does it," Pappy decided for them all.
"Him wanting to be so helpful is reason enough to let Bart be first in his daughter's pretty little ass."
Alita felt betrayed by her uncle, the man who had popped her cherry. Worse than that, she was extremely jealous. Bart was wiping his hand in Jody's wet cunt and smearing his cock.
Jody moaned anxiously when he stirred her clit with wavering finger strokes. Pappy had cupped his hands under her dangling tits and was whirling Jody's pink nipples to make the lewd tingles she felt even wilder. She wrenched and writhed, bound with her arms outstretched.
Air gushed from her throat when she felt her father's stiff cock start to enter her ass. He hissed out of her throat, around Pappy's skinny long prick like a tire with a leaky valve. The old man felt the heat of increased pressure and fucked her willing mouth faster.
Bart eased in slowly, spreading the wringing tight tunnel of Jody's young ass as gently as he could. His cock was slick with pink-stained fuck juice from her cunt, but the taut friction was almost hot enough to make that smoke.
In a macabre way, Amy was pleased to see her daughter suffer some pain. She hoped that might cure the girl's wanton hunger for lusty pleasure.
Emmit reached between Amy's bound arms and fondled her luscious big tits. On soft flesh so recently whipped, his grasping hands felt like fire. Nipples tortured by the hose clamps throbbed painfully beneath his whirling thumbs.
Amos kept fucking his cock up Amy's ass, grinding and twisting deep, loving the sounds of her strangled moans. He reached around her slender waist and fingered her clit, making Amy's anguished writhing even more severe.
With her ass and throat both filled with throbbing cock, her nipples enflamed and her clit sparking from stimulation, Amy convulsed into her most intense and totally involving climax yet. The frenzied contractions racked her throat, pussy and ass all at once. Pleasure came stronger than pain. She forgot her smoldering welts, the pain of being bound, and the torture of being made to please two cocks at once.
Her slinky throat rippled enticingly, pulling and sucking, silently begging Emmit's cock to fire off in her mouth. Her ass clenched and milked Amos's cock with even more frenzied motions.
They both tensed, stunned by the power of her demanding contractions. "It's like putting your prick in a wringer!" Amos moaned.
"Better," Emmit said with a hiss of hot breath. He was straining, delighted by the swell of pressure in his hairy ball sac. He wanted to hold the feeling and enjoy it as long as he could.
They were able to resist her anxious writhing less than a minute. Then both of them roared, fucking their cocks deep as jets of silvery-white cum spat into Amy front and back.
Amy gulped and swallowed all she could, but it was hard being bent over with her head tipped so far back. She couldn't consume even half of Emmit's gushing flood. Spunk filled her throat, spilled down her tongue and glossed her sucking lips.
More jism squished and simmered up to the lips of her ass. Amy was full and overflowing at both ends. She felt hot fuck cream dribble down her chin and streak her trembling thighs at the same time. The thrilling tremors of an orgasm overloaded her nervous system just as twin jetting cocks had flooded her. Amy's mind reeled wildly, dizzy with delight, a spinning and blurring sensation.
She quivered and moaned at the exhilarating peak of lewd pleasure and fainted when her dazzled mind simply couldn't stand any more.
CHAPTER TEN
It took Jody a full minute longer to reach the first double-fucked climax of her young life. Bart's cock fucked smoothly in and out of her ass, forcing in more heat with each thrust.
The wall between that narrow shitter and her freshly fucked cunt was hardly more than a veil of soft flesh. Her father's prodding cock triggered spasms of pleasure on both sides of the thin wall.
Bart fingered Jody's small budding clit and
I sent more rippling shocks deep to inspire un-I dulations of joy. Pappy Murdock whirled her I nipples and filled her throat with his prick.
Jody trembled from her fingers to her toes. I She felt weak. Her small hands clenched into I fists knotted by muscle-wrenching shocks of I pleasure.
Pappy's cock fired first. She felt the slender I prick buck and twitch convulsively. He was jetting spurts of cum deep in her throat, far beyond I the taste buds of her tongue. Then he arched I back and gave her a creamy shot in the mouth.
Its taste shocked her at first. Cum sprayed her I teeth and splattered the back of her mouth. I Then he lunged forward and fucked deep in her I throat again. Jism gushed in the farthest reaches I of her throat and kept spurting as Pappy eased his cock back out to feel the pleasure of her I cum-slathered tongue whipping around his sensitive prick head.
Bart fucked deep into his daughter's ass and came with a groan. He had wanted to feel more of the tight wringing pressure, but the steaming heat in his balls simply could not be contained.
She milked and sucked two strong cocks dry and kept up her rapacious writhing long after either had a drop left to give her. Jody slurped and swallowed cum with wolfish glee and twitched her sexy little ass around to spread the flowing warmth inside.
By then, her mother was hanging limp over the hitching rail, barely conscious. Cum was dripping from her slack lips and the dark rim of her ass.
Jody cried, "Mom! Mom, what's the matter?"
Amy was too dazed and weak to reply. Emmit and Amos had pulled free of her lush body, both flashing grins with crooked teeth. They knew she would soon recover her senses and be anxious for more.
But Jody's soft young body tensed with sickening fear. "They killed her!" she cried. "They've fucked her to death!"
Alita heard that and her lithe, bikini-clad body stiffened like her spine had turned to an icicle. Amy was hanging limp and not moving. Blind with panic, Alita took off running through the woods.
The men all heard the crack of snapping twigs under her sandaled feet.
Amos caught a fleeting glimpse of coal-black hair. "That's her!" he shouted. "The other girl!"
They all took off running, naked and barefoot, not minding the rough ground. Bart Winslow ran with them, wild as the rest, not thinking it was his young niece they were all chasing like a pack of hounds.
Amy heard their anxious shouts and thudding footsteps as she regained her senses. "What's happening?"
Jody cried, "Mom, you're all right!"
"I will be in a little while," she said. The last quaking pulses of her double climax were just fading.
"Alita was here," Jody said. "Now they're all chasing her. Even daddy."
"That bastard!" she snarled. "We've been married all these years and I never really knew what he was like. He's as bad as the Murdocks. Maybe worse."
"You mean because he fucked me?"
"Not just you. He fucked Alita, and he whipped me with a leather belt."
"I think you kept things bottled up in him too long," Jody said. "He's an attractive man. Daddy needs excitement."
"You're taking his side after all he's done to you?"
"He hasn't done anything yet that I didn't learn to like."
Amy groaned, and turned her head the other way, refusing to look at the lewd grin that curled her young daughter's soft lips. She concentrated instead on the cords that bound her wrists and ankles together. By straining, cutting her skin and stretching her fingers, Amy could just reach the knots. Her long fingernails pushed and probed, slowly working the strands loose.
Jody watched her frenzied efforts and asked, "Where are you going to go if you get those knots untied?"
Amy paused, her mind confused. She had no long-range plan, only a desperate need to escape from bondage. "I-I don't know," she said, but her mind was racing. "Back to the car, I guess. Away from here. Away from Bart and those awful men!"
"Take me with you?" Jody pleaded, watching her mother pull free and straighten up.
"Of course, dear." Mother love overcame all conflicting emotions. "One of those men had a knife. He dropped it over here."
Amy found the sharp blade and used it to cut the ropes that bound her daughter's arms outstretched along the hitching rail.
Jody straightened up with a sigh of relief, still clutching a severed strand nearly three feet long in the tightly clenched fist of her right hand.
The girl trembled and stumbled when she tried to stand straight. Her knees were weak, her ripening body still rocked by the delightful aftershocks of a tremendous climax shared with two men at once.
Amy hugged her and their lush two bodies quaked together, both soft and warm. "You didn't really like what they did to you, did you, Jody?"
"No, I only pretended so they wouldn't hurt me more."
"Good girl!" Amy's faith was restored. "We'll get back to the car, drive to the next town and call the sheriff. By sundown the Mur-docks and your vicious father will all be locked in a jail! They'll know then what it feels like to be a prisoner."
Amy released her clinging embrace and turned away, looking back upstream for signs of the trail that cunt-licking mule had brought her in on.
Jody stood behind her. The girl's long chestnut hair gleamed in the sunlight, swaying softly as she gripped the two ends of the rope in both hands, flipping a snare-like coil into the slack length between.
Her mother saw the path and took a step forward. "This way, Jody. Follow me!"
The young teen hissed, "No, Mother!" She flipped the rope over Amy's head from behind. She jerked the loop tight around her mother's neck and dragged the gasping woman back. "I've been following in your footsteps far too long!"
Amy gagged and sputtered, clawing at the noose of rope cinched around her neck. She stumbled backward, losing her breath.
"I like being fucked," Jody said as her mother collapsed at her feet. "Best of all, I like the way daddy does it. I'll never understand why you told me that sex is only a duty that a woman must put up with."
"Aaagh!" Amy groaned with hands flailing wildly at the loop of rope cinched tightly around her neck. Jody was dragging her backwards, positioning her feet under the overhead bar of the hitching rail.
"You filled my head with shit!" the girl screamed, pulling the rope tighter. "You made daddy's life miserable with your prudish ways, and then you tried to ruin mine!"
Amy was weak for lack of breath. Her lungs burned like a pair of blast furnaces. Limp hands fell away from the rope pulled so tightly around her neck. Her twitching fingers trailed through the grass.
Jody let go of the rope and grabbed her mother's trim ankles before the woman could gulp enough air. The girl jerked Amy's shapely legs up, spread them wide apart and bound her ankles to the waist-high crossbar of the hitching rail.
Amy shrilled a cry of disbelief. Being subjected to bondage and torment by cruel men was something her mind could accept, but to be bound helpless, flat on her back with her legs raised and tied wide apart by her own daughter was a terror she just couldn't handle.
"You whipped the backs of my hands with m a ruler because I put a finger in my crotch when I was a little girl," Jody recalled with clarity.
"Yes," Amy admitted with a racking sob. "I wanted you to be a good little girl."
"Good for what?" she demanded. "I became the shy little princess you wanted. Daddy loved me for being so sweet and innocent. Then Alita came to live with us, and he's hardly noticed me since!"
Amy moaned as Jody double-knotted the rough strands of rope that bound her spread legs to the hitching rail. "Wha-what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to lick and suck your cunt like daddy did to me. It feels so good, and I want you to know what we've been missing all these years."
"No, Jody!" Amy regarded sex between two women as something sinfully depraved. Between mother and daughter it seemed even worse.
Jody laughed and dropped to her knees, bowing her head between her mother's bound legs. Amy winced, and her puffy cunt lips clenched to repulse the girl's flicking tongue.
Jody breathed deep and caught the heady scent of rich musk mixed with cum. It made her heart beat faster, surging heat through every pore.
"Yyyuuummm!" she cooed lasciviously. "If it tastes as good as it smells, I'm going to love eating your cunt."
"Don't do it, Jody! Oh, please . . . nooo!"
But Jody giggled like a little fiend, bending low and letting her hair sweep across her mother's loins. The touch was soft as fur. Amy's skin tingled and her lush body glazed with shining nervous sweat.
Jody spread her lips wide and dropped to engulf her mother's simmering cunt slit. Her tongue hooked into the stubbornly clenched soft pussy.
Amy's bountiful tits heaved and she sighed in anguished delight. What her daughter was doing seemed unthinkably obscene, but pleasure flowed from her sweeping tongue all the same.
Jody curled the wiggling tip of her tongue around Amy's generous clit and stroked it up and down. The woman's chest swelled with a sharply indrawn gasp. Then she hissed and cried.
"You like it, don't you, Mother? You may deny it, but your juicy cunt pulses and pleads to feel my tongue."
"Hunnngh! I-I can't help it! I go crazy when you tingle my clit!" "I'm going to do more than tingle it, Mother. I'm going to eat it alive!" Jody laughed impishly and dropped her head with lips and tongue swirling.
She flogged her mother's clit with spiral strokes and sucked hungrily on her oozing slit. Jody purred, excited by the taste. She liked seeping cum better when mixed with the tang of feminine fuck honey.
Amy gulped and moaned, driven wild by her daughter's sucking and stroking. She arched her back, straining the ropes that bound her legs raised. "Ooooh, you lewd little bitch! You beautiful, lewd little bitch! Eat me, Jody! Make mother cum!"
Halfass, the mule, watched them impassively at first. But, as the scent of two steaming cunts filled the air, his large nostrils flared wide. He ambled across the grass and stood behind Jody's bent-over ass.
Amy saw the mule licking its leathery lips and shivered delightedly. Jody's sweet-scented pussy would soon feel stimulation more wickedly lewd than what she was so anxious to dish out.
The girl's loud slurping noises kept her from hearing the mule walk up behind her. She felt hot breath on the cheeks of her ass. She looked back, expecting to see one of the men.
"Aaagh!" Jody shrieked in alarm. The mule's enormous tongue was reaching out. "Get away from me!"
Jody turned on her knees, determined to drive the beast off, but Amy reared up and grabbed the girl's long hair. "Don't leave me now. Not for a minute. I want you to suck my cunt and make me cum!"
She forced Jody's gaping mouth into her wet crotch.
"But that God damned mule!" she sputtered. "He'll give you what you're giving me. We'll cum together."
Halfass licked between Jody's creamy thighs and hooked his tongue into her drooling cunt slit. The girl shrieked and moaned, shocked by the swipe of an enormous tongue. She jerked and twisted, but to no avail. The hungry mule swayed his head to follow her anguished gyrations.
Amy clamped both hands on the back of Jody's head and pressed down. "Fuck your tongue into me!"
Jody had no choice. The mule tongued her clit into a shivering rage of excitement. Her body twitched and squirmed, and her tongue flashed out.
She thrust into her mother's cunt, wiggling her extended tongue as Halfass slathered her pussy and ass simultaneously. Jody felt waves of disgust when she thought about an animal touching her fuck holes. But she also felt-pleasure from her cunt slit to her ass.
The mule's tongue was huge, rough and wet. It flogged her clit, parted her pussy lips and sent jolts of lewd delight sparking into her ass. Jody responded the only way she could, by venting hot breath into her mother's cunt and whipping her clit with frenzied tongue-strokes.
Amy shuddered and screamed. Her clit was extremely tender from having been lashed with a leather belt. Jody's tongue felt almost as severe. The surging pulses of pleasure were much like pain.
Jody reacted the same way. Her animal-licked cunt squirmed and seethed, squeezing out cum and fuck honey the mule adored. Her lewd cries of delight were muffled in her mother's crotch, but Amy's shrill wails were loud enough for them both.
They climaxed together, both grunting and gasping as shared contractions rippled in their tongue-ravaged cunts. The taut spasms rocked their bellies like earthquakes.
Amy settled back with a enraptured sigh when the last convulsive wave of pleasure had passed to leave rippling aftershocks. But she kept a firm girp on Jody's head to keep her bent over while the cunt-hungry mule tongue-lashed her to a second and third climax.
Jody was babbling and short of breath by the time Halfass had satisifed his craving for wet cunt. He wandered away to graze in the shade of a nearby tree.
The mother asked then, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Ungh, no . . . not when I didn't think about it."
"Maybe that's the secret," Amy said. "Not thinking, just letting your feelings flow."
Amy released her two-fisted grasp on Jody's hair and let the girl raise her head. Jody's grinning lips were glossed with cum and glistening fuck honey that she licked off with languid strokes of her tongue.
"I think we've both learned something," Jody said.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Alita ran through the woods like a deer. Four naked men with stiff cocks pursued her, fanning out behind to cut off every avenue of escape.
"The one to catch her gets her first!" Pappy Murdock decreed.
That brought a murmur of agreement from the others. There would be no time wasted fighting over the prize. And it added a kind of excitement to the chase.
Emmit was the fastest runner. He gained rapidly on the fleeing girl, entranced by the way her shimmering raven hair flounced with each bounding stride of her long and shapely legs.
She could hear his rasping breath not far behind. Alita jarred to a stop, whirled suddenly and raised the hatchet, prepared to throw.
He yelped, skidded to a stop and snapped up the rifle for a quick shot. Alita saw a tongue of flame spit from the barrel and thought for one brief moment of terror that she was dead.
A sharp cracking sound stung her ears and some unseen force threw her upraised arm far back. The bullet struck the handle of the hatchet just below the head. Wood shattered and splinters flew. The jarring impact wrenched the handle from her hand. Alita wailed in despair and dove to retrieve it. Emmit fired again with the steady calm of an experienced marksman. His second shot broke the handle and sheered off the steel head just as Alita grabbed it up. Her-clenched hand felt another stinging jolt.
From somewhere off in the woods, Bart shouted, "Don't shoot her for God's sake!"
Emmit had no time to answer. Alita threw the ruined handle with all her might. It tumbled over twice in flight and hit him squarely on the forehead. Emmit's eyes glazed, a startled gasp came from his slack jaw and he fell in a heap, breaking the hollow plastic stock of the rifle and bending the barrel as he crashed down.
Alita took off running again, dodging this way and that to throw off her pursuers. That gave Bart an advantage. Only he knew where she was most likely to head-to the boat. He made no effort to follow her zigzag course, but went on straight to the beach.
Emmit scrambled to his feet, dazed but not badly hurt. He blinked away the dazzling lights that danced before his eyes and took off after her muttering curses of grim determination.
Amos was on one side of her, Pappy on the other, both of them closing in. Emmit was coming up fast from straight behind. Alita put on a desperate burst of speed and darted out of the woods, across the beach and toward the boat.
She was looking back and didn't see Bart waiting until she was almost upon him.
Alita stopped then and glared. "You bastard! You sold me out!"
He grinned anxiously. "You didn't obey my instructions. You were supposed to be in the boat and on your way by now."
Alita's face paled.
Bart strode toward her, the width of his lecherous grin increasing. His cock throbbed with a surging pulse made rapid and strong by the chase. "Just be glad I'm the one who caught you," he said.
"You haven't yet!" Alita whirled and ran back toward the woods-right into the arms of three rough men that converged on her like flies drawn to shit.
Pappy, Amos and Emmit swarmed over her all at once. Alita fell screaming and felt her wispy little bikini being torn off. She kicked and thrashed under their crushing weight.
"How're we gonna settle this since we all caught her at once?" Amos asked. He was squeezing one of Alita's firm young tits and obviously looking forward to even greater pleasure with her lithe body.
"Yeah," Emmit agreed. He held her other tit, kneading and squeezing, rolling the dark nipple between his thumb and first finger. "Are we gonna fight it out again?"
"No," Pappy said flatly. "We're gonna take her the same way we caught her . . . all three at once."
Alita cried, "Nnnooo!" She had watched Amy's lush body being fucked by two cocks at once. Thinking that she might have to take on three frightened the girl half out of her mind.
"Let's take her back to the cabin where we can be more comfortable," Pappy Murdock suggested. "Then we'll draw straws. Longest one gets his choice of pussy, ass or mouth."
Amos nodded. "Ain't no way a man can lose, but we best tie her hands and hobble those legs of hers. Don't want to waste our strength chasing her again."
Alita moaned when she saw Emmit coming toward her with a four-foot-long broken limb. She thought he might club her for hitting him so hard with the handle of the hatchet. The other two dragged her to her feet and turned her back on him.
She cowered fearfully, drained completely of her desires. Emmit laid the stick gently across her back, centering it behind her neck.
Pappy and Amos each grabbed an arm. They pulled them out to the ends of the stick and bound her wrists with the remains of her torn string bikini. Emmit brought a short length of rope from the boat and bound the ends of that around her slender ankles, leaving just a foot of slack between. Alita would be able to walk slowly, but not run.
She began to cry.
* * *
Amy and Jody were sitting on the front steps of the rustic cabin when the four leering men walked Alita into the clearing with her arms bound outstretched.
"Oooh, good!" Jody said brightly. "They brought her back, so we'll get to watch."
"We might be too busy," Amy whispered. "There are four of them with stiff cocks and only three of us with cunts."
Jody grinned lewdly. "I wouldn't mind doing another double."
Bart heard that as he approached the step where his wife and daughter basked naked under the warming rays of the sun. Their anxious smiles told him they had somehow resolved their differences.
"You can do another double," Bart said, "but this time it'll have to be the two of you with me. The Murdocks all want Alita right now."
Jody shivered expectantly. "Three of them at once?" she asked. Bart nodded and both women gasped sounds somewhere between sympathy and envy.
Then Amy asked, "After all you've done, are you going to be able to satisfy two women at once?"
"I'm not sure," Bart aid. "But it's something I've wanted to try all my life."
Amy grinned. "There's nothing to stop you now."
"No hard feelings?"
She laughed, feeling better than before. "There's only one hard thing I want to feel now, and it's throbbing between your legs. Just tell us how you want to go about it."
Alita had no say at all in what was done to her. Pappy Murdock and his two powerfully built sons pushed her to the base of the pine where both Amy and Jody had been hoisted to satisfy their demanding lust. She stood trembling with apprehension while Pappy prepared three straws of varying length.
He shuffled them in a gnarled hand held behind his back so the three exposed ends were exactly even. Then he held out his hand.
Amos drew first and picked the mid-length straw. Emmit puzzled over the pair that remained, one long and one short, but which one was which? After a moment, he made the right choice and whooped joyously when he saw that Pappy was left holding the shortest straw.
"I want her ass," Emmit said quickly. "I'm pretty sure that's still cherry."
"And I want her to suck my big cock," Amos declared, "because I love the way her lips quiver."
"It don't matter that I got left with the shortest straw," Pappy said. "I've still got the longest cock, and her black-furred pussy is what I would have picked to fuck!"
Emmit sprawled on the ground and pulled the young raven-haired beauty down with him. She gasped and kicked her hobbled feet. He was on his back and so was she, on top of him with Emmit's fiercely throbbing cock wedged in the crack of her ass.
"Hike your butt up so I can work that big fucker into your little hole."
"Nungh," she groaned, shaking her head defiantly.
"You lift it, or I'll have Pop grab you by the cunt hair and yank it up for me!"
Alita snarled, "You bastard!" But she swung her lithe body into a high arch, knowing that she had no choice. Emmit's stiff cock sprang up right behind her and pressed against the puckered rim of her shithole.
Pappy Murdock dropped on his knees between her loosely bound legs and aimed his long willowy prick at the narrow slit of her upraised cunt. "You're gonna love it when I drive you down onto what Emmit's got lined up behind you."
Alita sighed tensely, her muscles already trembling from the strain of holding herself in the high arch, knowing her ass would be brutally speared from behind the moment she weakened.
The old man toyed with her, wagging his snake-like cock up and down to stroke her protruding clit. Alita gasped and squirmed, so shocked by tingling delight that she found it harder and harder to hold the back-bent position that spared her ass a terrible reaming.
Amos was on his knees above her head, sliding a hand under her neck. He lifted and tilted Alita's head back. Looking at him upside down, she saw his engorged cock throbbing
ISO fiercely above her tensely drawn lips.
Pappy leaned over her and slanted his springy old prick into her squirming narrow cunt. Alita shied back from him instinctively, but then felt Emmit's much thicker cock ram her in the ass. Alita yelped and sprang back into the high arch, driving Pappy's cock deeper when she did.
The old man said, "Hhhmmm, prod her again, boy. I like it when she bucks and pushes her sleek young cunt at me!"
Emmit pressed into her from behind. Alita's mouth flew wide open to scream, but Amos stuffed his cock in before she could utter more than a sharp little gasp. He plugged her throat with hot prick and his father's thrusting loins hammered her down on Emmit's erect cock.
Alita's lithe body convulsed, stabbed full of three viciously hot pricks all pulsing with lewd vigor. She was getting hammered from above and below.
She felt the fiery heat of tortuous strain in her ass while Pappy's long prick reached delightfully taut depths that had never been touched.
Alita's chest swelled with breath meant to expel a scream, but Amos's thick cock plugged her throat like the cork in a bottle of champagne. The pressure built up inside and made the lewd teen dizzy with eerie delight. Her rigidly tight ass relaxed and her strained throat became more supple as thrilling heat from three sources weakened her will to resist. She pumped her hips and sucked with a gurgling moan. Chilling fear gave way to the fiery heat of pleasure unlike anything she could have imagined before.
Bart grinned contentedly when he saw that Alita was enjoying herself at last, bounding up and down like a wanton caught between two cocks while she frantically sucked on a third.
He told Jody to he down on her back in a place where the grass was soft. "Amy, you get on top of her like you were going to fuck clit-to-clit."
Amy said, "That sounds like fun, but then what are you going to do?"
"Mount you both," Bart said. "You're going to share my cock instead of squabbling over it. One thrust into my lusty daughter, then one into my luscious wife."
* * *
A full day would pass before the strangely reunited family had sated their hunger for sexual pleasure. The next afternoon, they set out in their yellow boat again. The Murdocks lined the shore, helping them launch, waving them off and wishing them well. By then there wasn't a stiff cock left in the bunch.
Amy, Jody and Alita had sampled them all in various combinations. They drifted into the swift current at midstream, all stroking their paddles, eyes intent on the rapids ahead.
Over the ominous roar, Amy asked Bart, "Where do you think all this will lead?"
He shrugged, not sure of the answer himself. "Life is like the river. Once you plunge into the current there's no turning back . . . who knows what's around the next turn?"
Amy flashed a loving smile and clutched his hand for a moment. "At least now we all have the courage to find out."
"Yeah, and you better hang on tight. From here it looks like one hell of a wild ride!"
They plunged ahead all together, and nobody thought to look back.
