Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands, the kidnaped 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 FAMILY IN BONDAGE Janice Morrison finds herself and her family in just such a situation. Held captive in a deserted warehouse, she not only meets her captors' sexual demands but, to her horror, finds herself responding to them. Janet and her children are forced to indulge in acts that are not only forbidden by society, but also by their own moral code. Yet, in spite of their shame, they turn the experience into a positive one, uniting them as a family.
This is a shocking story, the story of one family's reaction under stress. Yet, who are we to judge their response?
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Oh, you stud!" the black-haired, big-titted girl cried. "You great big fucker!"
Behind her, a slim, blond youth grunted with exertion as he drove his erect, pole-like length of cock deeply into her pussy. The short black skirt of the girl's maid uniform was up around her hips, and beneath it her brown ass was bare naked. Her tits were squashed down on the table she had been dusting when the young man had snuck up behind her.
"You-unnh!-really ought to start wearing panties while you work, Carmen," the youth said. The slimy walls of her cunt closed around his thrusting prick. He felt the lips of her twat sliding down to the base of his cock, giving his crotch a juicy kiss.
"Oh, Senor Roger!" the dark-skinned girl said. "If I did, you could not give me such pleasant surprises. Oh, but your cock is so big!"
Roger Morrison put his hands on Carmen's . asscheeks. The firm flesh was cool beneath his palms. He could feel the ripple and play of her muscles as she worked her hips around the impaling bar of his prick. Carmen's pussy sucked him like a wet, demanding mouth as he started to fuck his giant prick into her.
The girl let go of the dustcloth and can of Endust. Her black hair was spilling into her face. She brushed it away, then reached back to pull the globes of her butt farther apart, allowing the boy to cram even more of his cock up her snatch.
His quivering cock made a noise like a plumber's helper working on a drain as it plunged into Carmen's pussy. The black-furred cunt was wet and wanton for his fucking, and as always Roger marvelled at the almost-virgin tightness of the Chicana's pussy channel. The Morrison family maid had certainly done her share of fucking in her twenty years. The way she was expertly fucking the youth to climax this very moment was proof enough of that! She must have done special exercises to keep her pussy in shape.
It felt as if he had fucked into a cement mixer. The girl's butt was rolling around and around his pumping prick, and at the same time her hips kept rocking back and forth. The sensations her movements gave Roger's cunt-soaked prick were fantastic!
"That's the way!" the brunette purred. Her cheek was pressed against the shining tabletop by the rising fury of Roger's balling. "You know the way to fuck a girl! Let me feel that big cock of yours. Give it to me clear to my tonsils!"
Sliding his hands up around the girl's surpris-ingly narrow waist for better leverage, Roger did his best to make her wish come true. The rocking and rolling half-moons of her buttocks were sheened with the sweat of lust. He could feel excitement tingling in her flesh like an electric current.
God, this chick got him going! Just walking into the room, unheard by the maid, and finding her bent over the coffee table was enough to give Roger a raging hard-on. And the knowledge that under the short black skirt, already riding high up her ass, Carmen Sanchez was wearing nothing but skin-it was almost too much to take.
Of course, knowing the girl would meet his erotic advances with a sigh of passion and a slutty wiggle of her rump, and that his rock-hard cock would find her pussy wet and dripping with the juices of, desire, made it all even nicer!
Roger was eighteen years old and had just graduated from high school, and no other boy in his whole class had had anywhere near this kind of luck. To have a sexy and incredibly skillful piece like Carmen around the house on a regular basis was something special, but the fact that she was ready, willing, and able to meet his every sexual demand any time of day was almost too much to believe! Especially since Roger had found out in his early teens that his sexual needs were a lot greater than most people's.
Of course, his endurance was greater than most men's as well, and he could seemingly come and come and keep getting it up forever. That, and the thick, heavily-veined, brownish-red eight inches of cock that Nature had endowed him with, had made him very popular with the girls at Walter Williams High. But he had never met a girl like Carmen!
The soft sounds of footsteps almost made Roger turn. Carmen was groaning and writhing, her red nailed hands squashing her asscheeks together around his cock as he fucked it into her. She wouldn't have heard anything if a tank drove through the den.
Sandy! he thought with a momentary twinge of alarm. But what the hell, it wouldn't hurt his baby sister to see- him putting it to the hot-blooded maid. In fact, it might do the girl a world of good.
As if to compensate for her older brother's randiness, sixteen-year-old Sandy Morrison was the world's most compulsive virgin-or so Roger had thought ever since he was fourteen and his then twelve-year-old sister had reacted in horror to his suggestion that he give her a little sex education first hand. At twelve, the auburn haired girl had possessed a slim, willowy grace that turned Roger on something fierce. And in the intervening four years, it seemed that she'd grown constantly more desirable.
In the doorway, the tall adolescent girl stood. Her hazel eyes were wide open with shock. The couple in the den were angled so that they were looking away from her, while she had a clear view of Roger's fat prick driving in and out of Carmen's hot box.
"Harder! Harder!" Carmen urged. Her swollen nipples were pressed deep into her cushiony boobs as she squirmed her chest around on the shiny surface. She put her hands on the edge of the table and pushed back hard, fighting to take ever more of Roger's cock into her needy pussy. "Fuck me hard and split me open! Fuck me till I come! Ohhhhhh, you fucker, you big, big fucker!"
The coarse lewdness of Carmen's language spurred Roger on, the way it always did. It also shocked his sister. Sandy was standing transfixed in the doorway, holding the curtain open as if to pass through.
The hanging strands of the curtain came together with a whisper of sound as Sandy took a step backwards. "Hot damn!" she heard her brother say, his voice hoarse with passion. "How do you keep your cunt so nice and tight?"
Sandy's breath seemed to catch in her throat. How could people behave that way? It seemed so wrong, so ... disgusting! Sandy felt a stirring of nausea in her stomach.
Then she realized the stirring wasn't in her stomach. It was too low. And it wasn't nausea either.
Slowly, reluctantly, hating herself for her weakness, Sandy reached up to part the curtains. Even before she saw them, Sandy knew the pair by the coffee table were about to come. Their cries and moans were so intense that the slender adolescent's insides seemed to knot up. Uncon-sciously, she dropped a hand to her crotch. The white fabric of her shorts was cool beneath her palm.
Foaming cunt juice sprayed Carmen's butt and Roger's hairy crotch as he fucked the maid furiously. Each time his groin slapped into her rump, she cried ecstatically. "Oooh! Ahhhhh! Fuck me! Fuuuuuuck me!"
The youth's balls flapped in time to his fucking.
Every time he drove his mighty prick into the Chicana's greedy slit they swung up to be kissed by her dripping twat lips. A shiny film of cunt juice covered his ball-sac just as his plunging, pulsing cock was covered with the slick, sweet stuff.
His strong fingers dug deeply into the olive skin of Carmen's waist as he fucked into her with an agonizingly long, rising stroke. It had enough force to raise the girl's knees off the floor. "Aaaah, Roger! That was the best yet!" she cried.
"Get ready," Roger grunted. "I'm about to blow off in your hot little cunt!"
"Yes! Yes! Come right now!" Carmen pleaded. She wiggled her butt frantically around the thick pole of cock sliding out of her snatch. "Shoot your hot jizz up my aching little pussy! Let me feel that great big prick shoot off in my cunt! Oh you fucker! You big stuuuuddd!"
A noose of hot flesh clamped down just behind the flared hood of Roger's long cock. Only the swollen head of his prick was in Carmen's cunt. It seemed to be caught by the hungry spasming of the maid's pussy.
The pressure released, then clamped down harder. Off again, then on even harder. Roger moaned and drove the full length of his cock into the girl's cunt with a lunge like an Olympic fencer. His nuts slapped into her splayed twat lips with a wet smack, and he blew his wad.
"Your come!" the black-haired girl screamed.
"It burns! I can feel it-you're coming up my hungry pussy!"
Roger's only answer was an animalistic groan as his furiously pounding prick pumped spurt after spurt of jism into the girl's roiling cunt.
Strong brown hands crushed and kneaded the cheeks of Carmen's ass around the exploding prick. Roger's eyes were closed in ecstasy as he screwed her. It was as if the pair were in another world, as they moaned and sweated and fucked and came.
Unseen in the doorway, Sandy Morrison was cupping one budding young tit with one hand while the other massaged her cunt. Her nipples were hard inside the cups of her bra. The crotch of her panties were wet from watching the couple fuck.
Milky white come bubbled up around her brother's cock, where it was swallowed by the bearded mouth of Carmen's cunt. The breath caught in Sandy's throat. Her heart thudded against her ribs.
She had never seen sperm before. And this was her own brother's!
"That was good. Like a bomb exploding in my cunt." Carmen's knees buckled. Roger's deflating cock slipped out of her snatch as she slumped toward the floor. It was slimy with cunt juice and jism. Sandy watched fascinated as a long string of gooey white come stretched from the tip of her older brother's prick to the gaping pink lips of the maid's snatch. It broke and dropped to the floor. "That pussy of yours sucked me dry! It was like having my dick in a milking machine." Roger skinned his T-shirt off over his head. He was lean, hard-muscled.
"With your big cock in it, my poor little pussy can't stop coming. It could die of exhaustion if-oooh!"
The brunette's words trailed off in a moan of pleasure as Roger began licking the insides of her thighs. She lay on her side, raising one leg. He lapped up the satiny flesh and then his tongue dipped into the richness of her pussy.
He's drinking his own come! Sandy thought. The idea repelled her so that for a moment she didn't even think about the fact that her brother was also licking a girl's pussy. The thought of a person putting his mouth on another person's sex organs would normally be enough to sicken the auburn-haired teenager. But this was Roger-her own brother-slurping his own sperm and semen from the satiated cunt of the wanton black-haired maid with the big tits. It was disgusting. Repulsive.
But then why was Sandy's own cunt quivering with strange excitement? What was the unfamiliar scent in the air, that clung to her fingers? Why was she getting turned on?
"Your tongue is nice," Carmen said lazily, stretching like a cat. "You know how to lick a girl's pussy to make her hot again soon. I hope you are ready quickly. Oh! That's it! Stick your tongue up me! Shove it up my cunt!"
Sandy could see the muscles stand out on her brother's jaw as he stuck his tongue deeper and deeper into the oily mess of Carmen's cunt. She sighed softly and stuck a hand in her blouse. The nipple poked insistently into her palm. The hand on her jug felt odd, as if it belonged to someone else.
The probing tongue slipped out of Carmen's twat with a sucking noise. It lapped along the pink flesh separating the girl's cunt from the pucker of her asshole. Sandy felt a hot wave wash over her as her brother's tongue circled Carmen's anus once, then began to ease it open.
A bare brown leg waved in the air. Carmen held her plump thigh in both hands, supporting it. In this position her ample buttocks were widely parted, allowing Roger's eager mouth easy access to her poopchute.
Oh my God! Sandy thought. His tongue! Roger is sticking his tongue up that bitch's ass! It was gross. But her fingers were undoing the top button of her white shorts, pulling down the zipper. Her hand closed over the panties that covered her pussy. Then, reluctantly, she slid her fingers inside the elastic waistband. The crinkly pubic hair scratched her palm. The tip of a finger touched the top of her slit. Sandy bit her lip. The fingertip went between the inner pussy lips. Instantly it was drenched in aromatic cunt sauces.
With practiced ease, Carmen relaxed her sphincter muscle and let Roger's tongue go into her ass. She let him ream her for a while. His tongue swirled around and around in her butt. Then she tightened up. The muscle clamped on his tongue, trapping it. He wiggled his head as if trying to free his tongue.
"Oh, hey babe, that's nice!" Carmen purred. One of Roger's hands was playing with her pussy while the fingers of the other tried to pry her asshole open.
"Chinga!" Carmen breathed. "What a stud. What a man! Your great big cock is all ready to go! So soon-what a fucker!"
Roger finally pulled his tongue out of the maid's ass channel. "Yeah, it's getting cold out here in the breeze," he told her. "It wants to slip into something nice and warm and tight!"
Instantly the voluptuous dark-skinned girl rolled over on her back. "Hey, you've talked me into it," she said. "Go right on ahead and fuck me up the butt with that great big greedy prick!"
Roger's ball-sac tightened at her words. It was a turn-on to him to hear the girl talk that way. It would be a real head trip for Sandy to hear it too, he thought, suddenly remembering his unseen audience. He knew she was still lurking at the doorway.
The maid brought her legs up and back till the front of her thighs pressed down her ripe boobs. She grabbed behind her knees and leered at the blond youth. He hiked himself up over her. He aimed his massive prick at the tiny opening in the Chicana's saucy rump.
Oh no! thought his sister. He's going to stick his cock in her ass! How could he? Inadvertently she pressed up with the finger in her cunt. It touched her clit. The little pleasure button stood stiff and sensitive from its protective fold of flesh. The contact shot hot white bolts of pleasure shooting through her crotch. They flashed like lightning in her brain. She sagged against the doorframe.
Through lust-blurred eyes Sandy watched her brother's cock prod at the goose-pimpled flesh around Carmen's asshole. Then suddenly it stopped probing, seemed to stiffen still more. Sandy's initial disgust was overwhelmed by awe. The little slut was doing it! She was taking Roger's enormous cock into the tiny passage in her butt! Sandy felt a stab of sympathetic agony. Her brother's prick was so huge, and Carmen's asshole so small-how could she stand it?
From the look on the maid's pretty face, she was having no trouble standing it. Carmen's were closed, the red full lips parted slightly. Roger was grinning down at her. She was loving it!
The cone-shaped head of his cock entered the girl's upturned ass. Roger lowered himself till his shoulders rested on the backs of her thighs. Then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the mouth.
Muscles stood out on Roger's back. His buttocks were pressed tightly together with the effort as he strained to force his mammoth cock into Carmen's reluctant asshole. His legs were spread wide and Sandy had a clear view of his cock sliding with excruciating slowness into Carmen's butt.
Unconsciously, Sandy slipped her finger deeper into her cunt. Her cunt walls seemed to enfold her finger and suck on it like a nursing infant.
"Jesus," Carmen said softly. "It's soooo big! I can hardly believe how big your cock is!"
"I can hardly believe how tight your ass is! I ... can . . . barely . . . force my way ... in!" Roger grunted with a sudden surge of effort. "Ooooooh-Christ!"
Sandy could barely restrain a gasp as six inches of her brother's prick disappeared abruptly into the maid's asshole. Carmen squealed like a pig in heat, then laughed.
"Oh, it hurts!" Carmen cried. There was more pleasure than pain in her voice. "You didn't grease that telephone pole of yours! You're going to tear my poor little ass apart!"
"Not fucking likely!" Roger exclaimed. "I forgot about that asshole of yours. It's as well trained as your pussy!"
"It's only greedy for your beautiful big cock, just like my cunt!" Carmen laughed. "My ass can't get enough of your prick! Owwwwaaaahhhh-oh!" The slow withdrawal of the youth's unlubricated prick tore a wail from the girl's throat. But the Chicana wagged her impaled ass enticingly even as she moaned
Sandy's breath was coming faster and faster. She was finger-fucking herself as furiously as her brother had been fucking Carmen's pussy with his cock a few minutes before-and it looked as if he'd be fucking her butt in a few seconds more! Roger poised for a moment with just his cockhead buried in the tight, dry butthole, then he plunged his whole prick into Carmen's ass.
The brunette's scream was piercing. But her butt came up off the floor to meet the agonizing thrust of cock. Sandy rolled her nipple as she watched her brother start to pump his big dick in and out of Carmen's ass.
"You're hurting me! You're tearing me apart! But it's gooooood! Oh, don't ever stop, you great big fucker! Rip my ass apart with your big huge cock!"
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Roger murmured. Her cries and writhing turned him on incredibly. "Shit, your butt is tight! And hot! And it feels like my cock is in a meat grinder."
"Just keep putting it to me, big stud!" Carmen begged.
"I will-shit, I'm about to come again!"
"So soo-unnngh!-so soon! What a man! Fuck me! Fuck my butt!"
Roger did. His giant stiff prick slid in and out of Carmen's ass almost as fast as he had fucked her well-oiled pussy.
All thoughts of disgust faded from Sandy's mind. The adolescent was hot-hotter than she'd ever imagined possible. The unfamiliar warmth in her pussy was a raging inferno now, stoked by her plunging, pumping finger and the lewd spectacle in the den. She was on fire with lust, and she was about to explode with the first orgasm of her life!
"You're about to come! I can feel it!" Carmen exclaimed. "Hurry! Come in my ass! I want to come too-your jizz will bring me off! Hurry!"
To emphasize her plea, Carmen tightened the muscles in her ass with all her might.
"Holy shit!" Roger yelled as his cock was crushed in an erotic vise. "Now I'm coming!"
A shudder racked Sandy's body. The walls of her cunt suddenly collapsed around her deeply-buried finger. Her knees turned to jelly and she collapsed.
The spasming of Sandy's pussy sucked her finger deep into her belly. A blast of pleasure surged up her spine and seemed to blow off the top of her head as she came. Her body jerked and danced like a spastic puppet's, in the control of a force she'd never known before.
Liquid fire jetted from Roger's cock. It seemed to sear the tender channel of Carmen's ass, raw and sensitive from being fucked by the thick, dry cock. She screamed and his cry joined with hers as their bodies melted together in orgasm.
Wet noises filled the air as Roger pumped the girl's rectum full of come. The thick creamy jism soon was smeared all over his thrusting cock, and he fucked her all the faster, caught in the grip of a seemingly endless orgasm. She was writhing and twisting around the impaling staff of his prick, tossing her black hair from side to side in a delirium of forbidden ecstasy.
Orgasm after orgasm hammered Sandy like a sledgehammer as she watched the pair spend their lust in a frenzy of fucking.
Her hand was out of her blouse. Her fingers were locked on the doorframe to hold her up. Her other hand seemed to possess a life of its own. It was fucking her virgin quim relentlessly, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure coursing through her body.
Roger buried his cock full length in Carmen's ass as it gave one final spurt. For what seemed like an eternity they lay that way, looking into each other's eyes while their bodies quivered as the tides of passion ebbed.
At last he pulled his cock out. Carmen's ass clung to it till the last. When it popped out, a torrent of cum ran down her asscheeks.
Roger rolled off the maid. His body was sheened with sweat. Carmen's juicy thighs gleamed with perspiration.
"What a man," she breathed reverently. He grinned and rolled onto his back.
"You can come in now, Sandy," he said maliciously. He could see the dim figure of his younger sister stiffen on the other side of the curtain. "Carmen and I are going to a party now, so we're not going to do anything more real nasty-here. 1, uh, hope I'm not disappointing you."
The teenaged girl gasped. Hastily she pulled her hand out of her pants. -Then she stood up and stepped into the den to confront her brother.
Chapter Two
"Let's invite her along," Carmen suggested, straightening her lushly padded body.
"Huh?"
"Let's have your baby sister come to the party." The maid's black eyes flicked at the tall girl in the doorway. "She might like to see what happens, no?"
Roger stood up and stretched. "She does seem to have some voyeur in her," he said. "Hell, why not? Maybe she'll learn something."
With fumbling fingers, Sandy was doing up her fly. She could feel her cheeks blushing hotly. "I will not!" she said, trying to sound firm. "I was not spying on you! I wouldn't think of watching your-your screwing!"
Roger and Carmen broke out laughing. Sandy blushed even more furiously. "I suppose you spend all your free time playing with yourself outside the door to the den," Roger said.
Tears welled up in Sandy's hazel eyes. "I do not!" she sobbed. "Oh, leave me alone!"
"She's just a child," Carmen said. Her long dark eyes were mocking. "You shouldn't tease her, Roger."
"Hell, Carmen, she's got to grow up sooner or later," Roger said. "Let's take her with us." "I-I'm not going," Sandy snuffled defiantly. "Yes, you are. Or I'll tell Mom you were spying on us!"
Sandy glared at her brother through red-rimmed eyes. Neither their mother nor their stepfather minded Roger's sexual adventuring. But the idea of them finding out about her own brief session of self-abuse frightened her somehow.
She'd always been much more sheltered than her brother. Partly it was because she was a girl. But partly it was because of that terrible time, years ago...
Roger and Sandy's real father was a man named Hank Scovill. A small merchant in a Midwestern town, he had been ruined by a combination of bad investments and an embezzling partner. He had taken work as a garage mechanic. He had also taken to drink, and to nursing the idea that the whole world was turning against him.
Hank Scovill took his fears and suspicions out on his family. Sandy could dimly remember the screaming fights he had had with their mother. The least word could set off a violent argument.
He took his rage out on his children, too. For some reason four-year-old Sandy had gotten more abuse than her older brother. And one day Janice Scovill had walked into the living room to find her husband punching the little girl with all his might.
Janice had broken a lamp over her husband's head. He had dropped his daughter and broken his wife's jaw with a hard right. Then he had run out of the house and driven off.
He ran a red light, piled into a pickup truck. When the driver of the pickup had gotten out, Hank Scovill had shot him dead with a .38 he carried in the glove compartment of his car.
A judge had ruled Hank Scovill criminally insane.
The divorce had come through just before the commitment papers. Janice had taken her family and moved West, trying to leave the past behind.
She had met Philip Morrison, fifteen years older than she, an engineer who'd been all over the world, holder of a hundred and fifty patents that were making him a mountain of money. She had found both love and security with him and with a new father the two children had had a normal life since then.
But Sandy was still treated as a piece of fragile china. She loved her mother and worshipped her stepfather. And she would just die if either found out she had been watching Roger fuck Carmen while she played with herself!
"I'll go," she said at last. "I'm not afraid! I'll go with you to this ... party!"
Roger grinned lewdly at her. "You won't regret it, Sis," he said. He had gotten his pants back on and was pulling on his shirt. Then he stopped. "But how are we going to get her out? How are we going to get her past Moon-she isn't supposed to be out this time of night."
Moon was Philip Morrison's personal bodyguard. He was a Korean, a former drill instructor with the elite Tiger division of the Republic of Korea's army. A smiling short man with the build of a brick wall, he was equally adept with weapons or with his bare hands. He was also charged with looking after Morrison's stepchildren. If Sandy tried to go out this late on a Friday evening, he would politely but firmly refuse to let her go.
The black-haired, full bodied maid was standing up. With her maid's dress pulled down, she looked as if nothing had happened. "Let me take care of that," she smiled.
Roger Morrison's car was a sporty white Mustang. Roger and Carmen walked, up where it was parked in the broad gravel drive. Carmen had changed from her maid uniform into tight blue jeans and a worn maroon sweater. From the sway and bobble of her big jugs, it was very obvious she hadn't bothered to put on any underwear with her change of clothes.
"Where are you going, please, Mr. Roger?" came the soft Oriental baritone. Moon appeared out of the shadows at the side of the house. He was dressed in slacks and sports jacket and a lemon-yellow shirt, open at the base of his broad throat. Roger felt a lump in his throat. The youth didn't like the idea of trying to put one over on the bodyguard.
Then again, he wanted Sandy to come to this party. It might just loosen her up some. And besides, this was a free country, wasn't it?
"Up to the Heights," he lied. The party was on the West Mesa, and the Heights section was on the eastern side of the city. "A party with some people Carmen knows." He allowed himself a smirk of adolescent lust. "I'll be back pretty late."
Moon nodded, standing with his muscular forearms crossed. Roger walked to the Mustang and unlocked the passenger door. He held it open for Carmen.
When they were out of sight of the house, around a tree-shaded bend, Roger stopped and flashed the headlights. There was a pause, and then Sandy stepped out of the bushes. She had a light jacket thrown over her shoulders. She looked scared, but defiant. Carmen got into the back seat, and Sandy got in by her brother.
"I thought you'd chicken out," he said. Her only answer was a glare.
The guard at the gate to the mansion flashed his light into the car. "But, Miss Sandra isn't-"
"It's okay," Roger cut him off. "Moon said we could."
The guard's brow wrinkled, but he waved them past. Roger broke out laughing.
"You should not have done that," Carmen said from the back.
"I just couldn't resist," Roger said.
Following Carmen's directions they went first to an address in the Heights, to pick up a friend of Carmen's. He was a medium-height, skinny Chicano with gleaming, shoulder-length hair. He slid in beside Carmen, and she kissed him.
"This is Paco," she said. "Paco, these are Roger and Sandy Morrison. I work for their old man." Sandy and Roger nodded and smiled politely. As they drove off, Sandy could tell her brother was troubled. He was bothered by Carmen's kissing the newcomer.
Sandy heard a sound and turned. What was going on in the back seat would have bothered her brother even more.
Carmen had the newcomer's jeans opened and was busily sucking on his big, hard cock.
Carmen saw Sandy looking at her and gave the girl a lewd wink. Sandy felt blood rush to her cheeks as she blushed. Then Carmen sat up. Paco's wet cock quivered in the air.
"Paco and me are old friends," Carmen said unfastening her jeans. Her plump ass came up off the seat as she wriggled the denims off over lushly padded hips.
Sandy dropped her eyes to the brunette's crotch. The black triangle of cunt fur was dark between her firm, ripe thighs. The passing streetlights outlined Carmen's bare legs in silver.
Paco licked his thin lips. With the pants worked down to her knees, Carmen lifted her butt from the vinyl seat again. This time she scooted clumsily across till her rump was poised over the erect pole of Paco's cock. The pale half-moons of her ass dazzled the Chicano youth's dark eyes.
Jet-black eyes locked and held Sandy Morrison's hazel ones. Carmen's ass lowered. Sandy heard nasty squelching noises as the lips of Carmen's cunt kissed the wedge-shaped head of Paco's long, skinny dick. Carmen's curt was juicy and ready. Sandy didn't know whether the maid's snatch was always that wet or whether she could just get aroused and oily at a moment's notice.
The car was filled with the aroma of hot, oozing twat. Roger sniffed curiously.
"Oooh, Paco baby," Carmen cooed. "Give me your dirty love! Put it to me, man!"
Roger glanced around. The car swerved as he saw his girlfriend lowering herself onto the newcomer's prick. Her thighs were parted and he could see the stiff length of Paco's prick sliding easily into the greedy mouth of the girl's pussy. He gulped. His face was very pale in the light of the passing streetlamps.
The blond youth had to turn his head then to steer the car down the entrance ramp and onto the freeway. Sandy took her eyes off the lascivious spectacle behind her. She glanced at her brother. His jaw was set.
The car shot off the ramp onto the freeway. There weren't many cars on the road this time of the evening. Roger gave it everything, driving his foot down to the floorboard.
Paco grunted as the force of acceleration drove Carmen's well-greased cunt down hard onto his cock. He could feel her cool, pillowy buttocks pressing into his lap. The splayed lips of Carmen's cunt kissed the base of his cock. Aromatic pussy juices leaked over his ball-sac.
"Yes, yesssss!" Carmen hissed. The car jerked slightly as Roger slammed it into a higher gear. He kept the accelerator glued to the floor. "Oh, Roger, you're a genius! This hot little car has got Paco's big cock crammed all the way up my hot little pussy. Ahhhh, what a fuck!"
It was cruel. Sandy glanced at her brother's taut face, then back at the pair in the back seat. Carmen's pretty face was lifted, eyes closed and lips parted in a look of sheer erotic ecstasy. She was grinding her ass in Paco's lap now, working the educated muscles of her cunt around and around the entrapped bar of his cock. The young man had his arms around her. His hands eagerly cupped her huge tits. He was biting his lip, and sweat ran down his face.
Suddenly, Sandy felt hot and uncomfortable all over. Even in her shorts, the warm evening was making her sweat. Then she realized it wasn't the heat that was making her feel strange. At least not the heat of the night.
It was the heat from the back seat that was getting to her!
She glanced at her brother. Roger was feeling it too. His fly was pushed way up by his huge cock. His face was still pale and strained at having to listen to his girlfriend fuck some stranger in the back seat of his own car-but he was getting turned on! And so was Sandy!
"That's the way, Paco," Carmen cried. "Ram that big cock up my snatch! Now pull it out again! It feels so good coming out. Oh, so fine! You're going to pull my poor snatch inside out!"
The hatchet-faced youth wasn't saying anything. His eyes were closed and his breath came raggedly as he fucked her with rising fury. Her rock-hard nipples poked into his palms. His throbbing prick was buried in a mass of slimy, slithery, sucking flesh. Every inch of its length was incredibly sensitive, incredibly receptive to the delicious sensations transmitted from the girl's wanton cunt!
"In and out!" Carmen cried breathily. "In and out! Does my pussy feel good to you, baby? It likes you. It thinks you taste good!"
Roger and Sandy exchanged looks. His moment of heavy-footed irritation had passed. The Mustang had almost slowed down to the legal speed limit. If Roger was still upset about Carmen and Paco fucking like this, he didn't show it. All that showed on his face was rapidly increasing lust!
The wet sloppy sounds of fucking continued. Carmen kept describing what was going on in lewd detail. Sandy squirmed her little butt around and around on the vinyl seat. Her panties felt sticky, and she knew her pussy was leaking excited juices into them.
The teenager was at once shocked and aroused. She had never dreamed of a performance like this before!
"Oh wow!" Carmen exlcaimed. "The head of your cock is in my pussy! My Funt lips are just hanging on! You like this, Paco?"
Paco groaned and grabbed her around the waist, trying to drag the precariously-poised girl down onto his hungry prick. Her ass was in his face again, white and lovely. She held herself there for a long instant while Paco fought to pull her pussy back down on his prick. Then she dropped her weight, impaling her pussy on his tremendous length of rigid prick. "Oh, man," he muttered.
"Aiieee! Your cock is long!" Carmen reached up and ran her hands through her long black hair. "Your prick is sticking up into my belly! My pussy is on fire! It's burning up! Put out the fire in my pussy with your come, baby! Fill me up with fizz!" Sandy licked her lips. Carmen's tits flopped as she fucked herself on Paco's long dong. The teenager heard a sound, and looked at her brother. He had unzipped his pants and was frantically jacking off, one-handed, while he drove with the other.
The sight of her brother's big cock at close quarters fascinated Sandy. It was enormous! Eight inches long or more, and fat in proportion, with thick purple veins crawling along its spectacular length. The fat cone-shaped head was purple in the streetlights, and seemed to gleam.
Roger looked over and saw where his sister was looking. One hand cupped her virgin cunt in a lewd gesture that nearly made him shoot his load all over his pants. He may have just come twice in the past hour, but he was so horny now he could barely stand it! What a show that slut Carmen was putting on in the back seat!
Sandy was staring at her brother's erect cock the way a bird watches a snake. Roger reached over and grabbed her by the wrist. He steered her small white hand towards his giant prick. Her hazel eyes widened, but his beautiful baby sister didn't resist. Her big eyes glittered with lust.
Carmen's scream broke the spell. "Eeeee-yahhhhh!" she cried. "I'm coming! Blow off in my cunt! I'm coooommmmmiinngg!"
Carmen's writhing cunt clamped down on Paco's cock. He yelped in surprise as he buried his full length of prick into Carmen's climaxing quim. His prick throbbed and spat a wad of come into Carmen's pussy.
"Man! Oh baby, you're coming!" she cried. "Come in my pussy! Let me feel your jizz fill me ups"
Sandy snatched her hand away. Revulsion overcame her. The black-haired hussy carrying on obscenely in the back seat was disgusting enough, but the idea that she had come close to touching her brother's prick-to jacking him off, her very own brothet Roger-that was almost too much to bear. She slumped back, as far away from him as she could get. But still she was unable to tear her eyes off that tremendous prick!
Roger shot her' a glance of disgust and disappointment. Then he wrapped his hand around his pulsing cock again.
There was a slurping, sucking noise from the back seat. Then Carmen's luxurious black hair was falling into Roger's lap in a tickling cascade. "Can't get baby sister to service you?" she. asked, her voice hoarse with passion. Her tits were draped over the back of Roger's seat. The swollen nipples threatened to burst through the flimsy sweater. "Let me take care of it then."
Carmen's hand gripped Roger's big cock. Carmen aimed the prick toward her red-lipped mouth and planted a kiss on the very tip. Roger moaned and bucked. Carmen parted her lips and slid her mouth down the thick cock.
Sandy's hand had crawled back into her crotch again. Behind Carmen, Paco had leaned forward. The lanky Chicano was now reaming out the sloppy mess of Carmen's cunt with his tongue. The brunette's moans of pleasure were muffled by the thick plug of cock stuffed into her pretty face, but the fluid motion of her hips was enough to show how much she was digging Paco's cunt-eating. Massaging her own oozing pussy, Sandy wondered if all males liked to suck their own come out of a girl's cunt.
Carmen's agile tongue curled like a snake around Roger's cock. She sucked his prick constantly while her lips and tongue worked on its sensitive length. God, the slut could give head!
Sandy watched her brother rock gently back and forth as pleasure surrounded his cock. The sucking noise of Carmen's mouth working on Roger's prick, the slurping of Paco eating the brunette's come-filled pussy, filled the air of the car. So did the heavy, damp smell of Carmen's greedy twat.
Like arr' automaton, Roger steered the car off the freeway. Some part of his mind followed Carmen's instructions on how to reach their destination. The rest of his being concentrated on the ecstasy of having his cock so expertly sucked.
Clamping down with her teeth, Carmen brought her head up. Her even pearly teeth flayed Roger's cock like skinning knives. He gasped and stiffened. Carmen stopped when her teeth were closed behind the hood of his cock-head. Then she folded her hands around the massive girth of cock and began to pump up and down.
It was too much. "Shit!" Roger whispered, then came in Carmen's mouth.
Sandy saw her brother freeze. He held there for a long moment as if paralyzed. Carmen kept pumping and sucking his prick. She made a groan of satisfaction, and then Sandy saw white bubbling come leaking out around her brother's prick.
Come dribbled down Carmen's chin. Her small pink tongue came out and lapped up the creamy goodness around her full red lips. "Turn up here, babe," she husked. "What a man! And you just keep sucking my pussy, Paco!"
Roger's big cock was still hard as a rock, and it was covered with a shiny coating of spit and sperm. Carmen dropped her head and greedily began scouring his messy prick with her tongue. As she licked at his dick, Roger turned off the pavement onto a rough dirt road. Ahead loomed the bulk of a dark warehouse.
Sandy didn't hear Paco doing up his trousers. She was still too wrapped up watching Carmen licking her brother's cock like a big fleshy popsicle. She was vaguely aware of her brother bringing the car to a halt in front of the building, shutting off the Mustang's engine, and dropping his hand to stroke the back of the Chicana's head.
A light glared in Sandy's eyes. Everything happened at once. Carmen fell back into the back seat with a wild laugh. Roger's door was jerked open from the outside, and a huge black revolver was thrust into his startled face. Then Sandy's door flew open, and she was being dragged from the car by Paco.
Chapter Three
Kicking and screaming, Sandy was carried toward the dark warehouse. Paco didn't seem to outweigh the teenager by much, but he was immensely strong. For all her struggling, the tall girl could not get free.
A huge, bearlike man was threatening Roger with the gun. "Come on, boy," he snarled. "Out of the car. Slow and easy now, or I'll blow you in half!"
Stunned, Roger obeyed. The bore of the pistol looked like Carlsbad Caverns. He tried to shut the door behind him, but something stopped it. Cautiously, he turned his head.
Carmen stood by him. Rather than pulling up her jeans she had simply shucked out of them. She stood there with the lower half of her body gleaming palely in the moonlight. Her pussy was a shadowy black triangle between her thighs.
"Oh, you stud!" she mocked. "You great big fucker! You stupid bastard! You thought I was hopelessly in love with that horse cock of yours. Ha! My brother Paco is twice the man you are-"
She stopped when she saw the stunned look in Roger's eyes.
"Oh, you did not guess?" she asked. "Paco is more than just a casual acquaintance. He is my brother. And you're going to make us both rich!"
Roger looked at the bear like man with the gun. "You'll never get away with this," he said. "My dad would never pay ransom to a bastard like-"
His head rocked to an open-handed slap.
"Open your mouth again without I ask you, punk," the gunman growled, "and I'll blow one of your legs off. Just 'cause we gotta keep you alive to collect the ransom don't mean you have to be in one piece! Get a move on!"
He gestured with the gun toward the warehouse.
Roger shot an angry look at Carmen, standing half-nude and wanton beside him. At a prod from the huge pistol, he turned and followed Paco and his prisoner.
Inside the warehouse, the gunman yanked him inside by the arm and closed and barred the door behind him.
They were in a corner of a vast, abandoned building. This part had been partitioned off by wood panelling, made into crude living quarters with beds, chairs, tables, and a stove.
The big man with the gun gave Roger a shove. He turned and fell onto a pallet. When he turned over, his captor loomed over him.
"Look at me, rich boy!" he sneered. "You think your daddy's money's going to help you? The only way he can get you back is to buy you. He's helpless-just as helpless as you are, you lilly-livered gutless sonofabitch!"
Enraged, Roger started up. The gun in his face stopped him.
"You ain't goin' nowhere boy," the big man said. "And you're gonna do what you're told. Lie down!"
Glaring, Roger obeyed. Paco stood nearby, holding Sandy's arms behind her. He was grinning. The huge red-haired man walked over and grabbed the girl's chin. He tilted her head back to look at her face carefully.
The man's cheeks were covered with a week's growth of beard, brick-colored and stubbly. His breath reeked of stale booze. Sandy tried to twist away.
"So this is what she looks like," the man murmured. His eyes, Sandy saw, where hazel with gold flecks, just like her own.
"You gonna be a good girl?" he asked.
Sandy shook her head defiantly. He slapped her hard. She blinked back the tears but didn't cry out. "You're gonna be a good girl," the man said, "or I'm gonna mess your brother up bad. Under-stand?"
Reluctantly, the girl nodded. He took her roughly by the arm and steered Sandy to where her brother lay.
"Good," the redhaired man said. "Now, suck his cock!"
Sandy gasped and stared at him, then tried to get away. He twisted her arm cruelly behind her back, forcing her to her knees.
Roger started to his feet. The man clipped him with the gun. He fell back, a bruise forming on the side of his head.
When the car door flew open, Roger's first impulse had been to try to zip up his pants. He hadn't been very successful, though he had somehow managed to cram that outsized prick back inside his white jeans. Now his cock was stirring, pushing up the fabric.
Using the gunbarrel, the man spread Roger's fly open. Sandy saw her brother's hose-like cock, swelling before her eyes.
"Sandy ... don't," gritted the blond youth. Roger had been eager enough to get into his baby sister's pants before. But now, he wanted to protect her from whatever degradation this wild-eyed shabby gunman had in mind. He was angry with his randy prick. He could feel it hardening, betraying him. "Don't let this pervert get his cheap thrills watching-"
The big man laughed. "You got some guts after all," he guffawed. "But don't you try to be heroic, girlie!"
He put a hand between Sandy's shoulders and shoved. The girl fell forward, across her brother's lap. She could feel her brother's prick burning beneath her cheek.
"I told you to suck his cock," the gunman snarled. "Now hurry up and wrap your little sweet mouth around big brother's prick, or I'll blow one of his legs off. Now!"
Sandy lifted her head. Roger's cock sprang to half-mast. It seemed to radiate heat.
"Sandy, no," her brother whispered weakly. But his traitor cock was waving before her tawny eyes, desperately begging for attention.
Stomach churning, unsure of what to do, Sandy reached out and touched her brother's cock. It jerked. She felt it harden. She stared at its purple head, hesitating. Behind her, she heard the pistol being cooked.
"Suck on it!" the harsh voice commanded. "Now!"
Frightened, the girl opened her mouth and lunged.
Roger gasped. He couldn't help it. Nor could he help the way his mighty cock leaped into instant, raging erectness at the first tantalizing, wet touch of his sister's lips.
The heady, meaty flavor of cock filled Sandy's mouth. Her senses reeled. Could this be happening? It was all happening so fast-Carmen and the stranger who turned out to be her brother, leading them into this trap, the maniac with the gun, and now she was being forced to put her mouth on her brother's big, swollen cock!
The inflated reddish-purple head of Roger's prick throbbed inside Sandy's mouth. It felt rubbery and hot. She could feel the boy's heartbeat, coming fast and hard.
"Get to work!" the gunman commanded. Experimentally, Sandy ran her tongue over the cock-head in her mouth. Her saliva was like liquid fire. Roger quivered and put his hands to his sister's head. If he could only pull her head away from his dick! But it was no good. He couldn't face the certainty that the large red-haired gunman would carry out his threat to shoot him.
And Sandy's cocksucking, inexperienced as it was, was too good to give up!
His cock vibrated with pleasure as Sandy's lips and tongue worked over it. The girl's mind was a blank. She couldn't allow herself to think about being forced to lick and suck on her brother's prick in front of the gunman and his grinning accomplices, or about the future, and what that might hold for her and her brother. They had been kidnapped, by a madman who was obviously a sex pervert as well. What abuse and sexual humiliation could they expect at his hands?
Suddenly she felt rough hands grabbing at her auburn hair. Her head was dragged down onto the spike of her brother's cock.
"When I tell you to suck cock, bitch," the red headed man snarled, "I mean, suck cock!"
The incredible girth of Roger's cock forced Sandy's jaws painfully apart as her mouth was driven onto it. She could feel the red-hot underside of his big prick rasping across her tongue.
To her brother, the sensation of having his prick forced down his baby sister's unwilling mouth was unbelievable. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. He could feel the resilient wetness of her tongue being compressed by his dong going into her mouth. Her panicky breath fluttered around the base of his prick. A tremor in her cheek muscles transmitted pure pleasure to the youth's cock. Sandy was hating it, wanting to fight, wanting to spit the nasty, forbidden, pulsating prick out of her mouth.
Sandy gagged. The muscle spasm caught Roger's cock, already primed and ready to come yet again. Roger gritted his teeth. He bucked his hips upward, driving another inch of prick between his sister's strained and unwilling lips. He grabbed her long reddish-brown hair.
Sandy was still gagging and choking, with her mouth impaled on her brother's outsized cock. Her ass twitched inside her skimpy white shorts. Her supple, nubile young body writhed like a snake on a hot stove. Her hands pressed against her brother's thighs. No thought now of saving her brother-she wanted that cock out of her mouth, now! But at the same time, her brother was not about to let that delicious feeling leave his prick. He was the one holding her head in place now.
Suddenly the girl stiffened. A low moan escaped around the meaty stopper of his cock. Roger's back was arched, bringing his taut butt clean off the pallet. For a moment he hung there, suspended. Then his butt dropped with a thud. Instantly his narrow hips drove up again, fell back, drove up.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sandy "Mmmmmmmmmnnnnn-nnngggh!" Her brother was coming in her mouth!
She felt the first warning pulse of his cock. Her throat muscles were still trying to reject the invader, and its action was milking Roger's cock like a machine. Then she felt something jet into the farthest recesses of her throat.
An acrid tang filled Sandy's mouth. The big prick seemed to be exploding. It furiously pumped what seemed like gallons of boiling jism into the girl's throat.
Oh God, oh God, oh God! the girl thought with sick horror. A man is coming in my mouth! He's spewing his sperm all down my throat! I never thought-how could anybody-my brother! My own brother's cock is coming in my mouth!
Delirious, Roger pumped and fucked his load into his sister's pretty face. The rushing ecstasy of orgasm overwhelmed him. This was his sister Sandy! How long he'd longed to get into her! Screw the circumstances-he could feel guilty later. All that mattered right now was coming off in his baby sister's hot little mouth!
At last his huge prick sprayed forth the last of the load of sperm simmering in his balls. Even then his cock continued to jerk and jump in Sandy's mouth as the fury of his orgasm slowly died. Sandy felt the gooey come filling her mouth, leaking out her lips and dribbling down her chin. Some leaked into her nose. She choked and coughed.
As Roger relaxed, Sandy jerked her head away, eyes shut tight. She shook her head from side to side, coughing violently. Droplets of Roger's sperm flew from her lips and chin.
She stopped shaking her head and opened her eyes.
Her brother was looking at her. Sexual satisfaction vied with sick, guilty shame in his eyes. Their gazes locked. Then Roger looked away.
As if in a dream, Sandy became aware of rough hands fumbling with the fly of her shorts. Her white shorts came off an instant later.
"The hot little bitch has been coming in her damn panties," came the gruff voice of their captor. Sandy was on her knees with her trim butt in the air. The shorts were pulled down her thighs and a stubby finger prodded her snatch. She accepted the touch docilely. She was too numb to act now.
A thumb hooked the elastic band of her frilly panties and simply tore the garment off her. "Nice little butt," the big man's voice came. "Paco, why don't you take a crack at her?"
Eager footsteps shuffled forward. Roger heard a zipper being undone and he rolled to his side as if to rise. At once the big black revolver was aimed at his face. He froze.
"She-she's still a virgin," he whispered. "Then it'll do her good to get fucked."
Roger's gaze met Sandy's again, as if to say, I tried. Her eyes were dull and lifeless. They didn't change expression when Paco dropped to his knees behind her.
Then her hazel eyes closed and she bit her lower lip. Her head went back. Roger could see her curving, white throat.
"Aaaaahhhh," Sandy said.
The soft sigh was torn from her as something long and hard slipped into her cunt from behind. It took her dulled brain a moment to realize that it was Paco's cock. From watching him fuck Carmen in the car, Sandy knew his prick was slender but incredibly long.
Going into Sandy's virgin twat, it seemed endless.
When the head of the Chicano's prick first forced its way between her tight cuntlips, Sandy's pussy channel had been dry as a bone. The initial pain of entry of cock into ungreased cunt had drawn the groan from her throat, but it had turned into a sigh of pleasure almost instantly. Immedi-ately her pussy was awash with the aromatic oils of lust, welcoming the intruding prick as eagerly as any harlot's!
In and in the long hard prick slid. It still hurt some. But the friction was so sweet! It was like nothing Sandy had ever before experienced. Her first encounter with masturbation, with her own fingers-was it only a few hours ago?-while watching her brother fuck that treacherous slut Carmen, had been nothing like this. This was a million times better!
The girl had been exposed to sex for the first time that night. She'd had her first orgasm. She'd seen men fucking their cocks into a woman's pussy and eager asshole. She'd seen them lap the rich white yield of their lust from Carmen's insatiable quim. She'd seen Carmen suck her brother's dick till it went off like a pistol in her mouth.
She'd seen her world turned upside down. She'd been threatened with a gun, and had been forced to suck her brother's cock and drink down every drop of come his churning balls had to give. Now she was being stripped and used like a hunk of meat for the pleasure of a brutal stranger.
And she was liking it!
She'd been through a lot. To be enjoying the feel of Paco's cock going into her cunt to the hilt was shameful. She should be saving herself for marriage, though now she had little choice. But she was enjoying it! She was enjoying being raped!
The dark youth's lean crotch bumped into her upturned ass. His crinkly pubic hair rasped her tender pink pussy lips. Paco yanked his cock out of her dripping cunt.
The Chicano had gotten turned on watching the haughty bitch being forced to grovel, to suck her brother off. Serve her right, the rich bitch. He was so horny he could hardly stand it, but he'd stuck his cock into her snatch gingerly. Her brother said she was a virgin. Hell, Paco's sister Carmen had told him that when they were planning this job. The pale-assed cunt might still have her cherry, and Paco didn't want blood all over his nice cock-nor on the pants that were pooled down around his knees. But when he fucked into her, he found he had nothing to worry about. And he got the pleasant surprise that set him off, fucking the lovely young prisoner like a jackhammer.
"Hey-unnnh!-shit man!" he groaned, sweat starting on his forehead. "This little slut's cunt is all wet and ready for it. She's hot to trot, man!"
The next forward stroke of Paco's cock lifted Sandy's knees off the cement floor. They dropped back with a crack a second later, but Sandy hardly noticed. The fast and furious fucking she was getting would have been something to remember for an experienced woman. And this was her first time!
Cunt juice flew in a fine, sweet-smelling spray as Paco pumped in and out of Sandy's pussy. She was whimpering low in her throat in unabashed, lascivious pleasure. The Chicano was taking her like an animal, like a horny stallion. But the degrading position seemed to make it all the more delightful now.
For the first time in their sheltered lives, Roger and Sandy were experiencing a real, forbidden, illicit thrill.
Even without the added thrill of wickedness and danger, the sheer, unbridled, masculine power of Paco's fucking would have driven the lovely auburn-haired girl crazy. Her pussy was getting stuffed full of unbelievably long cock with piston-like drive and energy.
The girl didn't know how to roll her ass around the cock as it fucked in and out of her, to soak the last drop of pleasure through her needy pussy walls. She just stayed there on knees and elbows and took it, time and again, loving every second-and every inch.
Paco was digging it, too. The girl's twat was impossibly tight-he'd almost forgotten what virgin cunt was like. When his sister first broke him in, she was thirteen and had already been getting laid for two years. Yet, when he fucked into Sandy's greedy little gash, it seemed as if he'd never even known what tight was!
Roger was watching like a hawk. He saw the change come over his sister. All the blood seemed to drain from her face. Her lithe body tautened. Then the girl quivered like a plucked bowstring.
"Oh God!" she whispered. "Oh God, I can't believe it!"
"What'd you say, baby?" Paco grunted, ramming his cock home with a slap of crotch against ass.
Sandy screamed her answer. "I'm COMMMMiiinnnggg!"
Paco thought his prick was being crushed. It was like a mineshaft collapsing on his prick. The breath whooshed out of his lungs. Sandy's young pussy was going berserk with orgasm. It was strangling his poor pecker like a boa constrictor!
"Madre de Dios!" he gasped.
Paco came then. His cock sprayed sperm like a firehose, drenching Sandy's cock-grinding cunt channel with thick whiteness. His prick was a blur of motion, driving in and out of the girl's snatch. Cunt juice and jism slimed its length. The gooey mess splattered in all directions as his crotch bounced off her butt again and again.
Sandy thought for sure she'd die of pleasure. Her whole body jerked to the pounding rhythm of her orgasm. She came and came in wild ecstasy, feeling that lovely cock fill her belly with hot come.
The transition was so smooth she barely noticed it in her fog of climax. The skinny cock popped out of her snatch to spurt drops of sperm all over her snow-white buttocks. She barely had time to moan in disappointment before her cunt was stuffed full of hard, driving cock again.
But this wasn't the same cock. Not by a long shot! She opened her eyes to see if her brother was on his knees behind her, fucking her with that mammoth prick of his. But no, he was still lying there, watching her rape through narrowed eyes.
Sandy didn't know anything about screwing except that it was a hell of a lot of fun-but even she could tell that that was no common cock being shoved home in her dripping, coming quim. It was immense. It stretched the elastic walls of her pussy almost beyond endurance, and the tearing twinges of pain that the bigness of his invading cock caused added spice to her never-ending climaxes.
The new prick was at least as long as Paco's, but it was at least as big around as her brother's! It felt as if a telephone pole had been stuck up her cunt when Sandy fmally felt her cunt-mouth wetly kiss the base of the prick. Then it pulled out again, and the girl gasped as the vacuum threatened to turn her pussy inside-out.
It was the big man, of course. He apparently had a prick to match the rest of his size. And the power of his fucking made Paco seem like a crippled eunuch!
After a few hammering strokes the giant cock pulled out of Sandy's snatch. It made a loud pop when it came free.
"Oh, please," begged Sandy. "Please put it back! Put that great big cock back in my pussy!"
She couldn't believe it was her, Sandy Morrision, saying those words. But her pussy needed that cock the way she'd never needed anything before. Sandy had to have it.
She got it. And instantly regretted it.
The gargantuan hunk of cock didn't slip back inside Sandy's aching quim. Instead a big hand cupped one perfect asscheek and a broad thumb prodded at her dainty poopchute. It stretched the little opening as wide as it could. Then Sandy felt the rubbery tip of the vast cock poke at the hole in her ass.
"God, nooooo!" she shrieked in horror.
Roger started up again. The man still had the revolver. He cocked it as the youth gathered himself to spring. The gaping muzzle was inches from his face.
"You just keep still, boy!" the large man growled.
"You leave her alone! If you hurt Sandy, I'll-" "You'll what?" The gunman laughed.
Sandy fought him all the way. But it was hopeless. He wrapped one huge hand around her slim, girlish waist as the other held the pistol unwaveringly on Roger. She could hear Carmen laughing now, a high keening sound. She could hear the wet squish, squish, squish, as Carmen crammed four fingers in and out of her every-ready twat. Carmen was certainly getting her kicks!
The lust-hardened head of the redheaded man's cock felt like a wedge. Slowly but surely it forced open the tight, tiny hole in Sandy's bottom. Sandy thought he was tearing her anus wide open.
Then he was inside. The greased pole of his cock started to slide up the girl's ass channel.
The cock gathered speed as it went into Sandy's ass. The pain was indescribable. It was like a spiked mace being crammed into her tight, tender rectum.
"Aiiiieee! Stop! Please stop!" howled Sandy. "No! Stop! Slower! At least, don't go so fasssttt!" Like a runaway freight train, the tremendous prick was hurtling into the girl's butt. Agony exploded in her brain and she screamed and screamed again.
Sandy was being torn apart. The big man was fucking his big cock in and out of her as ruthlessly as Paco had. Only the Chicano's cock had been working in her wet and wanton cunt, not her ass! Her asshole wasn't built for this! She knew her delicate internal membranes were being shredded by the brutal assault of the cock.
Behind her, the big man was groaning with lust. Roger's face swam in Sandy's vision, pale and strained. He could read the torture written on his lovely sister's features, and that was tormenting him.
Fortunately, it couldn't go on long. To Sandy it seemed like a pain-racked eternity. But the giant redhead with the monstrous prick was too horny to hold out long. He'd gotten turned on forcing the young lovely to submit to his will. And her little asshole was so damn snug that he felt almost sure it'd grind his poor cock to a nubbin. But what a way to go! And the way she was moaning and mewling and wiggling her butt around ...
The first shot of his come was like salt on an open wound. Sandy's ass channel felt raw and abraded, and the sudden seething dose of come stung unbearably. She shrieked again. Her body seemed to be on fire. She cried and howled and flopped while the fat, iron-hard cock spat burst after burst of sperm into her unwilling asshole. She could feel every pulse of his coming cock, seeming to tear her ass more and more.
Finally the giant prick gave a last spit of come. Then it was still. The large man braced his hand against a ripe asscheek and pulled his rapidly-weakening pillar of cock from Sandy's violated asshole. Her arms, locked against the awful onslaught, gave way suddenly. The girl fell forward. Her auburn hair spilled across her brother's naked crotch.
For a few seconds Sandy lay there, breathing heavily. She felt soiled, debased, ruined. The pain in her ass was a steady throb. She wanted to die.
Then she was being pulled up by the hair. She cried out at his new pain, and then her head was being twisted to face her captor.
"Did you like it?" he asked coarsely. "N-no!"
The big man grinned. "You didn't?" he asked in phony amazement. His gold-flecked hazel eyes bored into hers. "You honestly mean to tell me that you didn't enjoy being butt-fucked-by your own father?"
Sandy and her brother from the safety of their home, who had already forced them to submit to sexual degradation, whose hot come was still oozing from Sandy's violated asshole-was Hank Scovill, their real father!
It hit Roger at the same time. With a snarl of anger he was off the pallet, leaping for the gunman's throat. Sandy cried out as she sprawled on the concrete floor of the warehouse, propelled by a violent shove. Then the long black barrel of the revolver swung around hard. Roger felt blinding pain slam into the side of his head. White light filled his eyes, and then blackness.
Chapter Four
Sandy gasped. Her lovely face went blank with incomprehension. Then it crumpled in agony as the import of the big man's words hit her.
"You honestly mean to tell me you didn't enjoy being butt-fucked-by your own father?" The words seemed to hammer into her brain.
The red-haired giant who had plotted to pluck.
Slowly Roger blinked back into consciousness. His head throbbed with a dull, red ache. His eyelids felt glued together.
With an effort Roger opened his eyes. Light stabbed them. He slammed them shut once more. He tried to sort out the glimpse of his surroundings he'd gotten, coordinate it with the fragments of memory floating around the inside of his skull.
He'd been having a nightmare, he knew. He'd been heading for a party, and Sandy and that hot bitch Carmen were coming along. They'd picked up some other kid and Carmen had fucked him in the back seat, then sucked Roger off while he drove. And then ...
Roger opened his eyes. The light wasn't as bad this time. It was sunlight, early morning, streaming in through the windows high up along the walls of some vast, hangarlike building. A warehouse, he realized. Just like in his nightmare.
Then a small movement caught his attention and his eyes flew wide open despite the pain.
For an instant he thought he was still dreaming. Then he knew he wasn't, what he was seeing was all too real, and then he realized it wasn't a nightmare.
A figure seemed to float in midair, pale in the morning sunlight. His tortured eyes made it out to be a female form, nude, suspended by a rope tied around the wrists and passing through some kind of block and tackle in the ceiling. From the auburn hair streaming down the naked back, Roger recognized his sister Sandy. She did not seem to be conscious. Or was she dead?
"Hey, the big He-man is awake," came a familiar-sounding female voice. The sound of it made his skull ring.
Roger twisted his head to look at Carmen. His hands itched to get around her lovely, treacherous throat, but they were tied behind him.
"What have you done to Sandy?" he hissed. "If you've hurt her, I'll-"
"What're you gonna do, all tied up like that, big man?" the black-haired girl asked.
She was wearing a jacket several sizes too large for her that must have belonged to her brother Paco. It hung down to the ripe tops of her thighs, but she hadn't bothered to zip it up more than a couple of inches. Beneath, her magnificent body was naked. He could see the firm dome of her belly, the deep cleavage between her jutting, heavy boobs.
Bound, head-throbbing, hating the girl's very guts, Roger felt his outsized cock give an eager pulse of response to the lewd spectacle Carmen presented.
"Getting a hard-on so early in the morning?" Carmen asked mockingly, and Roger suddenly realized he was naked too. And very, very cold.
Paco walked into view. The wiry Chicano youth was clad only in a pair of grease-covered blue jeans. He carried a bucket of water. "Time to wake up, sweetie," he told the suspended Sandy, and threw the water on her.
Her nubile young body wriggled and began swinging as she stirred into wakefulness. Her hazel eyes slowly opened and she moved her shoulders, as if to ease their discomfort. Then her eyes fixed on Paco. Sandy gave a little cry that turned into a sob.
"Hey, girlie, what's the matter? We ain't gonna hurt you none."
"Not much," a deep voice said. "Just a little bit, to show brother Roger what'll happen if he tries to get cute again."
Hank Scovill strode into view, wearing a yellow robe. He walked up to his bound daughter and began to turn her, inspecting her as though she were a side of beef. Then he turned her to face Roger.
Sandy's pretty face was blotched from crying. Fresh tears glistened on her cheeks.
"What do you mean?" Roger demanded.
He wasn't long in finding out. Carmen was somewhere out of sight, and Hank Scovill was running his hands over his daughter's shivering body. Then the black-haired maid came back into Roger's field of vision, and the boy's blood went cold.
Carmen was carrying a six-foot long whip of braided black and white strips of leather. Her coarse, pretty features were twisted into a look of anticipation that made Roger's stomach turn.
"You cold, baby?" Scovill asked Sandy, who had not yet seen Carmen with the whip.
The auburn-haired teenager nodded miserably. In response the six-foot leather tongue whistled through the air and wrapped around Sandy's slim hips from behind. The long knotted thong at its very tip snapped into the brown-furred mound of the girl's cunt.
"Owwwwwww! Aiiieee!" shrieked Sandy. Her body writhed like a speared eel in the air. Her unbound legs kicked. Her bare skin glistened wetly. Crack!
Sandy's body turned to the impact as she screamed with agony. Roger saw the angry red line cutting across the crack of his sister's ass.
Carmen's huge tits bounced around on her chest as she stood leering at her victim. "What's the matter, Sandy baby?" she taunted. "Don't that feel too good? Why, maybe you should ask your stepdaddy to fire me!"
Sandy was sobbing. Her ass stung as if it were on fire. Her shoulders ached from supporting her weight. Her young mind threatened to snap at the treatment she was undergoing. To be kidnapped, raped, then tied up naked and whipped by an evil laughing brunette who was obviously getting incredibly turned on by tormenting her-it was too much for Sandy to take.
"Why are you doing this to her?" Roger demanded. "Why?"
His father-his real father-laughed at him. "Just what I told you-son," he smiled. "I want to show you what will happen to baby sister if you don't cooperate. Or even if your old man doesn't." His face suddenly darkened. "Your old man! Ha! The bastard that slut mother of yours hitched up with after she had me put away. She thought she was rid of me, eh? You all thought you were rid of me, didn't you? I'll show you!"
He spun to face Carmen, who was standing with her bare legs spread and one hand inside the jacket, playing with a swollen, sensitive nipple on one of her mountainous jugs.
"Whip her!" Hank commanded. "Whip her till she begs for you to stop! Take some skin off the little bitch!"
The whip whistled through the air. Like a serpent it twined around Sandy's belly. The tip flicked the very tip of one of her small, firm boobs. She yelped at the sudden sharp stab of pain.
The whip slithered away, rasping the girl's tender skin. Her nipple pulsed painfully in the cool air of the warehouse. Carmen ran her tongue around her full; red lips and struck again.
Another red weal appeared across Sandy's snowy ass-cheeks. Then another, and still another. "No, no, stop! Pleeeaaase stop!" Sandy begged. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks as the whip spun her like a top on the end of the rope.
Carmen was rolling her own cherry-like nipple under the palm of her hand. She crushed it into the resilient flesh of her tit, feeling the waves of pleasure it sent over her whole body. The pleasure of seeing the little bitch squirm in pain, of feeling the whip bite tender flesh and hearing the girl's pleas and cries-what a trip!
"No, don't! Not again! Please, not again! Roger! She's ripping me to shreds! Help me-do something!"
The words tore at her brother's brain. He struggled to get to his feet, the muscles in his arms and shoulders standing out as he fought the ropes that tied his wrists.
"Go ahead, kid," Hank Scovill told him. "Try and stop little Carmen. Just remember that if you actually get in her way, we'll just take that out of your little sister too!"
The snapping sounds of leather on nubile young flesh were coming like shots from a machine-gun now. The Chicana's face was a mask of ecstasy. The look on her face was like nothing human as she flogged the helpless, naked girl.
On his knees, Roger glared at his captors.
"Oh!" Sandy cried, an edge to her voice like broken glass. "My ass! My ass is on fire!"
Crack!
"Aaaaaaaaaah! My breasts-not my breasts! Don't whip my tits, plea-ee-eeeYAAAH!"
Sandy's body was a patchwork of thin red lines. Her skin looked even whiter than usual under the netting of welts. Her legs flailed and her auburn hair whipped the air as she tossed her head in agony.
A familiar tang filled the air. Roger sniffed, then snarled. It was the aroma of Carmen's cunt, ready and eager for action, dripping with the slimy cunt sauces of lust. She was finger-fucking herself frantically, all ready to come-because she was whipping Roger's little sister.
The furious whip strokes slowed. Carmen was panting like a tired dog. Roger could hear the rhythmic squelching sounds as she plunged her fingers in and out of her oozing pussy. The maid seemed to be considering what to do next.
A couple of quick flicks of leather to the tops of Sandy's thighs made the teenager kick with renewed vigor.
Carmen waited an instant, then struck again. The tip of the lash went right between Sandy's thighs and snapped the wide-open lips of her pussy. Sandy's back arched and a hideous wail escaped her throat. Roger wanted to hide his eyes from the awful spectacle of his sister's pain and degradation, but he couldn't make himself look away. His fingers itched for Carmen's throat.
Again the whip licked at Sandy's cunt. Again it was as if the beautiful adolescent was being electrocuted. Her shriek was hoarse, piercing and endless as unbelievable pain racked her body.
Twice more Carmen lashed her victim's exposed pussy, while she fucked herself with three long nailed fingers. Then suddenly she cried out and dropped to her knees on the concrete floor of the warehouse.
One huge tit hung out of the open front of the jacket. Carmen's ass was pointed right at Roger's face. Only the top of her ass crack was covered by the jacket. The bound youngster could see the inviting pucker of her asshole, the gaping, dripping slash of her cunt looking like a red, raw wound. Even fifteen feet away, the rank smell of her twat was almost overpowering.
As though drawn by a magnet, Carmen's hand came back to her snatch. She stuffed her cunt full of fingers. Roger gasped. The brunette's pussy seemed to be sucking her whole hand! He could see her voluptuous body shake with the fury of orgasm.
As her tormentor masturbated herself to climax after climax, Sandy stopped thrashing. At last her long legs hung limply beside the half-naked Carmen. The bound girl's toes were six inches off the floor.
Cunt juice was cascading down the insides of Carmen's ripe thighs. "Fuck me!" she gasped. "Somebody, fuck me now!"
With a bellow of lust, Hank Scovill lunged forward, tearing off his robe. His mighty cock was powerfully erect. Getting a good look at it for the first time, Roger realized where his own enormous prick had come from. It was the legacy of his natural father.
The big redheaded man went to his knees behind Carmen's upturned butt. He wrapped one hand around his massive prick and took aim. Not for her seething, climaxing pussy-that was still crammed full of thrusting fingers. No, it was the dainty portal of Carmen's ass toward which he steered his mammoth cock.
The little butthole looked tinier than ever in comparison to his giant prick. The blunt tip of Hank's cock jabbed at Carmen's tightly-shut anus.
Hank put his free hand on one of the girl's asscheeks, and began to spread her meaty hams. When the raven haired beauty realized what Hank was trying to do to her, she didn't resist. "Oh yes!" she cried happily. "Fuck my butt! Fuck that big fat cock of yours right up my little asshole. Split me to my chin, baby!"
The well-trained sphincter muscles of Carmen's asshole relaxed. Nine inches of thick, rock-hard, unlubricated cock began to force its way into her poopchute.
It was Carmen's turn to wail in pain. The prick being crammed into her butt felt as if it were tearing her body apart. But her cries had a different tone than Sandy's had. Where Sandy's shrieks had been edged with fear and horror, Carmen's were tinged with sheer erotic ecstasy.
Roger remembered butt-fucking the wanton brunette-when was the last time? Was it only the night before? God, that seemed to be in another world, another existence. Then, too, Carmen had howled with the agony of an ungreased cock corn-holing her. And then, too, the pain had seemed to turn her on to the max. She must enjoy experiencing pain as much as dishing it out, the boy realized.
Carmen had taken her hand away from her pussy to help brace herself against the relentless onslaught of Hank Scovill's cock. "God, it hurts!" she wailed. "But it hurts so good! Put it to me, big boy! Cram your cock all the way up my shit chute!"
Muscles tensed, the redhaired man shoved right up against the matched globes of Carmen's ass. His deeply-buried cock pulsed inside the tight dry channel of her butt.
Roger could not see the look on his father's face. The man seemed to be quivering with excitement, on his knees, with his cock in Carmen's ass. He was still the powerful man his son remembered. His massive frame had gone only slightly to fat, around the belly.
Hank pulled his cock out of Carmen's ass. White fire seemed to pour into her brain. She cried out, screwing her cock impaled rump around and around.
"God fucking damn," Scovill murmured.
With a tremendous effort, he pulled his prick out of Carmen's ass. When only the flared head of the prick remained, gripped by her asshole, he drove his hips forward again.
It felt to Carmen as if it were a white-hot iron, not a huge stiff prick, that was being driven into her body. She shrieked and came. Fragrant juices spilled out of her gaping twat.
Hank could feel the muscle spasms exploding like bombs within the Chicana's supple body. He was fucking in and out of her dry ass channel almost as if it were a wet cunt, Carmen was going wild, her body controlled only by her raging passions, and it felt as if his cock were being ground to a nubbin. But how good it was!
To his right, Hank Scovill saw the dark triangle of his daughter's pussy fur. Hunger welled up inside him. His big hands reached out, around Sandy's slim hips, cupping her ripe young ass-cheeks. Sandy gave a little cry as he.,touched her swollen, tender ass-cheeks, but she continued to hang limp as though unconscious.
Then her long slender legs were draped over her father's shoulders and his breath was hot between her thighs. At the first featherings of expelled air on her cuntlips, her pussy tunnel was instantly awash with the waters of lust. Without breaking the pounding rhythm of his anal fucking, Hank Scovill began to eat his daughter's pussy.
It was as if the shock and torture and humiliation had had a liberating effect on the teenaged girl. His hungry lips had no sooner touched the mound of her cunt than Sandy's legs were wrapped around his powerful neck, as though trying to shove his face deep into her quim.
Noisily, Hank began to slurp and lap at Sandy's cunt. It was boiling hot. Though Sandy had never had her pussy sucked before, she took to it like an old pro. "Oh, yes," she murmured, hazel eyes still shut. "That's it. Do it to me! Oh, lick my little pussy-daddy!"
Hank's prick gave a throb in Carmen's ass. The Chicana sobbed with passion as another orgasm thundered through her body. The power of his fucking sent her into a delirium of sexual joy. Sandy was cocking her hips back and forth, fucking her oily twat on the greedily gobbling mouth of her father. The stubble on his cheeks and chin tickled the soft insides of her thighs. The agony of her beaten ass subsided in a warm glow of pleasure.
Having her cunt eaten out was good! Her father wasn't using any finesse. He was devouring her as though trying to eat her cunt whole, sucking and licking and chewing madly as his lust increased to the boiling point. His arousal transmitted itself to Sandy, and her butt squirmed as her pussy struggled to take in more of his delightful mouth.
Later, Sandy would recall the way her nipples had stood up when Carmen flicked them with the whip. At the time she'd thought it was the pain, but later she would wonder whether or not it had turned her on. She had become hot and horny so instantly when her captor had begun to orally ream her cunt, that in seconds her pussy oils were whipped to a froth and smeared all over his chin.
At any rate, it wasn't long before Roger heard her yell again. "Oh God!" she screeched. "I'm COOOMMMIIINNNGGG!"
Her pussy contracted, caught his probing tongue and sucked it way, way in. Hank gave a muffled cry of surprise, and then his gargantuan cock jerked and throbbed and shot a huge wad of come into Carmen's asshole.
In the throes of her climax, the suspended teenager was wailing like an air-raid siren. Over Sandy's passionate cries came Carmen's voice: "You're coming! You great big stud! Oh, you fucker, fuck my butt full of jizz! Yes! Oh yessssss!"
Sandy's head was thrown back. Roger watched her pulse throbbing in her throat. Her budding tits jumped to the rhythm as she fucked her hips back and forth, screwing herself on her father's tongue as though it were a cock.
"Your tongue is nice! Suck my pussy! Suck me inside out!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Tear me apart! Spew your come clear to my tonsils!"
The air was full of passionate cries and moans. Hank Scovill's cock spurted like a pump, filling Carmen's asshole with hot come while his mouth filled his daughter's cunt with joy. They made a bizarre tableau, the brunette on her hands and knees with the jacket riding up around her waist, eagerly taking in the fat and fountaining cock, while Sandy Morrison rode her father's shoulders and reveled in the feel of him eating her pussy.
Then the massive cock gave a final shot of sperm. Hank's cock pulsed for several seconds more before the fury of coming died down. Straining his muscles, he pulled his cock out of that incredibly tight asshole. His hands were still crushing Sandy's cunt against his avid lips. Then the hose-like prick came free with a pop like a Fourth of July firecracker. Carmen's asshole drooled ropey strands of come.
Sandy was still moaning with pleasure. Slowly the fires of her climax died away. She unclamped her thighs from around her father's thick neck. And finally her legs fell, to hang limply down his broad back.
Chapter Five
"No, Mom," Roger said in a hoarse whisper. "I can't explain. But you've got to listen to me!" Nervously he flicked his eyes toward his sister. The girl was only ten feet away from where the phone was hung on the warehouse wall, and she was tied up.
This time she was not suspended from the ceiling, though. A low table had been brought in from somewhere. The naked adolescent was bound across it, with her ass sticking up to one side and her tits just over the other edge, nipples pointing down at the cold concrete floor.
She was sideways to her brother, so he could see her face, and what went on at the other end of her body as well. He shuddered and looked back at the telephone receiver in his hand.
Roger looked up. Hank Scovill grinned at him and gave a little slack to the leash he held. The large German Shepherd dog straining at the end of it gained a few inches, toenails scrabbling on the hard floor. The tip of his cold black nose touched the vulnerable pink lips of Sandy's pussy. She squealed in terror. She could not escape the touch of the animal's nose on her cunt.
The shepherd loved to screw human females, Roger had been told. The dog was practically shaking to pieces with horniness. Roger could see his red dick sticking out stiffly beneath his furry belly. The animal wanted to shove his cock into Sandy's exposed cunt.
And if Roger did not cooperate, if he did anything to warn their mother that she was being lured into a trap, the dog would get its wish. "Roger-?"
"Mom, please! It's an emergency. Don't ask questions, just come! Can you do that?" "Well, I guess so." Her voice was hesitant.
The dog sniffed again. Sandy moaned again. Roger was sickened, but he had no choice. The words seemed to turn to ashes in his throat as he gave his mother directions on how to reach the abandoned warehouse.
"And remember," Roger told his mother, hating himself for what he had to do, "be sure to come alone."
He replaced the telephone receiver, cutting off a stream of worried questions.
"She coming?" Hank asked. Roger nodded numbly. "Good," Paco said.
"Let the little bitch go," Hank said. "Damn, I was almost hoping the kid would try to screw us up. Old Duke here hasn't had a piece of human tail in I don't know how long. Take him and tie him up out back, Carmen-and don't mess with him, you horny dog-loving greaser slut! We might need him later."
t t t
The warehouse was huge and stark in the brilliant midday sunlight. It seemed dead, deserted. What's going on? Janice wondered, as she climbed out of the Mercedes.
She stood up, blinking in the sunlight despite her dark glasses. She was a tall woman, taller even than her daughter. She was a comparatively young woman, thirty-four years old and looking younger.
Roger had sounded frightened on the phone, almost panicked. And Janice was on the edge of panic herself. With the financial standing of her second husband, kidnap for ransom was always a possibility. In fact, she had a dread certainty that was what had happened.
She felt a familiar sick fear in the pit of her stomach It was almost like being back with Hank. She'd lived in fear then, the same as she felt now.
There was only one thing to do. She smoothed her sky-blue blouse and white shorts out of feminine reflex, almost smiling at the everyday casualness of her garb. But that was the way she'd had to do it. If she'd done something out of the ordinary, Moon might have become suspicious and followed her. Janice didn't know why her son had insisted on her coming alone, but she was afraid of what might happen to him and his sister if she hadn't. So she had been careful.
She stepped forward and knocked on the door. It opened and she looked into a face from a nightmare.
Hank!
The familiar heavy face twisted with delight, and then she was grabbed from behind, her arms pinned behind her back.
"What are you doing?" she screamed. "Let me go! Hank-is that you?"
"Hello, Jan, baby," the big man said, stepping out of the warehouse to cup her chin.
"You'll never get away with this!" she gritted, then spat in his face.
He pushed the willowy woman away from him. She fell back, and the hidden man who had hold of her arms bore her down onto the gravel.
"I'll get away with it, all right," Hank 'Scovill said. He unzipped his trousers and brought his huge dick out into the sunlight. Lying on her back, Janice Morrison shivered at the sight.
"You're not-you won't-"
"Yes, I will," he grinned. Even as his ex-wife watched, his cock was growing harder in his hands. Wildly, Janice looked from side to side at her captors. One was a skinny Chicano youth in jeans and a blue shirt, and the other was a full-bodied brunette wearing nothing but a half-zipped jacket. Her body gave off a musky odor of animal passion. Then Janice saw the half-naked girl's face. "Carmen!" she gasped.
"That's right, boss lady," Carmen sneered. Janice could smell the arousal in Carmen's cunt. She's getting turned on, the tall woman realized. Doing this to me is exciting her!
"Hurry up and bang this bitch," Carmen said to Hank. "We can't hold her here all day. It's hot."
It was hot. Janice could feel the heat searing her back through the thin material of her blouse. Then Hank was kneeling, forcing her legs apart, fumbling at the fly of her shorts.
"Hank, stop it," she said, forcing her voice to sound calm. "You can't get away with this. My husband-"
"I'm your husband, baby," he said. His face was suddenly ominous-looking. "That other guy is just a fucking adulterer." The button opened and he started on the zipper. "He can't do notlun' for you anyway. Only way that bastard'll get you back is to pay. And in the meantime, I'm going to get back some of what you owe me, you two-timing slut!"
The zipper stuck. With a cry of rage Hank tore the shorts from his former wife's hips, then he hooked a finger in the elastic waistband of her panties.
"Mother?" came a hesitant, little-girl's voice from the depths of the warehouse. "Mommy, is that you?"
"Sandy!" Janice screamed, coming up off the ground with sudden energy, almost twisting free from Carmen and her brother. Despite their efforts she nearly got her feet under her.
Suddenly her panties were torn away, and Hank Scovill had slammed her back down on the gravel, and then Janice felt the piercing pain as his enormous cock speared into her cunt.
Her scream tore at the hot, heavy air. Pain arched her back in reflex, driving her ass off the searing hot gravel, impaling her dry-walled cunt on the lance of his cock. Then her former husband's weight was on her, and his outsized prick stabbed her like a lance of fire.
Hank pulled his cock out of Janice's cunt as soon as it was in all the way. Going out felt just as bad to the woman as going in. It seemed to tear at the delicate membranes of her pussy.
The painful rape brought back memories. Hank had always loved taking her like this, forcefully, without any foreplay or preparation to get her pussy ready for the awesome task of taking in his huge cock. When the mood was on him, he would just grab Janice and throw her down, or sometimes just pick her up and ram her down on the ready spike of his prick, enjoying her writhing and crying with pain.
And, just as it had happened so many times when they were married, Janice found herself responding to his fucking. Despite the pain, despite her children being held prisoner and possibly in danger, despite the fact she was being raped while her arms were held by a stranger and a traitorous maid, despite the fact that her ass seemed to be frying on the sun-heated gravel-despite all this, Janice's cunt was already brimming with the juices of lust, easing the way for his hammering cock.
In and out of the woman's snatch Hank fucked his giant stiff prick. Every time he bent at the waist and his hairy butt went up into the air, the woman's ass was raised up off the ground by the
cock buried in her cunt. Each time he fucked into her, her cushiony butt was driven deep into the pebbles, so that they left little red marks branded in the sensitive flesh.
But in spite of the fact that each stroke of the big cock made Janice cry out with pain, she was loving it! Her hips went round and round like a cement mixer, screwing her cunt on and off of his fabulous, beautiful prick.
"Take me!" Janice panted. "Take me, fuck me! I hate you, damn you, I hate the touch of you! I hate your face! But I need that cock! Fuck me! Fill me with your cock!"
Grunting like a feeding hog, Hank obeyed. His ex-wife's pussy seemed as hot and tight and delicious as his-and her-daughter's had. It seemed that nothing had ever felt sweeter wrapped around his cock than the greedy lips and soaking-wet walls of Janice's pussy. It was psychological, of course, the joy of fucking again his wife of years ago, the ecstasy of humbling the haughty bitch who had rejected him, of raping with brutal force this tall, proud, lovely woman-and making her like it! It was the most wonderful sensation he had ever had.
Janice's ass was being rubbed raw by the gravel, but still she squirmed her butt around in it, to wrest every last drop of sensation from this forcible fucking. In this erotic frenzy, even having her arms held stretched out on the sun-baked ground added to Janice's delight. She was a greedy, grasping cunt, meant to be used and abused like this, to suck up Hank's cock and beg for more! She was almost insane with pleasure.
"Yes, yes, yes! Keep feeding it to me! Don't ever stop fucking me with that GREAT BIG COOOCCCKKK!" The word came out as a moaning wail as Hank wrapped his arms around her and drove into her cunt with all his might. His prick went in all the way to her womb, filling her pussy to overflowing, and still coming on strong. His hairy crotch rasped her cuntlips, and it seemed as if her hungry snatch would draw in his taut, come-filled ball-sac as well!
To Hank, it felt as if he'd fucked into a milking m4chine instead of a living, eager, dripping human cunt!
"Sweet Jesus!" he breathed, and shot his wad. The jolt of come hit Janice like a bomb blast. She could feel the seething white stuff shoot into her as though from a firehose, almost painfully splashing off the walls of her womb.
"Oh God!" she cried. "Oh, Goooddd! Fuck me hard!"
Hank rolled his hips. His cock screwed ever deeper into the woman's cunt as she came and came and sucked his big cock dry. Through her bra and blouse and his shirt, he could feel her nipples burning into his chest. He was crushing the air out of her lungs as he squeezed tighter and tighter, cramming her more full of pulsating, come-spewing cock. And her climaxing cunt drank it all in.
At last the mighty prick gave a final surge and was still. The lingering muscle spasms of orgasm tugged insistently at his prick before Janice's pussy relaxed. A warm glow suffused the pair, and they were oblivious of their surroundings.
"What a show!" Carmen exclaimed. "Where you been hiding it, big boy? You never balled me like that!"
The black-haired girl's words broke the spell. "Shut up," Hank growled, pushing himself away from Janice. The woman lay perfectly still as his deflating cock slid out of her pussy. When it came free, it uncorked a torrent of cunt sauce and come that trickled down Janice's asscheeks onto the gravel.
What have 1 done? What have I done? the prone woman asked herself over and over. Her ass was beginning to hurt again.
"Get her on her feet and get the rest of her clothes stripped off her," Hank commanded, stuffing his cock back into his pants.
Paco and his sister hauled the new captive to her feet. A trail of come ran coolly down the inside of one thigh. She was too numbed to offer any resistance as they got the rest of her clothing off her and ushered her into the warehouse.
Around the nude woman the walls of the building rose up out of sight. After the glare outside, the gloom within the warehouse seemed impenetrable.
"Mommy?" a weak feminine voice asked.
What Janice saw took her breath away. Her daughter Sandy was tied on her back on a low table, stark naked. The girl's rounded bottom was at the very end of the table. Her slim legs were drawn up by ropes tied around her knees and then secured to the tablelegs beside her head.
On his knees before his sister's exposed twat, also naked, with his hands tied behind his back, was Janice's son Roger.
"Yeah, kids, that's right," boomed the voice of Hank Scovill. "Brought your mommy here so you wouldn't be lonely. And so's you could show her some of the neat tricks you've learned."
"What do you mean?" Janice demanded. "What are you doing?"
"Paying you back," Scovill said gruffly. "For all those years and years I spent, alone in jail, knowing you all had abandoned me. That you'd sold out your own true husband and father so you could live in some rich man's house. Tie her up!"
To one side of the cleared space an upright stanchion ran from the concrete floor to the ceiling high overhead. Paco and Carmen quickly tied their prisoner to it, with her wrists bound together behind the post. The metal pole was cool along Janice's firm, full asscheeks.
From where she was bound, Janice had an excellent view of her two children.
"That's good," her former husband told her. "You get the idea. You're gonna watch Sandy and Roger fuck the daylights out of each other!"
Janice gasped. Her eyes went to her son's crotch. Despite the tantalizing spectacle of Sandy's bare pussy, which was opened up to him like some exotic pink-petaled flower, Roger's cock hung limp as a length of rope between his thighs. He looked up at his father. "I won't do it," he said.
"Ain't you learned your lesson?" the big red-haired man demanded. "I mean, do you want us to do more mean things to your poor baby sister just 'cause you won't dip your dick in her snatch like we tell you to?"
Roger glared at him.
For the first time Janice noticed the angry red lines crisscrossing her daughter's nubile young body. "What have you done to Sandy?" she demanded angrily.
"Nothing we ain't gonna do more of and worse to the little slut, if that rich-ass husband of yours don't ante up some heavy bread mighty quick to buy you back!" Hank said threateningly.
"So that's why you did it! You want ransom after all!"
"You're gonna make us all rich," the big man replied.
"Then why are you doing this to us?"
"The ransom's just money," Scovill said. "This is revenge. I've suffered for years and years while you just laughed at me and lived high on the hog. Well, it's time you did some suffering too. 'Course I got to admit I'm havin' me some fun too. That little daughter you and I made is sure a tasty little piece."
"You mean-you raped her?"
"Not like you think!" Scovill exclaimed. "I left her sweet little pussy strictly alone. I plugged into her butthole instead."
At the look of disgust and horror that crossed his exwife's lovely features, Hank Scovill threw back his head and laughed uproariously.
"You-you beast! You filthy, despicable mon-ster!" Janice Morrison threw herself forward again and again, aflame with the desire to claw her ex-husband's eyes out.
"Hey, come on," Scovill laughed. "It wasn't all that bad for the little slut. At least she didn't seem to think so this morning, when dear daddy was eating out her little old pussy. You just should've seen her-"
"Stop!" Janice screamed.
"-seen her, throwin' her legs over my shoulders and grinding that sweet, sweet cunt against my face. I thought her bush would rub me raw!"
On her back, Sandy had turned her face away from her mother. But Janice could see the pink tinge on the girl's belly, her sweetly budding breasts, as she blushed all over in shame. "Stop it!" Janice commanded. "Don't say another word!"
Hank's cock was visibly rising inside his pants. "Shoulda heard her too-'Oh, Daddy, Daddy! Eat my pussy!' Shit, it's enough to make me want to come in my pants just thinkin' about it." He looked at Janice who was leaning as far forward as her bonds would permit with her face twisted into a mask of hatred. "What're you so upset about? The slut liked it-her brother likes hearin' about it! Just look at him now, over there on his knees between his sister's legs."
In spite of all the force of the young man's will, Roger's cock was stiffening. It was already sticking out straight from his crotch. Its purple head pointed like an arrow right at the moist parting of Sandy's cunt-lips.
"See? He's gettin' hot already." Hank turned to face his son. "Well, what you waitin' for, boy? Stick it in! Can't you see she's all ready and hot to trot?"
"Roger, no!" Sandy said quaveringly. "I won't!" the boy said stubbornly.
Hank's face clouded up and began to look dangerous. "Hey, boss man, don't get pissed off!" Carmen sang with a wicked laugh. "I know just the thing to get the ball rolling!"
She danced over to the table. On the way she shed her brother's jacket. For a moment she stood leering over the naked, prostrate body of her ex-employer's daughter. "Stupid, selfish, arrogant little bitch!" she spat. "You thought 1 was some kind of animal for the way I had your brother wanting me. You knew how he tossed and turned all night with his cock stiff as a rock, moaning and groaning and fucking me in his dreams. You know he couldn't be in the same room with me without going crazy until he could get me alone and slip that great big dick of his into me!"
"Go away!" Sandy moaned, tossing her head. "Leave me alone!"
"Shit no!" the Chicana sneered. "You're loving it. You should see your cunt. There's a big, fat shiny drop of cunt juice right between the juicy lips of your cunt. Why don't you tell the truth, bitch? You've had the hots for big brother since you were old enough to bleed!"
"No, no-it's not true!"
"Sure it is." Carmen ran first one hand and then both over her sweat-glistening body. The hands cupped her enormous boobs and squeezed. She moaned and then went on. "That's why you always acted like a tight-assed prude. You wanted to fuck Roger but were afraid he'd reject you. You were afraid he wouldn't want you any more, after you chickened out that time you were twelve and he wanted to lay you." The black-haired maid glanced at the captive woman. "You shouldn't look so disgusted, Miz Morrison. Hell, Roger's wanted to fuck little Sandy for years. All we're doing is giving them both a chance!"
"I ... won't ... do it!" Roger gritted. His cock stood straight and tall from his crotch.
Carmen dropped to her hands and knees, then rolled over on her bare back. Like a serpent she wiggled till her glorious raven hair was spilling on the floor between Roger's knees. "Oh, you will," she purred. "You sure will, big boy!"
With that she raised her head and sucked Roger's balls into her mouth.
Fifteen feet away, Janice Morrison saw her son's mammoth prick jerk and then start vibrating like a struck tuning fork. The cone-shaped head seemed to glow with a blast-furnace heat as the Chicana sucked Roger's balls. Janice could almost feel it from where she stood.
Roger's body was shaking. Carmen's skilled tongue roved all over his scrotum, teasing and rolling his come-heavy nuts in their furry bag. His brain was fogged with pleasure and rising need. The need to plunge his quivering, greedy prick into something hot and wet and tight!
And that something was not six inches from the tip of his prick. Roger didn't know whether it was true that his sister had been lusting after him as much as he had for her. But Carmen had not been lying about the large pearly drop of cunt juice gleaming in the humid crack of Sandy's twat!
With lewd slurping sounds, Carmen devoured Roger's ball-bag. His cock bounced as though with a life of its own. That gaping, fragrant, dripping pussy drew the boy's cock like a magnet.
Like a flame, Carmen's tongue licked at the thick base of Roger's prick. It was the last straw. With a strangled cry he lowered his head and lunged.
Like a lance of rock-hard meat, Roger's cock stabbed with unerring accuracy into her pussy flesh. Sandy's back arched. Her white buttocks came off the cool wooden tabletop. She screamed.
With something like pain, Janice recognized the girl's wailing cry for what it was. A cry of total, unbridled ecstasy!
Roger's rigid cock slid into Sandy's cunt. All the girl could do was hold herself as taut as a drawn bowstring, butt lifted and hips cocked to take in every last inch of her brother's incredibly long cock. It felt as if he were tearing her quim apart. Her brother's prick seemed thick as a telephone pole!
But Sandy loved it! Loved every cunt-stretching inch of Roger's prick. At last all eight inches of turgid prick were buried to the hilt in the girl's furry cunt. Still Roger's muscles tensed as he sought to drive still deeper into the sweet clinging depths of cunt that surrounded his cock. At the same time the trim muscles of the girl's belly and back' were locked, grinding her impaled pussy onto that stiff, delightful prick as hard as possible.
It was the irresistible force met by the immovable object. With Roger's hands tied behind him, it was almost a contest of wills. A trickle of cunt, oil ran down Sandy's tightly clenched asscheeks.
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, God, Roger-yesssss!" Then Carmen's tongue slipped back along the stretch of skin that anchored Roger's ball-sac from behind. The voluptuous brunette's knowing tongue swirled up and down his ass-crack, then began to lick at his butthole.
With a cry Roger threw his weight forward. He forced his sister's ass back down onto the table. Her tender ass-cheeks, still smarting from the whipping, splayed wide as he fell onto her.
And still more of Roger's cock moved into her cunt.
She turned her head to face her brother. His breath was fiery on her cheek. Sandy's hazel eyes opened wide with astonishment. "Why, Roger, darling," she said in a nearly normal voice. "You're about to make me-COOOOMMMME!"
Like a clenching fist, Sandy's pussy grabbed Roger's cock. Her brain seemed to shortcircuit as a thunderous orgasm hammered into her. Pleasure exploded throughout her body, and then Roger's ecstatic cries joined hers as they came together.
Still crammed balls-deep in Sandy's orgasm-racked cunt, Roger's prick pumped gallons of boiling sperm into his sister's eager body.
"Roger!" she shrieked. "Oh, Roger yes! Fill me with your come! Fill my pussy with your hot, hot come!"
Roger grunted, burying his face between her tits. His buttocks contracted as he ground his cock still more into Sandy's cunt.
With Roger draped over his sister's nude hindquarters, Janice could not see the way her son's come bubbled out of her daughter's pussy. But the brown-haired, captive woman could see Carmen's naked and shiny body writhe as the Chicano slithered forward on her back to drink the rich mixture of come and cunt honey that spilled from Sandy's overflowing cunt, down her ass-cheeks and over the edge of the table.
At last the white juices of Roger's lust was spent in his younger sister's pussy. Exhausted, he lay on the nude girl while the earthquake tremors of their mutual orgasm died away. Noisily, Carmen consumed the remainder of leaked jism and pussy sauce. Janice could see Carmen's body tense, and then her hips bounce up and down as she fmger-fucked herself to climax. Her butt slapped against the floor with a sound like a wet towel as she came.
Hunger satisfied for the moment, Carmen sat up and favored Janice with a lascivious smile. Come dribbled from one corner of her full red mouth. It ran down her chin and dripped onto a cherry-tipped tit.
"Hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did, Miz Morrison," the girl said. "Or as much as your kids did, fucking each other!"
Janice felt soiled. She didn't know what made her feel worse-watching her children forced to fuck each other, or watching their hesitation turn so rapidly to a frenzy of incestuous desire.
Or was it the stirrings of unnatural lust within her own brown-furred pussy?
"That's good enough," Hank Scovill's voice came brusquely. "Paco, get lover boy off his sister and get her turned over while I get th�. videotape cameras set up."
Roger lifted his head from his sister's boobs and peered at his captor. Janice stared at Hank as well, with a combination of fearful anticipation and curiosity.
Hank met her look with a broad grin. "And you, Carmen," he said, "you go get old Shep from behind the warehouse. He's about to get another taste of human pussy!"
It was like a nightmare. Janice heard her daughter scream. Roger came to his feet, his sopping cock dangling between his legs.
"You can't!" he cried. "You said you wouldn't!"
Chapter Six
Feet slipping on the concrete, Roger hurtled at his father. He slammed into Hank and butted his head over and over against his broad chest. Hank roared with laughter and pushed his son away. Roger stumbled and slid across the floor.
Paco was bending over Sandy. He had already undone the ropes that bound her legs and was untying her hands from behind her back. When her arms came free, the listless teenager was suddenly alive and kicking. She kicked at him, tried to bite him. Laughing merrily, Paco fended off her attacks effortlessly.
He picked the tall girl up, turned her over on her stomach, then dropped her across the table, at right angles to the way she'd just been positioned. Then he retied her. Ass up, belly down, boobs hanging over the edge of the table. Her cunt fur was matted and her pussy-lips still shiny with aromatic fluids.
Hank was getting a bulky camera into position. Janice made another try at squirming free. "What are you going to do now?" she asked hoarsely.
The big man set up his camera, focusing on the nude, pinioned form of his teenaged daughter. "That old man of yours is a mighty rich son of a bitch," he explained. "Rich enough to shell out a handful of bread for a videotape machine."
"How did you know that?"
Scovill jerked his head at the back door, where the big dog was barking excitedly. Carmen's voice came, soft and sultry, cooing to the beast.
"You keep your hands off him, you whore!" Scovill yelled at her. "Don't forget, this here was what's called an inside job. We know all about your little setup. Mr. Morrison bought the videotape gear last year. So, what we're going to do here, is make him some nice movies to play on it." He patted the camera. "With this little beauty, your loved ones can actually see what happens to you if they don't shell out."
"Hey, Hank, the big bastard's all ready," Carmen called. The large black and tan beast was pulling the naked Chicana along, straining like a Siberian husky pulling a dogsled.
Screaming, Sandy was struggling and trying to kick Paco. There was no escape for her, no escape from the unimaginable degradation to which she was about to be put by her captors.
Paco gave a last tug at Sandy's ropes to make sure they were holding, and then he patted her on the upturned ass. "Don't get so uptight, baby," he said soothingly. "Old Shep's pretty good. Carmen says so herself."
"Goddamn you!" Roger shouted. He staggered toward the Chicano with murder in his eye.
Paco let the bound youth get within six feet of him before he lifted his hand and the gleam of a switchblade appeared. Roger stopped.
"Hey, Paco, if you have to cut him, be sure not to hurt that great big chorizo of his," Carmen called. "After our little dog show, I'm going to be too horny to stand it, and that great big gringo cock looks like just the thing to stuff my pussy full of!"
Paco grinned at Roger. "Quit fucking around," Hank growled. "The camera's all ready-let's have some action!"
Paco put the knife away, grabbed Roger and tied him with ropes to another post.
The dog named Shep was panting with excitement. His wet nose was only a few feet from Sandy's exposed cunt.
Hank licked his lips. "Let him at her," he said. "Nooooooo!" shrieked Sandy as Carmen let go of the lead.
The camera went into operation. Roger howled and threw himself against his bonds in futile rage. His mother was stunned and numb. Too numb to think, to numb to act.
For the excited dog there was no preliminaries. He had already sniffed all he wanted of this delectable human pussy. Now he wanted to stick his cock into it!
He lunged forward like a streak. Hank grinned in satisfaction. Then Shep mounted Sandy. His furry forelegs clamped about her waist in a vise grip while his hindquarters pumped madly back and forth.
"Stop him!" the teenager screamed in terror. She could feel the dog's slimy rigid prick stabbing into her butt, the tender rolls of flesh surrounding her vulnerable cunt. "Roger-Mommy! Stop them! Make them stop!"
Furiously, the shepherd dry-humped the captive girl. Then suddenly he stopped. There was a moment of deathly stillness, and then the au was shattered by Sandy's despairing cry.
"His cock! The dog's cock is in my pussy!" "Bastards!" roared Roger. "You bastards! I'll make you pay!"
His father leered at him, maneuvering the video camera in closer to get a good shot of the quivering dog dick disappearing into his daughter's' snatch. He could hear Janice sobbing brokenly. His cock throbbed with excitement.
How sweet his revenge was! He was paying back the family that had deserted him. His daughter forced to submit her tender teenaged cunt to the unnatural lust of a German shepherd, his son cursing and moaning, his whoring former wife, reduced to sobbing helplessness at the spectacle of her daughter being raped by an animal-it was wonderful beyond belief.
The dog was fucking Sandy now. He fucked her with a passion that practically took Hank's breath away. God, the beast was putting it to her fast! His hips rocked back and forth like an engine cam and his greasy prick was a blur.
The ropes bit at Sandy's flesh as she struggled. The feel of the dog's prick sliding in and out of her was disgusting. Almost disgusting as the knowledge of what was happening to her. She was being soiled. She was being ruined. What boy would ever want to touch her, to kiss her-to make love to her, after a dog, a filthy animal, had had its nasty cock stuck up her twat.
Who would want her, once she had had animal come pumped into the steaming channel of her pussy!
And yet. . . and yet, something was stirring in the depths of her cunt. A new feeling was washing over her imprisoned body. Her nipples seemed as sensitive as raw nerves. The ragged panting of her breath was no longer caused entirely by fear and useless exertion. And the sound of the dog's relentless fucking had taken on a new quality.
Instead of a dry rasping sound, the eager canine prick made a noise like a plunger working at a drain. And there was a messy smocking noise as the beast's hairy crotch slapped into Sandy's asscheeks at every furious, forward stroke.
Was it the relentless, inhuman power and speed of the dog's fucking? Or was it something deeper, darker, more forbidden? Whatever the answer, Sandy's young body had betrayed her horribly. She was starting to enjoy it!
As much as her bonds would allow, her lushly padded asscheeks were starting to roll around and around the intruding cock as though of their own accord. The walls of her cunt were tightening, trying to grasp the plunging prick, sucking up the hammering sensation of sheer, unbridled, bestial fucking. Her clit was a hard node of sensual flesh, and it thrummed to a frenzied tune of desire!
And her mother . . . and Roger ... were watching! They could see her body cease its struggling and fall into the eager, steady rhythms of fucking. They could hear the slurping sloppy sounds of wet cunt responding greedily to the delightful friction of a fucking cock. They could smell the flowing oils of her pussy that soaked the bare white thighs of the girl and the hairy belly of her beastly violator.
In and out fucked the shepherd's prick. Eagerly, Sandy's cunt took it in and begged for more. And the girl didn't care! She was totally possessed by lust. Had she been freed from her bonds in that instant, she would not have tried to escape. She would have stayed bent over the polished wood of the low table, letting the dog screw her until she cried with ecstasy and came around his delightful cock.
Tears ran down her cheeks and dripped onto the concrete. Sandy relished the rough grip of the animal's forepaws like the embrace of a lover, and she strained with all her might to impale her white body on the red cock every time it pounded into her gash.
Paco and Carmen were standing next to each other. Paco was kneading one of his sister's huge boobs like a piece of bread dough. She had one hand stuck down his pants, jacking off his skinny cock. Hank Scovill had taken off his shirt and opened his trousers. His big prick jutted arrogantly, and he masturbated one-handed while working his camera with the other hand.
Sandy was oblivious to them. She wasn't aware of anything but the pleasure of being fucked by the dog! Her soft and nubile body teetered on the brink of orgasm. From the shepherd's panting and the acceleration of his fucking, she knew he was about to come too.
"Oh yes!" she pleaded. "Fuck your come into me! Fill me up with your come! I love it-oh, I love it!"
Horrified, Roger and his mother exchanged sick glances.
Sandy screamed. "I'm cooommmiiinnng!" Her cunt muscles clamped on the driving cock like a sprung bear trap. An unbelievable jolt of pleasure blasted through her tied body.
The dog grunted. Roger gagged involuntarily and Hank, jerking off madly, shoved the camera even closer to where the dog's stiff prick was pistoning in and out of his auburn-haired daughter's cunt.
White, bubbling liquid was beginning to bubble up around the gleaming cock. It smeared Sandy's ass and matted the fur inside Shep's thighs.
The dog was coming in Sandy's spasming twat! Saliva dripped from the beast's jaws and fell like liquid fire on Sandy's back. She screamed her throat raw with passion. The hot canine sperm acted like some sort of aphrodisiac. Her climaxing cunt drank the stuff up as if it were some sort of fine wine.
Finally the beast spent his lust. He pulled his cock free with a final squelching sound. Then he dropped to all fours and began to lap his own come from the girl's gaping slash. Sandy moaned softly.
Hank Scovill's fat dong was quivering, but he took his hand away to pull the camera back. "That's a take," he said breathily. "Let's get set up for scene two of our little home movie."
Carmen turned her head. She was kneeling before her brother, holding his pants open. His long slender cock was smeared with her saliva. "Just a second!" she called. Her black hair whipped at Paco's crotch as she turned hurriedly back to continue sucking his prick.
Scovill waited patiently while Carmen devoured her brother's randy cock. His own prick stuck out, stiff and unattended, from his open trousers. From Janice and Roger there was not a sound. From Sandy Morrison came a little sigh of disappoint-ment as Shep, finally satiated, quit lapping at her pussy and trotted off to piss somewhere in the shadows of the old warehouse.
At last Paco gasped. Carmen made a pleased humming sound around the length of prick filling her mouth. She gabbed her brother's ass with both hands and pulled him to her, impaling her face on his cock. Her belly hollowed as she sucked hard. Paco twined his hands in her hair. "Ahhhhhh," he sighed. "That's good, baby. Suck my cock. Drink my come-drink it down!"
Carmen let his prick slide out between her full red lips. It drooped, dripping, between his legs. "Any time, baby brother," she cooed. Her coral-colored tongue sought out a gobbet of gooey come that had run from one side of her mouth. Then she stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "What next, boss man?" she asked Hank.
"Get out animal lover out of here," he commanded. "And bring the mattress. Your old stud Roger is going to see how he likes slipping that horse cock of his up his mommy's snatch!"
Chapter Seven
Together Paco and his sister had no difficulty moving both Sandy and the table she was tied to. She was crying softly, insistently, heartbrokenly.
Leaving her to her grief, the two came back and dragged the mattress toward the center of the floor. It was thicker than the pallet where Sandy had sucked Roger's cock the night before. Hank
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"You sure must have liked the show, big fucker," Carmen said nastily as she and her brother undid the ropes that fixed Roger to the post.
Unable to speak, Roger shook his head violently. "Don't lie to me," Carmen said as they steered the prisoner towards the mattress. "Your great big old cock gives you away."
With a rough shove they pushed Roger onto his back on the mattress. As Carmen had said, his prick betrayed him. It stuck straight up from his crotch like a meaty telephone pole. It wasn't completely erect, but it was easy to tell that Roger had been turned on in spite of himself by watching his baby sister get raped by a dog.
His mother did not seem to have been affected the same way. She offered no resistance when the pair untied her from the stanchion and lashed her wrists together at the small of her back. They led her to the mattress where her son lay. She went along as though in a trance.
Paco and Carmen made Janice stand straddling Roger's groin. His cock was like an arrow, pointing straight at the slightly parted lips of his mother's pussy, which was barely visible within the curly thatch of her bush. The head of Roger's cock seemed to glow with heat.
Roger looked up at his mother's hair-shrouded face. She wouldn't look up or meet his eyes. "I won't do it, mother," he said softly. "They can't make me ... do anything to you."
Carmen laughed loudly. "That's easy for you to say, lover boy," she sneered, "but try telling it to your horny old prick!"
"Hurry up," Hank called hoarsely. "Get her stuck on sonny boy's cock and then get over here and fuck me, you big-assed greaser bitch."
"Your wish is my command, oh master!" Carmen laughed, shooting an avid glance at his rampant prick. Then she and her brother put their hands on Janice's shoulders and began to press her down.
She stiffened then, as if to resist. Paco kicked the inside of her right knee, and that leg buckled. Carmen did the same to her other leg, and Janice sat down suddenly.
"Oof!" Roger gasped. The tip of his prick stabbed into his mother's cunt. She moaned. His fiery cockhead had poked the button of her clitoris. "No," Roger said. "No, don't-"
Without paying any attention to him, they lifted Janice up and sat her down again. This time they forced her pussy lips right on the point of her son's prick. The lips parted effortlessly and his cock slid in.
The swollen, flaring head at the end of Roger's cock-shaft went past the pink-walled vestibule of his mother's cunt and continued into her pussy tunnel. "Oh," Janice said, breaking the silence she'd kept since the dog had begun to screw her daughter. "Oh. It hurts."
"It won't for long," Carmen told her. "After a few strokes of your son's big dick, it'll be slick as a greased pig. Your pussy will feel like its struck oil, it'll be so wet!"
They continued to press downwards on the woman's shoulders. Her rump continued to come nearer to her son's crotch. The snowy, pillow like buttcheeks were forced wider and wider apart as the tremendous girth of Roger's cock slipped into her cunt.
"Ouch," Janice said. "Oo-ahhhhhh!" Then she was down all the way, sitting with her ass pressed into the tops of Roger's thighs. The tip of the massive prick poked into her womb.
Her son's prick was huge. It wasn't as large as his father's, but it was still large enough to make it feel as if a log had been crammed into Janice's unlubricated pussy. But, over the pain of the ungreased penetration, Janice could feel the first tinglings of lust.
"Hell, she's like a zombie," Hank said disgustedly. "Show her how!" He was impatient. He had only so much film, and the camera was running. Also, it felt as if his prick was about to explode with the need to plunge into something warm, wet, and feminine-like Carmen's cunt!
Taking Janice under the arms, Paco and his sister pulled the older woman up. Roger's cock seemed to grate her cunt membranes as it came out. Her ass-muscles contracted with agony. Roger gasped and his butt jumped up slightly as the involuntary contraction squeezed his half-buried cock.
Hank's accomplices lifted Janice till just the head of her son's cock remained between the lips of her pussy. Then they simply let her go.
She slid down the length of stiff cock like a fireman down a greased pole. Roger cried out again and shoved up his hips to meet her descending crotch.
"Oh, God!" he exclaimed as her butt bounced off his legs. He let his own ass sink back to the mattress. The weight of his mother's body pushed it deeply into the cushion.
Her unoiled pussy gripped Roger's cock like a hand. Lust surged up inside his belly uncontrol-lably. "Oh no," he muttered. "Oh, I'm-sorry. Can't help it! I've ... got ... to . . . fuck ... you!"
His hips shot up as though spring loaded. Janice went up into the air, propelled by the power of her son's muscles. Her cunt mouth slid up his cock.
Roger dropped back to the mattress. Her maddeningly tight cunt swallowed his cock again. His breath came out in a whoosh as his mother's full weight hit him.
Something cool and wet trickled into the hair surrounding the base of his cock. Janice moaned low in her throat and shifted her hips. The motion sent bright lances of pleasure into her son's brain. The muscles beneath the smooth brown skin of Janice's thighs contracted. The pressure of her buttocks went off his legs and air washed over the soaking base of Roger's cock. The wet ring of flesh climbed up Roger's prick, poised above him for a minute. Roger's fevered eyes devoured the spectacle of splayed pussy lips greedily wrapped around the head of his cock, and then his mother sat on his cock.
Two throats let go a moan of animalistic pleasure as Roger's prick once again filled Janice's pussy. "See?" Carmen said. "I told you you'd start to like it."
"Shut up and get over here," Hank ordered gruffly. "Paco can take over the camera. I need to get fucked!"
With a lewd giggle Carmen danced to Hank's side and curled her fingers around his turgid prick. The girl's hand was too small to encircle Hank's cock completely. Hank gave the video unit to her brother and grabbed her by the shoulders. She raised her mouth to his and their tongues wrestled together in a fervid embrace.
Janice was fucking her son with all the wanton abandon the maid Carmen had shown the afternoon before, when Roger had come up behind her in the rec room. "That's right, darling," she purred as Roger drove his cock up into her. Her hips swirled her cunt around his plunging, raging cock. "Let me have that giant cock of yours. Give it to me, right up to the tonsils!"
It was no wonder that, once the sweet friction of her son's thick prick had roused her passions and overcome her own revulsion and shame, Janice Morrison was giving her son's cock the riding of its life. She was fucking the boy as energetically as anyone ever had, with a maddening erotic skill that made the best the black-haired, big-assed Carmen had to offer seem like the fumbling efforts of a senile spinster. And he was responding in kind, fucking his mother with the vigor of youth and all the power of his fit teenaged body!
At the edge of the cleared space, Hank Scovill and the maid Carmen had given in to the fiery lust brought on by the spectacle of Roger screwing his mother. The black-haired Chicana had dropped to her knees to suck several pulsing inches of the big man's massive red cock into her mouth. When the ballooning purple cockhead was slick and shiny with her spit, Carmen had gotten to her feet.
"Oh, fuck me now, big man!" she'd pleaded in a voice thick with the desire for cock. "Fuck me full of your giant prick! I've got to have it in my pussy!"
With a growl of animal passion, Hank had grabbed the moaning slut under the armpits, lifting her in the air. Carmen had gasped in surprise and then realized what the red-haired giant had in mind. She spread her juicy thighs and wrapped them around his middle. Then she threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy as Hank rammed her down onto the stiff length of his prick.
With unerring accuracy the wedge-shaped cockhead speared between the gaping, slavering cuntlips. A hot trickle of pussy oils ran down the pole of cock, followed immediately by the sucking cunt-mouth between Carmen's legs as her weight impaled her on the hairy prick. "Uggh!" Hank grunted. "God, that's good. Roll your little butt, baby. My dick's ready and rarin' to go!"
Almost sobbing with pleasure, Carmen obeyed. Janice Morrison's butt was rising and falling like clockwork now as she frantically fucked herself on her son's rampant cock. She had fallen forward onto his broad strong chest and lay there now, her pillowy boobs crushed against his pectoral muscles, her nipples seeming to bore holes in his skin. Her hands were still trapped behind her back by the tightly-tied cords, but she was oblivious of them. All that existed for her was her drooling cunt and the massive prick sliding in and out of it with such sweet, illicit abandon.
"So good! So.. . unnnghh! ... fucking good!" Roger groaned.
"Just keep it up, baby!" Janice crooned. Her ass went up in the air and bobbed quickly back and forth. It made her pussy seem to nip and suck at her son's entrapped cock. The youth gasped in pleasure.
His taut asscheeks drove up off the pallet again, stuffing his prick balls-deep in the seething cunt channel from which he himself had sprung eighteen years before. When he pulled his cock out of his mother's twat with a thick sucking sound, his weight came down on his own hands, tied beneath him. It put a strain on his arms, threatening to pull them from their sockets, but he was as unheeding as his mother was of her bonds.
All that mattered was fucking her tight, wet, forbidden pussy!
Licking his thin lips, Paco moved the camera around to focus on the greedy cunt mouth swallowing and disgorging the fat, throbbing, pale prick. To the left Carmen and Hank were putting almost as good a show on. Carmen writhed in the man's strong arms and devoured his huge prick with her skillful cunt. They were growling like rutting beasts now, and Hank's grasping hands left red marks where they roughly bruised the girl's tender flesh.
Behind, Paco could hear the low sobbing of poor, violated Sandy. He knew the dog's come must seem to be eating at her cunt like acid. Knew what an agony of self-disgust she was living through. And all her mother and brother could think about was fucking the daylights out of each other, in defiance of every taboo, every moral standard they had ever been taught!
"Keep it up! Keep fucking me, Roger darling!" screamed Janice. "You've got me hot-soooo hot! I'm about to come. Hurry, let my pussy drink your come!"
"C-coming, mother!" Roger grunted.
The woman's ivory buttocks were at the top of their arc with just the tip of the boy's enormous cock trapped between her pink-upped cunt. The thick cord on the bottom of Roger's cock gave a clearly visible pulse as his balls spat the first wad of come into Janice's pussy. "God!" she screamed. "Forgive me, Philip-I'm COMMMIIINNNGGG!"
As the sound of Roger's orgasmic grunting mingled with his mother's joyous cries, Paco closed in with the camera. Janice's cunt sucked noisily on the fountaining cock, and then a froth of white come bubbled out around the girth of the prick. Onto the film went the image of the bubbling jism drooling down the throbbing length of prick, soaking the thick, curly hair at its base.
To one side, Hank's muscle-corded arms rammed Carmen brutally down on his own massive, straining prick.
"Oh!" the girl grunted. "My God, you're filling me up!"
"Shut up and roll your ass, slut!" Scovill grunted.
His huge, bearlike hands kneaded the girl's buttocks like pliant bread dough. He moaned with almost bestial lust at the feeling of her rubbery twat slipping and sliding around his outsized cock.
"Fuck me, you big stud! Stuff that fat cock up my pussy and tear me apart!" the Chicana wailed.
Her boobs rolled around like fleshy white melons on his chest. The nipples were like marbles, hard and round. Hank's fingers made furrows in Carmen's asscheeks as he hauled her up away from the concrete floor. She sighed and bit the base of his neck as he held her, poised with the lips of her juicy pussy wrapped around the swollen head of his mighty prick. Then he simply let her go.
With a loud smack Carmen's cunt slid back down his cock. The powerful prick actually supported her weight for an instant before it began to bend.
Scovill grabbed the girl's butt again and ground her cunt hard against his crotch, driving into her with his cock at the same time.
"AIIIIEEEE!" she shrieked, and came.
Like a velvet-lined trap, the entire squirming length of Carmen's well-greased pussy channel clamped on Hank's cock. In response it shot a fiery blast of come all the way to her womb.
"Hot damn," murmured Hank as the backwash of jism soaked his balls. "I'm coming too!"
On the floor nearby, Roger's cock was giving a few final pulses inside his mother's oozing pussy. He had long since exhausted the supply of sperm stored in his hairy ball-sac, and it now lay in a thick, congealing white pool around the base of his cock. Janice's pussy was still pulsing open and shut in one never-ending climax. Her face was buried in her son's neck, and her whole body shook as she wept with forbidden passion.
"So sweet!" she sobbed. "Your come is so sweet in my pussy. Oh, Roger, Roger, Roger!"
Roger's ass was still moving on the yielding mattress. "Sweet Jesus!" he breathed as the waves of orgasm ebbed from his strong young body. "That was real good-really fine!"
Then what he had done struck him with its full impact. He had just fucked his mother! And they had both come!
It must have struck Janice at the same moment, for at once she caught her breath, and when she breathed again she was crying in a different tone from her sobs of passion. Guilt and shame and degradation flowed over her in a hot rush.
With a satisfied sigh, Hank let Carmen slide toward the floor. His deflating cock slipped from her damp pussy with a slurp, and then her well-cushioned ass thudded onto the concrete. She leaned forward and instantly began to lap at the gooey mess in Hank's crotch.
"Ah, yes," he muttered as her tongue caressed his cock. "That's right, baby! Suck my hairy balls into your mouth. God, your lips feel great!"
He opened his eyes and seemed to notice his ex-wife and son for the first time. Paco was just stepping back, checking the load of his camera. Janice lay limply across her son's body with his semi-rigid cock lying dormant within her pussy. She was sobbing heartbrokenly, her shoulders shaking with passion of a different kind from what had possessed her but a few seconds earlier.
"Well, it seems like our little motherfucker has gotten his rocks off at last," Hank chuckled. Roger stiffened. "Carmen, honey, that's real good, but how does your cunt feel right about now?"
The brunette looked up at him, licking. full red lips. "Well, it's pretty damn messy at the moment."
"Tsk, tsk," Hank said, shaking his head. "Why don't we just do something about that?"
Carmen cocked her head in incomprehension. A lock of ebony hair fell over her shoulder.
"Go on over and ask Janice if she'll clean it out for you," Hank said, pointing at the woman's naked and bound form. "Give her lips and tongue a little workout, huh? She always used to like to, uh, eat out often."
With a wicked grin Carmen sprang to her feet. She padded over to the mattress. Janice hadn't heard Hank's coarse suggestion, but her son had. He glared up at the black-haired girl with hatred in her eyes.
Carmen ignored him. Tits swaying, she bent down and grabbed a handful of Janice's chestnut-colored hair. She dragged the woman's head back.
"Hey, baby," she said, "I hate to disturb you, but my pussy seems to have gotten all dirty. I need you to sort of clean it out for me."
Janice gazed at her blankly. Carmen twisted her hair savagely. "Roll over!" she commanded. "And clean out my cunt with your tongue!"
This penetrated through Janice's fog of misery. She shook her head violently. "No," she said. "No!"
Hank Scovill laughed. "You got film enough in that thing?" he asked Paco. "I don't want old Mr. Morrison to miss his dear wife's first lesson in cunt-lapping!"
The lanky Chicano grinned and gave him a thumbs-up sign.
With a savage jerk, Carmen pulled Janice over on her back. Roger's cock slid from her pussy. His eyes blazed with rage, but he could do nothing.
Laughing, Carmen straddled Janice's upturned face. "Ready?" she asked. Janice's hair flew as she shook her head.
The Cicana shifted her grip, taking hold of Janice's hair on either side of her head. "Don't fight so, boss lady-former boss lady," she advised. "This won't hurt a bit. And I've got a real tasty pussy. Try it-you'll like it!"
"Don't!" Janice begged.
Carmen began to squat. Her pussy opened up like a scarlet flower. White come oozed from the opening of the cunt. It reeked of raw, aroused pussy, and from the shiny sparkle in the middle of the gaping gash, it was apparent that Carmen's juices of lust were starting to flow once more in her twat.
"Please, don't," Janice said again. "I can't do it-really, I won't be any good. I've never-mmmmppphhh!"
Her words were muffled by the sudden pressure of Carmen's cunt, pressed over her open mouth in a wet, juicy kiss.
"Ahhhhhhh! Yes, that's right!" Carmen cried. "Toss your head around, you arrogant bitch. It just makes my sloppy cunt feel that much better!"
Carmen rolled her hips. Her cunt smeared its own sauces and the remnants of Hank's orgasm all over Janice's unwilling mouth. Janice's back arched and her ass came off the mattress as she tried to fight free of the enfolding, rank-smelling, come-filled pussy pressed over her upturned face.
Her mouth was open and crammed full of cunt-lips. She could feel the sticky jism dribbling down her throat. Her tongue curled, shying away from the overpowering aroma of cunt. God, it was disgusting! She'd never been one of those women who was totally repelled by the sight-to say nothing of the smell-of their own cunts. But she had never had any desire to have her face thrust forcibly into the mess of a black-haired harlot's gooey, reeking, slithering pussy!
"Tongue me!" Carmen commanded.
Janice lay perfectly still. She realized now that any motion of her head would send little hot knives of pleasure stabbing into her tormentor's pussy. She would not give the brunette any satisfaction at all, if she could help it!
"Tongue me out, goddamn you!" Carmen snarled. "Do it! Damn you, when I tell you to do something, you fucking better do it!"
With a long-nailed hand, she reached behind her. Janice gasped right into Carmen's splayed pussy as Carmen took the tip of one big boob in her fingers and twisted it cruelly. Janice's emerald eyes shot open.
"You better tongue me good," Carmen threaten-ed, "or I'll hurt you some more, baby."
Janice shuddered. Her whole being recoiled with revulsion-at the act that was being required of her, it was true, but more from the thought of giving this evil female the incredible, intimate pleasure she would get by having her cunt licked and sucked-and the greater, darker delight Carmen would get from having so completely dominated her former employer!
An increase in pressure on her tit reminded her what would happen if she refused to cooperate. The sensitive nerve-endings of her ample jugs could supply her with almost unbearable pleasure under proper stimulation. Or they could give Janice unbearable pain.
Slowly, Janice's tongue crept out. It slid over her teeth, and Carmen's body shook with joy as it dipped into the dank recesses of her cunt.
"Nice," Carmen purred. "Very nice." But she didn't let go of the tall, lovely woman's boob. Paco's camera was whirring steadily.
A hot rush of aromatic cunt oils filled Janice's mouth as her probing tongue excited Carmen's pussy. What's happening to us? she thought. How can we be reduced to this, copulating like animals for the filthy satisfaction it gives our captors-knowing that our every submission, our every degradation, will be recorded on film for our loved one to see?
Fear.
That was the answer to the question. Fear. And pain. The slender fingers that now held her nipple were reminders of that. If she resisted, if Roger or Sandy refused to give in to the slightest whim of Janice's ex-husband or his insane accomplices, they would suffer incredible agonies.
She gagged. Carmen's cunt-lips seemed to be pulsing. Then Janice's tongue was trapped by the well-trained muscles of Carmen's pussy channel, literally sucked up into the Chicana's writhing body.
"That's right-suck me good!" Carmen groaned, throwing her head back. "Suck my pussy! Stick your tongue up it! I'm about ready to come!"
Revolted, Janice froze. Her brain reeled. Her nostrils were clogged with a sickening smell. She was choking on the flood of acrid fluid from Carmen's lusting pussy. She could not do it. She could not bring another woman off by eating her cunt.
Carmen looked down at her, face twisted with sudden anger. Then her expression softened, flowed into an incredibly evil smile.
"You don't like the idea of little Carmen coming all over your face, boss lady?" she asked. "Well, my pussy is plopped down on your mouth, and that's where it's going to stay-until you make me come!" She saw understanding in her captive's haunted green eyes.
For a moment, Janice stared up at the wickedly beautiful girl who sat straddling her face. Then she closed her eyes and began to eat cunt. She ate with a singlemindedness and devotion that would have done credit to a religious fanatic. She ate with all the skill a long life of fucking had given her, with the knowledge and intuition she had as a woman of what could make a needy cunt sing with pleasure. Her hands were still tied behind her, digging into the muscles of her lower back and making her shoulders cramp, but with her lips and tongue and teeth she more than made up for the lack of her hands.
Like a rigid prick, Janice's tongue fucked into the depths of Carmen's cunt. Then it came out to stab at the inflated clit at the top of the gash. It scoured around and around between inner and outer pussy lips, scooping up the last gobbets of Hank's come in the process. Then Janice sucked the frilly curtains of lacy flesh that fringed Carmen's hungry pussy into her mouth, scraping the sensitive cunt flaps with her teeth.
Carmen thrashed like a wild woman. Her tits swung abandonedly, her nipples jutting hard and firm. Her asscheeks churned and worked together as she squirmed her freely flowing pussy around and around on that torturing, tingling, fantastic mouth.
Janice Morrison was calling the shots now. She was in command, and the lovely black-haired wanton cried and screamed and begged to the tune Janice's mouth was playing in her cunt.
"Oh!" the Chicana cried. "Do it! Yes! Suck, suck, eat my pussy all up!"
Eyes closed, mind shut against what she was being forced to do, Janice ate her pussy like a feeding lion. Licked and sucked and chewed until Carmen crushed her own tits in her hands and shrieked in wordless ecstasy.
"Aiiiiii-YAHHHHH!" she howled as she cli-maxed. Then she collapsed limply and rolled, panting, off her victim's face.
Janice took in huge breaths of cool air, free at last of the overwhelming smell of Carmen's cunt. Her lithe body was sheened all over with perspiration. Her wrists ached from the ropes that tied them. I've done it, she thought. I've performed a lesbian act. I have brought a woman off by eating her pussy! Nauseated, she rolled onto her side and began retching.
"That's a take!" Hank roared with a laugh.
Chapter Eight
"So he won't answer, eh," snarled Hank Scovill. "I gave him plenty of time. The deadline's passed." He turned and scowled at his prisoners, tied and propped against a wall of the warehouse. Their bodies were wrapped in light robes, but were naked underneath.
"Paco delivered the film to the guard at the gate five hours ago. I know that sonofabitch Morrison is home. He's got to have seen it by now." The bearlike man strode over and stood looming above his captives. "There's only one thing to do about it," he said. He turned away. "Carmen! Paco! Get the camera ready. It's time to make another reel of the Morrison family home movies!"
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The pallet was in the midst of the cleared expanse of floor. On it lay Janice and Sandy Morrison. They were both stark naked, and they lay so that each woman was staring into the other's tangled cunt bush.
"Real good," Carmen announced. She stood over the pair with one hand held behind her back. "Now, eat pussy, both of you."
"Go to hell," Sandy said listlessly. She closed her eyes and turned her face away from her mother's cunt.
Carmen flicked a glance at the camera. Then the hand came out from behind her. She brought the six-foot whip over her shoulder and down onto the girl's ass.
Sandy screamed and rolled against her mother's long body. Both their hands were tied, both were helpless to defend themselves against the vicious leather lash.
"Eat cunt," Carmen said.
Sandy lay sobbing with her cheek pressed against Janice's brown-furred cunt. Roger cursed steadily under his breath. With a sigh Janice leaned forward, pressing her nose between her young daughter's bare thighs.
Without a letup in her weeping, Sandy lifted one leg. A whiff of sweet perfume from her pussy drifted to her mother's nostrils. "I'm sorry, Sandy darling," she whispered. "I don't have any choice . . ."
She moved her head and kissed Sandy gently on the pussy. A shiver went through the girl's slender body. Janice put out her tongue and lightly touched the tiny nubbin of Sandy's clit. Sandy stiffened and then moaned. She was beginning to enjoy it.
Sandy's tender pink pussy-lips parted easily and allowed her tongue to delve between. Sandy quit crying and moved her body so that her cunt was pressed firmly against her mother's mouth. She lowered her leg so that her soft thigh lay across Janice's ear.
"Oh, Mommy," Sandy sighed. "Oh, Mommy, it's wrong, I know it's wrong! But it feels so good to have your tongue in my cunt. Don't stop-please, keep licking my-"
Janice heard the whistle of the whip and flinched, waiting for the stinging bite of leather on her naked flesh. But instead the whip lashed Sandy, cutting an angry red line over her hipbone and across her white buttocks.
"Owwwwwwww! Nooooooo! Don't whip me--Daddy, don't let her whip me!"
Stunned, Carmen stopped with her hand poised to strike again. She looked at Hank, who was obviously as nonplussed as she was by Sandy calling him "daddy."
For a moment the big man paused. "If she won't eat cunt, cut the little bitch to shreds," he growled. Laughing with unnatural lust, Carmen did her best to obey.
"Stop!" Janice shrieked, her panicky cry rising even above Sandy's wails of pain. "Don't whip her! Whip me instead-pelase, stop hurting my baby!"
Her only answer was the rhythmic cracking of leather on vulnerable, female flesh.
At last, exhausted, Carmen paused in her beating. Sandy kept twisting and squirming as though the lash was still licking like fire at her naked body.
"That's enough," Hank said.
He walked over and bent down to run his hands over his daughter's body. She winced away from his touch, crying out when he touched one of the red waals crisscrossing her ass and sides.
"You don't like it, do you, honey?" he asked. "If you don't like it, you can make it stop. All you have to do is eat your mommy's pussy like a good little girl."
"Damn you!" Janice hissed.
Sandy Morrison raised a tear-stained face to her father. She looked at him for a minute, then nodded. She lowered her head again.
An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped Janice's lips as her daughter's mouth closed over her pussy. Then a searing agony wrapped around her rump, making her jump and scream.
"You eat her out too," Carmen ordered, coiling the black and white whip.
After being forced to consume Carmen's oily, reeking cunt the day before, it was almost a relief for Janice to tongue out Sandy's young cunt. They had been given baths the night before by their captors. The girl's pussy smelled fresh and sweet, not sweaty and rank as Carmen's had. And Janice loved the girl with all her mother's heart. The act was doubly forbidden-lesbian incest!-but the idea of giving pleasure to her daughter was far more pleasing to Janice than the idea of servicing Carmen's bizarre lusts had been.
And as for it being forbidden, concepts like that seemed to have lost their meaning in the last forty-eight hours.
With her cunt filled with the sweet delight of her mother's lips and tongue, Sandy did her clumsy, inexperienced best to return her mother's oral-genital favors. All she thought about now, in fact, was trying to give her mother as much joy as she could by using her young mouth on her cunt.
Dimly, she remembered what little sex educa-tion she had had. What was it her mother was doing to her pussy that made her whole body tingle with delight, soothing away the pain of the recent whipping? A woman had something called a clitoris, she recalled. It was supposed to be the most sensitive part of the pussy. It was up at the top of the slash, in a fold of skin at the vee where the inner cunt-lips met.
Gently, Sandy probed with her tongue. She felt the skin of her mother's cunt flaps slide back. Then the tip of her tongue encountered something tiny, hard, and slippery.
Janice's body jerked as an electric shock of pleasure jolted through her body. She yelled right into Sandy's cunt, and the girl's ass bucked in response. Her brain whirling with ecstasy, Sandy fastened her lips on the little nubbin of her mother's clit and sucked it into her mouth. Her mother's teeth were crushing her own clit-button, while her long tongue fucked in and out of Sandy's cunt like a small but agile cock.
Their bodies straining together, cunt to mouth, tits to firm belly, mouth filling with each other's fragrant and flavorful cunt honey. Janice and Sandy Morrison ate each other's pussies until their bodies were gripped by a mutual orgasm.
They writhed as though the floor had gotten red-hot, and mouthfuls of rich warm cunt muffled cries of shared delight. No sooner had the tides of climax ebbed than they settled in to trying to bring each other off again. There was no reluctance now as lips and tongues probed dripping cunts.
"That's enough," Hank said. "Get 'em apart." He took the camera from Paco, who grinned and rubbed his crotch suggestively.
"If you want to fuck something, stick your Mexican dick in that hot sister of yours," Hank told him. "Get those two belly to belly on the table, and leave their pussies alone."
With Carmen's help, Paco picked up Janice Morrison and carried her to the low table to which Sandy had been tied to. They laid her on her back and went back to pick up her daughter's unresisting form. They placed Sandy atop her mother's body, face down, and pressed into the juncture of Janice's neck and shoulder.
Quickly and efficiently, Paco and Carmen bound the two together with a rope passed around their waists.
With the remnants of afterglow lingering in their pussies, Sandy and Janice cuddled against each other. Their jugs were squeezed together nipple to nipple. The cherry-like nubbins of titflesh grew hard, rubbing against each other with delicious friction.
Janice's legs were tied apart, lashed to the legs of the table. Then ropes were tied around Sandy's ankles and her legs were bent upwards. The ends of the ropes were tied to the legs at the far end of the table.
In this position the cunts of both women were exposed to the lusting eyes of Hank and his helpers. The camera, too, took in the two pink-petalled blossoms of cunt, spread wide at the very edge of the table.
"Bring the kid," Hank instructed, as he closed in for a shot of the two pussies. A pearl drop of cunt sauce glittered at the opening of Sandy's pussy channel.
Roger struggled as Paco and his sister untied him. But he came along readily enough when they led him to the table where his mother and sister were tied stomach to stomach. In fact, he knew what was expected and was ready to go!
The same fatalism that possessed Janice and Sandy had come to him as well. He was going to have to do it anyway, so why not like it? It wasn't as if he had not spent a lot of time trying to figure out ways to get into baby sister's pants when they were growing up together-or hadn't whiled away many an afternoon jacking off and dreaming illicit daydreams about stuffing his impossibly beautiful mother full of his giant prick!
And the hot lezzie show that Janice and Sandy had just put on had made his big fat cock as hard as a length of steel!
Not at all reluctantly, Roger went to his knees between the two pairs of lovely feminine legs. His cock quivered. Its head pointed right at the parting of Janice's cunt-lips, and then he lunged.
A moan was ripped from Janice's pale throat as her son's cock drove home in her well-oiled cunt. It was all but unbelievable how huge his cock was! He scooted forward on his knees, pushing every inch of his throbbing cock into his mother's waiting pussy.
For a moment he lingered there, in paradise. Janice's pussy molded itself to the huge bar of his prick like a hot, wet glove, gently and insistently sucking it.
Roger could hear the camera whirring away behind him. He couldn't have cared less. Let the whole damn city watch him-he was going to fuck his mother and his sister, and they were all three going to enjoy the hell out of it! And let the camera and his father and Carmen and Paco be damned!
Slowly, with a maddening corkscrew motion of his hips, Roger pulled his cock from Janice's pussy. "Ahhhhhh," she said. Then she made a little noise of disappointemnt as her son's cock plopped from her twat.
"Sorry, Mom," he said with a glance over his shoulder. "Got to share the wealth a little. You don't want them to whip Sandy any more, do you?"
"Don't try to fool your mother," Janice panted. "You want to fuck your sister so badly you can dly stand it. The chance she'll be whipped if don't has nothing to do with it. Well, go ahead and do it-but hurry and finish so you can fuck your great big cock into me again!"
"Yes, Ma'am," he said obediently. His swollen cock-head stabbed once at the girl's cunt-lips, and then plunged between. Roger's cock went into Sandy
s cunt to the hilt with one mighty thrust.
"Oh yes! Yessssss!" moaned Sandy. "Hurry back!" she cried as he brought his cock rapidly out of her tight, tight cunt.
With alternating strokes he fucked his mother and sister. In seconds the two women had gotten into a kind of competition. They were tightly bound so that they had every little freedom of movement, but each was trying with what freedom she had to outfuck the other!
Their mother had by far the more experience, but Sandy had learned a hell of a lot in the last few days and was putting it all to use.
"Hot fucking damn!" Roger gritted through clenched teeth as her cunt surged around his withdrawing prick. It felt as if he'd fucked into a cement mixer!
"Startled, big boy?" the girl asked lewdly. "Well, when you stuck that nice fat dick in me again, I'll show you something that'll make your eyes pop!"
"Mother knows best, honey," Janice told her son as she sucked his cock into her with a wild rippling of her cunt muscles that seemed to make his hair stand on end.
When Roger's prick was buried balls-deep in her twat, Janice bit her lip and clamped down hard. "Now you're in there," she groaned. "I'm not going to let you go!"
"We'll see about that!" Before Janice could react, Sandy had lifted her head and pressed her lips to her mother's in a wet, fervent kiss. As the two tongues twined together, Janice's cunt relaxed its deathgrip on the boy's cock and it slid reluctantly out into the air again.
But only for a second! Then it was hammering into Sandy's cunt again, stretching the virgin-tight walls of her pussy to the razor-edge of agony.
In and out Roger fucked. His tempo increased gradually until his hips were a blur. Once by accident he stuck his prick into his mother's asshole. The little opening relaxed instantly and sucked him in before he realized what was happening.
As he fucked into the unimaginable snugness of his mother's ass, Roger felt something snap deep down in his balls.
He couldn't hold it any longer. He had to come!
With a gasp he jerked his cock free of his mother's anus. Wildly he stabbed it back into Sandy's cunt. The resilient oily walls closed around it, almost as tight as Janice's asshole had been.
He couldn't stand it any more Sandy felt his cock give a mighty throb. "Oh, Roger's coming!" she cried. "He's coming in meeeeee!"
Her cry of triumph took off on a hysterical rising note as the first spurt of her brother's rich jism triggered an orgasm in her eager, grasping young pussy.
"Yes, but it was fucking my ass that made him-omigod! He's sticking it in me! And he's spraying come clear to my tonsillllssss!"
A noose of muscle clamped around Roger's cock and pulled it into his mother's cunt. His jism fountained all over the womb that had given him birth. But he struggled manfully and managed to yank his cock out of her climaxing cunt. The next shot of come to jet from the tip of his prick went all over his sister's upturned ass, to the delight of Hank behind the camera, but the next was delivered to the very depths of Sandy's orgasming pussy.
In one cunt, out, into another, constantly jetting come-Roger's giant prick pounded like a piston of meat as the three came together in one blinding, crazy, three-way orgasm!
At last, their passion spent, Roger collapsed on top of his sister's nude and quivering young body. His cock nestled in the furrow between her snowy buttocks. A thin trickle of come drooled from its tip.
"Well, you all certainly enjoyed that," Hank Scovill said.
Roger nodded weakly and the two females sighed.
"So now it's time for something you won't like nearly as much," the redheaded giant went on. "Get them set up for the next act."
Roger tried to rise, found his tied arms gripped from behind. Paco and Carmen lifted him up onto his feet and dragged him backwards. He went along until the backs of his knees bumped into something unyielding. He sat down abruptly.
It was some kind of rough wooden table. Carmen and her brother made him lie full length on his back.
"You'll like this part," the black-haired girl said, dropping to her knees beside him. With that she took his half-limp prick into her mouth and started sucking. Paco walked back to the table where Sandy and Janice still lay tied belly to belly.
Like a snake, Carmen's tongue coiled around and around Roger's enormous cock. It started to harden almost instantly. The Chicana knew all there was to know about sucking cock. And if Roger Morrison had needed any proof of that, which he didn't, he was getting it right here and now!
When Carmen, with obvious reluctance, let the spit-gleaming and erect length of cock slide out between her lips, Paco positioned Sandy so that she was straddling her brother's hairy crotch, her arms still bound behind her. Of her own accord she lowered herself onto that magnificent spar of cock.
Pleasure filled Sandy's being as Roger's cock filled her cunt. Her pussy juices flowed from her cunt-lips and drowned his balls. She sighed and let her body fall on top of his.
Being tied was no new experience for the adolescent by this point. She lay docilely, thrilling to the feel of her brother's hard chest muscles against her rigid nipples as Carmen and Paco tied them together with ropes around their waists. The two were tied securely, but with a little experimenting Sandy found she could fuck by rolling her butt up and down. She and Roger both sighed in happy anticipation of the delights of another bout of incestuous screwing.
"Hey, what's happening?" Roger demanded suddenly. He felt blood rushing to his head and looked wildly around.
Carmen was working the camera now, and Hank and Paco were lifting the lower end of the platform into the air! While Roger watched over his sister's bare shoulder, the two raised it to a steep angle and propped it up on a sawhorse.
Sandy giggled and bit him on the neck. "This is going to be fun," she promised in a low voice. How she had changed in the past few days! Roger felt that it was definitely for the better. "What's that?" she asked suddenly. "What are they doing to my butt?"
Roger peered at the well-sculpted curves of his younger sister's back.
"What-what are they sticking into my ass?" Swallowing nervously, Roger told her: "It's a candle, honey."
"A candle?" she asked, not understanding. She felt her brother's body stiffen.
Then she heard the sound of a match being struck, and flaring into blazing life.
All at once she understood. She screamea. "Nooooo!" Sandy howled. "They're going to light the candle! Don't-oh, dear God, please don't do it!"
"Do you get the idea?" Hank asked Roger as he frowned up at him over the girl's shoulder. "Prop his head up with a pillow, Paco."
The Chicano did as he was told. When he'd finished, Hank grinned at his son. Then he slapped his daughter on the rump.
It was a gentle blow. But it was enough to send droplets of hot wax spattering all over Sandy's upturned butt. Searing green wax dappled the pale flesh.
The girl shrieked.
Roger thought his eardrums would burst. "You bastard!" he raged. "How can you do this?"
"It's easy," Hank said easily. "What you need to do is hurry up and come off before the candle burns down into the little girl's asshole!"
As Roger's face twisted with disgust, Hank reached out to caress a white asscheek. Sandy's flesh seemed to crawl away from his touch.
"And you, sweetheart," he said softly, "what you need to do is fuck big brother for all you're worth, no matter how much it hurts. Every move you make is going to spill that fiery wax onto your ass. But the sooner you make Roger come, the sooner we'll get you out of this."
He whacked the girl's bottom again. More wax spilled, and Sandy screamed again. Then he stepped back to give the camera an unobstructed view of his latest sexual torture.
Experimentally, Roger probed his cock into the girl's cunt. It produced a hideous shriek as molten wax burned her ass.
"Sandy, listen," he told her urgently. "We've got to do it his way! Fuck me, baby-fuck me so I come soon and he lets you go!"
Gritting her teeth, tears streaming down her lovely pain-racked face, Sandy began to move her hips. The first move brought a torrent of the seemingly boiling wax pouring down onto her rump. Her cry was muffled against her brother's neck.
Grimly, Sandy began to fuck. Her brother's cock had started to go limp from watching and listening. With slow, unhurried movements so as not to bring more wax raining onto her flesh, Sandy brought his cock back to raging life.
"God, you're getting good!" her brother murmured.
The girl rolled her hips. Her cunt was wet despite the torture she was going through. The feeling of having her pussy totally filled with her brother's throbbing cock thrilled her beyond compare.
"Fuck me, brother dear," she whispered, and stuck her tongue in his ear.
It was a very bad mistake.
Reflexively, uncontrollably, Roger fucked up-wards, burying his cock all the way in the dripping glory of his sister's cunt. The violent thrust unleashed a lava-like wave, washing over his sister's ass in a tidal wave of red agony.
"Aiiiii!" she screamed. "Aaaaaahhhh!"
Her ass thrashed wildly, madly, trying to escape the searing liquid pouring down from above. And the more she thrashed, the more wax came down to burn her tender ass flesh.
Across the room Paco had bent Janice Morrison over the table and was methodically butt-fucking her with rapidly increasing vigor. His cock was too skinny to give the woman any real pain, and she enjoyed anal fucking enough to be able to take his prick in without any problem or discomfort. But she was in dreadful agony just the same. Every tortured cry torn from her daughter's lips stabbed into her vitals like a white-heated iron.
She wanted to cry. She wanted to die. She wanted to help her beloved little Sandy, and she hated herself for her inability to do so.
Roger was pained by his sister's cries too. But her frenzied struggles were a different matter entirely! As the boiling wax drove her wild, her ass churned and bucked and roiled and thrashed and worked around his pinioned prick in an unbeliev-able symphony of erotic motion.
So hot and furious was his sister's pussy as she squirmed frantically that Roger felt sure his cock was being charred and ground to a nub. But he didn't care! He was being fucked the way he'd never been fucked before, and he was loving it!
Even Sandy's horrible shrieks of pain were driving him on, whipping his libido to a frenzy. The more the girl thrashed, the more wax cascaded onto her vulnerable ass. And the more her brother's passion was enflamed. The more Roger was turned on, the harder he drove his cock in and out of her snatch-and the more wax dripped onto her skin.
The way Roger's cock was being manhandled by the girl's cunt, he couldn't have held back long even if he'd wanted to!
Her cries were not the only sound in the room. Over her screams and the grunting of Roger and Paco as they fucked faster and faster came Hank Scovill's insane, evil, vengeful laughter.
After a seeming eternity of being torn between lust and pity for his sister, Roger felt his balls clench. Then a large wad of come began to crawl the length of his buried cock, and it finally burst free to fill his sister's undulating pussy channel with one mighty spurt.
"There!" crowed Roger, wincing as his orgasm made him fuck the girl harder still and spill more wax on her ass. "I've come! She's made me come-let her go!"
"In a minute," laughed Hank. "But you got to finish first!"
Sandy's butt seemed to be encased in green wax now. Some had cooled and caked and fallen off, but more was raining down in an agonizing cascade every second. The girl sobbed and moaned and pleaded. It did no good. Sadistically, Hank made her wait until every last, foaming drop of her brother's come had spent itself in her cunt before he stepped forward and snuffed the flame.
"Well, that's it," he said cheerfully. "Paco?" "Just a-unnggghh!-second," Paco replied. Bracing himself with his hands against Janice's rounded asscheeks, he pulled his cock out of her tiny asshole. It popped free and gave a last spurt of come over the woman's snowy mounds of assflesh. Then he pulled up his pants.
"Get this tape to Morrison," Hank ordered, "This is just a mere hint of what he'll be seeing damned soon if he doesn't come up with the money real fast!"
Grinning, Paco nodded and left.
Chapter Nine
"Aiiieee! Ah! Oh no, no!" Sandy screamed and struggled, but Hank's grip on her ass was unbreakable.
Holding the sawed-off broom handle with both hands, Carmen stabbed at the adolescent's tightly-fisted asshole with the rounded, greased end of the stick. "Goddamn you, hold still!"
"Use your fingers to pull her butthole open," Hank growled at her. "See-it slides in nice and easy."
"Oh God-ooowwwAAAHHH" cried Sandy, as the stick impaled her ass.
Biting her lip, Carmen drove the pole home. Inch after inch went in until six inches of the broomstick were shoved up the thrashing' girl's butt. Then Carmen wound a rope under the girl's knees, drew them up to her belly, and tied the rope around her waist.
"Well done," Hank said. "Now for the woman." Golden sunset light poured in over the tops of the walls. Tied to an upright, Roger spat and snarled as his father and Carmen walked toward his mother's bound form. "I'll kill you," he swore. "Whatever I do, I'll kill you for this!"
Janice raised a pale, tearstained face to her former husband. "Why?" she asked. "Why are you doing this? Paco has scarcely had time to get to my husband's house. He might pay this time-why are you doing this?"
Hank gave her a look of feigned surprise. "You don't actually think that bastard is going to get you and the kids back, do you?" he asked. "Naw. What he's buying is nice moving picture footage of your last moments on earth. It'll be worth it too-there are some millionaires who'd pay a year's income for flicks like the one you and your damn kids are about to star in."
"But ... why?"
He shoved his rage-reddened face up close to hers. "You sold me out," he gritted. "You and that little wimp and that pasty-faced slut with the skinny ass. You were glad to get rid of me-I bet you planned it that way all along! Tried to get me out of the way so I'd never come back to haunt you. But I did." He straightened up. "But I sure as shit did. Get her trussed up and ready, Carmen, while I go fetch the other stuff."
"Get me ready for what?" Janice asked. She felt strangely calm. "Ready to be killed in whatever way he has in mind?"
"Not yet," Carmen smiled. She quickly whipped a rope around Janice's long, firm legs and drew them up under her ample boobs, the way her daughter had been tied.
Lying on her side, hunched into a fetal position, Janice watched Carmen produce another length of broomstick. "I see that one isn't lubricated. Did you run out of Vaseline, or does Hank want to make it that much harder on me?"
"Oh, you don't understand," Carmen told her pleasantly. "This isn't going into your ass." She positioned the foot and a half long stick, then inserted it in Janice's cunt.
The brown-haired woman's pussy wasn't lubri-cated and so the dry stick felt uncomfortable going in. But it didn't really hurt. It was too thin.
Carmen took hold of Janice's ankles and drew them together with the end of the broomstick between them. She taped ankles and stick together with some strong tape, wrapping it around and around for strength.
Sandy was sobbing off to one side. Janice stirred slightly, closing her ears to the plaintive sounds her daughter was making. The motion caused the stick to swish around in her pussy. The sensation was not altogether unpleasant. Janice felt the first tinglings of her curt juices flowing.
"Now what?" Janice asked.
"My God," she heard her son say, as if in response to her query. She turned her head and looked around.
Hank had come back into view. He was wheeling a charcoal barbecue pit on a wheeled tripod. It had apparently been warming up for some time. The charcoal briquets glowed red in the dusk, and they were covered with a fine coating of grey ash.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" Janice asked.
"What do you think?" Hank grinned. He held something up for her to see, and he laughed out loud at the horrified expression on her face.
"That's right, darlin'. It's a branding iron. Had it made up special. Got my initials on it, too. Henry Aaron Scovill. Like it?" Unable to control her emotions, Janice turned her head away.
Hank Scovill stuck the cold iron into the coals. "Well, I won't use that till Paco gets back. He
won't wanna miss out on the fun." He picked up the camera, checked it, and aimed it. "Okay, Carmen. Time for you to get a little exercise."
Without Janice having seen it, Carmen had gotten the six-foot black and white whip. It whistled through the air now, curling with a snap around the tops of Janice's thighs.
Involuntarily, the woman's leg muscles jerked at the pain. The motion buried eight inches of the broomstick in her pussy.
"Aaaahhh," she moaned as pleasure mingled with the pain of her whipped thighs. She straightened her legs as far as she could. The stick slid smoothly out of her cunt, rasping pleasantly along her clit. When her legs were extended as much as they'd go, an inch or so of the pole was still trapped by the lips of her pussy.
The length of wood that had gone into Janice's cunt was dark, wet with the excited sauces of her cunt.
"You like it, huh?" Carmen asked. "See, it's not so bad. Try it again!" She swung the whip, biting her lip at the delicious feel of her nipples brushing the lining of the half-zipped letter jacket. The leather slashed out to bite the tender flesh of Janice's ass.
"Yi!" the woman exclaimed. She flinched violently. Again the stick was buried in her cunt, a little deeper this time.
Carmen didn't wait. She struck again. Janice rolled, crying out. The stick made a sucking noise as it came out of her cunt. Janice's 'pussy was brimming with oil now. The fragrant cunt sauce was spilling out, matting her upturned bush and pouring over her butt.
Janice was on her back. With her hands tied behind her, her knees tied under her boobs, and her feet sticking straight up with the broom handle running from between them to plunge into her pussy, she made a comical sight. The black-haired Chicana laughed.
Her laughter mingled with the cracking of the whip and Janice's cries of pain as she was flogged. And Janice's yelps were blended with groans that escaped as she involuntarily fucked herself with the broomstick. This was close to the ultimate degradation, she thought. Being forced to undergo pain and pleasure at the same time-another example of Hank's warped genius.
"Aiyah!" she cried. "Oh, god, that was deep! Ow! Oh, owwwwww! No-no more! Don't whip me again-aaaiiieee!"
Hank had his trousers down around his knees now. His huge cock stuck out from his crotch like the -bowspirt of a ship. He lay down on the concrete, still working the camera one-handed, while his free hand drew his daughter's nude bound body toward him. He rolled onto his side, pulled her cunt onto his great spar of cock, and rolled over again onto his back. The length of broomstick
in her ass jutted toward his face like the tail of a dog.
"Hot Jesus, you've got a tight pussy, daughter," he grunted, continuing to aim the camera at his wife. The spectacle of watching her forced to perform like a trained dog, fucking herself uncontrollably with the stick while Carmen beat her, was turning him on fantastically.
With his ex-wife's cries ringing tike music in his ears, Hank took hold of the stick. He wagged it. Sandy groaned.
Working the stick like some kind of lever, Hank Scovill drove his daughter to wild and delightful contortions. He bent her forward,' back, side to side, around and around. He stirred the broom handle in her anus.
Carmen had her victim fucking herself like a dog now, and Janice was panting like an animal as well. The dowel was harder than the hardest cock she'd ever had in her snatch. It poked into her cervix with brutal force every time she drove it into herself. But the friction it caused on her clit was indescribable. Janice was possessed by her lust totally now.
She was even deriving pleasure from the pain of the whip. That was how far she had been brought down by the awful degradation her former husband had put her and her children through. She was acting like an animal, or worse. She -was writhing and gasping, all but begging for the half-naked Chicana to give her yet more sweet pleasure-pain!
And the camera was recording it all, for her husband Phillip to see!
Maddened with bizarre and unnatural lust, Janice could hear her daughter's voice as Hank raped her butt with the greased pole and her cunt with his enormous, powerful cock. He was stirring her on to incredible erotic efforts with the stick rammed cruelly up her ass the way Carmen was driving Janice on with the relentless whip. Sandy's tight cunt sucked and slurped and slithered around the great bar of her father's cock, while tears of pain rolled down her cheeks from the reaming her ass was getting.
"Hang ... on. . . honey," Janice found
the strength to say. "It-ahhhhh!-can't go on . . . foreverrrr-AAAHHH!" At a vicious whipstroke that curled around her bottom and flicked at her tits, Janice kicked the stick home in her cunt and came.
"Ahhhhh-Mommy? Are you all right? Arrragggh! My ass-oh, Daddy-my ass-my cunt -I'm COMMMMiiinnnggg!" Sandy's voice rose in a wail as her father probed deeper with the broom handle, shoved his mighty cock still farther into the recesses of her pussy, and.let the involuntary spasms of her orgasm milk a fiery blast of come from his thick prick. He swung the camera away from his wife who was flopping around the floor like a beached fish, fucking herself and coming
while Carmen lashed at her shoulders. Then he brought the camera to bear on his daughter's cunt. White, frothing, foaming jism was bubbling out around the girth of his well-buried cock. The camera got it all down, every drop, on the film that was to be Phillip Morrison's last record of his adopted family.
The door swung open and Paco came in. "Okay, boss," he called. "I got it delivered all right-hey! Wow, looks like I'm missing something!"
Hank laid the camera down and rolled over, pushing Sandy away from him. "We saved the best for you," he said, getting to his feet. He looked down at his daughter. She lay at his feet, nude and vulnerable. Cunt juice and his sperm leaked down onto her tortured asshole.
"Carmen! That's enough. Go get lover boy and bring him over. I want him to watch me burn my initials in his baby sister's ass at close range."
"I'll kill you!" howled Roger, throwing himself against his bonds in a white fury.
Carmen recoiled from him. "Hey, he could be dangerous, you know?" she said dubiously.
Hank nodded his red head. He disappeared for a moment and came back waving the big black revolver. "Here we go," he said. "He tries anything, I'll shoot off a foot or something, calm him down a little." With the point of his toe, he turned Sandy over on her belly. She started to kick, but he put his foot in the small of her back and pinned her there with her jugs squashed against the cold concrete.
"Fuck! I can't untie these damn ropes," Carmen said. The bloodlust was rising in her, making her fingers fumble. She went and got the butcher knife and started sawing at the cord that held Roger to the post.
"No! No! No! Please nooooo!" moaned, Sandy. Janice was lying on her side, watching with helpless horror in her clear green eyes.
Paco was standing by the glowing brazier. He took the branding iron gingerly by the handle and lifted it out. The brand at the end glowed a hideous cherry red. He inspected it minutely.
Somebody coughed. Or that was what Janice suspected at first. Then she saw what appeared to be a third eye in the center of Paco's forehead. Then he slumped. His body fell across the grill, upsetting it, and hot coals went skittering everywhere across the floor.
Carmen looked up and screamed. "Paco!"
The couch came again, and Hank Scovill staggered back, blood gushing from a hole in his shoulder.
From the depths of the warehouse a figure appeared. A stocky, sturdy figure dressed in a sports shirt and slacks, and carrying a stubby black automatic with a cigar-shaped silencer screwed to the muzzle.
"Moon!" Sandy screamed.
In a blur of motion Hank Scovill scooped the girl up despite the bullet hole in his shoulder. Holding her up between the Korean and himself as a shield, he pressed the revolver against the side of the naked girl's head.
"Take another step," he said, "and I'll blow her fucking brains out. Now put the gun down." Moon stood unmoving, the gun aimed at the big man. Carmen turned and fled like a gazelle into the shadows. The knife clattered to the floor.
Roger took a step forward. He realized that he was free of the stanchion, though his hands were still tied . . .
"Drop it!" snarled Scovill. He jabbed Sandy cruelly with the pistol. The flames were springing up everywhere now, set off by the widely-scattered coals from the charcoal grill.
Moon stood impassively.
Hank glared at him, his face a mask of hate. The Korean took a step forward.
Scovill stepped back. "I'm warning you," he said.
Five feet behind him, Roger turned and cocked his arm. The knife struck his father in the back, just above the waistline of his trousers.
Hank Scovill stiffened. Sandy wriggled free and fell to the ground. Moon shot him three times, then, and he fell dead.
He acted quickly. Retrieving the knife from the corpse of Hank Scovill, he sliced the bonds of the pale-faced boy who stood staring dumbly down at the body. Roger came out of his spell then, and while Moon picked up Janice, Roger scooped up his baby sister and ran from the warehouse. The inside of the building erupted into an inferno behind him.
Gasping, they collapsed on the gravel. "How did you find us?" Janice asked. "Followed the boy. He was not so cautious returning."
"You did it," Roger exclaimed. "You got them all. You rescued us. We're free, and they're all dead!"
"Not Carmen!" Janice exclaimed suddenly. "She must have slipped out the back."
"No," the Korean said. "Back door is locked. No way out but through front." He nodded at the door. On the other side was nothing but a mass of bright flames.
Roger was pulling the broomstick out of his sister's ass.
Sandy stood up, rubbing herself all over with newly freed hands. "Then she's still in there," she said weakly.
Moon nodded.
"Roger."
The boy stirred in his sleep. He was dreaming. It had been a terrible dream. He had been kidnapped, he and Sandy and their mother Janice . . .
"Roger," the voice came again.
Roger woke fully. Panic seized him as he remembered it had not been a dream, but reality. Was he still in the warehouse, waiting for his father's insane vengeance to run its dreadful course?
"Roger," another voice said. Like the first voice, it was soft and low and female, but it was much younger.
"Huh-what? Sandy?"
"Shh. It's me. And-and Mom too." "What are you doing here?"
"You were very brave, back at the warehouse," his mother said. "You saved us all."
"But Moon-"
"He did well, but he's paid for that. And if it had not been for you, we wouldn't have gotten away."
"We've come to pay you back," Sandy said. Roger felt Sandy climb on the bed beside him. He tried to sit, but she pushed him back. There was a rustle of fabric as she hiked up her filmy nightgown. Then a wet, delicious aroma wafted to his nostrils as she straddled his face. It was the odor of her cunt, eager and dripping.
"That's right," his mother said. She clambered onto the bed and pulled down his pajama pants.
He felt his mother's nightie brush the tops of his thighs as she swung astride his crotch. Cool, skilled fingers fondled his prick.
"We want to show our appreciation for what you did at the warehouse."
"Of course, what happened back there wasn't all bad," Sandy added. "In fact, we sort of acquired a taste for certain things-didn't we, Mommy?"
Janice Morrison's reply was to lean down and wrap cool lips around the flared head of her son's cock.
"Oh well," Sandy sighed. "Anyway, as they say, brother-relax and enjoy it!"
Roger opened his mouth to speak, but his words were muffled by the curly-bearded cunt that descended and covered his lips with a wet, juicy, meaty kiss.
She's right, Roger thought, then slipped his tongue into his sister's pussy.
