The girl cowers in fear, the blood pounding in her veins as her terror and helplessness seem to inflame the man's passion all the more. He is laughing, whether it shows on his face or not, he is laughing.
Young girls, trapped and defenseless against not outsiders, but members of their own families! Incest, the oldest taboo. Rape, the most horrible of crimes against a young woman.
Ruthlessly, the brother, a famous rock star, home for a concert, takes his younger sister to his room after the show, and once through with her, hands her over to the rest of the band for never-ending abuse and violation.
The father, a mild-mannered teacher, suddenly lusts after his own daughter and late one night, traps her in her room, advances on her with nothing but pleasure in his eyes no matter how loud she screams or hard she begs.
The innocent young woman, visiting her relatives in the country, is cornered one hot, summer afternoon in the fields by her cousins. They tear her clothes from her body and force her to submit over and over again.
These young girls fall headlong into the horror and degradation of rape and incest, unable to escape, surrounded by men of lust and greed, their torture and shame goes on and on and on....
THE ROCK STAR'S LITTLE SISTER
PART ONE
When she awoke, she felt as if she had just climbed back up from the depths of hell. Her body ached in a thousand different places and her mind swirled with a hundred memories of horror and shame that still did not seem real.
She glanced around the large motel room, groaning as she held her head, wondering if all of this could be true. Did it really happen, all the sick, rotten things that she remembered them making her do? Could it be true that she had been raped again and again and forced to perform acts that even now made her ill?
She held her pretty, long-haired, seventeen-year-old head and groaned in pain. She had a headache from the liquor and drugs they had forced her to take. Her flesh was matted with bruises and welts and there was dried blood on her naked thighs. She shivered, but not with any sort of cold. No, this trembling of her young, abused body came from the memories that were quickly coming back to her and the knowledge, deep in the pit of her belly, that she would never be the same.
It did not seem possible that only a day and a half ago, she was a different girl. Then she was merely a teenager, thrilled to the news that her brother, Tommy Coyle, a famous rock star, was going to be coming home.
God, how she had loved him. He was her ideal. He. had had the courage and belief in himself to strike out on his own and carve a name for himself in the world of music. Her parents had dismissed him, calling him a fool and a dreamer, and all her friends and his, too, had laughed. But Tommy had done it, and now he was coming home to play a show in their hometown. A triumphant return.
She had been thrilled, of course. If there was one thing that Josie Coyle truly believed in and loved, it was her brother, Tommy. From the start, back when she was only two or three and he was six years older, they had understood each other.
Tommy had always taken care of her, had always made sure that nothing bad happened to her. He had gotten in more fights over her than either of them cared to remember. But he had stuck by her, protecting her from other kids and taking the blame from her whenever the parents were angry. She felt she owed him everything and had supported his decision completely when he left home five years ago to seek his fortune.
She had not seen him in all that time. They had written and talked on the phone a number of times over the years, and he was always promising to return, but had never found the time, until now.
She could remember exactly how he looked when he left, he hadn't, changed a bit, she thought, judging from the album covers she had. She wondered if ne would recognize her when he saw her again.
When he left, she was a skinny, pimpled girl of twelve, now she was much different. The years had been kind to her, had given her skinny, tall body shape and form. Where there had been nothing, now stood a magnificent, full pair of breasts that rose high on her rib cage, and a pert, jutting ass that swayed in a saucy fashion whenever she walked. She had grown into a beautiful young girl.
She had a number of boys sniffing around her all the time, but she had promised herself to stay pure and virginal until the right man came along. She knew that that was how her brother would want it. She rarely went out on dates and got excellent marks in school. She did everything she possibly could to make herself the best in her brother's eyes.
He had sent word to her to meet him at the theater a couple of hours before the show. When she got there, slipping past the throngs of kids waiting to get in, she was taken backstage to the band's dressing rooms. She was a little scared at first, peering into. the rooms, seeing the four other members of the band hugging and kissing a couple of the local girls they had picked up.
Then she saw Tommy and she smiled, running up to him and throwing her arms around him. He leaped back, for a moment wondering who this crazy chick was, then he started laughing and hugging her back.
"Well, God damn, Josie," he cried, happily. "Jesus, I didn't realize who you were at first! You look beautiful, baby, just beautiful! Christ, you sure have grown up, I'll say that!"
She giggled girlishly and nodded in embarrassment. "I was hoping you would say that, Tommy," she said in a soft, shy voice. "I was hoping you would think I was pretty! I wanted to be for you, so very much!"
"Well, shit, baby, you are!" he laughed again. He took: her by the arm and led her around the room.-"Take a look, guys, this is my kid sister! Some chick, huh? Didn't I tell you?"
He introduced her around the room. The other members of the band were named Bert, Stan, Mike and Phil and though they were even more ragged-looking than Tommy, she ignored their sloppy dress. She knew all about rock stars. They didn't give a damn about anything but their music, so she wasn't too shocked.
Tommy had to return to his hotel room for some things and he invited her along. Of course she wanted to go. She couldn't think of anything more exciting. She climbed into the back of the limousine with him and settled back into the soft, plush seat as Tommy tapped the window and the driver took off.
God, it was so exciting being in there with him, heading toward his hotel, feeling like some movie star or something! She was so excited she couldn't think!
"This is the way to travel, kid," he said, laughing softly at her wide-eyed look. "From now on, I only go first class, all the way!"
He reached over and gave one of her shapely knees a rough squeeze. His touch sent shivers of pleasure racing through her loins and she felt her cheeks blushing to even think that she would feel that way from a brotherly caress. Of course, she knew he meant nothing by it and she herself was not really turned on. She was just so up in the air over their evening together, that she couldn't help feeling all funny all over.
When they reached the hotel, they took the service elevator up to his floor, because the lobby was jam-packed with kids wanting to see anyone from the band. She could not get over the fact that this was her brother they were all raving about, though she was well aware of how handsome he looked. She had known that for a lot longer than anybody else.
She was dazzled by his room. It was so big and grand, the best the hotel had to offer. She wandered around, going into the ajoining suite, marveling at the gold fixtures in the bathrooms and the large, opulent beds that seemed bigger than anything she could imagine.
Tommy watched her, an amused look on his face, as she took everything in. He sat down on one of the huge, comfortable divans and opened a bottle of champagne. He called her over after a bit and she sat down beside him, while he poured them both a glass.
"To us, little sister," he said cheerfully, clinking his glass against hers. "May we both have a roaring good time while I'm in town!"
She echoed his toast and drank some of the sweet-tasting, bubbly wine. It was the first she had ever had and it went down deliciously smooth. She giggled as the sparkling liquid tickled her nose and Tommy laughed.
"Ohhh, Tommy, I'm so excited for you," she gushed, tapping her fingers on his knee in a sisterly fashion. "I can't wait for the show tonight! It's going to be so much fun!"
Tommy smiled at her in a sly fashion, draining off his glass and refilling it, urging her to do the same. "Hell, honey," he said softly. "We don't have to wait for tonight to have a party, we can have one right now!"
Then he went over to the mantle above the fireplace and brought a green pouch that was bulging full with something. He laid it down on the coffee table and pulled some leaves from the bag. She gasped, realizing that this was probably marijuana. She watched intently as he rolled them a couple of huge cigarettes, then put the makings away and lit one of the big joints with an expensive lighter.
He sucked deeply on the burning cigarette, the acrid odor filling the air', his face almost disappearing in a cloud of smoke. He held the smoke in his lungs and passed it to her, indicating that she should do the same.
She had never smoked grass before, but she didn't want to seem like a dummy to her wonderful, older brother, so she tried to copy what he had done. The smoke burned her throat and she almost choked, but she worked hard at keeping it in her lungs and after he exhaled, she waited a few moments and did the same.
"This is the best stuff there is," he said through a tight, strained voice. "A couple of hits off of this, and honey, you'll be there!"
They passed the huge cigarette back and forth until it was less than an inch long, then Tommy set it down in the ashtray to burn itself out. He leaned back against the couch, eyes closed, letting the drug take hold. She already felt very weird, but very nice and she smiled lazily and leaned back also.
"Need some music," he mumbled, getting to his feet with an exhausted sigh and slowly going over to the mantle again. He snapped a cassette into a portable radio-tape player and in a few moments the sounds of his newest record filled the room.
When he came back to the divan, she was feeling so light and aily that she hardly noticed when he sat buck down and put his arm around her, drawing her close to him. Willingly she nestled into his shoulder, feeling so safe and warm und wonderful with her marvelous, famous brother.
"I've been thinking a lot about you, lately, baby," Tommy said in a soft, warm voice. He bent his head and kissed her hair, rubbing his hand back and forth across her shoulders. "I've been wondering how my sister turned out, you know? Been wondering if she turned into a nice looking fox. And boy you did!"
His words were so wonderful to hear, she hardly noticed what he was doing. His hand had slithered down to the base of her spine and his fingers were tapping lightly at her curvaceous buttocks. She moaned, shivering a bit as his fingers began to creep down over her bottom. He reached out with his free hand and lifted her chin, slithering his mouth down along her cheek to her lush, sensuous lips.
A shock ran through her system as he pressed his own mouth over hers, kissing her deeply, forcing her teeth apart with his tongue. She felt the stabbing dart slashing at her own precious arrow and she suddenly became confused and frightened, trying to pull away.
"I ... I don't think we should do this, Tommy," she stammered, pushing against his broad chest with her slender hands. "I mean ... we're ... you're my brother!"
"So what, baby?" he said, gruffly, trying to press his mouth back on hers. His hands were now gripping her shoulders and he was leaning into her, pinning her against the couch. "Come on, loosen up, honey! This is Tommy, remember? The brother you love so much? Let's get down, honey!"
She squirmed out from underneath him and slithered away from him on the couch, shaking her nead in a frightened manner. "No, no, Tommy!" she gasped. "I can't do this, I can't! I'm your sister, it's not right!"
Tommy's thin smile turned into an ugly sneer and he whipped out his hand, cracking her hard across the cheek. "Don't give me that shit, bitch," he hissed in a dark, threatening tone. "You ain't no lily, I know about you bitches! I always need some pussy before I go on, and I can't think of anyone better than you, baby! It ought to really get me up for this show!"
He leaped across the couch again and leaned into tier, driving his knee between her thighs, forcing it hard up against her skirt. She gasped and turned her head away, trying to avoid the mouth that was seeking her own.
"Stop it, stop it, Tommy, please," she said, breathlessly, squirming and twisting away from him. "Tommy, Tommy, you don't know what you're doing, you don't!"
She pushed him away and wiggled out from underneath him. She started for the door, but his hand leaped out and caught the sleeve of her blouse. She struggled and the blouse tore free, scattering the pearl buttons that held it shut, about the room.
She gasped in horror, staring down at the open folds of her blouse, then held it shut with one hand and made for the other side of the room. Tommy leaped from the couch with a growl and caught her ankle, dragging her down to the floor with a heavy thud. She kicked at him as he pulled her toward him, her foot catching him in the side of his head, knocking him over.
She cried out, as she saw him lying there, holding his temple. He looked at her, a cruel, nasty gleam in his eyes. "You little cunt," he hissed, climbing to his feet. "You little bitch, kick me, will you!"
He lashed out with a foot and slammed the toe of his boot into her side. The pain shot through her and she screamed, rolling over on her side and clutching the throbbing portion of her body that he had struck.
He stood over her, glaring down at her, the meanest, harshest look in his eyes that she had ever seen in anyone. "Don't you understand, yet, cunt?" he growled. "I need pussy before I play! I want some fucking and you're going to give it to me!"
"But ... but Tommy," she groaned, her voice thick with the pain she was feeling. "I'm ... I'm still a virgin! And you're my brother, for God's sake!"
Out of anger, he kicked her again, slamming his foot, the wicked tip pointed and sharp,, into her thigh. "You think I give a shit for that, bitch," he laughed, cruelly. "Jesus, I've fucked so many virgins, I've lost track! You being my sister only makes it that much more exciting! Now quit giving me a hard time and start getting out of those clothes!"
"Noooo," she cried, softly, struggling to get to her feet. She was shaking her head, firmly, edging away from him. "I'm not going to, I won't, I won't!"
He laughed again, reaching out swiftly and catching her wrist in his fingers. He slapped her again across the face and she yelped as the pain and force of the blow almost knocked her off her feet.
He reached out and curled his fingers around the back of her blouse and ripped downward, tearing it from her shoulders, turning the pretty garment into a tattered mass of material. She struck out at him, clawing with her fingernails and he twisted her arm up around behind her, holding her tightly in his grip.
"You stupid little bitch," he chuckled quietly. "I can take care of you with one hand! I'm pretty strong, baby, from all the years of playing! Now, you want it gentle or do you want it hard?"
She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. Not from Tommy, not from her own, wonderful brother. She struggled to get free, letting out a painful gasp as he yanked upward on her arm, driving the pain through her. His free hand ran down over her stomach and hooked into her skirt. With a quick, sure snap of his wrist, he tore the garment from her hips and threw it aside in disdain.
He spun her around and held her at arm's length, examining her half-naked body with his greedy eyes. "Not bad, not bad at all," he said happily. "You turned into a cute broad, Josie, a real cute broad! You're gonna be a real fine fuck, I can tell!"
"Ohhh, God, Tommy, please, please stop," she moaned, beginning to sob, now, the fear creeping up from the pit of her belly. "Don't do this, honey, please, please, don't do this to me!"
He cocked his fist and punched her hard in the mouth, splitting her lip. She gasped, dropping to her knees, a trickle of blood starting to flow from the corner of her mouth.
Tommy reached down with a free hand and curled his fingers in the front of her bra. She felt the hard, demanding pressure of his knuckles against her breasts as he pulled down and away and yanked the bra free from her body, the tiny hooks that held it shut, tearing into her smooth warm back.
His eyes feasted on the luscious, perfect form of her adorable mounds. They were just right for her size and height and they trembled enticingly with her gasping breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and her nipples were growing pink and erect with fear.
"Good boobs, baby," he commented absently, running the tips of his fingers across the tender nuggets. "I like them that size, not too big and not too small!"
She moaned, hating the horrible sensation of his fingers fondling her quivering globes and she pulled away from his hand, turning her body to the side and dropping her head to her chest.
He lifted her chin, squeezing it harshly between his thumb and forefinger and glared into her eyes. "You fuck with me, cunt and you're going to regret it," he warned. "I can make you hurt so bad, you won't believe it! Stop playing the poor little girl! Balling me will be fun, you'll see!"
She spat at him then, something she never, ever thought she would do. But at that moment she felt nothing but hatred for her brother. He pulled his head away in response and a deep, angry growl came from his throat. He punched her in the belly and she doubled over, her forehead touching the soft, luxurious carpet, the aching pain pulsating wildly in her belly.
She felt his hands clawing at her panty hose and panties and she tried to fight and kick him and he flipped her over onto her back and began to pull the underwear down over her hips and thighs.
He was no longer her brother, now, just a crazy young man that intended to rape her viciously. She flopped back and forth, left to right as he tugged hard on the clothing, slithering and tearing it down along her ankles, snapping it free from her dainty feet, leaving her naked now and writhing helplessly on the thick carpet.
He grinned as he stood over her, his eyes wide with a growing passion and lust that seemed to come off him like a dank cloud. He licked his lips, running his eyes down along her trembling body, from her tawny, thick mane of luxurious hair to the damp, quivering thatch that covered her lovely pussy mound.
She tried to crawl away, but in moments he was down on the floor, sliding between her thighs, forcing them apart no matter how much she kicked and screamed in an effort to get free of him.
She felt the weight of his body on her own, pushing her tightly against the floor, his hard, pounding cock, bulging against the confinement of his trousers, the hot, feverish blood pounding through it, driving it against-her mound.
His fingers curled in her hair and yanked her head to his mouth. He smiled wickedly, pressing himself into her, using his knees to force her thighs further apart. "Come on, baby, don't be so scared," he said softly, his voice a sensuous, seductive tone. "You're gonna like it, all the girls do! Ain't nothing better for a little, cherry bitch, than to get fucked by Tommy Coyle!"
"Bastard, bastard," she hissed, her voice garbled by the warm, sticky blood that ran from her mouth. "Get off me, damn you, get off! You're an animal, an animal!"
A growl that filled the room with its anger and force escaped his lips and he lifted her head by her hair and slammed it down hard on the carpet, driving a shooting agony through her skull, making her see stars.
He dropped his mouth to hers and kissed her hungrily, running his lips back and forth over her own succulent petals, while his hand slithered down her neck and curled around the soft, pliant flesh of her lovely breasts. Cruelly he dug his fingers into the spongy tissue and kneaded the helpless mound.
She sobbed wildly, unable to squirm away, desperately trying to move her mouth from his greedy lips. She flailed at him weakly, her fingers clawing at his flesh, her legs kicking helplessly about his hips.
"You want it hard, huh, bitch?" he hissed, slapping her again and pinning her hands to the floor with one of his own. "That's okay, cunt! I like the taste of blood in my mouth! I like it when they fight! It gets me real turned on! If you want it that way, it's okay by me!"
Viciously he gripped and squeezed her breasts. His big fingers tore at her flesh, pinching one nipple between his thumb and forefinger so hard that she cried out in agony. Ruthlessly he mashed his mouth down on hers again, catching her lower lip in his teeth and biting down hard on the tender petal. She screamed and struggled, a continuing pain shooting through the soft, pliant fold of flesh. He chewed roughly on her lips, finally freeing them and lifting his head.
"I can really, really hurt you, bitch," he said through tightly clenched teeth. "And the more fucking trouble you give me, the worse it's going to be!"
Once more his mouth covered hers and she felt his greedy, seeking tongue slithering beyond her teeth and entwining around her own. She bit down on the invading spear and he yelped in pain, leaping up, his tongue bleeding.
Now he punched and kicked her, driving his foot into her hips and stomach, slamming his fists into her face again and again. His knuckles tore her cheek and battered her temples, drawing deep, red bruises on her head.
She rolled away from him, sobbing and trying to escape his blows. She saw him yank his belt from his trousers, then quickly strip the pants off, leaving him completely exposed from the waist down, his cock growing thicker and harder with each passing moment.
He cracked the belt in his hands a couple of times, wipping the blood from his lips. "Okay, cunt, you asked for this," he said cruelly. "You want to have it bad, you will!"
He swung the belt up over his head and brought it down hard across her shoulders. She screamed as the pain tore through her back and her flesh stung violently Once more he whirled the belt around his head then brought it down, this time across the soft, pliant flesh of her delicious behind. The loud, wet smack of the weapon echoed through the air, mingling with her cry of agony.
Again and again he brought the wicked, thick leather tool down upon her defenseless body. She wiggled and squirmed, trying to crawl away from the rain of blows that fell upon her. Each strike of the harsh instrument filled her body with a new and excruciating agony.
She no longer thought of anything but the pain he was giving her. She sobbed and moaned, hiding her head, twisting away each time the thick, evil weapon bit into her soft, naked flesh. He was beside himself with delight, now, hitting her harder and harder, sweating from the effort of his attack, breathing in short, labored gasps.
The pain seemed to be unceasing and she did not know how long he continued to hit her until he tossed the belt away and she lay quivering, moaning with the throbbing ache that was racing through her. She turned her head and stared at him with wet, frightened eyes and he merely laughed and kicked her once again.
He dropped to his knees beside her and rolled her back on her back. She fought wildly, but it was of no use. Most of her strength and energy were gone now, faded away with the vicious blows he had struck and she could not stop him when he slithered between her thighs again and forced them apart once more.
"Please, please, don't," she whispered painfully, her lips cracked and swollen. "I ... don't ... Tommy, please. ... please, no more, no more, please!"
He ignored her, caught up in his desire and fierce passion and lust, by now. He ran his hand over her belly and pressed his palm against her damp, warm pussy mound. She groaned as the sensations tingled in her loins and her love juice began to flow in spite of her fear and shame.
With a cruel passion, he gripped and squeezed her mound, running the tips of two fingers up and down along her cunt petals, slithering the spears between them, pinching them harshly between his fingers.
She moaned as he worked on her aching hillock. She tossed her head from side to side and then gasped when his mouth dropped to her breasts and he began to kiss and lather the darling spheres with his lips and tongue.
Hungrily he nibbled at the warm, pulsating flesh of her boobs, sinking his teeth into the spongy tissue, chewing on her alabaster mounds with a greedy wanting. She cried out, struggling to get free as his fingers began to probe the damp, taut interior of her luscious cave.
"Good, tight box," he grunted, twisting and turning the invading spears, driving them deep within her trembling tunnel. "I like a nice, tight box! You're gonna be even better fucking than I thought, bitch!"
An overpowering sense, of shame and humiliation filled her now, as her brother ruthlessly sucked on her breasts and kneaded her aching pussy. He buried his fingers to the hilt in her wet, hot chamber, tapping harshly at her thin layer of flesh that was her virginity. He scraped his nails along her inner walls and pressed the hard, calloused knob of his thumb against her twitching clit.
The soft, tender button tingled in response and she moaned, trying hard to deny the throbbing mixture of pain and pleasure that was rolling through her loins. He laughed, happily, pumping his fingers in and out of her cunt as he kneaded and massaged her mound, his mouth wrapping itself around one breast, catching the nipple between his teeth.
He sucked hungrily on the trapped nugget, slashing at it with his tongue while he worked feverishly on her slippery, hot womb. She could feel his cock, thick and hard now with increasing wanting, throbbing against her thigh, the hot blood that roared through it making it pound wildly at her moist, smooth skin.
She could feel the massive rod inching its way toward her helpless womb and she tried to squirm her bottom along the rug, desperately trying to escape the approaching shaft as it drew nearer to her cunt, its angry greed apparent.
"Oooo, baby, am I ever horny for your cherry," her brother laughed, driving his fingers deep into her pussy, slamming them hard against the thin membrane of flesh that was her hymen. "Ahhh, gonna fuck you so hard and good! Gonna bust you wide open, bitch, fucking, wide open!"
She groaned in terror and revulsion as she felt him withdrawing his fingers from her pussy and reaching down along her thigh for his big, hard cock. She sobbed wildly, tears of horror streaming down her face, stinging her cuts and bruises with their salty water.
Tommy lifted himself up and over her, coming down hard on her belly, slithering his prick up against her damp, slippery cunt petals. She screamed in terror and anticipation and rolled about the carpet beneath him, her cunt quaking with the sensation of his cock pressing tightly, against it.
He laughed happily, pinning her securely to the floor. He adjusted himself, pushing the head of his cock beyond her hot, wet entrance, the thick head of his shaft finally penetrating her moist interior.
She screamed under the invasion, bucking fiercely, but her-movement only served to drive more of his shaft into her and she groaned in despair as she felt him thrust forward, pushing the cock deeper into her hot, taut virginal pit.
Tommy moaned in delight as he felt his prick slithering swiftly along the tight, gripping walls of her delicious chamber. Her cunt muscles were flexing wildly around his invading prong and the heat and fever of her womb were so intense that he could feel the pulsating delight growing stronger and stronger in his tortured manhood.
He reached down and gripped her buttocks in his hands, digging his strong, thick fingers deep into her spongy flesh. He sighed with delight and thrust forward once more, ramming his cock hard against her taut, unyielding maidenhead.
"Jesus, you're a tight one, ain't you," he gasped, feeling the hard, quaking tissue of her virginity resisting his assault. "Gonna have to really try hard to bust this cherry! Really hard!"
She sobbed loudly, twisting and thrashing beneath him, caught in the grip of his hands and impaled by the thick, hard cock that was deep inside of her. "Ohhh, God, help me, help me please," she moaned, knowing that in moments she would no longer have her precious gift to give to the man she would love. "No, no, no! I ... oh, God, please no!"
Tommy was disgusted with her and he completely ignored her begging and sobbing.
He held her bottom tightly in his hands and withdrew his shaft almost completely from her darling cave.
He positioned himself, getting a firm grip on her shapely half moons, then he took a deep breath and rammed his prick into her again. The huge, throbbing prong slammed along her tight, quaking passage and rammed into her hymen with a force that sent waves of agony racing through her.
She screamed, feeling the thin membrane resisting the attack and then felt the flesh tearing under the force of his rape and his cock ripped through her virginity and drove to the very depths of her luscious pit. The blood boiled around the cruel, seeking spear and began to flow from her womb as he ground his belly hard against hers and kneaded her buttocks spasmodically in his fingers.
Now she was thrashing wildly, sobbing and aching with the fact that she was no longer pure. He felt her cunt fluttering violently around his shaft and he thrilled to the warm, marvelous feeling of her pussy quivering powerfully against his hot, tortured manhood.
"Ahhh, nice, bitch, real nice," he cooed lovingly, cruelly kissing her swollen mouth, grinding his prick against her bleeding inner walls. "Now for the fucking, huh? Now for some real, good fucking!"
Slowly he began to ride her taut, battered inner walls. He pulled his prick out of her almost all the way, then slithered it back inside of her again. The pain was harsh and intense as he slithered and rocked his way to the depths of her womb once more. He took slow, easy measured strokes. He shuddered violently with delight as he drove his cock in and out of her, a rhythmic motion growing in his attack.
He held her buttocks up and in the air, arching her spine and pushing her cunt high up so that he could attack it more easily. She saw his grinning face looming over her and felt the harsh, urgent stroking of his cock, riding in and out of her precious chamber, each stroke filling her with pain and despair.
He was like a wild man as he pounded his meat into her cunt faster and harder. The spasms of agony tore through her harshly and soft, quiet gasps and cries of pain escaped her lips, but he did not notice or care.
He loved the way her cunt seemed to wrap itself around his cock, futtering wildly, each movement of his shaft sending waves of pain through her loins and sparks of pleasure through his.
Harder and faster he rammed his cock into her womb. She no longer knew when he was all the way into her or not. The pain was continual now and she could do nothing but shudder and rock under the force and power of his driving tool. She sobbed and groaned, her eyes filled with tears.
She could hear his labored breathing and gasping pleasure, and his prick seemed to grow and grow expanding her pussy beyond what she thought was possible. He was grinding his prick deep inside of her, shivering involuntarily as the moment of his passion began to erupt in the base of his aching balls.
"Ummm, ohhh, yeah, baby, gonna come," he gasped, tightly, his voice thick and harsh with passion. "Yeah, bitch, yeah! Gonna come inside you any minute now! Ohhh, boy is it gonna be good! Gonna be real good, whore, real, fucking good!"
She felt him drive deep into her pussy and then suddenly he was bucking and thrashing, grinding his cock hard inside of her. She felt a spurt of something thick, wet and hot against her inner walls and he was shuddering uncontrollably inside of her, now. The come burst from his rod again and again and seared her bruised and torn interior with its boiling passion.
She moaned at the final degradation, the steaming fluid filling her insides, mixing with her blood as it shot from his rod. He laughed wildly, pumping his spurting cock in and out of her viciously until finally, he moaned deep and low and pulled the huge, throbbing tool from her aching tunnel.
It was red with her blood and he leaned over and picked up her skirt, wiping it off, then tossed the tattered garment away. "Ahhh, that was good, baby, real good!" he laughed cruelly, lifting himself to his feet, grinning down at her. "Best virgin fuck I've had in a long time! We're gonna have great fun, honey, real great fun!"
He walked over to the couch, sat down and drank from the champagne bottle to refresh himself. He reached down and lit the other joint, leaning back and smoking it while he watched his sister, beaten and shocked, still quivering with pain, lying on the floor, sobbing quietly. Her face was buried in her hands and her mind was swirling with a thousand horrors of her humiliation. For a long time she could not move, so crushed was she by what he had done to her.
PART TWO
Now, as she surveyed the carnage of the wild party of the night before, all the horrible memories were clear. Almost at once, she could see, vividly in her mind, what had happened after Tommy had raped her.
He had finished off the joint and the rest of the champagne, carefully watching her slowly pull herself together on the floor. He seemed to find her situation rather amusing and once, when she groaned, sitting up, he laughed in pleasure.
"That's just a taste of what's going to happen this evening, honey," he told her with a sneer. "I think you'd better try a little of this and then take a rest!"
He came over to where she was sitting and held out a small pill in his hand. She shook her head, but he slapped her viciously across the cheek and yanked on her hair. "Open up, cunt," he growled, pulling on her chin with his free hand. "Open up your God damn mouth and swallow this fucking thing! It's only a sleeping pill, it ain't gonna fucking hurt you!"
Reluctantly she allowed him to place the tiny pellet in her mouth. He gave her some wine and she swallowed the pill, terrified not to. She did not know what she was going to wear, now that' he had destroyed all her clothing, but he had an idea about that.
He went to the closet and got a pair of hip-huggers and a tight-fitting halter from a hanger and gave them to her. "We always keep some clothes around for whatever chicks we run into," he explained in a boastful voice. "Either they leave them for us, or they need them when we're done!"
She slowly slipped into the pants, so tight they took her breath away, and the halter barely covered up her generous breasts. He sat on the couch, admiring how she looked, grinning all the while.
"Pretty good, baby, pretty good," he chuckled wickedly. "I think you're going to be the hit of the fucking party, tonight! I really do."
She felt light-headed and dizzy now, aside from battered and bruised, and she sat in a chair, trying to clear her brain of all the clouds that were forming in there. Her pussy ached and was still bleeding, for she could feel its damp, sticky warmth on her inner thighs.
She groaned softly, wrapping her arms around her, leaning back against the chair, shutting her eyes tight against the room and her evil brother. He watched closely as she began to lapse into unconsciousness.
"You'll sleep for about as long as it takes us to finish the show," he said, quietly. He sighed heavily. "I really hate wasting my time with these local assholes, they are so dull after a gig, but what can you do? Anyway, baby, when we get back, me and the rest of the guys will show you what a real, rocking time you can have with a hot, driving band!"
She barely-heard him now, her mind was too confused and clouded with the overwhelming effects of the powerful sleeping pill he had forced her to take. She blinked her eyes, more and more struggling just to keep them open. His voice seemed to come from a deep well and he became blurred in her vision. Then her eyes would not open and the last thing she could hear was the booming, deep echo of his laughter, until it faded away and she passed out.
The gig went just fine with the boys. The crowd went crazy over them, just as they thought they would, and they did two encores before leaving the stage for good. A few local girls had gotten past the guards and made their way back stage, and they were crowding into the dressing rooms, making no pretenses of wanting to be with the band, at all.
Tommy disdained all contact with the girls, telling them, mysteriously, that he had all he wanted, waiting for him back at the hotel. He took Bert, the bass player aside at one point to talk to him.
"Make sure all this cunt is of age, okay?" he said in a low tone of voice. "I don't want to get busted again, last time was too close a call!"
"Sure, man, I'll check them out," the bigger man said, laughing softly. "I know what you mean! But what about you, baby, ain't you taking anything along for the ride?"
"Don't worry about me," Tommy assured him, confidently. "I got what I need back at the joint! This bitch is going to turn out for all of us, too!"
Bert pressed him for details, but Tommy would not say another thing until they got back to their suite. The limousine was waiting for them when they got down to the basement of the theater and in moments they were back at the hotel, riding the service elevator up to their floor.
They piled into the rooms, breaking open bottles of champagne and hurriedly lighting up as many joints as they could handle. Tommy hauled Bert aside and drew him into his bedroom, showing him the reclining form of his sister Josie, still unconscious on the big, soft bed.
"Holy Christ," Bert gasped, flashing his eyes from the girl, to Tommy, and back again. "You mean to tell me you been doing your sister, man?"
Tommy laughed, nodding in pride. "Yeah, baby, busted her cherry just a few hours ago!" he laughed deeply. "I wanted to make it a little easier for the rest of you guys, you know?"
Bert could hardly believe his ears. His eyes ran up and down over the sleeping girl's figure and he shook his head in amazement. "What do you plan to do with her now?" he finally asked, his eyes growing fiery with anticipation.
"Well, first of all, wake her up," joked Tommy, slapping Josie lightly across her face until she started to come alive. "Then, I thought maybe she could entertain us with a bit of a strip, you know?"
Josie sputtered to life, fighting the hand that was hitting her. Her eyes popped open and she moaned, sitting up in the bed. She blinked a couple of times, then cowered against the head board, darting her glance between the two young men.
"What, what are you going to do with me?" she asked, the fear quivering in her voice as the memory of a few hours before came rushing back on her. "What are you going to do?"
Tommy slithered his fingers into her long, lovely hair and caught hold of the tawny mane. He tugged on the strands, pulling her painfully from the bed. "I want you to give the party we got going a little show, baby sister," he explained, roughly. He shoved her into the main room where the other members of the band and their girls were cluttered about the room. "I want you to do a little strip, baby! Take them off for us before we get down to business!"
The poor, helpless girl looked around the room for help, but all she saw on everyone's faces was a gleeful excitement at what they wanted her to do. Some one shoved a tablet of something into her mouth, then another person forced her to drink from a bottle of champagne.
Tommy drew his belt from his trousers and cracked it like a whip, flicking the tip against the naked patch of flesh between the waist band of her tight pants and the bottom of her halter. A pain tore through her flesh and she spun around in agony and fear.
"Get moving, little tiger," he snarled, snapping the belt again, catching her in her firm, pulsating stomach. "Do I have to use this on you to get you started?"
There was music blaring from the tape recorder and drawing in a sob, Josie tried hard to find the beat of the song that was playing. She was beginning to feel the effects of the drugs they had given her. She felt as if her flesh was more alive than ever before and her blood seemed to be boiling in her veins.
She sobbed a bit and began to sway on her feet, rocking back and forth in time with the music. The crowd whistled and cheered and called to her to take off her halter. She dropped her fingers to the buttons that held it shut, slowly parting them, until all of them were free.
The tight garment burst open as her confined tits forced it apart. It slithered down her shoulders and back and dropped to the floor as her soft, round boobs rose and fell with her labored, frightened breathing in an enticing fashion.
"Play with them, play with those tits," Tommy called, laughing wildly. He flicked his wrist and the belt shot out again, snapping against her boobs with a painful lash. "Come on, don't fuck around, give them a good squeeze, you dumb cunt!"
Trying hard not to cry, the forms and figures of the people in front of her beginning to undulate and change shape, she cupped her slender, soft fingers over both breasts and began to fondle the luscious globes with tentative passion.
Lovingly she caressed her boobs, rolling her thumbs over the nipples until they were as pink and erect as two tiny red stones. She moaned as the wild, careening pleasure raced through her, dispite her embarrassment over what she was being forced to do for them.
The drug had made her airy and light and she could not concentrate on any one thought for too long, it seemed. She dug her fingers into her flesh, then caught her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched them until the pain shot through her lovely tits and forced her to let them go.
"That's it, cunt, that's it," Tommy chuckled happily, shaking his head in delight. "Do it to yourself, do it! Now move down a little, baby, get down to those pants! Ummm, they're so tight, they must hurt! Take 'em off, baby, take them off!"
He snaked out his hand so fast she hardly saw him move his arm and the belt curled around her waist with a wet, harsh smack, stinging her painfully. She cried out as he pulled the belt away, leaving a bright, red mark around her body, spinning her in place a little bit.
Hurriedly she did as she was told, running the tips of her fingers down along the sides of her body, gripping and kneading her flesh as she went along, until the ten digits were flared out over her hips, edging toward the single button and short zipper that held them shut.
She felt the cold metal of the button and zipper and .almost recoiled, it had such an intense sensation to it. It must have been because of the drug, she reasoned, for she knew that once she freed the pants, she would be naked and at their mercy.
The small group was crying out for her to strip of the hip-huggers, now. They stomped their feet and banged their glasses on the floor and tables, whistling and screaming loudly for her to go on.
She felt tears of shame running down her cheeks and she fumbled nervously with the button, snapping it free with a loud pop. The crowd sighed in delight, then watched intently as she ran the zipper down with a soft hiss, and curled her fingers around the tight band of clothing at her waist.
Slowly she shoved the pants down past her buttocks and thighs. She dipped her knees a little and rode the garment over them and down past her ankles. The crowd cheered wildly as she stood up and tried, to be as dainty as possible, stepping out of the puddle the pants made at her feet.
Her cunt mound was damp with sweat and a thin film of pussy juice that was flowing from her lovely womb. The luscious petals fluttered wildly with her nervousness, and the light, liquid coating made her mound glisten enticingly in the bright lights that lit the room.
"Play with it, Josie, play with your cunt," called Tommy, laughing and coughing with his excitement and the joint he was smoking. "Come on, baby, let's see you take care of that cunt!"
Josie groaned with the deepest embarrassment she had ever felt. Never had she been so humiliated. She had to drop one of her hands to her cunt and begin to caress it in front of more than fifteen people! She rolled the tips of her fingers up and down along her damp, trembling cleft. Her slippery petals quivering adorably as she pinched and squeezed them, rubbing the tip of her tiny thumb over her tender clit until the tiny nugget was stiff and erect and throbbing almost painfully.
Tommy smiled and nodded his approval. He approached the girl, seizing her by the hair and dropping his hand to her cunt. "Go on, honey, put them inside!" he growled loudly. "We all know you're dying to get those fingers in there! Come on, bitch, do it for us, do it, now!"
She cried out in despair and shame and slowly parted her damp, creamy petals, driving two of her own fingers deep into the dark, warm tunnel of her taut womb. She gasped as her fingers buried themselves inside of her. A throbbing pain ripped through her damaged flesh, still aching from the brutal and violent rape she had gone through, only hours before.
Tommy slipped around behind her, cupping his hands over her soft, spongy breasts, gripping and kneading them cruelly in his grasp. He bucked his groin against her bottom and hissed in her ear to start pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt.
As he continued to squeeze and fondle her boobs, the poor girl slowly rode her fingers in and out of her cunt, twisting and turning them as lightly as possible against the torn, bruised flesh of her inner walls.
She gasped with each stroke that she took, unable to avoid the throbbing ache that continued to ravage her insides. She tried leaning back into him for support but he pushed her forward, forcing her to remain standing straight as he gripped and crushed her breasts in his hand.
She felt him dropping his fingers along her belly, reaching down to her pussy and lightly brushing the tips of his digits across her swollen petals. In seconds he had his hand behind and beneath her pert, luscious bottom and he was roughly kneading her spongy half moons, running his fingers from the tip of her anal swell to the wet, slippery base of her luscious cave.
She moaned, shivering uncontrollably as she felt the strong, insistent fingers digging between her anal cleft, riding swiftly up and down along the warm, taut passage urgently and determinedly twisting around her dark, hot entrance.
Her bottom quaked with pain as she felt him pressing hard against the unyielding dot. She had never felt anything like it before and it scared her to think that he might want to put his finger in there.
"Don't, don't," she gasped, trying to draw her bottom away from his greedy fingers. "I ... I've never had ... don't do that, Tommy, please!"
He squeezed her breast so tightly in his hand that she gasped in pain, shuddering with the agony of his fingers crushing down on her tender, pliant globe. "You just shut the fuck up, bitch," he hissed through his teeth. "You don't have anything to say! Just keep working on your cunt, whore, I'll take care of business back here!"
She groaned in despair and shivered as he continued to knead and massage her damp, tight, anal tunnel. The soft, warm entrance grew moist with the juices of her bum and she could feel the taut opening giving way under his determined prong. She tried to remember things she had read and heard about. Frantically she relaxed her stiff muscles, trying to allow the driving spear more room.
She cried out in pain as he harshly forced the tip of his finger inside her tight little bum, turning it from left to right, trying to get as much of the spear into her as he could.
She shivered uncontrollably with the pulsating pain of his invasion. He gripped her soft, pliant breast tightly in his palm and held her tightly to his chest, driving the finger deeper and deeper into her virgin bum.
Her damp, taut anal passage ached with the forced expansion and she gasped breathlessly as the finger turned and scratched her delicate inner lining. She relaxed her rectal muscles as much as possible but it wasn't enough and soon she was sobbing with the agony, quivering involuntarily as the waves of pain rolled over her.
"What a tight little asshole you got," chuckled her brother in delight. He buried his finger to the hilt in her narrow canal and pressed his free fingers into the spongy flesh of her buttocks. "Just right for a good, stiff prick, don't you agree, bitch?"
"God, God, Tommy, why are you doing this to me?" she moaned, her head rolling from left to right on her shoulders, like a broken puppet. "Why, why, why are you doing all this to me?"
Roughly, Tommy began to pump the finger in and out of her tight, gripping interior. Each stroke sent stinging waves of agony rippling through her bum, making her grit her teeth against the screams which formed on her lips.
"Because you deserve it, cunt," he hissed, jamming the finger deep inside of her anal tunnel once more. "I've known lots of cunts like you, and they all think they're little miss bitch! Well, I've shown them, I've shown them all! And now, I'm going to show you!"
She could not believe how painful it was. Even the creamy juice that was beginning to flow from her anal pit did little to relieve the constant pain. He powered the finger in and out of her, faster and faster and she groaned loudly with each powerful stab of the stiff, thick spear as it ravaged her delicate behind.
She felt his free hand riding down over her stomach, gripping and kneading her smooth, warm flesh. Then his hand rode over the curve of her hips and behind her and she tensed with fear when the sound of his zipper slithering free reached her ears.
"No, no, not this," she gasped, struggling to get free. He quickly reached up and curled his fingers around her throat, squeezing her graceful, slim neck tightly in his hand.
"Don't make one fucking move," he warned her. "Don't even think about it! You're getting exactly what you deserve cunt! If you don't want more than you already are going to get, don't fucking move!"
"Ohhh, dear God, Tommy, don't, don't put it there," she moaned, sobbing wildly in fear and agony as he pulled his finger from her sweet, tender bum. "No, Jesus, no! It won't fit, it just won't fit!"
Tommy laughed cruelly, still clutching her throat. The crowd in front of them was quiet now, the anticipation filling the air as he took hold of his shaft and placed the thick, throbbing tip between her damp, warm half moons.
Slowly he rocked from side to side, twisting and driving the tip of his spear against the taut, wet dot of her anal canal. She cried out as he thrust forward, forcing a bit of the prong inside of her bum. She couldn't believe how painful it was. It felt as if her poor, aching tunnel were being stretched beyond its ability to expand.
She felt the taut, delicate inner lining of her bum being torn and ripped as the rough, determined prong sliced along her tight tunnel, bursting the blood vessels as it went by them. Deeper and deeper he forced his cock into her bottom. She screamed in agony, the burning sensation that seared her tight asshole stinging and boiling in the depths of her behind.
Tommy grunted with the effort of penetrating her asshole, the sweat popping out on his forehead. "Jesus, this is work, baby," he moaned, as he squirmed about behind her, trying to get more of his cock into her bum. "You're really fucking tight in there! But I'll get it in, don't you worry about that, baby, I'll get it all in!"
Josie saw stars in front of her eyes now, and a blinding, swirling light that was a mixture of brilliant white and boiling red as the pain tore through her in unrelenting spasms and waves. She sobbed uncontrollably as her brother took a deep breath, then slammed forward with all his strength, burying his prick completely in her poor, virgin behind.
She groaned in agony, shivering wildly as he kneaded and fondled her boobs. He kissed the back of her neck in an almost loving fashion, rocking his cock around in the pit of her bum, slowly beginning to pump it in and out of her.
"Hey, you're real nice and warm, baby," he laughed softly, licking her neck with his tongue. "Ummm, good and tight and hot, bitch! That's the way an asshole ought to be, right? Hey, Bert, no sense leaving this pussy to go to waste, come on over here and take care of it!"
Josie could hardly believe what she was hearing. Tommy was pumping his shaft in and out of her ass in a rhythmic motion now, his hands caressing and playing with her boobs, and now he was going to let someone else fuck her cunt at the same time.
She groaned softly, no longer able to fight as the big, lumbering bass player approached her, unzipping his trousers as he drew near. She watched as he took out his big, long prick and stroked it back and forth, making it grow bigger and harder with each swipe of his hand.
"Please, please no more," she begged the young man. He laughed and shook his head, positioning himself in front of her. "Ohhh, God, it hurts, it hurts too much! Don't do it, please don't!"
Bert smiled and laughed softly. "Sure it hurts, baby, sure it does," he said happily. "Gonna get worse, too! Ummm, looks like a real nice pussy, think I'm gonna like fucking this!"
The drug she had been forced to take now took complete hold of her brain and body and it made the pain she was experiencing seem even worse. Her whole body felt on fire and it was as if she had been cast into a burning pit, the pain was so intense.
She shuddered uncontrollably as Bert began to play with her pussy lips, stroking and pinching them, forcing them apart and driving two fingers deep inside her torn and damaged cave.
He bent forward, pressing his wet, sloppy lips over hers, kissing her deeply, jamming his tongue between her teeth as he readied his prick and her pussy for his assault. His tongue lathered her own and jammed so far down her throat she thought she might gag under the attack. She felt him spreading her cunt petals wide apart, then she gasped as she felt his thick, pounding manhood invading her aching chamber.
Bert thrust forward, quickly, driving his shaft deep into her pussy. She screamed as her sore, aching pit felt the cock ripping through it, opening up the torn, delicate flesh again, making her blood flow as it had that afternoon. She screamed in pain and horror as the young man grunted and bucked forward, burying his prick to the hilt in her defenseless cave.
He curled his fingers around her hips to hold her steady, then waited a moment, his cock throbbing powerfully in the depths of her loins, before beginning to ride her aching tunnel. He found a counter-rhythm to Tommy's relentless fucking and soon both of them were driving their cocks in and out of her in alternating motions, sending a continual series of painful spasm tearing through her pussy over and over, and racing through her tender asshole again and again.
"Good pussy, Tommy, real good pussy," Bert groaned happily, ramming his shaft into her cunt with a cruel power and force. "Nice and wet and tight! Ahhh, what sweet fucking, buddy! Your sister is real, sweet fucking!"
Her cunt and asshole felt as if they were being torn to pieces by the two determined young men. She could feel the blood flowing from both her ravaged chambers now and she knew that her body would never be the same after this brutal attack. She moaned and quaked, completely lost in the agony now. Her mind was spinning out of control and she thought she was going crazy with the pain and the humiliation she was going through.
Again and again the two cocks drove into her. She could feel them scraping along side of each other through the thin membrane of flesh that separated them. Tommy's thick, strong fingers cruelly squeezed and massaged her tits, pulling on her nipples, digging into her flesh with uncaring greed. Bert's prick rammed hard against her pussy and the blood from her cunt and asshole was slippery and moist against their thighs as they rammed harder and harder against her damaged pits.
"Ummm, baby, baby, am I ever going to come," moaned her brother, shivering involuntarily as the building orgasm began to take hold of him. "Yeah, bitch, yeah! Going to come real good in your asshole, going to come real good in just a minute!"
He slammed his prick harder and faster now, each stroke a tearing, vicious attack that cared nothing for her pain. She could feel the cock getting bigger and. hotter in her tiny bottom and she did not see how she could stand any more of the cock inside of her.
He pulled her to his chest and groin, bucking violently as the spasms of delicious ecstasy raced through his pounding balls and quaking shaft. She felt the heat of his fevered breath on her neck and then suddenly he was gasping and moaning, bucking hard and fast against her aching bottom as the orgasm burst in his loins.
His prick pounded fiercely in her bum and the steaming, thick come spurt from his shaft, soaking her aching interior with its boiling lust. He moaned in delight, grinding his belly against the curve of her buttocks as the powerful release overwhelmed him.
The come shot from his prick and seared her asshole again and again and her tits were almost crushed in his hands as he quivered and rocked with the powerful climax tearing through his loins.
Bert felt the powerful orgasms against her pussy walls and it excited him completely. He drove his shaft into her cunt with increased effort and force, grinding it hard against the helpless womb, thinking of nothing but the aching need that was boiling in his nuts.
He rocked back and forth on his heels, his head thrown back in pleasure as the surging need built up inside his taut ball bag and the steaming blood pounded through his shaft. She could feel his orgasm reaching its fevered pitch as his prick grew thick and hot inside of her poor, raped passage.
He cried out in a deep, thick groan and rammed his cock forcefully to the depths of her pussy. The come burst from his shaft and she could feel its awesome power swirling in her womb as he shivered and quaked with uncontrollable delight.
"I'm coming, baby, I'm coming," gasped Bert, twisting and turning, grinding his spurting rod in the depths of her cunt. "Ahhh, yeah, coming good, baby, real good! Yeah, bitch, fucking yeah!"
The two young men shivered and rocked, their violent spasms tossing and tearing at her wildly. Her twin tunnels burned with agony and she could feel nothing now, but the waves of pain that tore through her and the thick, boiling come that filled her womb and asshole to overflowing.
How long her torture went on she did not know, but finally, Tommy shivered a last time and stepped back, pulling his prick from her poor, ripped bum. He stood laughing happily and watched Bert trembling with the final stages of his own, lovely relief.
Then the other young man withdrew his rod from her cunt and let her slip to the floor, sobbing wildly, quivering spasmodically on the carpet, unable to move for the lingering, throbbing tremors of pain that were racing through her flesh.
The world began to expand and contract and she saw a hundred things she could not understand or believe. People surrounded her then, laughing and prodding her. Someone bent down and began to stroke her flesh, she moaned and struggled helplessly as the crowd surrounded her. Then she sank into the powerful drug and everything turned into an insane world she could not escape.
PART THREE
She did not remember all of what had happened, now. Only bits and pieces came back to her, and then, only in frightening waves of memory that she did not want to experience at all.
She did remember that that wasn't the last time someone had used her body for their pleasure. She ached and throbbed all over, there was dried blood on her thighs and her face was swollen from a beating she had received somewhere along the way. The night was a horror to her. She remembered being fucked at least five more times and her pussy and asshole felt ten times their normal size now.
She lay against the wall, naked and bruised, her eyes barely able to focus on the scene in front of her. All around the room where the sleeping, or unconscious bodies of the people from the night before.
The place was a complete disaster. Broken mirrors and bottles, cigarette burns in the carpet and on the coffee tables. She could see the four or five girls that had joined the party, nude and sprawled across the floor, or entwined around various members of the band.
It was the most degrading scene she had ever witnessed and she shuddered in despair and aching pain to think that she had been part of it. She felt dirty. She felt as if a hundred years of shame had settled down into her flesh. She knew she stank of sweat and booze and the odor of passion and lust. It was an introduction to sex she would have never dreamed of in a million years. A nightmare come true.
All she wanted at that moment was to get out and get away. To go back home and spend as much time as she could in a warm, hot tub.
She knew that she would never be able to wash away the filth that had burned into her mind, but at least, she might be able to clean her poor, ravaged flesh. That would be something, anyway.
She tried to stand, but only got about halfway to her feet before dizziness and nausea forced her to sit down again. She was very, very weak. She must have lost a lot of blood from the repeated rape she had taken. She glanced down at her naked, bruised thighs and gagged at the sight of the dried, red blood that spotted them.
She had to get out, she told herself. She had to slip away before any of them awoke. She could not take another moment of this place and the dread of having to go through yet another experience with the cruel, evil men that had so ruthlessly used her young, tender body, was too much for her to consider.
"Come on, Josie Coyle, come on," she whispered feverishly to herself, gathering all her energy and strength. "You've got to do it! You've got to do it, now!"
She felt the light-headedness returning and she fought off the waves of blackness that danced in front of her eyes. She gulped and swallowed painfully, her throat raw and dry. She licked her lips and tasted the dried blood on them. Her forehead throbbed with a dull ache and she could feel the cold sweat bursting out all over her body.
Slowly she drew herself to her feet, sliding her back along the wall for support, placing her palms flat and firm against the cool structure. Again and again the quickening darkness hit her, but she shook her head determinedly and finally stood erect on her weak, quivering limbs.
"Now, to walk," she told herself, quietly, her voice shocking her with its raspy weakness. "Get yourself together and walk, damn you! One step at a time, one little step at a time! Get your clothes, or whatever you can find, and get the hell out of here!"
Unsteadily she took a step forward. She moaned in pain and weakness and almost fell as an overwhelming spasm of pain tore through her belly. She swayed on her feet, but remained upright and began to move again.
Each step she took sent spasms of torture racing through her flesh. She shook them off, holding herself together by sheer will power alone. It seemed to take forever to cross the room, but finally she had reached the place where her clothes were lying, crumpled in a tiny ball.
She dropped to her knees, then sat back on her buttocks with a groan of relief. Achingly she drew the tight hip-huggers over her thighs and lifted her bum to pull them the rest of the way on. It hurt to fasten them shut, she could feel the tight material cutting into her damaged flesh, but she did it and then slipped the halter over her shoulders and buttoned it closed across her throbbing breasts.
She didn't know if she could stand up just yet. She felt so weak and drained, she was afraid she might faint if she tried. She decided to crawl on her hands and knees the rest of the way to the door. Once she was out in the hall, it would be easier.
"I'm getting out of here if I have to crawl all the way," she gasped, fiercely. "I'm not waiting for anything, damn it, not anything!"
Moaning with the torture of simply moving, she slowly made her way toward the door. It was like climbing a mountain, she thought. Each step an angonized journey toward an almost impossible goal. Hours seemed to pass as she made her way along the floor, keeping her eyes straight ahead on her goal, not daring to even glance at the others that surrounded her.
Slowly the distance between her and what she sought grew shorter and shorter until she was barely a foot from the huge, wooden portal. She reached out with her hand, stretching painfully, curling her fingers around the gleaming, brass door knob. She turned it and heard the door click open. Sobbing with pain, she pulled it wide allowing the refreshing air from the hallway to rush into the room.
A foot slammed into the base of the door, tearing the knob from her hand and closing it shut with a loud bang. She cried out in despair and fear and tumbled over onto her back, staring up with frightened eyes into the grinning face of her brother.
"Leaving us so soon, baby?" he said with a dry laugh. He shook his head and clucked in mock concern. "And without even saying goodbye? Aww, you hurt my feelings, little sister, you really have!"
"Please, Tommy, please," she gasped, barely able to speak, her body filling with pain and her mind reeling with despair. "Please let me go, I've had enough! God, Tommy, how much more do I have to take?"
He squatted down on his haunches, taking a puff on the cigarette he hand in his hand. "It isn't very nice of you to leave without saying goodbye, baby," he said quietly. "Makes me think you don't care if you see me again. After all, I might not be back for years, you know? I don't think you're a very good girl, Josie! I don't think you've learned anything!"
He was toying with the cigarette, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. He suddenly dropped his hand and pressed the lit end of the smoke against the bare patch of flesh between her pants and halter. The exposed skin sizzled and crackled as the fiery tip burned into her. She screamed in agony and rolled away, clutching her stomach in agony.
"Fuck around with me, bitch," he hissed angrily, following her movement, pressing the cigarette to her back, now, burning her deeply once more. "I don't like that, cunt, I don't like it one bit!"
She cried out in pain, the horrible smoke of her burning flesh tingling in her nostrils. She thrashed about the floor, trying to avoid the cigarette as Tommy seared her flesh with it again and again.
Her cries brought the room awake and everyone sat up, looking at the girl writhing on the floor, quaking spasmodically in agony. She waved her hands at her brother, but he dodged her weak, helpless blows and continued to dart and stab the cigarette at her body.
"You settle down, bitch, and I just might stop," he growled in a threatening tone of voice. "Otherwise, I'll make you look like a road map, bitch!"
He burned her once more and she shuddered in agony, forcing herself to quit trying to escape. He nodded, breathing rapidly in anger, then stubbed the cigarette out in the carpet.
He glared at her, his eyes wild now and a thin, cruel smiled coming across his lips.
"We have to be getting out of here, soon, anyway," he said softly. "Once we finish a gig, we like to split before they can check out the wreckage! But I think you could give your brother a little goodbye loving, before he leaves, can't you?"
She closed her eyes, shuddering uncontrollably. "I ... I can't anymore, Tommmy," she moaned quietly. "You can rape me all you want, it doesn't matter anymore!"
He laughed happily, shaking his head. "Shit, cunt, I've had enough of your pussy and asshole!" he cackled. "What I want is a nice, goodbye blowjob! Come on, bitch, up on your knees! Give your loving brother a good, hard suck before he goes!"
He reached down and took hold of her hair, hauling her rudely to her knees. She moaned and quivered involuntarily, the blackness swirling wildly in front of her eyes. She looked up into his grinning face and shook her head, sobbing quietly, the tears blinding her vision.
"Ohhh, God, no more, no more," she pleaded. She began to cry in deep, choking spasms, gasping for breath as the pain and shame raced through her. "No more, Tommy, please no more!"
He slapped her viciously across the face, making her cry out as the stinging blows struck. "Shut up, bitch, shut the fuck up! This is the last time you'll ever see me, whore! So you just quiet down and get to work on my balls, understand?"
There was nothing she could do, now. She could no longer fight him. He had taken every bit of courage and will from her. She nodded absently, reaching up and fumbling with the zipper to his trousers.
She could feel the heat of his desire coming from within his pants and his cock was beginning to throb and pulsate in an excited way as she reached inside of his pants and curled her long, slender fingers around the growing shaft.
Slowly she withdrew it from his trousers. She balanced it lightly in her soft, warm palm and gently ran the tips of her fingers back and forth across the expanding shaft, tracing lazy paths in his flesh with her nails.
Tommy groaned in pleasure, rocking slightly on his heels as she closed her fist around the rod and gripped it tightly in her fingers, squeezing and kneading his prick with a loving caress.
"Ahhh, that's it, whore, that's it," he moaned, shivering in delight. "Work on that cock, get it good and hard! Do it, bitch, play with it good! That's the way, yeah, that's the way!"
His prick was growing thick and firm in her grip and she felt his hands pressing down on her head, forcing her mouth toward the huge, pulsating shaft. She pursed her cracked, swollen lips and pressed them against the thick, engorged tip of his rod, tasting the sour, dank sweat that covered the excited prong.
She kissed' the throbbing helmet lightly, slithering her tongue between her teeth and lathering the surface of the knob in slowly, slicing circles, stabbing at his piss slit with the tip of her precious arrow.
Tommy groaned in delight, bucking forward spasmodically, slamming the huge head against her teeth. "Yeah, baby, yeah," he sighed contentedly. "Umm, that's fucking all right! Kiss it, bitch, lick it! Get down on that cock, get down on it, good!"
She closed her eyes and began to work her way down the length of his shaft, lathering the hot, pounding flesh with her tongue, taking small, careful bites of his hard, throbbing spear with her even, white teeth. He shivered and quaked under her attentive mouth, holding her head firmly in his hands, swaying back and forth on his heels as the intense pleasure began to build in his aching balls.
Slowly she rolled her tongue around the root of his shaft, slashing and licking feverishly, determined to make him reach a powerful orgasm as quickly as she could. She ran her lips down over his thick, taut ball bag, nibbling greedily on his damp container, stabbing at his balls with the tip of her darling tongue. Tommy felt the powerful spasms of lust racing through his loins and he shivered in delight as the rolling pleasure tore through him.
"Yeah, the nuts, baby, the nuts," he groaned in a thick, raspy voice. "Ohh, yeah, take them in your mouth, bitch! Start sucking on my balls right now!"
She moaned, a thousand tiny darts of sharp pain racing through her flesh as the lingering memory of her beatings and burns continued to throb in her flesh. She sighed heavily and opened her mouth, drawing the firm, pounding sack between her teeth and closing them down around his taut, aching flesh.
She rolled his imprisoned balls back and forth against her moist, warm cheeks, tossing them about with her tongue as she sucked on the hard stones. Tommy gasped with pleasure, the ecstasy growing stronger and stronger in his loins as the lovely young girl attended to his pounding sack.
She made tiny humming noises in her throat and blew warm currents of air across his fevered flesh, driving him wild' with delight. She sucked on the trapped balls, tugging her head from left to right while she licked and lathered the throbbing nuts with her tongue.
Tommy was sweating fiercely now as the delicious sensations roared through him. He held her by her ears so tightly that her head throbbed in pain and he was bucking his groin against her forehead, sighing and moaning in passion.
"Good, baby, good," he cooed quietly, almost unable to speak so powerful was the pleasing sensations he was experiencing. "Ummm, you suck good, kid, real good! My nuts are about to explode! Now the cock, bitch, get on the cock! I want to feel my prick deep in your throat, baby, deep, deep, deep in your throat!"
He pulled on her ears, urging her upward and she popped his throbbing ball bag out of her mouth and began to work her way back up along the huge, quivering shaft. She nibbled wildly with her teeth and slashed hungrily with her tongue as she went along. She could feel the hot, fevered blood tearing through the length of his tool and his prick throbbed so powerfully against her lips that she could hardly keep it steady against her traveling mouth.
When she reached the thick, red rim of his helmet, she bit into his flesh deeply and chewed on him harshly. The combination of pain and pleasure made Tommy cry out in delight and agony and he shivered spasmodically above her.
Quickly she slithered her lips up and over his shaft, opening them wide and sucking the thick, engorged head of his rod between them. She fastened her teeth around the hp of his cock head and began to lather the surface of his prick with her luscious arrow. He groaned deeply and shuddered, bucking forward and driving a bit more of his hard, pounding tool into the moist, warm chamber of her mouth.
She frantically relaxed her tender throat muscles as much as possible to allow him more room and bent forward, letting his prick slither down into the soft, taut tunnel of her silken throat. She felt the huge cock expanding the narrow passage and she frantically gulped and choked, trying to keep breathing as he buried his prong deeper and deeper along the velvet canal.
Tommy shivered in pleasure as he drove his cock deep in her mouth, twisting and grinding until the poor girl was sucking wildly on the root of his cock, the entire shaft sunk to the hilt in her marvelous, tiny chamber.
"Now, baby, suck hard now," he groaned thickly, bucking back and forth, beginning to pump the huge, pounding rod in and out of her darling passage. "Ummm, yeah, bitch! Suck on that cock, suck on it hard! Make me come in your mouth, baby, make me come real good in your little mouth!" , She bobbed and weaved her head, driving his prick deep in her throat, then pulling back, dragging her teeth along his flesh as she withdrew. She lathered the hot, pounding flesh of his rod with her lovely tongue and sucked hard on his meat, feeling his prick growing harder and hotter with every powerful movement he made.
She reached beneath her chin and took his balls in one hand, rolling them over her knuckles and squeezing them fiercely in her grip. She wanted to to everything she could to urge him on, to get this horrible, shameful moment concluded as quickly as she possibly could.
Back and forth went his prick, in and out of her tiny, gripping tunnel and her moist warm mouth. She blew and sucked powerfully, sending stings, aching sensations of unrelenting pleasure racing through his cock and balls as she worked on his massive tool.
Tommy was beside himself with delight, twisting and turning, sobbing wildly as the girl bore down on his prick with frenzied passion. He could feel his orgasm racing toward its moment of release and the stinging delight was almost more than he could stand.
He bucked forward, burying his prick deep in her taut, velvet tunnel, quivering violently in the grasp of her luscious throat. His hands tugged on her hair and held her head firmly in their grip, pushing and tugging on her, making her work on him even harder.
She could sense his moment was drawing near and she bore down on his rod with an ever-increasing frenzy. She could feel the fevered blood pounding through his manhood and his balls seemed to swell bigger and bigger in her hand as she kneaded and tugged on the aching stones.
Tommy shivered with delight and gasped in exquisite agony as the painful pleasures tore through him at a violent clip. "Oooo, yeah, bitch, gonna come," he moaned wildly. "Ummm-hummm, uh-huh, gonna come so good in your mouth! Damn, bitch, suck me hard! Suck me hard! Gonna come in your mouth right now!"
Harder and harder she worked on his cock and balls. She felt him tensing up and then suddenly he was thrashing violently, slamming his belly against her forehead, driving his prick to the depths of her tender tunnel as his climax exploded in his loins.
The steaming, thick come burst from his balls and shot through his prick, spurting powerfully into her mouth and throat. She gulped frantically, swallowing as much of the boiling, creamy fluid as she could. She held him steady with her hands as he pumped more and more of his liquid pleasure into her lovely chamber.
Tommy groaned and shuddered uncontrollably as the waves of delight tore through him. Again and again the passion ripped through his loins and seared his cock until he finally stumbled backwards, his dripping prong slithering past her lips. He stood, shivering on his feet, the final spasms of his lust tearing through his aching tool.
Josie tried hard not to choke on the ugly, salty taste that filled her mouth. She dropped her head to her chest and sank back down on her heels, soft, trembling whimpers escaping her sore throat and bruised lips.
When Tommy had recovered, he walked past her, patting her head. "I'll get you ,a ride home, honey," he told her. "You deserve it for doing such good work! Maybe we can get together next time we're in town!"
Josie stared at the floor, the horror of the past few hours taking complete control of her now. She began to sob quietly, her life now empty of any meaning. It had been such a wonderful dream, seeing her brother again.
Now it was all twisted and ugly.
After awhile, someone, one of the other girls, helped her to her feet and down to one of the limousines in the basement of the hotel. She rode home, without saying a word and once back there, crept up the stairs and into the bathroom.
She drew herself a warm, soothing bath, tested the water with her fingers and finding it just right, smiled to herself for the first time in what seemed like days.
She stripped off her borrowed clothing and settled down into the water, trying hard to clear her mind of everything. The water was calming and felt so good that she started to cry again, just in relief. She had become a woman, now, and she knew that nothing would ever be the same for her again. All was quiet in the house, there wasn't a single sound except for the occasional splash of water when she moved in the steaming tub and the soft, echoing sounds of her despair that would never go away.
* * *
HIS DEFILED DAUGHTER
PART ONE
Her father's voice boomed out over the assembled crowd that swelled the edges of the huge tent, and broke into the still, quiet night with a fierce and compelling force.
His words filled the air with their mighty power, and seemed to shake the very canvas with their energy and passion. Even though she had sat through a thousand meetings like this, and more, she still felt the tingle of fear and excitement that she always did.
"You all know why you are here!" he shouted, his dark, black eyes scanning the crowd intently, the searing glance seeming to cut into the very heart and soul of everyone in his vision. "You know the reason for your attending this meeting! Some of you might pretend it's for amusement! Some of you might pretend it's merely because you are curious or someone asked to to come with them! But you all know that's just another lie you tell yourselves!"
The throng of people seemed to shift uncomfortably in their chairs, glancing quickly from left to right, at each other. Above them, in front of a small lectern placed on the three foot stage, her father leaned over the podium and bore into them with his menacing stare.
A quiet descended the room. You could hear a pin drop, almost, she thought. She shivered involuntarily, the goose bumps rising up all over her young, fifteen-year-old flesh as she waited for his next remark.
"Yes, yes, all lies," he said quietly, even his whisper full of more commanding force than most men's shouts. "Yes, you know why you are here. You are here, because, quite simply, you are all damned! Damned to everlasting hell, unless you fall down on your knees right now and beg for the forgiveness of Almighty God!"
As the last words boomed through the air, making some people fairly leap from their hard, wooden chairs, the girl felt her body filling with tingling delight and seeming to lift right up from the small seat she had at her portable organ. The wind seemed to pick up and howl through the trees as if agreeing with her father.
He came from around the podium and began to stalk the stage, back and forth, pounding his fist into his hand to make his points. "Damned, damned to the burning, licking fires of eternal hell, and you all know it!" he cried violently. He spun around and glared at the crowd, stabbing a thick, long finger into the air, pointing at them accusingly. "You and you and you! Each one of you knows that you are filled with sin! Horrible, soul destroying sin! Sin of the ages, sin of each rotten, hateful moment of your lives! Sin that is going to burn you to ashes!"
The crowd murmured nervously, a few people softly echoing his remarks, agreeing with him, but not daring to interrupt. His big, strong feet slammed across the wood of the stage, his huge, bulky frame making the floors buckle with his weight and feverish intensity.
As she ran her eyes over the people sitting in front of the stage, her bright, round eyes gathering in their responses, she had to try very hard to stifle a giggle. It was truly thrilling to see the way her daddy scared the hell out of some of them.
She felt guilty for thinking these thoughts, and prayed God would forgive her for them, but she couldn't help being proud of her father for the way he drove the fear of the Lord into all these sinners.
She felt so lucky to be part of his wonderful crusade. Everywhere they went he brought more and more people into the life of purity and belief. And even though she just played the organ during the hymns, she felt that she too, was doing something good and important in the service of God.
Nolan Lywellen had gotten the call late in life. Up until that time, he had merely sold bibles, never read or preached from them. But one day, two years ago, he had lost his job and in a fit of drunken despair, wandered into a tent meeting.
His daughter, Misty, named for the kind of morning it was when she was born and her mother had died, could remember that night, vividly. Daddy had pulled her into the tent, just to get out of the cold, and though the preacher wasn't very good, nowhere near as good as her Daddy, his words had touched Nolan Lywellen and he'd been saved that very night.
It all seemed like a wonderful dream to her now. In two short years Nolan had become the number one evangelist on the-circuit, with every meeting growing bigger and bigger; soon, they wouldn't be able to fit-all the people in their huge tent anymore, they would have to stage their meetings in something bigger.
It was so wonderful to be part of all this. At fifteen she felt older and wiser than most of the other kids she met in her travels. They never seemed to have any idea that there was something more important in life than playing games and fooling around. The girls were the worst. All they could think about was boys. That and the dark, dirty things that the boys wanted to do to you when they got you alone.
She shuddered uncontrollably, just the thought of a boy touching her where he shouldn't making her feel sinful all over. She put the thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on her father's continuing lecture.
"There is nothing, nothing on God's poor, sinful earth worse than a sinner who knows he is one and won't do anything about it," he cried out to the crowd. "Oh, I know there are many of you out there like that! Even the worst, rotten, evil man in the world is better off if he knows not of God, than the good citizen who does and yet continues to refuse the Lord's blessings and commands!"
Her father's ringing cries surged in the air and drew loud, sharp responses from the masses of people. They called out in agreement, shouting and stomping the floor. Nolan Lywellen seemed to fill up with their energy and if possible, his voice grew even louder and stronger, making the lanterns sway with the sheer force of his frenzied calls for repentance.
"I warn all of you, each and every one, that the day of judgement is at hand!" he shouted, slamming his big, meaty hand down hard on the lectern. "You may think life is going on as always! You may believe that you are going to be the same tomorrow and that nothing will change! But you are wrong! God's terrible justice is about to fall on the world with its terrible wrath and ye had best be prepared to meet him!"
Now some of the people rose to their feet, caught up in Lywellen's oratory, seized by a powerful urge to be cleansed. They shook and quaked in place, moaning wildly, their eyes rolling in their head as they babbled in strange, mysterious words.
"Look, look around you brothers and sisters," Nolan said, his voice trembling with emotion and force. "The spirit has touched a few of you! These blessed few are the clear, undeniable evidence that God is with us! Right here, right now under this very tent! His hand of mercy is begging to touch you! He wants to haul you up from the murky pit of sin you are wallowing in! Will you let him? Will you let him save you before it is too late? Beg for his mercy, beg for it now! Repent, you foul, blackened sinners, repent in the eyes of the Lord!"
Dozens of people fell to their knees at once, sobbing and moaning for forgiveness. The tent filled with the dank, thick odor of their terrified sweat and the air boomed with their pleading cries.
Misty Lywellen groaned herself, feeling the heavy hand of God on her shoulders, forcing her down off the bench to her knees beside the organ. She prayed over and over for herself and the thousands of others that needed to be saved. Only once did she raise her eyes from the coarse wooden floor that bit into her knees. When she did, across the room, she saw her step-brother Martin staring at her intently, his eyes boring into her so deeply that she quickly looked away again. He didn't have the look of peace and grace on his face and that scared her. Ever since her daddy had married Martin's mother and put together this stream-lined .operation, she had felt uneasy around the seventeen-year-old boy. He always seemed to be mocking her, or if not that, then leering at her in what she knew was an ungodly way, though she didn't quite understand what she felt when he was near to her.
She wished her daddy had never met the woman, but then quickly begged for mercy for thinking that way. After all, without Lois's money, they wouldn't be able to save as many souls these days, and that was all that was truly important, wasn't it?
It was just her, thinking sinful thoughts, that's all, she realized. A woman is cursed with such things, she had been told, and she believed it. She was at that age when bad, dirty things would come into her mind and it took all her effort and will to erase them whenever they occurred.
Still in all, she wished Lois was around more often. She was the only one that seemed to put a lid on the smoldering fires that Misty was brewing in her step-brother's eyes. But she was away a lot now, always traveling ahead of them to the next town on the circuit, spreading the word, letting everyone know that the Lord's mighty servant, Nolan Lywellen was on his way.
Her father was winding up the meeting now. He was calling for the offering and Misty quickly climbed back on the bench and started playing the organ. The baskets were passed and after a few minutes, her father lead the people in a final prayer.
After the crowd had filed out of the tent, her father retired to the trailer they used for a home while traveling, to settle with the local minister who had arranged for the meeting.
Misty was busy, picking up the hymn and prayer books, getting everything ready for packing up in the morning. She felt so calm and good inside, she barely noticed that she wasn't alone in the tent. She turned and started when she saw Martin, standing a couple of feet away from her, smiling that strange, almost wicked smile of his.
"You should be packing up," she said sternly, taking a firm stand with him, even though he was older than her. "We have to start early in the morning. There isn't any time for standing around, you know?"
"Shit, I do what I like," he laughed softly, his dirty word ringing in her ears, making her gasp in shock. He laughed harder and shook his head. "You know, I've been watching you for a year, and you are really hooked into this crap, ain't you?"
Slowly she shook her head, turning to leave the tent. "You're playing with fire, Martin," she said, over her shoulder. "The Lord isn't going to take kindly to you making fun of my daddy's work!"
She heard him grunt behind her then she was outside, standing in the cool, soothing night air, inhaling it deeply into her lungs, cleaning her out of all the stuffiness from the tent.
She made her way around the back of the tent to the small stream they had camped by. She sat down by the edge of the water and took off her shoes, dipping her feet in the chilly water, giggling with pleasure as it ran over her toes.
She leaned against a small tree and stared up at the stars, feeling good in spite of the words she had heard her step-brother speak. Nothing could make her happier, she thought, than she was right now. A few moments later, she heard the snap of a twig and she turned to see Martin settling down beside her, his shirt unbuttoned to the waist, his strong, young chest exposed to the night air.
She turned her head away, embarrassed by his obvious unconcern and shuddered when she felt him slide his arm around her shoulder and pat her lovingly. She pulled away, shaking her head.
"Don't do that," she said quietly, shaking her head, firmly. "You know it isn't right! If my daddy caught you, he'd skin you alive and you know it, Martin!"
The mention of her father didn't seem to bother him in the least. He laughed, harshly, and caught the sleeve of her dress, pulling her around and to him, again.
"Your father wouldn't say a fucking thing, you little cockteaser," Martin hissed, his voice thick and menacing. "He needs my mother's money more than your pure little self! I've been after you for a year, bitch, and now I'm gonna get some of what I've been hungry for!"
He mashed his mouth down hard on hers and she gasped in shock and fear. She could smell the dank, foul odor of whiskey on his breath and she pounded at his chest with her small, dainty fists, trying desperately to pull her mouth away from his.
Hungrily he ground his mouth against hers, jabbing at her tightly clenched teeth with his insistent tongue. She moaned in fear and shame as she felt one of his hands riding down over her back, slipping beneath her pert, soft behind and cupping it greedily in his big, hard palm.
"No, no, no," she gasped, biting his lip hard to make him stop. "Stop it, Martin, stop it right now! I mean it, I really, really mean it!"
The boy yelped in pain and pulled his head away. As his mouth left hers, she could taste the warm blood she had drawn on her tongue. He rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth and stared at it in shock.
"Why you little bitch," he said, half amazed that she had actually done it to him. "You little, fucking cunt! Bite me, will you? I'll show you, you fucking whore!"
He whipped his hand out, slapping her hard across the cheek. She howled in pain as the stinging memory of his hand lingered on her flesh. She rubbed her cheek and stared at him with frightened eyes, fearing what he might do next.
"Nobody does that to me, you little cockteaser, nobody," he growled, reaching out and grabbing her by the shoulders. He shook her violently, banging her adorable head hard against the tree behind her. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget, you little cunt!"
She started to scream for help, but he clasped his hand over her mouth and stifled her cries. His free hand suddenly was clutching at the front of her dress, gripping and squeezing her soft, tiny breasts through her thin, shapeless dress.
She moaned in fear and pain, waves of shocking sensations rippling through her as she felt the body massaging her tiny mounds. No one had ever touched her boobs before and the weight of the sinful action made her tremble with fear and shame.
"Please, please don't touch me, Martin," she moaned, her quivering voice muffled by his thick, harsh fingers gripping her mouth firmly. "It ... it's wrong, so wrong! A brother shouldn't do this Martin! Let's pray, dear brother, let's pray!"
He laughed wickedly, slapping her face again, knocking her head to the side of the tree and pushing her backward to the soft, damp grass. "You stupid little cunt," he chuckled fiercely. "I don't want to pray, bitch, I want to fuck! And that's exactly what we're going to do!"
His words filled her ears with their horrifying reality and she shivered uncontrollably at the sound of them. She knew what they meant and the idea that her own step-brother wanted to do that with her made her sick with disgust and shame.
She started to fight and kick at him, wildly flailing her tiny fists at his face and chest as he rode his hand down along her body to the warm, trembling spot between her legs that he wanted to touch. She screamed softly in terror as his hand clutched at her though her dress and the revulsion of his caress filled her with a sickening force and horror.
Greedily his fingers kneaded and fondled her tiny, throbbing cunt mound. She could feel herself growing damp with excitement and fear and she knew that her panties would soon be soaked with sweat and the strange, thick liquid that sometimes came from her vagina when she rubbed herself there while washing.
The sensations she was experiencing down there as his fingers dug deeply into her dress, pressing insistently on her womb, were not totally unfamiliar to her. They felt very strange and sometimes good, and she knew how terribly wicked they were.
"Ohhh, God, God, please help me," she groaned, drawing her thighs tightly together, trying to close the access off to his greedy fingers. "Please, please make him stop! Ohhh, God, make him stop!"
"Ain't no God, here, baby," Martin laughed, cruelly, wedging a knee between hers and forcing her limbs apart. "Except maybe my strong prick that wants to get inside you! Might as well quit wasting your breath, I'm fucking you and that's all there is to it!"
She clawed at his cheek with her short, trimmed nails and he howled as she drew three lines of blood across his flesh. He swore violently and began to punch her in the mouth with his fists. His blows knocked her head from side to side, spliting her lips and raising a welt on her cheek.
"Fucking, little cockteaser," he gasped, holding his fists ready for another blow, sitting down hard on one of her thighs, his cock bulging in his pants and throbbing against her leg through his trousers and her dress. "If I have to beat the shit out of you I will, I swear I will!"
Now she tasted her own blood in her mouth and she groaned as her head pounded fiercely from his hard, vicious blows. She felt his hand slithering under her dress and she gasped in horror as the tips of his rough, callous fingers danced across her damp, warm inner thighs.
A part of her desperately wanted to believe that this wasn't really happening to her, that it was all a terrible nightmare, but his fingers were greedily gripping and squeezing her smooth, tapered flesh and the hard, gnarled knuckles of his hand were brushing determinedly against her pussy mound through her panties and she could not escape the fact that this was real.
She thrashed about the ground beneath him, her thighs opening and closing in a spasmodic effort to throw him off of her. She felt his free hand fumbling with the buttons to her dress and she began to shout for help once more.
Suddenly his fingers gripped her throat and began to squeeze off her air. She choked and gasped, the panic setting in as she began to be unable to breath. He was bent down, his lips close to her ear and whispering breathlessly as she clawed at him with her fingers.
"You want to die, bitch, huh?" he hissed passionately. "I can't stand you, you know? I could give a shit, too! You best quit giving me a hard time, or I'm going to put you to sleep for good! Now shut up and do as you're told, whore!"
Viciously he tore at the buttons to her dress, racing his greedy fingers down over the front of her body, pulling the small, pearl buttons free until he had opened her dress at the hem and was tugging the folds of her garment free from her soft, young body.
She was wearing a tiny, shapeless bra and he laughed as he saw it, the pale color of the halter a milky white in the moon light. He reached down, running the palm of his hand over her stomach and pushed the bra up and over her breasts, freeing them from the soft cups of the halter.
"Ahhh, I always knew you had sweet, little tits," he chuckled happily. He smiled, cupping his hand suddenly over one soft, pliant mound. "Just the right size, too! I'll bet you play with them a lot, too, don't you? Well, you don't have to any more, bitch! I'm gonna take care of that, for you!"
She groaned, never feeling more sinful in her life than at that moment. Martin dug his fingers into the spongy tissue of her tiny boob, squeezing and kneading the lovely sphere, catching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it back and forth until it was as hard as a tiny pebble in his grasp and the shooting pains of his harsh attack were racing through her adorable boob.
Misty's mind was reeling with horror as her step-brother continued to massage her budding globe. She struggled wildly, terrified to cry out, now, but determined to fight him. She felt his other hand greedily cupping her pussy mound, rubbing his palm up and down, making the juice of her loins begin to flow against her soft, cotton panties. She felt a wave of shame that her pussy had grown damp under his hand and she swallowed the rage and bile that filled her throat as he pinched the creamy, smooth flesh of her inner thigh.
She had to escape this horror, she had to! She rolled and quaked in fear, trying to inch her body from beneath him, but it was almost impossible to move, much less get away, so big and strong was the young boy.
Terror shook her to the depths of her soul as she felt his fingers curling around the waist band of her panties. She screamed again as he tugged insistently on the flimsy material, tearing it away from her in an urgent, powerful ripping motion.
He reached up and gripped her chin painfully in his hand and banged her head against the earth, hissing at her to shut up as he tossed the panties away in disgust. She felt his hand return to her cunt mound and she groaned and sobbed as her exposed and helpless flesh was now at the mercy of his eager fingers.
She thrashed about under his bulky weight, but it did little good as his strong, determined knee forced her tender thighs wide apart and his seeking digits began to fondle her damp, warm hillock with increasing desire.
She moaned in despair as she felt his fingers riding up and down over her pussy lips, twisting and turning along the slippery cleft between them, coating themselves with a thin film of love juice that poured from her tight, aching tunnel. He laughed happily, rubbing his thumb across her tiny, trembling clit, sending a shocking sensation racing through her loins.
"Jesus, baby, you're wet and hot already," he laughed wildly, catching the tender, juicy nugget of her clit between his thumb and forefinger. "All this little miss goodness is bullshit, isn't it? You want it as bad as I do!"
"No, no that isn't true," she gasped, horrified that he could even think that way. "I hate you and I hate this! Please, please, Martin, don't do any more, please, don't do any more to me, now!"
He ignored her, sure of himself now as he dropped his head to her small, budding breasts and began to lovingly kiss and lick them with his tongue. He was thrilling to the sensation of his fingers kneading and massaging her cunt, the damp mound almost completely bare of any pubic hair.
He slithered her tongue across her nipples and lathered the tiny, hard buttons greedily. She gasped as he opened his mouth and caught one of the soft, tender nuggets between his teeth, slashing at the adorable little bud with the tip of his spear.
His fingers now were probing urgently between her cunt petals, turning from left to right, trying to wedge themselves beyond the damp, steaming entrance to her luscious chamber.
She gasped, helpless under him, her thighs spread wide apart and held that way by his knee, her cunt lips fluttering defenselessly under the seeking attack of his exploring fingers. She shut her eyes tight and moaned softly as she felt him force two of the thick, gnarled prong between her cunt petals and ride them down the taut, damp walls of her aching chamber.
"No, no, God, no," she gasped, her voice dry and raspy with fear, barely above a whisper, so frightened and ashamed was she now. "Please, don't do this! Don't touch me, don't, don't, don't!"
But it was as if the devil had gotten inside of him, now. He was laughing over and over and grunting like an animal as he slowly pushed his fingers deeper and deeper into her virginal cave, scraping across her taut, moist inner walls, rolling and turning the prongs against her flesh with increasing passion and need.
She moaned and shuddered involuntarily, her tiny breasts quivering in pain and fright under his licking and sucking mouth He chewed hungrily on her boobs, digging his teeth into her pliant flesh, slashing at the alabaster globes with the rough, harsh surface of his tongue.
His arm lay across her neck, pressing down firmly, threatening to shut off her breathing if she fought too much. "Kick around a bit," he said happily. "I don't mind it! Give me a little fight, baby, it just makes it more fun! Ahhh, you're burning up, down there, bitch, burning up! I can't wait to get my cock in you, honey, I just can't wait!"
She felt his fingers reach her taut, thin membrane of flesh that was her hymen and she gasped in horror as the urgent fingers tapped against the virginal wall insistently. She screamed in spite of herself and thrashed violently beneath him.
She felt the two, thick prongs pumping in and out of her cunt, getting the thick lubricant of her womb flowing freely, preparing her chamber for his assault. She knew what he intended to do to her and the terror and humiliation of it seized hold of her, making her sob and beg for mercy.
"Don't do it to me, Martin, please, please don't," she gasped wildly, gripping his shoulders in fear. "Ohhh, please, dear God, please! I'm still a virgin, you know that! I'm still pure, don't take that away from me, please, please don't!"
"Fuck your virginity, bitch," he growled harshly, driving his fingers hard enough against her hymen that she gasped in pain. "I always wanted a cherry, and it might as well be yours! I'm gonna pop you, baby, I'm gonna pop you good!"
She moaned in horror as he pulled his fingers from her womb and she heard the loud, compelling hiss of his zipper being pulled down. A few moments later, his cock, thick, hard and warm, was throbbing hungrily against her bare thigh and she sobbed in despair as he quickly slid over and between her legs, nudging them wide apart as he drew himself toward her trembling womb.
Now she was caught in the grip of panic and kicking wildly, her slim, attractive legs bucking against his hips as he positioned himself between them. She sobbed as he pinned her to the grass with his arm and upper body, his free hand spreading her luscious, slippery cunt petals apart for the approach of his huge, pounding tool.
She cried out as she felt the thick, hot tip of his shaft pressing between the swollen lips of her womb, the hard, engorged head finally penetrating her moist, warm tunnel.
"Ahhh, yeah, good, good," he moaned in delight as he felt her taut, steaming inner walls surrounding his plunging rod. "Nice and tight and ready for me! It's gonna be nice, baby, real nice!"
Misty shuddered violently as he thrust forward, driving more of his cock into the deliciously tight passage. His prick seemed to force her cunt to expand far too wide and she could feel the searing pain of his invasion racing through her with an agonizing force and power.
She could not believe this was happening to her. She groaned and kicked, trying with all her power to push him off of her, but it was no use. He was determined to have his way and she shivered in despair as she felt his prick going deeper and deeper inside of her until the hot, throbbing head of his shaft was pulsating violently against her taut, unyielding maidenhead.
"I hope you ain't too tight a box to bust, baby," he growled viciously, rocking his prick inside of her, sending harsh, stinging pains tearing through her poor, defenseless loins. "I hate to have to waste a lot of time and effort just breaking a cherry! It'd be a lot better if you gave me some help!"
"You son of a bitch," she moaned, shocked at her own words, but hating him now more than anything she ever thought of. "You're raping me, you bastard, raping me! I hope you burn in hell, burn forever down there! Forever!"
He laughed in delight, pulling his prick halfway out of her as he shook with the force of his laughter. "What a stupid, little cockteaser you are!" he chuckled loudly. "What a dumb little bitch! The only burning I'm gonna feel, baby, is my cock on fire in your cunt! Get ready bitch, I'm about to make you a woman!"
He drove forward again, ramming into her tight, thin membrane, but the stubborn wall would not give and they both gasped in pain from the searing force of his attack. She screamed softly, writhing helplessly beneath him. He grunted in disgust and slithered his prick out of her once more. He took a deep breath and she could feel him tensing up for the assault.
Her pussy screamed with pain and she sobbed uncontrollably in anticipation. Suddenly he slammed into her cunt again, driving his prick hard against her maidenhead, determined to break through her virginity this time.
The pain was incredible as the tiny wall held for a brief instant, then burst under the force of his attack and she cried out in shame and horror as her chastity was torn from her and his cock slithered down to the depths of her once innocent womb.
He was breathing heavily with desire, his breath searing her cheek as he quivered spasmodically inside of her. She cried softly, feeling the trickle of her own blood seeping from her womb. He chuckled in delight then pulled his cock back and rammed it into her again.
The pain continued to pulsate in her loins, but she no longer cared. He had taken her most valued thing from her and it didn't matter any longer what he did. Slowly he began to pump his hard, massive prong in and out of her darling cave. He slipped his fingers beneath her soft, spongy buttocks and gripped the darling half moons in his palms, lifting her bottom upward, rolling her over on her back almost completely.
She groaned with pain as he powered his shaft in and out of her in erratic, frenzied strokes. For all his boasting, it was easy to see he was as inexperienced as she was with sex, for he could not find a rhythm at all and had to content himself with thrusting, jerking strokes of his fevered prick.
She felt his cock growing thicker and hotter and sensed that something was about to happen to him. He was moaning wildly, kissing her lips and cheeks with wet, sloppy licks and she turned her head away from him, sobbing quietly into the grass as he pounded his cock in and out of her aching pit.
"Jesus, I'm ... ohhh, boy, am I ever ... yeah, bitch, yeah," he groaned as if in pain, grinding his prick in the depths of her tiny, taut chamber. "Gonna come, baby, gonna come! Oooo, yeah, yeah, good, good, good!"
She felt him shuddering violently, an uncontrollable spasm of lust tearing through his loins making him gasp and moan in delight. Something wet and hot spurt from his prick and burned her torn and ravaged interior with a creamy fire and she realized that he was having his climax inside of her then.
He bucked violently again and again, that thick, creamy stuff shooting from his prick over and over until he finally shuddered a few last times and fell back, pulling his cock from her womb and laying down on the grass between her bruised and aching thighs.
After a moment she rolled over on her belly and drew herself up into a tiny, tight ball, crying softly and uncontrollably into her hands. She felt him moving beside her and then harshly pulling her back on her back, his eyes flashing wildly
"I wouldn't say anything about this, if I were you," he growled in a harsh, warning tone of voice. "I'll just tell my mother it was your idea and she'll toss you and that phony of a father of yours out on your ass! I'm not kidding, baby! One word to anybody and your old man is finished, understand?"
Her lips were trembling and her eyes blinking with tears as he spoke. When she didn't reply he slapped her until she twisted away, nodding wildly. "Yes, yes," she gasped, sobbing and groaning in pain. "I understand, I understand! Now leave me alone, damn you, leave me alone!"
Satisfied, he got to his feet, adjusted his clothing and walked away, whistling happily, leaving the poor, humiliated child alone by the stream, crying and groaning, the full impact of what had just happened to her just beginning to come over her.
PART TWO
She said nothing, of course, she didn't dare. She did not know how anyone would react if she had spoken of what happened and she was terrified that what Martin had threatened might come true.
But the real reason, was her shame. She felt guilty for what had happened. Some how she was sure she had been responsible. Somehow, that terrible thing that she had inside of her had made her step-brother crazy, she was sure of it. And if she ever told anybody, she was sure that they would cast her out as a sinner beyond any hope of salvation.
When her father had asked her, the next morning, how she had gotten her face all banged up, she quickly made up a story of slipping on some rocks near the stream and falling down. Even as she told it, her heart burned with pain and despair and she felt sick as she looked past her father to the sly grin on Martin's face, as he was standing just a few steps behind Nolan.
She prayed that God would forgive her and the boy, and that perhaps, if she tried very, very hard to be good, the whole incident might be forgotten. Indeed, it seemed like her prayers might be answered, for the next town they ' went to was a huge success and she was able to push the whole horrible event back into the corner of her mind.
Then, a few nights later, Martin crept into her room in the trailer while her father and his mother were in town and viciously raped her again. When he left her this time, he told her he would be back as often as he wanted her and she was left with overwhelming despair that her torture was just beginning.
Once or twice a week for the next month, whenever their parents were away, Martin would slip into her room and have his way with her. She always fought him, but her efforts seemed almost silly, since he easily took command and was able to do what he wanted no matter what she tried.
It became such a regular pattern that she had almost gotten used to it, when she missed her first period. Then she missed another. She had prayed and hoped and begged to be wrong, but there was no denying it, she was going to have a baby.
She was terrified. She had to tell her father about it, there was simply no other way. The afternoon she thought she would, do it, she approached the trailer, where he was studying on his next sermon, with trembling fear. She did not know how he would react, but she prayed he would not drive her from the family.
She had a story to tell him, blaming it on some local boy a few months back. She was determined that he not know the truth, because she feared his reaction and what would happen to them if he found out who had done it to her.
She tapped lightly on the door to the trailer and heard her father's deep, rumbling voice, booming at her from within, telling her to enter. She pulled the door open and stepped inside, shaking uncontrollably.
He stared at her, a confused look on his face. "What's the matter, child?" he asked, showing her to a chair. "You look terrified. Tell me, what is bothering you? You have been so strange, lately."
She sat down, the tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. She could not look her father in the eyes, so horrible and sinful did she feel. She began to sob, choking on her every word as she poured out the story she had invented to him.
She told him how a young boy she did not know had made her drunk on wine then, without her knowing what was going on, had taken advantage of her. She fell to her knees in front of him, screaming for forgiveness, begging him not to cast her out.
Nolan Lywellen's eyes were clouded over with rage. He stared down at his daughter and spoke in a harsh, angry tone. "So, the sins of the whores of the world finally have visited my house," he growled in rage. "Wicked little harlot! I'm not surprised! I've seen you parading your young body around, inviting the stares of any man or boy that cared to look in your direction!"
He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back brutally. Her eyes were wide with fear, now, as she stared up into her father's wild, flashing eyes. "Slut, whore," he screamed. "I have seen how you move your bottom when you walk, tossing it up and down, trying to make men weak and sinful! You think I don't notice these things! Damn you, slut, damn you to hell!"
"Ohhh, God, no, Daddy, no," she sobbed, the fear racing through her as she heard the awful words he was saying. "No, don't say that, Daddy, don't condemn me, please! Help me, Daddy, help me find forgiveness!"
He thrust her away from him, his chest heaving powerfully, his breath coming in rapid, painful gasps as his anger filled the room as if a thick, dark cloud of rage. He paced back and forth, spewing out words at the poor, terrified child.
"You are the bitch goddess, the taker of souls! God, how I had prayed this wouldn't happen," he howled. He spun around and glared at her. "A seductress, stealing the pure blood of young men! You need to be taught a lesson, whore! If you have any chance at all for forgiveness, you need a harsh, painful lesson right now!"
He unbuckled his thick, black leather belt and yanked it from the wide loops of his trousers with a vicious hiss and slap. He doubled it over in his hands and cracked it violently. Misty shivered in fear, moaning quietly as she knelt, frozen in her place at her father's feet.
"Strip, whore, remove your clothes at once," he commanded loudly. "I shall cleanse your flesh with a sound beating! Perhaps your sins will leave your body with your screams of pain! Remember, the agony that you will experience, is nothing to the fires of hell you will fall into if I don't succeed in driving the devil out of you, now! Strip, strip at once!"
Hurriedly, Misty fumbled with the buttons to her blouse as she stood up. She pulled them loose, tugging the folds of the garment free of her skirt, then shrugged her shoulders and drew the sleeves off her arms. She reached down an unhooked her skirt, running the short zipper down then daintily stepping out of it. She stood in front of him, clad only in her bra and panties now, her soft, creamy flesh damp and glistening with the frightened moisture of her body.
Her father's eyes traveled up and down along her flesh, darting wildly as she heard him sucking in his breath. "God, you are made in the image of a whore, are you not?" he groaned, a strange, thickening gasp to his voice. "The way your breasts curve enticingly into her belly, the shape of your thighs! Yes, the perfect picture of a slut, made by Satan to lure a man to his doom! The rest of it, now, the rest! Let me see all of your damned flesh, whore! At once, the rest!"
Misty was so scared, she could hardly breathe. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, laying it carefully over a chair, then she bent down and slipped her panties over her thighs, stepping out of them and standing back up once more.
Her father's breath grew more rapid and harsh and he was mumbling almost wildly as he stared at her. "Soft, creamy flesh," he moaned quietly, one hand absently roaming over the front of his trousers. "Moist and waiting for a man's touch! God, what a vision of evil loveliness! God, how I must destroy it! Cast out the Devil, cast him out!"
His hand lashed out with the belt and it wrapped itself around her waist with a harsh, vicious crack. She screamed as the thick, coarse leather tore into her, leaving a bright, red line in its wake. The blow nearly knocked her off her feet and she was spun around as he pulled the tool from her hips.
Again he whirled the weapon around over his head and brought it down, slashing the evil tip across the soft, spongy plane of her delicious behind. It smacked her buttocks with a sickening wet kiss and the searing pain ripped through her violently.
This time the force of the blow knocked her down and she rolled on her back, her tender bottom stinging with pain as her father lifted his. arm again and cracked the tip of the belt across her soft, round breasts. The leather bit into her nipples viciously as the pain was almost more than she could bear.
She screamed loudly, sobbing uncontrollably as the crazed man began to rain blow after blow down upon her helpless flesh. She rolled about the floor, not trying to escape, merely reacting in pain and agony to each harsh fall of the lash. Again and again the wicked instrument bit into her defenseless young body. Welts rose up on her buttocks and thighs, bright, red lines criss-crossed her back and it seemed as if the fires of hell were searing her flesh as Nolan brought the belt down on her over and over.
She could not move, now, as the harsh, cutting strokes assaulted her naked, moist flesh. She lay on her stomach, quivering uncontrollably, allowing him to strike her at will. Each blow tore into her with an agony she had never believed could exist but somehow, she felt good about the pain, as if her evilness were fleeing under the mighty lash of her father's anger.
As he struck her, Nolan Lywellen could not help but notice his daughter's bottom, round and pert, sensual in every way, jiggling in an erotic manner. When he aimed the belt at her luscious, soft half moons and cracked the end of the tool against them, they swayed and wiggled in a fashion that made his penis grow firm and erect in his trousers.
He was sweating fiercely, his gasps for breath mingling with the sound of the belt caressing her flesh and her agonized howls of pain. He sobbed and choked, an overwhelming desire surging up in him every time he brought the tool down on her.
He cast the belt aside, suddenly and dropped to his knees beside his beaten, moaning child. "Woman, woman of sin," he moaned softly, his big, thick-fingered hands beginning to travel up and down along the smooth, luscious curve of her spine. "Calling to me, demanding me! You are evil, evil! You seek me, seek my manhood! Damn you, whore, damn you!"
His hands slithered down to her soft, pliant buttocks and began to grip and knead them in an erotic fashion. "I will show you," he hissed almost out of breath. "I will teach you not to tempt me! You are filth! You are dirt! You shall have me where you most deserve it! I shall empty my loins in your dark, foul tunnel!"
Misty did not know quite what was happening. Her body was throbbing in a hundred places, the pain tearing through her constantly, though through the agony, she could feel his fingers digging into her buttocks, squeezing and caressing them hungrily.
She moaned softly, rocking her forehead back and forth on the dusty floor of the trailer. "Daddy, Daddy, what ... what are you doing?" she moaned, trying to lift her head and look behind her. "Why ... what are you doing, there? Daddy? Daddy, don't, please!"
Nolan ignored her, caught up in a frenzy of greedy lust by now. His balls throbbed powerfully, the continuing ache of passion surging through him in an uncontrollable wave of wanting.
He drove the tips of his fingers along the tight, warm cleft between her darling buns and dug them deep, twisting and turning them against her warm, wet anal dot. She shivered violently as she felt the probing digits trying to force their way beyond her unyielding entrance.
"Quiet, whore," he commanded, digging one hand hard into her bottom and giving one, soft, pliant cheek a painful pinch. "You are getting the punishment you deserve! This will teach to to tempt a man with that behind of yours! When I am finished, you will do your best not to move it in a saucy manner ever again, I promise you!"
The full horror of what was about to happen became suddenly clear to her. She realized that her father intended to force himself on her tender, tiny bottom. She could not believe it and began to scream and kick in terror, trying desperately, now, to get away from the huge man.
"No, Daddy, no, you don't know what you're doing," she screamed, trying to roll on her back and kick at him with her delicate feet. "Stop it, Daddy, stop it! You aren't yourself, you aren't!"
Nolan Lywellen roared in a bellow of rage and viciously cracked his daughter across her mouth, knocking her back to the rug. She moaned in pain and shock from the powerful blow and shuddered in a spasm of agony.
Ruthlessly he flipped her over on her stomach again and resumed his kneading and probing of her taut, anal opening. She gasped with pain as she felt his fingers tearing at her dark, damp entrance, insistently attempting to force their way inside of her tiny, narrow passage.
She screamed in pain and horror and once more tried to get away from him. His free hand slithered under her belly and took hold of her pussy, jamming two fingers inside of the moist, warm tunnel. She gasped as he dug his fingers into her smooth, wet inner walls, holding her firmly, squeezing her fiercely until she cried out in pain again and shuddered with the rolling spasms of torture that raced through her.
"Pain is all you understand, woman," he growled deeply, squeezing her pussy again in a vicious pinch. "Pain is what ye shall have, too! I will beat and force the demons out of you, whore! You will feel such agony, that every single monster that calls your flesh her home will flee! Pain, woman, for you, only pain!"
Now he attacked her poor, defenseless bum with an ever greater force and passion. He bore down his his fingers, forcing the tip of one prong beyond her damp, quivering entrance and she felt the searing agony of his invasion tearing through her with unbelievable power and force.
He was almost laughing as he twisted and turned the harsh, thick spear against her taut, inner walls. Deeper and deeper he drove the prong, her bum screaming with pain as he forced it to expand far beyond its normal circumference. She screamed in tortured breaths and kicked her lovely, slim legs helplessly in the air as he forced the huge, uncaring shaft to the depths of her darling chamber, burying the prong to the hilt in her lovely bum.
"Ahhh, yes, you foul, little slut, yes," he gasped violently, viciously turning his finger inside of her tight, warm pit, flicking it back and forth against her throbbing inner walls. "This is just what your behind deserves! The pain and humiliation of attack! You will scream, yes, you will! This is nothing, evil woman, nothing!"
Sobbing wildly the poor child thrashed under the imprisonment of his finger. The huge, digging prong sent waves of agony rolling through her bum as he began to pump it in and out of her in a frenzied manner. He twisted and turned it inside of her, dragging his nail along her flesh, every inch of the way torturing her bottom with cruel determination.
She moaned and shivered, barely realizing what was going on. She did not hear it when he pulled down his zipper and then withdrew his thick, hard cock from his pants. She only felt him slipping over her thighs and forcing her up on her knees with his hands and fingers, buried in her cunt and asshole.
It was too much for her to accept, that her father would be doing this to her. Everything she had ever felt cried out to her that it wasn't possible. But here she was, knees scraping in the dirt of the trailer floor, her forehead pressed against the cold tile, his fingers jamming and attacking her cunt and bum.
"Ohhh, God, give me the strength to avenge the poor young man she has led into sinfulness," her father was saying. "Guide my rod as only you can! Let me cast the demons from this whore's flesh!"
The trapped and defenseless child shivered violently when she suddenly felt his prick, thick and erect, slapping back and forth between her moist, creamy thighs as her father rose up over her luscious, jutting behind. She screamed, the full impact of his intent searing her mind with its horrible passion.
"Nooooo," she groaned in a thick, harsh voice. "Ohhh, dear Lord, no, not that!"
Her mind was screaming and her body quaking and she was trying desperately to pull away from him. She felt his prick lying against her damp, warm anal cleft and she quaked and shivered, desperately trying to escape the huge, pounding head of his massive rod.
He gripped her buttocks tightly in both hands and hauled her back to his groin. His cock slithered up and down along the moist path between her luscious cheeks and she could hear his hot, passionate moaning and feel his throbbing need. She sobbed uncontrollably as he spread her buttocks wide and pressed the tip of his manhood against her tiny, damp anal dot.
He groaned deeply, sighing with the effort and thrust forward, driving the head of his cock between her darling buns. She screamed in horror and pain as she felt the massive tool penetrate her lovely behind, forcing her anal passage even further apart than his finger had.
She bucked violently, the spasms of pain tearing through her with unrelenting power and force. Never had her flesh felt so violated and so savagely torn. A searing agony followed his plunging tool as he rocked from left to right, forcing his prick deeper and deeper into the warm, tingling pit of her anal canal.
"Stop, stop, stop," she sobbed, quivering in pain and shame. "Oh, God, Daddy, it's too big, it's too big for me! You're tearing me apart, Daddy, tearing me apart! I can't stand it, I can't stand it anymore!"
Lywellen acted as if he could not hear her. He laughed insanely and bucked forward violently, driving more of his cock into the soft, taut depths of her darling bum. He was tearing through her flesh, ripping the blood vessels uncaringly, making her poor, tender bum bleed' in a pulsating flow of the warm, rich fluid.
He ignored her screams and cries of mercy and bore down hard on the delicate chamber, grunting and groaning as he pushed his prick inside of her. He bucked back and forth, rocked from side to side and drove his prick to the very depths of her bum, never ceasing the painful, violent forward motion until his prick was sunk right to the hilt in her darling pit and his belly was resting against the soft, warm curve of her luscious half moons.
"Ahhh, this is how it should be," Lywellen moaned in satisfaction. "Yes, yes, this is exactly how it should be! Can you feel it inside "of you, whore! Can you feel my mighty staff deep in the pit of your foulness? I am going to ravage you now, drive all the evil out of you! It's so good to cleanse one's soul, isn't it, little demon? So very, very good!"
The poor-helpless child could say nothing. She moaned in pain and humiliation as her father began to pump his cock in and out of her aching tunnel. Slowly he drew back, the throbbing, burning pole tearing at her tender inner walls, ripping the flesh violently as he came out of her.
He twisted and squirmed, sighing in delight, then rammed his cock back into her bum again, sending the now, never-ending pain, tearing through her with a renewed violence and searing agony.
He shuddered involuntarily as the spasmodic tremors of her pain rippled against his fevered flesh, filling him with a rolling, luscious delight that made him ache in the base of his loins. His balls pounding painfully and the greedy desire that was burning in his cock overwhelmed him with a hungry need.
He held her firmly by the buttocks, his fingers digging deeply into her spongy flesh, and he powered his cock in and out of the taut, hot pit with increasing frenzy.
Again and again he drove his cock deep into her bum. Each powerful stroke made her wail with pain and she was crying uncontrollably now, shame and despair filling her completely as she lost all contact with anything but the continuing ache that was tearing at her tiny pit.
Lywellen moaned and shivered as the spasms of pleasure roared higher and hotter in his balls and cock. His body thrilled to the marvelous tightness of her bum and the way her inner walls seemed to grip him so tightly in their grasp. Her tiny, young anal muscles were flexing wildly around his pounding tool and each time he buried his cock deep in her bum, a vibrating delight raced through him and he could feel the powerful release building rapidly in his tortured loins.
He gasped and sobbed, almost crying now, so marvelous and intense was his pleasure. Harder and faster he rammed his prick into her lovely behind. He ground his belly against her buttocks and dug his fingers into her flesh. Back and forth he went, moaning and ramming into her until she felt as if she might die from the horrible pain she was experiencing.
"Ahhh, my child, my bitch, my whore," he sighed, his voice thick and tight with the fierce passion and need he was feeling. "Yes, soon now, very, very soon! Ahh, I can feel my soothing release approaching. Soon you will be washed clean with my fluid! Yes, whore, yes, it comes, it comes now!"
The poor girl was beyond crying now, her breath came in tortured sobs and her body quivered involuntarily under his attack. She felt him slam his prick hard and deep into her delicate canal, grinding and churning his way to the depths of her bum as the powerful moment of pleasure washed over him.
He was bucking violently, his lust in complete control, now. Hot, searing gobs of come spurt from his shaft as he cried out in delight. The angry fluid burned her inner walls and his prick throbbed so powerfully, she felt as if her bottom were being ripped in half.
Lywellen moaned and quaked, pounding his prick in and out of her uncontrollably as the come continued to burst from his prick and fill her bum hole, mingling with the rich, thick blood that was seeping from her ravaged chamber.
Again and again the orgasm tore through him, making him jerk and shudder until she felt as if it would never end for her. Finally he seemed to be drained of all passion and greed and he slipped out of her, quivering spasmodically with a lingering tremor of delight still racing along his aching flesh.
He was breathing heavily, staring down at his daughter's back as she lay on her belly, weeping silently, no tears falling from her eyes, just the slightest quiver in her tiny frame.
"You Godless whore," he roared, kicking her with his boots. "Filthy, rotten whore! You lured me into this, you dragged me to this sin! You will pay, bitch, you will pay for seducing me!"
She was too weak to try and fight him and as his fists and boots struck her face and her belly and thighs, she gratefully lapsed into a dark, dreamy world where she felt no pain, only flesh striking her own flesh and soon everything was silent and black and she felt nothing.
PART THREE
She was unconscious for almost a week. The whole town gathered, outraged that the lovely daughter of the marvelous, strong man of God, Nolan Lywellen should be so brutally attacked by the unknown hoodlems that struck her down and raped her so violently.
They all marveled and felt pride in her father, who never left her side, praying for her recovery every moment of the day. It was a shame, the people thought, that Mister Lywellen did not see the men more clearly, but that was the sorry state of things. He had told the police he had only seen them running off when he had come to answer his daughter's cries for help.
He had told the Sheriff that he thought it might be the same boys that had raped her once before and made her pregnant. It was a terrible shame that she had to lose the baby, but it was God's will, Mister Lywellen said.
Mister Lywellen was the perfect model of the godly man, they all said and they admired and believed in his goodness as he remained by his daughter's side through her trial.
When she finally emerged from her coma, the girl hardly knew who she was, much less where she was. She was alone with her father when she awoke and he began to sob happily, thanking the Lord for her deliverance from death's lonely gates.
She stared at him weakly, trying to put all the jumbled thoughts in her mind into one complete whole. She shook her head and sighed, aching all over her body, feeling the bandages that covered her with her fingers.
"My dear, dear, child," her father groaned. He bent his head and sobbed. "Come let us thank God for your return! He is kind and merciful, is he not? Yes, it is truly a miracle, truly a miracle!"
She patted his head, tenderly, running her fingers through his thick, silver hair. She smiled, thinking that this was just like him to be so overjoyed at her getting through this. She just wished that she could remember what happened to her.
"You were viciously attacked, my dear," her father explained to her after awhile. "You were set about by Satan's animals and almost killed in their frenzied lust! It is truly something to be thankful about that you are still with us!"
She couldn't remember much of anything, much less being attacked. But if that is what her father said, then it must have happened. She was just glad to still be in one piece, that's all.
She asked when she could go home and her father assured her in a couple of days. "Until then, I want you to rest and recover. There are some changes that will be made in our lives and I want you to be as strong as possible. There is so much work for you to do, my dear, and we'll need you in good health!"
So, she remained in the hospital for another week. She mended quickly and was assured that there would be no problem if she wanted children in the future. That made her a little embarrassed to be talked to about such things, and it also brought strange dreams and memories to her at night when she was sleeping. They were not exactly nightmares, for they were only peopled by her daddy and step-brother, Martin. But they were uneasy dreams, the kind that filled her with a dark dread.
She felt it was probably just being in the hospital, surrounded by so many other sick people, however and she tried to ignore them. She was glad, though, when they let her go at the end of the week. She was looking forward to getting home.
When she got to the site where they had pitched their tent, she was so happy that she couldn't help bursting into tears of joy. Dozens of people welcomed her home and they threw a big party for her.
That night her father did some of the best preaching ever, using her as an example of strength and courage and he was so overpowering in his praise that she blushed and hid her head as he spoke.
"She would not let herself be defeated by this scum," he roared over the heads of the crowd. "She would not allow herself to falter and be beaten by the dogs of the ungodly! No, a thousand times, no! She lived to do the Lord's work once again. Her head is high and her body erect! Take her as your example, for she is the mistress of God and does his will as you all should!"
After the service, many, many people came up to shake her hand, until her fingers hurt from so much squeezing, but she didn't care a bit. She felt so proud and important, she felt she would burst. She knew it was sinful, but she couldn't help feeling that way and she didn't think the Lord would mind too much.
After the crowds had drifted away and her father had kissed her step-mother goodbye and sent her on her way toward the next town, she retired to her room in the trailer and put on her best nightie. It was a daring, shortie kind, it barely came to her knees and she knew it was rather wicked and never wore it around anybody.
But, tonight, she felt it was all right and she climbed into her bed, feeling more peaceful and calm than she ever had before in her life. She read for a little while, but soon became sleepy and turned out the light, contented and at ease.
It was a few minutes later when she heard the sound of movement in front of her door. She had just been drifting off and for some reason, she was startled awake and she lay in the dark, quivering with a fear she could not explain.
The door slid open and in the half-light of the hallway, she could make out the figures of her father and step-brother. She called out their names, softly, in a questioning tone of voice and then they stepped into her room.
He father sat down on one side of her bed and her brother on the other. She glanced back and forth between them as her memory suddenly began to become clear and the reason for her disturbing dreams grew stronger in her confused mind.
"Ahhh, all better now, my little whore," her father said quietly, running his hand up and down along the curve of her thigh, covered by the blanket she had over her. "So glad to see it, so very glad! We need you here, we truly do. You can be of great use to your step-brother and me, of great use, indeed!"
"What ... what do you mean, Daddy?" Misty stammered, the fear churning in her belly, making her quiver involuntarily. "I don't ... I don't understand."
"It's very simple, my dear, so simple, I wonder why I haven't thought of it before," her father laughed, squeezing her thigh through the blanket. "From time to time, both of us are seized with a devilish passion that is most ungodly. You can help us relieve that passion. I'm sure you get the idea!"
"It was you, the two of you," she gasped, the memory complete, now. The vivid images of their raping and beating her boiling in her mind. "No, no I won't! I'm not the evil one, you two are! You two are!"
She leaped from the bed, racing between the two of them, trying to reach the door. Her step-brother scrambled to his feet and barred her way with his body. "I don't need no mumbo jumbo to tell you what I want, bitch," he hissed, giving her a hard, quick back of his hand across the chin, knocking her to the floor. "I just want more of that pussy that's all! I explained it to your old man, it's either yes or the two of you go!"
She spun her head around and stared into her father's eyes, her own filled with fear and pleading for help. He dropped his head, groaning loudly. "You see, my dear," he said, stumbling over his words. "We ... we need their help so much ... I mean, look how much they have given us! We owe them and we ... we can't do without them!"
Martin reached down and grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head around in a swift, cruel movement that made her howl with pain. "On your knees, bitch," he commanded. "I've had plenty of fucking from you, now I want a little head! Your old man can take care of your pussy, now! I want a good, long blowjob, baby! A good, long one, right now!"
She groaned in despair and a renewed ache in her cheek where he had struck her. She watched, her heart sinking as Martin unzipped his trousers and withdrew his thick, long cock from his pants. It was still limp but growing harder with each passing moment and she suddenly realized that there was no escape from what he wanted her to do.
She sobbed as she felt the huge, thick shaft slapping against her cheek, the hot, throbbing tip pressing firmly into her moist flesh. She closed her eyes and moaned, shivering uncontrollably as she pursed her lips and gently kissed the huge, pounding tip of his prong.
"Yeah, now you got the idea, cunt!" he laughed in delight. "Go on, baby, start working on that prick. Ahhh, yeah, I want you to kiss and suck it until I explode! Come on, bitch, get to work!"
Stifling a sob, Misty realized there was nothing else to do. She slithered her tongue around the head of his shaft, stabbing playfully at his piss slit, making him groan and shiver in delight as she lathered the hot, trembling tip of his prick.
Urgently she began to kiss and lather her way down along the thick pounding tool. She nibbled on the fevered flesh with her even, white teeth, lathering every inch of the pole as she neared the root of his aching tool.
He swayed slightly on his heels, his hands now clasped to the sides of her adorable head, holding her firmly in place. She ran her tongue up underneath his taut, throbbing ball bag and slashed at his throbbing nuts with the precious arrow. Martin was chuckling happily to himself as he looked over the darling girl's head at her father who was watching everything with a swiftly labored breathing.
"Come on you old fuck," the young man taunted. He pointed with his finger down at the girl in front of him. "Don't just sit there! Get over her and try some of that pussy! I mean, you old fuck, I want you jamming it in her while she sucks me off! Come on, get over here right now!"
Lywellen could not take his eyes off his daughter's bare bottom flashing beneath her gown and he quickly got to his feet and made his way over to where the two young people were.
He flipped the hem of her gown up over her hips, exposing her tender bum and the moist, wet pussy to his eager eyes and greedy fingers. "This is for our salvation," he whispered piously. "This will do all of us good!"
He reached down and cupped his hand over her warm, tingling hillock, slithering his fingers up and down between her slippery cunt petals, getting the creamy, thick love juice flowing in her darling womb.
Misty sobbed with grief that her father would obey her horrible step-brother and she was about to say something when he grabbed her chin and pulled her head back to his cock and balls.
"Forget about him," he hissed cruelly. "Just concentrate on those balls, baby," he laughed. "Your old man can take care of your pussy all by himself!"
Sobbing softly, she bent her head once more, opening her mouth and gathering the tight, hairy sack that confined Martin's balls into her moist, warm oral chamber. She locked her teeth around the bag and lathered the two, throbbing stones with her precious arrow.
The young man moaned in delight, rocking back and forth on his heels, his head thrown back in ecstasy as the young girl lathered and sucked on his imprisoned sack. She blew vibrating currents of air across his flesh and tossed his aching balls back and forth against her moist, warm cheeks with the tip of her tongue. She felt him shuddering violently under her loving attack and his fingers dug into her temples as he held her steady against his groin.
Her father was gently riding the tips of his fingers along her slippery cunt lips, twisting and turning them against her warm, pulsating flesh, every now and then, slithering a single prong beyond the wet opening to her luscious pit.
She shivered uncontrollably as she felt him probing her damp interior. Tiny, quick moans of pleasure escaped her father's lips as he drove his finger deep into her pussy, burying it to the hilt in her delicious chamber. He flicked the prong from left to right inside of her cave, riding it along her inner walls, sending shivering spasms of delight racing through her now.
She hated herself for enjoying what was happening, but there was no way to deny that her pleasure was increasing with every passing moment. Now she felt truly damned. For some reason, she had to suffer this humiliation and torture in the worst way possible, for she was liking it, and knowing that she was liking it, made her sick to the depths of her soul. Now she pulled her mouth from Martin's throbbing balls and began to work her way back up his shaft, a strange and urgent hunger taking control of her, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her loins tingled powerfully and she could not help but want to do this to her step-brother, though another part of her loathed even the idea of touching him, much less giving him pleasure.
He shuddered in delight as he felt her darling mouth roaming over his flesh, kissing and nibbling with an increasing greed and passion. He rocked her head from side to side, moving her adorable mouth over his flesh, shivering in spasms of intense pleasure.
"Ohh, yeah, bitch, that's good," he moaned, his voice thick and raspy with need. "Do it to me, baby, do it to me now! Yeah, cunt, work on that cock! Work on it good!"
Behind her, her father was seized by the driving need he was experiencing. He fumbled with his zipper, tugging at it frantically until he had it free and was digging in his pants for his aching tool. Misty felt the thick, pounding shaft suddenly worming its way along her damp, trembling inner thighs and she could hear her father's labored and forced breathing, as he brought his cock nearer to her damp, warm womb.
She groaned and shuddered in anticipation, quickly running her mouth up and over her step-brother's hard, throbbing prong. She caught her teeth on the lip of his cock head and curled her mouth around the thick, engorged helmet, closing her teeth around the burning rim, locking the huge tip between them.
Martin quaked uncontrollably as the girl began to lick and stab at his hot, aching flesh with her precious tongue. He groaned wildly as the sweet, pink tipped dart swirled over his head, and her mouth slowly drew more of the long, fat shaft beyond her lush, succulent lips into the wet, moist chamber of her silken throat.
He bucked forward, driving his shaft deep into her velvet tunnel, groaning in pleasure as she willingly allowed him to bury his rod in the depths of her throat. Her tender, young throat muscles flexed wildly around the prong and in moments he was buried to the hilt in her mouth, her lips sucking greedily on the root of his aching manhood.
Feverishly, Nolan Lywellen positioned himself between his daughter's thighs, slithering the head of his cock between her moist, creamy cunt lips. The darling petals parted under his insistent attack and he moaned passionately as he felt his cock slide into the warm, slippery glove of her darling womb.
He sighed in happiness as he thrust forward, driving the rest of his cock deep inside of her. Her cunt seemed to wrap itself around his rod and her pussy muscles were almost tugging on his meat, aching to gather all of him within her.
She felt him shuddering involuntarily as the spasms of delight raced through his prick and seared his loins and she rocked from side to side, moving his cock within her cunt in a thrilling fashion.
"Ohhh, yes, my dear, yes," he moaned in pleasure, slowly beginning to pump his cock in and out of her taut, wet chamber. "Umm, good, very good! You're doing it right, darling! You are performing your function correctly, indeed!"
Now the two men drove back and forth, sliding their twin prongs in and out of her two, wet, warm tunnels with a rhythm and force that send shock waves of wanting rolling through the three of them.
She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, moving her mouth from left to right, tugging hungrily on his shaft as she sucked the pounding spear. She dragged her teeth along his hot, burning flesh and lathered the rod with her darling spear. Martin could hardly breathe, he felt so good, and his legs felt weak and watery under the girl's greedy assault.
Misty drove her mouth harder and faster along her step-brother's tortured shaft. She could feel his cock growing bigger and harder in the tight, pleasing confinement of her throat and she thrilled to the wild, tingling sensations his aching shaft sent careening through her mouth.
Her father was beside himself with ecstasy, pounding his prick harder and faster along her damp, gripping pussy. Her cunt felt on fire and she seemed to be drawing tighter and tighter like an over-wound spring as her violent, churning orgasm continued to build in her boiling pit.
The three of them were caught up in the throes of pleasure and could think of nothing but the powerful, driving passions that were spurning them on. They gasped and moaned, shuddering out of control, slamming and rocking so hard that the trailer began to sway under their frenzied passions.
"Ohhh, baby, baby, am I ever gonna come good in your mouth," Martin groaned, his voice weak with passion and greed. "Yeah, bitch, suck me good! Ahhh, it's gonna be so nice, so fucking nice! Gonna come, baby, gonna come in your mouth right now, bitch!"
He sobbed wildly and Misty bore down on his shaft, sucking and twisting her head as she felt his moment arrive. He gasped with intense delight as the hot come suddenly exploded in his balls and burst from his prick into her awaiting mouth. Misty gulped and swallowed hungrily, trying to drink up every drop of his thick, boiling liquid as it spurt from the tortured tip of his shaft. He held her head tightly, ramming his cock in and out of her willing mouth, "as the aching spasms of exquisite agony tore through his aching flesh.
Her father slammed his prick in and out of her in a wild, frenzied rhythm. She could feel the burning agony that was searing his flesh and the hot, pounding blood that steamed through his rod as he drove it hard and deep inside of her lovely pit.
He moaned in delight and flopped across her back, quaking spasmodically as the come shot suddenly from his prick and seared her inner walls with a powerful wanting. He was gasping and sobbing, bucking into her violently, the tremors of release racing through him with intense delight.
"God, oh my God, I'm coming," he moaned wildly, bucking his prick deep inside of her once more. "I'm coming in my daughter's cunt so nice! Yes, yes, coming so nice inside her now!"
He thrashed and slammed his prick to the depths of her loins and she continued blowing and sucking on Martin's cock as her own orgasm finally hit her. She screamed softly as the delicious sensations rippled through her loins. Wave after wave of aching delight raced through her and she had never known such pleasure before.
She quivered and shook involuntarily, joining the two of them in their wild passion. As the stinging, delicious wanting rolled through her and her orgasms burst powerfully in her loins, one after the other, she sighed contentedly and sucked the last drops of come from her step-brother's prick.
Finally they left her, pulling their manhood from her mouth and pussy and she slipped to the floor, completely spent and drained. They left her alone in the room, the beginnings of an aching sadness overwhelming her. She realized then that no matter what, her life had become something else. She was damned, damned to hell just as sure as she was living. She had tasted the forbidden fruit and had liked it and she knew that she would never refuse it again.
As the night closed in on her, she was crying softly for the lost soul of the person she once was and the tortured future of the evil little girl she was swiftly becoming.
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THE NEXT IN LINE
PART ONE
The sun was an absolute horror as it beat down on the roof of the car, turning the tiny compact into a sweat box in spite of the air-conditioning. Laurie Bissack dabbed at her forehead carefully with her handkerchief, trying to relieve herself of the oppressive heat and wetness that was enveloping her.
Of all the things in the world she hated the most, sweating was the worst. She could not tolerate it, not one bit. She considered it the most unwomanly-like thing one could do and she always took pains to avoid it. Sometimes, however, it could not be helped and this was one of those times.
God, how she hated having to wait around. That was another one of her pet dislikes and now she was forced to endure that, also. She had a flat tire and the man who was fixing it was taking his own sweet time.
Why she had ever come down here to Arkansas she would never know. Sure, she wanted some time out of the city, some time away from her job and her lover, too. But why here? Why travel almost two thousand miles to visit some relatives she barely knew existed, much less felt close to.
She dreaded the thought of meeting them. All she could envision was bare feet and musty odors. If it was like that, she was going to stay a polite hour or two, hop in her car and go somewhere else. She was determined about that much of it, anyway.
She hated the South. The people were stupid and worse, they gloried in it. There is nothing so disgusting as a person who is ignorant and proud of the fact, she thought. It made her seethe just to think such people were even allowed to exist, much less have children and thus keep the whole, horrid process going.
If she had her way, she would sell the south to the arabs. Let them deal with these idiots for awhile. She sighed and leaned back against the seat, feeling the distasteful sensation of her clothes sticking to her flesh.
"I am a mess, just a mess," she mumbled to herself. "How I wish I had never left New York! I wonder if Leon is thinking about me right now? Probably not. What he is most likely doing is climbing into bed with one of the other girls from the office! God damn him!"
That she was angry with her lover was very evident. He was unfaithful, shallow and often cruel, she felt. If it wasn't for the fact that he was so important in the firm, she would have cut it off a long time ago.
She sighed heavily, mopping her brow again. But, she thought, mulling over her relationship with the man, that is what you have to expect from men. They always do you dirt, no matter how much they try and pretend that they won't.
She was growing so uncomfortable and angry that she was tempted to roll down the window in spite of the heat and scream at the man inside the garage to hurry up with her tire. She never should have allowed him to talk her into fixing the flat instead of just changing the tire. Damn him, anyway! Damn all men, anyway!
She saw the thin, high-necked man slowly approaching and she grit her teeth in disgust. They always take their time, she thought in anger. They are so lazy it's unbelievable.
The man reached the car and she rolled down the window. "I finished it, Miss," he drawled, not using the title of Ms. she had given him when she spoke her name before, on purpose, she suspected. This redneck asshole hated women like her, she was sure of that.
"Put it in the trunk,'.' she replied in a pained voice. "How much do I owe you?"
"Ohhh, about four dollars, I guess," he said, as if he hadn't decided how much he was going to charge her the moment she drove in. "I think that'll about do it."
She shoved a five at him and told him to keep the change, then tapped her foot impatiently on the floor until he had placed the tire in her trunk and shut the lid. When he was finished, she gunned the engine and took off with a squeal, not' even saying goodbye to the man.
Being rude to him was the first pleasant thing she had done all day and it lifted her spirts enough to keep her going. She had quite a distance to cover and she felt tired already. Why these relatives of hers had to live way back in the Ozark Mountains, she would never know.
She drove along at a steady pace, cursing the slow, lazy crawl that most local drivers took, until finally, about sun down, she reached a rutted dirt road that led, she hoped to her cousin's home.
She carefully made her way along the narrow path, wondering what she would do if she had to turn around. It twisted and turned for miles and she had begun to lose hope that she would ever find the place, when she came upon a big, two-story house, weather-beaten and uncared for, that she recognized as theirs from old photos she had seen.
She pulled up off the road into a drive that was more a pair of grooved ruts than anything else, and shut off the car. She sat quietly, wondering where everybody was. She felt tired and beat and just wanted to lay down and get some sleep.
She waited a few more minutes, then sighing and shaking her head, she opened the door and stepped into a blast furnace. The heat was incredible. Even though the sun was completely down, almost, by now, she still felt as if she were baking directly underneath it.
"God, what a horrid place," she muttered. She moaned, reaching into the car and getting her purse. She turned around and looked the place over. "A dump, a real dump. Probably as dirty as sin, too! God, Laurie, the places you decide to visit, sometimes I can't believe!"
She called out the names of her three cousins, the men whom she remembered. She yelled them into the night air and heard them echoing back through the hills like a mournful wail that sent shivers up and down her spine. She felt very weird out there in the dark and she quickly made her way up to the house.
She climbed onto the porch and peered into the house through the screen door. It didn't look like anyone was home and after a moment, she pulled the door open. It swung toward her with a piercing screech that rattled her teeth and she slipped inside as quickly as she could, allowing it to slam shut with a bang behind her.
Slowly she went deeper into the house. It smelled old and musky, as if it weren't attended to on any regular basis. She walked through the living room, trying as hard as she could not to touch anything. The furniture was second and third hand and looked as if it were about to fall apart any second now.
She shook her head in disgust, the resolve to leave her as soon as daylight came growing quickly inside of her. "I'll be damned if I'm going to spend two weeks in this hell hole," she muttered quietly. "I'm leaving in the morning, that's for sure!"
"Now why and go do that, when you just arrived?" a voice came from behind her.
She jumped, startled by the sound and peered into the dark, trying to make out the figure that stood in the blackness of the staircase. "Who is that? Who's there, damn it?"
"Don't be frightened, Miss Laurie," the voice said easily. "It's a friend, I assure you. I'm Ansel Bishop, your eldest cousin."
A stunningly handsome man slipped from the darkness and came into full view, his hard, masculine features shimmering in the pale light that streamed through the windows. He was at least six feet tall and built like any woman's dream. Her breath was almost taken away, he was so good-looking.
He bowed deeply, taking her hand and kissing it in a gallant fashion. "I am charmed to finally meet you, my dear," he said in a smooth, mellow tone of voice. "I trust your stay with us will be an enjoyable one!"
"I ... I'm glad to meet you, too," she stammered, overwhelmed by his charm and manners. It was quite unlike what she had expected. "But ... but where is everybody else? The house seemed empty when I arrived."
"Ah, my two brothers have not yet returned from their work. They must keep long hours, you see, for it is not easy for them to get jobs. They are slightly ill, you see. A defect from birth, I'm afraid."
He led her to a couch and she sat down gingerly, brushing a bit of dust away before she did. He smiled and turned, walking over to a small table that was filled with bottles of liquor and wine.
"A slight refreshment, Miss Laurie?" he asked. When she nodded, he poured two glasses of Sherry and carried them over to where she was seated, joining her on the couch and placing the glasses on the table in front of them.
"I heard of your visit, so that is why I came over to greet you," he said, handing one of the glasses to her. "It's not often I drop by the old place anymore, I'm afraid. Not since my mother died."
"You don't live here then?" she asked, realizing at once how foolish a question it was, giving his charm and grace. He was obviously one of the few people that came from the area and made something out of himself. One look and a moment's conversation with him could tell her that.
He laughed and shook his head. "No, I live about fifty miles away, in Jhe city. I have a little business there, dealing in art and the like. Not much, but I rather have the market cornered, you might say!"
He made her laugh by mocking the area and she enjoyed that. At least there seemed to be somebody to talk to around here. They chatted for a little while longer, drinking more of the wine and generally getting to know each other better. She liked him a lot and thought that he could tell from the way she patted his arm to make her point.
About an hour later, the sound of heavy boots came up onto the porch and the screen door swung open, admitting two of the biggest and most fearsome men she had ever seen into the house. They glared at her, though they seemed to do the same at Ansel and she suspected that was their normal expression.
"Ahh, my two marvelous brothers, Luthor and Willard, come in, come in," Ansel said happily, rising and beckoning to the men. "I want you to meet your cousin, Miss Laurie Bissack."
The men grunted, barely giving her a nod and Ansel leaned over and whispered teasingly into her ear. "That's just their way. They like to pretend they hate everyone, but they'll warm up to you, soon enough!"
The men sat down in easy chairs and took the offer of a drink that their brother gave to them. He poured them both big, full glasses of straight whiskey which they seemed to drink without any notice of the burning taste at all.
Slowly they began to talk, their voices halting and slow as they tried to form their words. Laurie did not know how harmless they truly were, but they did not seem as threatening as when they had first walked in. As the evening wore on, she began to feel more and more comfortable, but the effect of the strong wine she was drinking and the long day's drive was getting to her and soon she found herself blinking to remain awake.
"Ahh, how tired you must be," sighed Ansel. "And myself, too, I should add. I have a long ride to the city so I had best get going."
He stood up and wished her goodnight, promising to return in a day or two, then he left her alone in the house with the two men. She waited until she heard his car drive away, then sighed, announced she was retiring and climbed the stairs to the room Ansel had prepared for her.
At the door of the room, everything began to spin and whirl around her and she felt a faint coming on. She stumbled to the bed and the swirling darkness came over her and in seconds her mind was a blank.
When she awoke, she was shivering with the cold. She moaned to herself and blinked her eyes. It took a few seconds, but she realized quickly that she was no longer in her room. It was quite dark, but she was able to see a bit of moonlight through a crack in the ceiling above her. It was very damp and musty and after a moment's thinking, she realized, with some shock, that she was in some kind of cellar.
"What in the name of...." she was about to say when she heard a creaking sound behind her and a door opened at the other end of the room, allowing Luthor to step in. "Why am I here?" she demanded.
He grinned and looked her up and down, a gleam in his eyes. "You're nice, real nice lady," he chuckled softly. "Gonna be fun having you around for awhile!"
She shook her head and walked toward him, trying to get past. His arm barred the way and when she tired to duck under it, he curled it around her shoulders and drew her tightly to his chest. She felt the clammy, wet kiss of his sloppy lips pressing against her own and she pushed and shoved to get away from him.
"Are you insane," she hissed angrily. "Let me out of here this instant! If you don't, I'm going to holler rape so loud you'll never forget it, you big asshole!"
He laughed quietly and then suddenly shot out his arm, cracking her across the lips with his big, hard fist.-The pain shot through her jaw and she fell backward with the force of the blow, landing hard on her behind. She moaned and shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her brain, the fear rising rapidly in her stomach.
"You be nice to me, or else," Luthor warned, advancing on her. "I don't like to hurt, but I will if I have to!"
She screamed in terror, now, edging away from him as the huge, lumbering giant drew closer to her. She was shaking her head, thinking that this must be some kind of insane nightmare.
Luthor laughed in delight and reached down, hooking his fingers into the neck line of her dress and hauling her roughly to her feet. "Yeah, yeah, real nice, lady." he giggled almost like a child, running his eyes up and down the length of her body. "You gonna be fun, I can tell!"
She whipped out her hand and slapped him across his dirty cheek. He bellowed in rage and gripped her by the throat, slapping her violently back and forth across the cheeks, splitting her lips, making the warm taste of blood fill her mouth.
She shivered and moaned, her body quaking violently as the fear and anger boiled within her. She felt his hands running down over the front of her dress, exploring her body greedily. When his hand reached her crotch, she slammed her knee up into his groin and as he gasped, doubling over a bit, she raced toward the door.
Luthor shot out his hand, catching the sleeve of her dress. He yanked on the garment, tearing it loose from her shoulder, spinning her around in a violent circle. He tossed it away and leaped toward her, slamming the full weight of his body into her and driving her to the cold, damp floor of the celler.
She gasped as the wind was knocked out of her and the stars danced in front of her eyes. He was all over her now, his thick, strong hands tearing that the buttons on the front of her dress, ripping them loose in a careless and urgent frenzy.
"Stop it, stop it, please," she gasped, moaning with the pain that was throbbing in her head and the dull ache in her belly from his landing on top of her. "Ohhh, dear God, please, please stop it!"
Luthor seemed like some wild animal now. He tore her dress apart, ripping it completely free of her body. He crumpled it up in a ball and tossed it aside, then turned his attention back to her. She was lying, clad only in her bra and panty hose now, quivering in fear and terror as he licked his lips as if anticipating a delicious meal.
His eyes suddenly grew dark and he sneered at her. "You hurt Luthor," he hissed in anger. "You kicked him where it hurts! That wasn't nice!"
He doubled up his fist and drove it hard into her belly, making her gag and scream with pain. He opened his hand and slapped her back and forth against the face once again, while curling the fingers of his free hand in the cups of her bra and savagely tearing the halter from her.
She screamed in pain as the metal hooks that held the garment shut popped free and tore a path through the smooth flesh of her back, opening up two large cuts in her tender skin.
Her nose was bleeding now and she felt a welt rising up around her eye as his greedy hand slithered down over her belly and curled in the waist band of her panty hose. With one, swift, sudden jerk of his arm, he ripped the undergarment from her loins, exposing the light, brown pubic hair that covered her cunt to his hungry, insane eyes.
She moaned, wildly, trying to cover herself with her hands, feeling the shame and terror taking hold of her. She shook her head, as if in horrified confusion and tried desperately to crawl away from him.
He grabbed hold of her thin, shapely wrists with one big, thick hand and pinned her arms over her head, scraping her knuckles across the rough concrete floor. He gazed at her nude, quivering body, smiling wildly as he ran his free hand from her neck to her loins and back again.
"Warm, nice and warm," he cooed in a loving tone of voice. "You all hot and wet for Luthor! I can tell! You like Luthor, he knows! Don't you worry, he knows!"
This insane nightmare just could not go on, she thought. She started thrashing violently, kicking at him with her feet, trying to jerk her arms free from his tight, vise-like grip. She might as well have been shackled and chained, for his hand was as firm and unmoving as could be and he merely seemed to enjoy all her frenzied movement rather than be disturbed by it.
She gagged as she felt his hand traveling slowly down her body once more, the huge, gnarled fingers pinching and squeezing her breasts in a greedy manner. Never before had she felt so helpless and degraded and she sobbed in pain and despair as she felt him wrap his huge, rough hand over her soft, pliant breast and knead it happily.
She sobbed as he lovingly fondled her quivering globes,' his hands rubbing across the tips of her nipples, pinching them roughly between his fingers, rolling them back and forth until the shooting pains that stabbed through her mounds made her groan and quiver violently.
"Oh, dear Jesus, please, don't, don't," she groaned, kicking the air with her feet, trying to buck him off of her. "Stop it, damn you, stop it, stop it, now!"
Luthor laughed in delight and swiftly slithered his hand down over her belly to the trembling hillock of her pussy mound. She-gasped as she felt the thick fingers running through her damp, slippery cunt hair, riding over the rim of her womb to the quivering cunt lips below.
Aching despair and shame tore through her as she felt him kneading and exploring her slippery petals. They were damp with the sweat of fear that had broken out over her flesh and the creamy, thick love juice that her terror created in her womb.
Hungrily he ran two fingers up and down between her quaking folds of flesh, pinching them cruelly in his fingers, twisting and turning them in his grasp, enjoying the sharp, thick bursts of agony that tore from her lips as he attacked her womb.
He slipped one of his legs over her thigh and jammed it down between her limbs, forcing her damp, creamy legs far apart, trapping her now beneath his weight. She felt his mouth drop down to hers, his tongue slithering back and forth over her cracked and bleeding lips, jabbing insistently at her even white teeth.
"Kiss me, lady, kiss Luthor, now," he demanded hungrily, jamming his mouth hard over hers, almost suffocating her with his wet, sloppy kisses. She gagged, feeling his tongue prying her teeth apart then slithering into her mouth, urgently slashing and darting in a greedy search for her own luscious arrow.
She struggled and fought, but he was too much for her and the slow, horrible realization that he could do anything he liked to her crept into her mind and made her scream uncontrollably in fear and agony.
Once more he drove his hand at her trembling pussy, twisting and turning his fingers roughly against her slippery, swollen cunt petals. She sobbed as she felt his greedy prongs pushing their way beyond her luscious lips and into the taut, wet interior of her womb.
Hungrily he slid the fingers deep inside of her, scratching viciously at her aching tunnel. He knew nothing about love making, only the crude essence of the act and his hands were causing her pain not pleasure as he attacked her defenseless flesh.
She screamed as he buried his fingers to the hilt in her steaming pit, twisting and turning them harshly within her cave, scratching painfully at her moist inner flesh. His mouth roamed greedily down along her neck to the soft, spongy mounds of her breasts.
She groaned as he licked and stabbed at her firm, erect nipples with his tongue, locking his teeth around the base of one tender nugget and sucking the alabaster globe into his drooling mouth. He chewed passionately on her creamy flesh and she sobbed in shame and horror, feeling his finger pumping ruthlessly in and out of her while his mouth chewed and lathered her tit.
She tossed her head back and forth on the floor, her bruises throbbing with a dull ache, her mind swirling in horror. Somehow this could not be happening, she told herself, it just could not be happening.
She felt one of his hands sliding over her thigh, down to his jeans and then with a building horror, she heard the harsh, thick hiss of his zipper being pulled down and in a moment, the hot, hard sensation of his cock, throbbing wildly against her smooth, wet thigh.
"No, no, no," she gasped, her chest burning with the force of her excited breathing. She struggled to throw him off, clawing at his face with her nails. "You fucker, you bastard, you son of a bitch!"
He caught her throat in his hand, squeezing it harshly, making her choke and gasp as she lost the contact with air. With just that one hand he held her steady as he positioned himself between her thighs, wedging the creamy, warm limbs far apart with his own, meaty legs.
"Now we fuck, now we fuck good," he hissed, his breathing dull and erratic, though not nearly as labored and forced as hers. "You like fucking me, you see! I fuck you good, real good, now!"
She cried out in agony as he thrust forward, slamming his prick into her cunt petals with an urgent demanding force. She moaned, shuddering uncontrollably as he reached down and guided his shaft toward the wet, warm entrance to her precious cave.
Slowly he forced the huge, hot tip of his shaft beyond the twin folds of flesh that fluttered wildly around it. She shivered in anticipation as she felt the thick, pounding head of his cock penetrate her aching pit. The huge prong slithered into the slippery tunnel of her womb and seemed to stretch her cunt beyond its normal width. She screamed in horror and fear as he grunted in delight and bucked forward, driving his cock deep inside her creamy chamber.
Luthor laughed in delight, thrilling to the way her cunt surrounded his plunging tool, the strong, gripping pussy muscles flexing wildly about his driving spear. Deeper and deeper he drove the shaft. He was twisting and turning, riding the cock along her inner walls with a cruel and ruthless force.
The woman gasped in pain as the prick ripped along her inner walls, tearing the fragile blood vessels in its journey, making the warm, sticky blood begin to flow and mix with her love juice in her assaulted cunt.
Luthor moaned in pleasure, grinding his hips against her thighs, burying his thick, hard shaft to the hilt in her darling cave. She could feel it throbbing wildly against her inner walls and his mouth was biting viciously against her tits as he lay on top of her, enjoying the sensation of his cock, pounding violently in her womb.
"You good and tight, hot, too," he chuckled happily. "I like ladies who are tight! Gonna fuck real good, now, real, real good!"
He pulled his shaft three-quarters of the way out of her, then slammed it back into her once more, tearing the delicate inner flesh of her womb as he went along, making her scream with agony as the huge, fevered spear drove into her.
Now he began to, pump his prick in and ..out of her cunt with a frenzied abandon. He ignored her cries that he was hurting her, his mind on only one thing, the beauty and pleasure of his prick riding her taut, wet inner walls.
His hands slipped under her buttocks and dug into her spongy half moons, lifting her up and over on her back, bent so far that the pain was intense in her tightly arched spine. He rammed his rod in and out of her cunt with a greedy passion and as desperately as she tried to find and match his rhythm, it was useless, for he was merely rutting now, not stroking her.
She could feel the warm, thick blood on her thighs and she sobbed in choking breaths as the huge, animal-like man continued to drive his cock in and out of her delicate chamber. She clenched her fists and grit her teeth against the pain of his assault, trying to forget it was happening to her, trying to take her mind off it.
Harder and faster he rode his cock along her lovely tunnel. Each stroke sent waves of throbbing agony through her womb and she felt as if there was nothing but the pain anymore. She could hardly breathe, now and she shuddered each time he plowed into her, grinding his prick deep inside of her, his rough, dirty trousers rubbing brutally against her naked belly.
His prick seemed to grow thicker and harder with every powerful thrust of the massive tool and she could tell from his frenzied attack and labored breathing that his orgasm was about to explode.
He moaned and shivered, the thrill of release coming over him swiftly. "I'm gonna come, lady," he moaned loudly, throwing back his head in a wail of delight. "Gonna come, gonna come so good! Gonna come right now!"
His whole body shuddered with the violent impact of his climax and she felt his prick deep in her womb, the steaming, thick come spurting from the tip of his road, boiling against her aching interior. He bucked and thrashed, pumping the exploding shaft into her again and again.
She shivered in response as she felt the thick gobs of liquid passion filling her womb and the blood that seeped from her torn and ripped inner walls made her ill. Finally the giant was finished and he pulled out of her, sighing happily.
He stood up, reached down and took her panty hose and wiped off his prick, then tossed them aside. He smiled down at the beaten, humiliated woman and laughed in pleasure.
"I tell Willard about you, lady," he said happily. "I tell him how nice you are! He gonna enjoy that! You wait, lady, you gonna have a real good time with us!"
Then he left the cellar and locked the door behind him. Laurie lay on the cold, wet floor, sobbing and aching, the blood trickling slowly from her ravaged cave. She could not move, she hurt so badly, and the only thought in her mind, was what was going to happen to her next.
It couldn't be worse, she thought, for nothing this horrible had ever happened to her before. If she only knew.
PART TWO
She had no idea how much time had passed. She seemed to drift in and out of consciousness with no clear indication of the hours in between. She had pulled herself together enough to put her dress back on, though it was ripped and torn and only three of the ten buttons were left.
The cellar was damp and cold and in spite of the sun, she was chilled all the whole next day.
No one came for her, no one brought her any food and the realization that she was trapped down there filled her with an unspeakable terror. She could die in there and no one would know.
She had screamed and pounded on the door, but it was so useless that she had finally given up, not wanting to waste any more of her strength than necessary. She could only wait, it seemed, and that make her nauseous just to consider it.
That she had been so brutally used and degraded filled her with an anger and loathing she had rarely felt. Her mind burned with the plans she had for the two idiots when she got free. She would see that they were both locked up for life, they could count on it.
Her only hope seemed that, somehow, Ansel would find out about this and release her. He was sure to return soon and the two brothers were so stupid, she just knew that he would get the truth out of them. She just had to hold on until then. That, and perhaps figure out another plan to get away.
She searched the small cellar, looking for any sort of a weapon she could use against the two men. She came across a short, round dowel, about two inches thick. It was hard and made a pleasing twack when she banged it against the side of the wall. She sat on a molding pile of carpet, holding the tool in her lap, waiting for one or both of them to show up.
She must have dozed off, for she was awoken with a start when she heard the key being turned in the lock of the door. She leaped to her feet and made her way to the other end of the room, pressing herself flat against the wall, holding the wicked piece of wood in her two hands.
Light streamed in from the outside and in a few seconds, Willard stepped into the tiny cellar, peering into the darkness, trying to find her. She took a deep breath, then swung the dowel over her head and brought it down on Willard's skull with a resounding crack.
He screamed in pain as the skin spit in a long line, but he barely buckled at the knees and spun around to face her with a roar of anger and pain, his eyes blazing wildly. She gasped and swung the dowel at him again, but he warded off the blow with his forearm and punched her hard in the mouth.
The blow knocked her off her feet and the weapon flew out of her hands. He stood over her, rubbing his head, staring at the blood, then kicking her viciously in the ribs.
"You bitch," he hissed. "You hurt me, you bitch! Nobody hurts Willard, nobody! I'm gonna punish you for that! I'll show you, I'll show you good, you bitch!"
He leaned over and took her by the hair, dragging her across the room until he had reached the middle of the floor. She moaned, still dazed by this hard, powerful punch and she barely knew what he was doing when he tied her wrists together with a thick strand of rope and then looped the free end of the cord over a wide beam in the ceiling.
As if she weighed nothing, he swiftly hauled on the rope, yanking her upward, pulling more and more as she cried out in pain. The cord bit into her wrists and she shivered with the intense, throbbing sensation that shot through her arms. Slowly she rose to full height, moaning and sobbing, but he did not stop pulling on the rope until her toes were just touching the wet, cold floor.
He took two other small strands of cord and first looped one over her left ankle and pulled her leg a foot apart from the other, securing it to a hook in the floor, then did the same with the other. The strands were yanked tightly and she could barely move, now, hanging from the beam in the ceiling, her thighs spread to a painful width.
"Little bitch, you won't hurt Willard again," he growled. He reached up and took hold of the neckline of her dress and ripped downward, tearing it free from her body in one quick motion. "I show you what we do to girls who hurt us! I show you, now!"
He tossed the dress away and ran his hand down over her naked and helpless flesh. She shivered with the contact of his rough, calloused hand riding happily over her spine, dancing across the luscious curve of her buttocks, then pinching the soft, warm flesh of her thighs as it completed its journey.
She turned her head, straining to see what his was doing and her eyes went wide with shock and fear as she saw him pulling his thick, wide belt from his trousers.
"No ... oh, God ... don't ... I," she stammered, shaking her head as she pleaded with him in a breathless tone of voice. "Please ... I ... I didn't mean ... oh, dear Jesus, don't!"
He was mumbling to himself as he dangled the belt from his hand, his fingers curled around the wide buckle. He snapped the wide, thick tool behind them, then whirled it around his head and brought it across her back with a wet, sickening smack.
The aching sound of the belt's caress was followed by her scream of agony as the harsh, tearing leather bit into her flesh, opening a small, long cut across her spine. The pain tore through her with an incredible intensity and she sobbed wildly as he whipped the belt behind him again and brought it down against her tender, soft behind.
She screamed again as the belt bit into her. Willard was laughing wildly, now, bringing the belt down on her harder and harder, each vicious stroke of the tool sending burning waves of agony racing through her tender flesh. She twisted and turned against the confinement of the ropes, but she was helpless in their tight, gripping hold.
"I make you cry, lady, I make you cry, real good," Willard gasped, spinning the tool around his head once more and raining it down across her shoulders. "Then I fuck your ass, how you like that? I fuck your ass, next, bitch!"
She barely heard what he was saying. Her mind was whirling with the pain she was feeling and the insanity of her position. She could hardly accept the fact that she was hanging from the ceiling, her legs spread and tied, a madman whipping her with his belt.
He snaked out his arm, curling the evil instrument around her hips with a wet, stinging caress that left a deep, red welt in its wake. She could feel the thin trickle of blood from her open wounds, running down over her flesh and when she looked down at the floor, her stomach churned sickeningly as she saw the spatters of her own blood dotting the damp concrete.
Again, Willard lashed at her with the belt, the harsh, wet crack ringing in her ears, mingling with the sound of her own agonized cries of pain. The heavy thwack of the belt landing on her buttocks rippled through the air, and it seemed, now that the pain never ceased, but continued pulsating in her flesh even when he was not hitting her with the wicked tool.
Her body seemed on fire, now, with an never-ending agony. Her flesh felt ripped and torn and she sobbed uncontrollably, the tears running in twin, wide streams down her cheeks as she gasped and choked with her rasping moans.
How long he continued to beat her she did not know, but it seemed to go on forever. He was enjoying himself completely, thrilling to the sound of the belt striking her and the jerks and shudders of her body when it landed. Her cries for mercy were ignored, so caught up was he in his passion and he struck her harder and harder until she thought she would faint from the agony she was experiencing.
Her head dropped to her chest and a wave of darkness rolled over her that even his vicious attack could not draw her out of. She felt the blessed relief of unconsciousness rolling over her and she welcomed it gratefully.
Suddenly she was brought back to reality by a bucket of dank, filthy water being thrown in her face. The foul stench of the stinking liquid filled her nose and she could taste the putrid fluid on her lips.
"You stay awake," Willard commanded grimly. "I fuck your ass, now, and you stay awake! You be bad to me, you pay for it, bitch! Willard show you how mean he can be, now!"
She groaned in pain, the throbbing ache of her beaten flesh pounding inside of her. She felt his hands riding over her taut, firm behind and she groaned in fear and anticipation as he began to knead and massage the luscious half moons. He dug his fingers between her narrow, anal cleft and she gasped in pain as she felt his greedy, insistent prongs tapping at her tight, anal dot.
"Don't, don't please," she sobbed, shivering uncontrollably as he punched two fingers at the wet, warm entrance to her aching tunnel. "Ohh, God, let me down and I'll fuck you! Please, please, I've never ... I can't, I just can't!"
Cruelly he ran one finger down to her cunt and jabbed at the damp, trembling petals that guarded her delicious chamber. She groaned as he forced the finger into her womb, twisting and turning it, trying to get her love juice flowing. She shuddered involuntarily, sobbing in pain and fear as she felt the rude, seeking prong riding viciously in and out of her womb, coating itself with a thin layer of the creamy fluid.
After a few moments, he pulled the finger from her womb and returned it to her aching bum. She shivered in fear as she felt the insistent prong forcing itself against the taut, unyielding entrance, twisting and turning, determined to get inside, her lovely, warm bottom.
"Oooo, you gonna be a good ass-fuck," he laughed happily, bending into her, pressing his lips against the stinging flesh of her back. "Gonna be nice and tight in your hole! I'm gonna like that!"
She screamed in agony as he pushed hard against her bottom, driving his finger into the damp canal, forcing it to expand in a painful fashion. Quivering with fear and pain, she desperately tried to relax her anal muscles to give him more room. She moaned in throbbing agony as she went as limp as she could in her bum and he swiftly drove his finger deep inside the wet, trembing passage.
She was completely unused to this and her taut, narrow chamber throbbed with pain as the brutal prong went deeper and deeper until it was completely buried in her hot, aching bum, twisting and turning ruthlessly against her hot, moist interior.
Her tender bottom quaked with pain and she could not believe that it could hurt so much. Greedily he pumped the thick, scraping finger in and out of her tight, stinging bum, twisting and turning it as he rode her slippery inner walls, his gnarled fingernail tearing her delicate flesh as it went along.
The spasms of pain roared through her asshole, and she shut her wet, aching eyes against the pain that seemed to grow even stronger with every pounding slash of his wicked finger.
He was laughing insanely, now, kissing and lathering her back with his mouth and tongue, pounding his finger in and out of her swollen bum, forcing the tight, fragile passage as wide apart as possible in preparation for the invasion of his prick.
She bucked uncontrollably as the finger jammed its way to the depths of her anal canal, digging cruelly into her moist flesh, hooking and tugging on her aching inner walls until she could not help but wail uncontrollably in agony. She saw his trousers drop to the floor and she gasped in fear and torment as she felt his cock sliding back and forth beneath her naked, defenseless pussy, coating itself with her love juice, growing harder and thicker with each passing moment.
"No, no, please," she moaned, rolling her head from side to side on her shoulders, her voice weak and broken. "Anything, else, anything! Just ... just don't do it to me, there! I'm too small, too small, I tell you!"
"You be big enough, soon," Willard laughed in delight. He took hold of his shaft and removed his finger from her throbbing pit, then placed the thick, hard head of his cock against her damp, anal dot.
She tensed in spite of her desire to remain relaxed and she gasped with a searing pain as he thrust forward, pushing the hot tip of his rod into her damp, stinging passage. If possible, his prick forced her anal canal even wider apart and a scream of blistering agony escaped her lips as he ground his dick deeper along the steaming tunnel walls.
Never would she have guessed it possible to endure such agony. Her asshole felt as if he were tearing it in two and she shuddered violently as the huge, thick prong determinedly drove deeper and deeper into her swollen bum, bursting blood vessels as he went along, mingling the damp juice of her bum with her rich, warm blood.
Willard wrapped his big, thick fingers around her waist and moaned in satisfaction, bucking forward ruthlessly, ramming his cock all the way into her bottom, burying the massive shaft to the hilt in the delicate chamber. He sighed contentedly, grinding his belly against the soft, spongy curve of her buttocks, thrilling to the sensation of her bottom gripping his cock so firmly.
"Now I fuck you good," he said harshly, squirming and twisting the shaft against her torn and ripped inner walls. "Now I fuck you good and hard, bitch lady!"
She felt his meaty paws holding her steady as he pulled his cock back then rammed it into her once more. The pain was excruciating as he thundered the huge, thick rod into her bottom. She wailed in agony and it seemed to make him even more excited, for he began to thunder his prick in and out of her with an almost wild abandon.
Harder and harder he slammed his prick along her taut, narrow tunnel. Each stroke filled his loins with pleasure and sent unbearable agonies racing through Laurie's behind. His fingers dug into the flesh at her hips, the nails cutting into her flesh and he powered his shaft again and again into the very depths of her bum, thinking of nothing but the delicious sensation of her asshole quivering violently around his rod.
His prick ground its way to the pit of her bum and throbbed powerfully inside of her as the man rammed the massive tool hard against her swollen interior. There was no end to her pain, now. It did not come in rolling waves any longer, but quaked continually in her bum as the huge, powerful man pounded the cock into her over and over again.
She could feel his prick growing bigger and harder against her aching walls and from the way his fingers dug deeper and deeper into her flesh, she could tell he was about to achieve his orgasm.
He moaned wildly, grinding his cock deep inside of her bum, shivering with the intense delight that he was experiencing. "Oooo, lady, lady, I'm gonna come," he moaned like a delighted child. "Uh-huh, ummm, yeah, I'm gonna come in your asshole right now!"
He shuddered uncontrollably and then the hot, thick come spurt from his shaft and swirled inside of her bum as he rammed himself in and out of her in trembling spasms. Again and again the thick, creamy fluid shot from the head of his shaft and she screamed and quivered involuntarily under the final, brutal thrusts of his assault.
Finally, he shivered and quaked a few more times, the lingering tremors of his passion rippling through his body and throbbing sharply in her bum, then he stepped back, pulling his prick from her rear with a wet slurp and stood moaning and sighing, completely content with himself.
She just hung there, almost unconscious with pain and exhaustion, until he untied the ropes around her ankles and then lowered her to the cold, damp floor. She drew herself up into a ball, sobbing quietly while he untied the cord around her wrists.
She did not hear him leave the room, nor lock the door behind him. Her mind was drifting away, now, she could feel it going and it took all her will to stop herself from falling into the dark depths of madness, and even then, she knew that a part of her was not going to come back from the swirling blackness of insanity.
PART THREE
Whatever was going on after that, she hardly noticed it. They did not come back to torture or rape her again and she clung, fiercely, to the hope that Ansel would discover her and save her. It was the only thing that kept her going, the only thing that kept her from completely losing her mind.
She ate the foul-smelling food that they gave to her, forcing it down and keeping it in her belly with all her will. She had to remain as strong as possible, she knew, or else she would be lost.
She no longer had any thought of her previous life. Her lover and her job and everything she knew back then was a faded memory to her now. All she had left was the , pain she constantly felt in her loins and flesh and the horror and fear of her situation. If Ansel did not return soon, she knew she was done for.
The days passed without his showing and she grew more and more despairing. They did not bother her again, but never let her out of the cellar and even though she had a bucket to relieve herself in, the place stank of a hundred foul and evil odors and her body cried out for the comfort of a bath.
She begged them to let her wash whenever they came with some food for her, but they merely grunted and left without saying a word. Once, while she was sleeping, Willard came in and tossed a cold bucket of water on her, laughing when she awoke, telling her that was her bath. He left, still laughing, pleased with his joke.
She lay on the pile of molding carpets, weak and aching, her eyes barely able to focus anymore. The night was upon her again, then, and for some reason she felt as if they would visit her that evening.
She heard the turn of the key in the lock and she wearily drew herself up into a sitting position, dreading what they had in mind for her now. When the door opened, her breath ached in her lungs as she saw both men step into the room. Then, her heart skipped a beat, as she saw Ansel behind them.
"Oh, dear God, dear God," she moaned, trying to draw herself to her feet. She slid back down, too weak to move, sobbing in thanks. "I ... I was afraid you'd never find me, never!"
Ansel quickly made his way across the room and knelt down beside her, cradling her head against his shoulder, patting her hair in a comforting manner.
"It's okay, Laurie, it's okay," he whispered softly, rocking her back and forth in his arms. "I told the boys to take care of you, but I didn't think they'd take it this way! Don't worry, you're going to be fine!"
"They're animals, animals," she hissed through her tears, her old anger returning how that she was safe. "They need to be locked up, Ansel, they do! You have no idea what they put me through!"
"Ohh, I don't think they need all that," he said softly, kissing her tangled and matted hair. "I don't think that's really necessary. They are a little off the wall, now and then, but they're good boys. They always do as I ask."
Laurie stiffened, a cold, dark fear seizing her heart. Slowly she pulled away from him, looking up into his smiling eyes. She shook her head, gulping wildly, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
"You ... you told them," she stammered in fear. "You, it was you? This was your idea! No, I can't ... I don't ... oh, dear God, noooo!"
Ansel laughed, his eyes flashing wildly now. "Of course, my dear, of course," he cackled insanely. "You don't think they could come up with something like this on their own, do you? It's always been my idea, all of the others were my idea!"
"Others, what others?" Laurie sobbed, shaking her head and shuddering in terror. "Who ... who else have you done this too! Where are they? Where are they, now?"
Ansel sighed in despair. "It's too bad, they never seem to last very long. I'm hoping that you'll become more a permanent member of the family, you seem strong enough and the boys like you, too."
Now Laurie began to scream. She leaped to her feet, shocked by her strength and raced toward the door. Willard knocked her backward with a blow to the chest and she fell back into Ansel's arms. He spun her around and gripped her shoulders tightly in his hands.
"Yes, our own little sister to take care of us," he said in a thick, strangled voice. "Just what we have always wanted! But you need a little more training, I think! You've taken care of Luthor and Willard, now take care of me! On your knees, little sister, on your knees!"
Laurie groaned and tried to fight the insistent pressure of his hands, but it was no use. He easily forced her down until she was kneeling in front of him, her eyes locked on the growing bulge at the front of his trousers.
"Go on, take it," he said, fiercely, no longer trying to hide his madness and desire. "Take my shaft and suck it, sister, suck it good! Ahhh, I need the relief, I need it now! Take my cock, take it now!"
Sobbing with the impact of her hopelessness, she-reached out and tugged on the zipper to his trousers, pulling it down and slithering her hand inside of his pants. He groaned in pleasure as she curled her fingers around his cock and slowly pulled it from the confinement of his undershorts.
The thick, hard pole was warm with the pulsating blood that flowed through it and she shivered as she felt the powerful shaft throbbing in her warm hand. She stroked the shaft with the tips of her fingers, feeling him quiver uncontrollably as the spasms of pleasure raced through him.
He moaned happily when she bent down and pressed her soft, succulent lips to the head of his rounded pole, stabbing at the narrow slit at the tip with her pink, pointed tongue. Slowly she began to kiss her way along his aching tool, using her teeth to nip and tug on the quaking flesh, while she lathered her tongue around every bit of the hot, hard pole.
He sighed and rocked slowly back and forth on his heels, his fingers curling in her tangled thatch of hair, holding her head firmly in place as she worked her way down along the huge, fat shaft.
When she reached the root of his manhood, she nibbled teasingly at the dark hair that covered his groin, then under the pressure of his fingers, dipped her head beneath his cock and began to lick and stab wildly at his hard, taut ball bag.
She slashed at the pounding stones, slithering her tongue between them as she nibbled frantically on his aching flesh. Ansel gasped with pleasure, his loins tingling with an intense delight as the luscious mouth pressed hard against his fevered container.
"In your mouth, little sister, in your mouth," he moaned, shivering uncontrollably under her delightful attack. "Ahhh, take them in your mouth! Suck on my balls, honey, suck on them hard!" Doing as she was ordered, the poor young woman opened her mouth and sucked the thick, throbbing sack between her lips, locking her teeth hard around his flesh. She slashed at the imprisoned rocks with the tip of her tongue, sending them dancing back and forth against her moist, warm cheeks.
Ansel moaned in contentment as the girl tugged her head from left to right, pulling on his bag, sucking hard and blowing warm air against his aching flesh. His nuts were pounding violently, now and she could feel the come beginning to boil in his tortured bag.
His prick was waving back and forth tapping at her temple as she blew and lathered his balls with her tongue. She curled her fingers around the backs of his thighs, and pulled his groin to her face, working harder and harder on the huge, pounding nuts that trembled in the wet, warm confinement of her lovely mouth.
She felt his fingers tugging on her ears, trying to draw her upward once more, and when he spoke, his voice was thick and harsh with need. "The cock, get to the cock," he moaned in a tight whisper. "Suck on the cock, right now!"
Quickly she drew her luscious mouth from his balls and began to work her way back up his pounding shaft once more. She slithered her tongue along his flesh and bit into the meat of his rod with her fine, white teeth. Ansel quaked and gasped, the wild, careening lust tearing through him as he felt her lips and tongue nearing his aching tip.
She curled her teeth over the rim of his fat helmet and gently sucked the huge head between them. She felt a powerful shudder racing through his loins and he bucked involuntarily as she fastened her lips around his prick and began to lather the head of his tool with her precious arrow.
Ansel was beside himself with greed, now and he bucked forward, violently, driving more of his prick into her moist, warm mouth. Frantically she relaxed her throat muscles for the invasion and in moments his hard, aching tool was slithering down along the warm, tight passage of her silken tunnel.
Her throat seemed to fit his prick like a glove and it was so warm and pleasing that he seemed almost unable to stand it. He thrust forward once more, burying his prick deep in her velvet chamber, grinding the wet, matted hair of his groin against her darling lips as she sucked greedily on the root of his manhood.
"Ahhh, that's it, that's it," he sighed in aching delight. He rocked from left to right on his heels, shivering with pleasure as the young woman worked on his throbbing meat. "Suck it, sister, suck it good! Ahhh, when I come, it's going to be marvelous, simply marvelous!"
Now the adorable woman began to bob her head up and down on his thick, quaking rod, dragging her teeth along his hot, feverish meat, twisting and turning her head as she went along. She lathered his flesh with her tongue and sucked powerfully on the plunging tool.
She moved her head in a steady, rhythmic motion, sucking and licking, feeling his prick growing firmer and hotter with every delicious stroke of her marvelous mouth. Her throat seemed to wrap itself around his rod in a delightful fashion and her muscles flexed wildly about the driving shaft, sending wave upon wave of exquisite pleasure racing through his loins with a power and force he could not believe.
Faster and harder she bore down on his prick. She caught the dangling bag that held his balls in her hand and began to grip and squeeze them, rolling the twin, pounding stones over her fingers, kneading the flesh passionately, urging him on toward his building release.
Her lovely lips rode over his flesh until she reached the head of his shaft, then gently twisting and turning her head, she powered the thick pole back into the depths of her throat once more with a pleasing force.
The man was overwhelmed by his desire and could do nothing more than hold onto her head and allow her to drive his cock even deeper in her mouth as the steaming come burst from his loins and spurt into her delicate canal.
She gulped wildly, trying to swallow every last drop of the precious fluid. Again and again the thick, creamy liquid shot from his dick and she was sucking feverishly on the rod, drawing every bit of his orgasm and passion from him. His climax seemed to last a long time and when he was finally finished, he pulled his prick from her mouth and let her slip to the floor, her lips still glistening with a coating of his semen.
Laurie did not hear him thank her, or even the sound of their leaving the small cellar. She lay on her side, her eyes and lips smiling dully. She had found her peace at last. She had given in and now nothing mattered, nothing mattered at all.
Months later, after her lover, her boss and her friends had given up trying to find her, people would still comment on the strange cries and sobs they sometimes heard coming from the old Bishop place. Not that it really mattered, that kind of thing had been going on for years and nobody expected it to stop anywhere near in the future.
