Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
BRANDED NIECE IN BONDAGE-Pamela Rudd finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Pamela suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Pamela Rudd looked over the top of the barbed wire curling at the edge of the fence. She smiled, letting out a soft sigh that faded into the night. She had come here to her uncle's ranch of her own free will to sort out her thoughts. Her widowed mother had more than approved of Pam's decision to spend some time in the open country with her uncle. It would take Pamela away from the dangerous influences of the Los Angeles streets, away from boys who were starting to notice her as a woman.
Leaning her forehead against the windowpane of the tool shed, Pam rubbed her fingers over her soft thighs. It felt so good to touch herself, so good to feel the gentle pressure of her fingers against her flesh. A man should be doing that. She had talked to some of the girls at school, and some of them told her how guys were built, how they acted when they ... fucked a girl. There, she'd thought it, almost said it. Fucked! How her mother would blanch if she were to say that word aloud at home. "Only sluts and whores say that," her mother had once shouted when she overheard Pamela pronounce that word over the phone to one of her girlfriends.
Well, she was out here in God's country now, safe under the protective wing of her uncle, Jeff Winger. But just how protective was he? Perhaps too much so. The so-called ranch was like a prison, ringed with a high fence, and that fence was topped with the barbed wire Pam had been studying earlier. There didn't seem to be any ranch-style work going on, although she'd been there only three days. Her opening days of her summer vacation!
And the way Uncle Jeff had been looking at her lately made her flesh crawl. At times Pam thought there were peepholes in her bathroom. Whenever she sat on the toilet, took a shower, even combed her hair, Pam was certain her uncle was staring at her. It felt so strange, so odd! Her own flesh and blood and she couldn't feel secure.
Pamela turned from the window. Her body was a confused whirlpool of confiding emotions-guilt, desire, fear. She was breathing harder now, her tits heaving up and down as she glanced at the light coming from the study of the house. Her uncle was still up, still drinking. That's what frightened her more than anything else.
Uncle Jeff drank a good deal after dinner, growing more aggressive after a while. It happened this evening while they were watching television. To make conversation as well as to satisfy her own curiosity, Pamela began questioning her uncle about the ranch. She hadn't said more than a few words before Uncle Jeff had shut her up, gruffly telling her it wasn't any of her business. Pamela could sense the tension building in the air, and she had left, slipping out into the night and into this old tool shed. How she wished she could go home now, home to her mother, to her friends.
It was getting colder outside. Pam raised her arms and rubbed her fingertips briskly over her flesh. In the silver moonlight it looked as if the tips of the barbed wire were crusted with frost. If someone were to crawl over that fence, they would have their flesh torn by those horrible barbs.
But thinking about that kind of escape was silly. She was a guest here. She could end her visit any time, and perhaps that's what she'd do tomorrow. Pam was getting bored sitting around all day, staring at the mountains, afraid to walk outside the fence. It was a prison. And now her uncle was casting strange looks at her. Surely, none of this was what she or her mother had wanted.
And if she went home, she could go down to the schoolyard with her girlfriend Frieda and see all those guys practicing football. Pam sighed, closing her eyes and thinking of one player in particular-Ken Dubuque. He was so handsome and tall! And in history class he kept staring at her, looking as if he wanted to talk to her. But he was so damned shy! And Pam wasn't one of those liberated girls who could sashay over to him and start up a conversation. The two of them stole secret glances, blushing whenever their eyes met.
"Go on, talk to him. Maybe he'll ask you out on a date and you can ... you know, go all the way, see what it's all about." Frieda had whispered one day in the cafeteria when she caught Pam staring at Ken.
"No, that's wrong!" Pam exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her seat. She hadn't realized just how obvious her attentions had been.
"That's what your mother says," Frieda said sarcastically, playing with her jello and staring at Ken. "But I bet you'd change your tune once he slipped his ... cock into you and...."
Pamela silenced her friend with a nasty look, feeling her cunt tighten at Frieda's words. She had thought about that sort of thing many times when she was alone in her bed, her fingers trailing over her cunt. What would it be like to have a man's prick in her, spreading apart her itchy cuntal walls? What would it be like to have Ken wiggling on top of her, his knees spreading her thighs apart? She could almost feel his fingers caressing her body, pinching her nipples while his prick slid back and forth over her frothing, fur-edged slot! Pam wanted him, wanted that football player badly! Her flesh clung uncomfortably to the top sheet as she rocked from side to side, relishing the subtle rub of her cuntlips against one another and her clit! Beads of sweat dotted her forehead while her knees jerked up, then slowly flopped back down to the mattress.
That sensation, that tight, hot, itchy sensation grew worse and worse as the thoughts about Ken sharpened, became more and more detailed. All the dirty things she had heard at school about fucking had come into focus by then. She thought of Ken's cock, of the way it would feel pistoning in and out of her fuckhole! Pam thought of his balls, of the cum packed in them, waiting to spurt out and burn into her cuntal walls like acid!
It was then she felt an orgasm race through her virgin cunt, nearly blacking her out with its force! The bed creaked and groaned as she thrashed madly about, her fingers flicking against her clit while her ankles dragged over the coverlet.
And then there was emptiness-just like now. Pam turned and walked over some broken boards, kicking them aside, then squatting down on the floor to rest. Her ass flattened against the dirty wood. And then ... then something happened. A w splinter, something was there, something sharp that touched her sensitive cuntlips. After showering this evening Pam hadn't put her panties back on. Now she was glad of the casual oversight.
Pamela jerked her ass up, ashamed of her violent reaction to that touch. Then she smiled. Why not? She had been here for three boring days with absolutely nothing to do. This was the most exciting thing that had come along.
She squatted down, moving her ass from side to side as the jagged thing scratched her inner cuntal muscles. Pam let out another sigh, straightening her spine, wiggling her hips in order to position the splinter against her clit. Contact was made.
She closed her eyes, wiggling her hips. It felt so good! Pam's chin trembled, her lips opening and letting out low, soft moans of delight. Again she thought of Ken, of his big shoulders, his washboard belly, that suggestive bulge between his legs that promised so much. Pam thought about what her mother had said all her life, what she had instructed her about men and sex.
"Men want one thing only, Pamela, and when they get it, they'll leave you high and u dry."
Moving her ass and sighing again, Pamela wondered about her mother and father, about how their sex life was. Her father had seemed happy, although he never touched her mother other than giving her a light peck on the forehead now and then. Perhaps he was impotent.
The sliver touched her clit. Pam gasped loudly, pumping her ass. She rose and fell faster and faster, her fleshy ass beating against the floor with a thudding rhythm. She could feel her tits jiggling in her halter, the nipples growing stiff, itchy and hot.
Her back straight, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, Pam moved from side to side. She worked her pussy against the splinter. That piece of wood cut deep. Her clit was already slick with flowing juices. Her flesh crawled with delight while her cuntal muscles began to spasm.
Pam couldn't stop. She rolled her hips in a counter-rhythm now, forcing her bloated clit across the splinter. This was shameless, evil, wrong, but Pam couldn't stop what she had begun. Thoughts of Ken flashed across her mind, picturing him naked. Of course she had never seen a guy with a hard prick. But then had been pictures, books Frieda had gotten somewhere.
She was close, very, very close. Pre-orgasmic spasms tore through her young cunt. She nearly fainted, putting one hand to the base of her throat and desperately trying to catch her breath. She was full of lust, panting and sweating like a rutting mare. Up she went with only the tip of the wood in her pussy.
"Ooooooh God!" she gasped.
Again she thought of Ken and her hips worked faster. Trembling, Pam moved one hand down, curling her fingers and digging them into her pussy. With one final wrench she felt her orgasm sweep through her body like a wave.
Crying out, Pam toppled over on her left side, drawing her knees up against her belly, feeling her swollen tits pressing against her Legs.
"Ken," she sobbed, raising one hand and wiping tears from her eyes.
She calmed herself gradually, listening to the night sounds around her.
It was then that Pamela realized she wasn't alone in the shed. Freezing, Pam didn't want to make a move at first. Was it an animal? Then came a cough. Shock and guilt raced through her mind. Someone had been there, had witnessed her getting off on that piece of wood.
"You bounce that ass real nice, Pam."
The words cut through the night air like a knife! It was her uncle's voice-slurred and low because of the drinking.
"I ... uuuuhhh, please, don't ... ohhhh...."
Pamela raised herself, pushing her long black hair from her eyes and staring with confusion at her uncle. He stood in the doorway of the shed, a half-emptied bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand.
"You dig doin' that to yourself, huh?" he asked, motioning to the place where she had been squatting moments ago.
"No ... yes, I mean...."
Uncle Jeff made a sign with one hand for her to stop. Tilting the bottle back, he glugged down another gulp of the liquor, putting the bottle down and banging it against the doorway.
He swore, then laughed. "No sense in settlin' for substitutes when you can have the real thing."
Pam drew herself up to a sitting position, trying to look as aloof as possible. If she could just handle him tonight, everything would be all right.
"Come on, come on, I'm not gonna tell your mother," Jeff said, stretching out one hand while still clutching the bottle with the other.
"No!" Pamela drew back from the drunken man. She saw him stop, saw his pleasant smile fade quickly into a frown. Pam trembled, realizing she'd done something terribly wrong.
"No? You ain't got much of a choice. I come out here and find you bouncin' up and on some boards. Shit, that's pretty damned queer if you ask me," Jeff said, his mouth a sneer.
Pam could have died with shame! She looked down, feeling her cheeks blush furiously. He had seen her, seen her do everything, perhaps heard her calling out Ken's name! It was too much for her to stand. Fighting back tears of shame, Pam stood up, her hair curtaining her face.
"Better. Now come on into the house and forgot about all this," Jeff said, putting one arm lightly around her shoulder and leading her out of the shed.
Pam felt a little better when the night air struck her flushed cheeks. He wasn't trying anything, now. Perhaps she had been wrong about her uncle. Perhaps he wasn't trying to put the make on her at all.
Climbing the stairs of the porch ahead of Uncle Jeff, she thought about tomorrow, about the call she would make to her mother.
"Hope you don't mind, but I've got one of the other guys here tonight. He came over just after you shot out," Jeff said, holding the screen door open for her.
"Oh?" Pam murmured. She stopped in the living room by the sofa, noticing a young tall man sitting in a chair, one leg crossed carelessly over the other. A bottle was in front of him, a glass in his hand. The door slammed behind her, making Pam jump.
"Don't be afraid. This here's Al Kalascz, owns the ranch down the road. Raises sheep and all that. Don't get lonely at night with all those sheep runnin' around, does it, Al?" Uncle Jeff said, winking at his dirty joke.
Pam grimaced, studying the young man in the corner. He was tall, lanky, with long blond hair that hadn't been combed for months ... or so it seemed. He was staring up at her now through his glasses, big red pimples dotting his cheeks. She smiled politely, turning and wanting to go up to her room to bed. Pamela wanted to get away from these men, sink into her own thoughts. And she especially wanted to get away from her uncle who had caught her doing that awful thing in the tool shed.
"Yeah, gets lonely out here too," Jeff sighed, moving around Pamela and setting his bottle down on a table. "Gets so lonely sometimes people gotta take care of themselves, know what I mean, Al?"
Pam flushed beet red again. He was going to tell, going to bring out what she'd been doing in the shed! She clenched her fingers, wishing she could run from the room.
"Take my niece here, for example. I went to out to clear my head, you know, just a few sees ago. And I hear all this moanin' and groanin' going on in the shed," Jeff said, smiling cruelly at Pam.
Pam stood with her head hanging down, feeling like a whipped puppy as her uncle went on.
"Yeah?" Al replied.
"Yeah. Then I stop in the doorway and know what I see?" Jeff asked, reaching out and chucking his niece under the chin.
Pam shuddered and drew back, hating her uncle for the first time with all her heart.
"What?" Al was growing interested, his eyes hungrily taking in the girl's body.
"This little one, bouncin' and jerking up and down, fuckin' herself with some damned log while she's moanin' out this guy's name!"
Pam thought the sky would fall down! She clenched her fingers together and dug the nails into her thighs. She could never forgive him. Never! Her uncle had degraded her and laughed at it! Now she loathed him!
CHAPTER TWO
Jeff smiled. "And now the little girl's gonna perform for us, right?"
Pam turned and saw her uncle taking another swig from the bottle. He was becoming increasingly drunk, increasingly violent. There was no telling what he would do.
Pam slowly backed toward the stairs. She would run to her room, lock the door and pack. Certainly the chances on the road were better than here-especially with two drunk ranchers apparently after her.
"Come on, Pam, you ain't gonna go nowheres 'til you show Al here what you did," Jeff said, putting out one hand to stop her.
"No!" Pam screamed, wrinkling up her forehead and shrinking from her uncle's grasp.
"Come on, honey. We're family, and we gotta share things," Jeff sneered, reaching down and scratching his cock and balls through his Levi's.
Pam felt the horror increase. Fucking. Yes, he was talking about fucking, about getting her down and driving his cock into her. She could see that in his eyes, could read it in his smile and in his sneer.
"What do you want from me?" Pam whimpered, seeing her escape to the stairs was blocked by the wheezing Al.
"What I get from Karen and some of the other women around her all the time ... only this time I'm gonna get it from a hot little number like you," Jeff said, his smile becoming a lecherous grin.
"Please, Uncle Jeff. Don't ... don't do this to me!" she cried, backing away from his outstretched hands. "I'm your flesh and blood! Don't do this!"
"Yeah, and me too. Don't forget, I want a piece of this action," Al said, sneaking up behind her.
"Go away!" Pam screamed.
"Ain't nowhere to go 'cept home. And I ain't goin' nowheres 'til I see you ... perform," Jeff said, smiling.
"This is crazy, just crazy!" she whispered.
"Sure it is. And you're gonna go nuts when I get through with you. Most girls do," Jeff said, starting to unbutton the tops of his Levi's.
"Don't, Uncle Jeff. Please, you don't know what you're doing. The liquor ... oh please, don't touch me!"
Pam wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt nervously, her head twisting from man to man, her eyes spilling tears as she tried to think of a way to escape from them.
"I'll scream. I'll scream for help," she whispered, terror making her tremble.
"No you won't." Jeff wrapped one hand around her waist while with his other hand clamped tight over her lips. He was holding her so tightly Pam found it difficult to breathe! She twisted helplessly, her feet kicking out. Her uncle pressed hard against her body.
"She's a real hellcat," Al observed, scratching his stubbly chin.
"She's my niece. She wouldn't be anything else. Bet she'll go nuts when I stick my cock into her. Shit, that's all I been able to think about ever since she's been waggin' that ass around here."
Fucking. They were going to fuck her, both of them! Again Pam struggled wildly, trying to break free of her uncle's grasp. Twice she tried to bite his fingers. But he was holding her so tightly that he was forcing her teeth to cut the insides of her lips.
"Come on, we'll get 'er down here by the fireplace."
Pam twisted helplessly, kicking out both legs, striking her ankles against several chairs and knocking them over with a loud clatter. Her hair splashed across her face as she felt Jeff dragging her across the large living room.
"Stupid bitch! Bite me!" Jeff cried out, throwing Pamela to the floor.
She struck her head against a wooden deck, stars exploding in front of her eyes. Lying in a crumpled heap before the burning fireplace, Pam struggled for consciousness.
"Uuuuhhh ... ooohhh!" she groaned.
But she was so weak! Her head throbbed, and her arms didn't have any strength. She pushed up. Shaking the hair from her eyes, she saw that her uncle had tugged off his pants. He was naked from the waist down. Shaking her head again, Pam cleared her vision and saw that long snaky thing sticking straight out from her uncle's groin. Cock! His prick was just like the pricks she'd seen in those filthy books Frieda had brought in from somewhere. Only this was the real thing.
Pam reared back, twisting her head to one side, shivering with revulsion. His cock was so ... so long, so very thick! Surely he couldn't be thinking about sticking that thing in her!
"Like it, baby? Most women go nuts around here when they see my cock. You gonna go cock-happy on me?" Jeff asked, reaching down with one hand and cupping his balls gingerly.
"Ohhhh, I hate you!" she screamed.
"Stuff up her mouth, Al!"
The young rancher grinned, sitting down and pulling off his muddied boots. Pamela watched, holding her breath, not daring to move. Unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off his shoulders, the lanky rancher stood up, unsnapped his Levi's and yanked them off. A sour, sweaty smell shot into her nostrils, making Pam shrink away from Al. He was disgusting, horribly loathsome.
Al smiled. "Come on, pretty miss. Come on, we're gonna have us a time, right?"
She watched as Al shoved his thumbs under the elastic band of his jockey shorts, shoving them down past his knees and ankles.
"I'm gonna stick this thing into your pretty cunt ... maybe right after he does," Al said, nodding toward Jeff. "You don't cooperate, and maybe I'll piss inside you."
His words made her sick. She watched as he yanked off his dirty shorts, wadding them up in a ball and coming at her.
"Open up!" Al held the back of the head, squeezing her neck. It hurt, hurt really bad.
Pam opened her mouth, letting out a low moan of pain.
"Stuff it good, man!" Jeff said.
Al shoved the dirty shorts all the way past her front teeth until only the elastic band was visible. Then, pulling off his white socks, he knotted them at one end, slipping them around Pam's head and fastening them. She was gagged.
"Man, could I piss on her now," Al, said, scratching his balls. "My bladder's almost as full as my balls."
"You just wait on my little niece, hear? She's mine first, remember?" Jeff slurred drunkenly.
Jeff reached down, twisting his fingers in her hair. Pam screamed through the gag while her legs kicked out. Agony shot through her brain as her uncle pulled hard on her long, dark brown hair. A hot, musky smell came from his groin. She choked and gagged, wanting to spit out those awful tasting shorts.
Oh God, she thought. Please don't let it happen! Never, never had Pamela thought she would lose her cherry this way.
Again she cried out through the spit-soaked gag. The smell and taste of Al's jockeys were awful! She wanted to vomit, but somehow managed to keep the bile down. After a while Pam managed to stop her shivering. She calmed down, her whimpers dying off.
"That's better," Uncle Jeff said, bending down and crawling up next to her. He draped one arm over her shoulder, drawing her closer to him. She could smell the awful odor of his alcoholic breath, and she drew away.
"Man, I don't think she digs her own uncle," Al said, grinning from ear to ear. He wanted to get first crack at what he suspected to be was a cherry pussy.
"Yeah?" Jeff pinched Pam cruelly. He slobbered into her ear. His wet mouth made her sick!
Again Pam thought of vomiting. But something like that would anger her uncle and his friend. The thing she had to do was survive, get through this horrible scene at any cost. Then when they were asleep, she would escape.
"Just for being a real nice girl I'm gonna give you a nice gift. It's gonna be something real nice and real hard. You'll learn to dig what I give you. And when you're outta here you're gonna wish you had ol' Uncle Jeff with you."
Jeff's breath reeked of booze! She could feel a damp stickiness forming between her side and his belly as he pressed himself against her body. His sweat seemed to seep into her blouse.
Jeff smiled. "Aw, come on, Pam. It's gonna be real good. Maybe you'll wanna have more ... lots more. Sure hope so. Bet that little body could put up with a fuckin' regiment of studs all damned night."
He rolled Pam over now, hiking up her skirt around her ass.
"Man, no panties! Knew it the way she was bouncin' out there," Jeff said, his eyes glazed over with lust.
He caressed her smooth white asscheeks, his fingers leaving pink marks on the flesh. Pam shivered, hating his touch. And this was her uncle, her own uncle doing this!
His hand moved around and around. Then suddenly she felt him squeeze her asscheek. He pinched her again and again, laughing at her squeals and her jerky moves.
"Nice, nice, real active. She's just like the whole family-real active. Bet she's gonna get that fuckin' caboose really movin' once I get my cock into her."
Pamela felt her tits pillowing out between her body and the floor. Her nipples were crushed against the wood as his hand started an exploratory movement over her small waist. It ran over one side of her body, feeling flesh through her blouse and skirt. When his hand moved under her skirt and tried moving between her thighs, Pamela moaned, clamping her legs together, pressing her knees hard against one another in an instinctive move to protect her cherry. She couldn't let her uncle do this to her-not without a fight.
"Come on, baby, give in. It's just gonna be that much worse for you," Uncle Jeff encouraged.
The stench of his breath became overpowering as he twisted more of her hair. Still the pressure against her thighs increased as he tried to widen them. Pam groaned, clenching her teeth hard into the spit-soaked gag, trying to keep her legs together. But her straining legs gave way to her uncle's superior strength. Gradually her legs were opened under the force of the big man's pressure.
Grunting with satisfaction, Jeff rolled on top of his niece, shoving his legs between hers to keep them forced wide apart.
"Gonna fuck her right now?" Al asked, his fingers fluttering around his stubby cock.
"Gotta wait, man," Jeff grunted, catching his breath.
"Why, man? She's ready."
Tears of shame and degradation rolled from Pam's eyes, dampening her cheeks. Her uncle was straining to wedge his cock into her virgin pussy. Again the horror of being fucked by her own uncle rushed through her mind. Fucked, fucked! And in this awful, brutal way by one of her own flesh and blood!
Pam squirmed and writhed, trying to pull away from her uncle. But Jeff held tightly onto her hair, tugging when she seemed to be going out of control. In the end Pam found her movements were futile. Her uncle had her where he wanted her.
Pan felt something very hot and very hard pushing into the junction between her thighs. All that separated his prick from her cunt was a few inches. She could feel his cock moving, jerking around when it touched her flesh. So that's what a man's cock felt like! She stopped her squirming for a moment, concentrating on that sensation. There was something exciting about it even here, even now under these awful circumstances. She felt her uncle's body shudder as it came to rest more heavily on hers.
"Get the skirt and blouse off her," Jeff panted. "I don't wanna climb off now I got her down."
Al willingly obliged, grabbing the bottom of her blouse and pulling hard. He tore it open, popping off several buttons. Then he put his fingers in her bra where the two cups were joined and tore the material away. Her full, high-riding tits tumbled out as the halter fell away.
"Jesus, man! She's got tits on her like a woman!" the young rancher cried.
"Yeah, really developed," Jeff said, reaching around and feeling the soft, resilient flesh of her tits. Pam groaned.
Next Al grabbed her skirt, unzipping it, tugging it down until it came off around her knees and ankles. She was naked now, completely stripped, lying face down on the floor with her uncle on top of her. And his cock-that awful hot hard thing throbbing between her legs would fuck her soon!
"Shit, look at that cunt!" Al exclaimed. "It's a shame somethin' that pretty ain't been touched-I don't think it has, has it?"
"Naw, doubt it," Jeff said, panting heavily at the thought of fucking his niece. "Her mom's a real prude, keeps close watch on her. Bet she's fuckin' virgin, ain't never had that cherry popped. Right, baby?"
Pam nodded, her throat tightening while her chest felt as if it were being crushed. Her knees banged painfully against the hardwood floor while the fire crackled menacingly in the fireplace in front of her. Pam felt disgusted, knowing these vile people were about to fuck her, sink their cocks into her cunt, and there was little she could do about it. Her inability to fight back increased her sense of shame and degradation.
She writhed when she felt her uncle's hands rubbing over her thighs. He was playing games with her, teasing her by pinching her flesh, then smoothing his fingers over the injured skin and rubbing them down, down into her cunt.
There was something awful and yet deliciously wonderful about the touch of his rough hands over her cuntlips. She stopped her frantic moving, relaxing her body, concentrating on the sensation of Uncle's hands on her pussy. It was wrong, wrong! But somehow her body wasn't paying attention to what she was thinking. Pamela could feel her cunt starting to ache, starting to throb just as it did when she thought of Ken in the darkness of her bedroom!
CHAPTER THREE
Pam screamed, trying to twist free of her uncle's firm grasp once more. A shock of guilt rushed through her mind. Fucked! By her uncle! She couldn't let something awful like that happen. Incest! The thought made her mind blanch. She had to get away from him and that horrible friend of his.
But both men were close to her, holding her tight, pinning her to the floor. Al was down next to her now, grabbing her hair. While her uncle was sliding his cock up and down her fuzz-covered cuntal slit, Al lifted her head to his lap, shoving her nose flat against his hairy groin.
"Uuuuhhhhh!" Pam felt the socks sliding up, up over her ears. The gag was slowly coming loose. She was able to groan, express her horror and revulsion at what was happening. Something hot ... something hard and hot was rubbing against her chin. The smell coming from Al's crotch made her gag against the jockey shorts jammed into her mouth.
And then an awful thought came into her mind. Pam remembered stories about how some guys liked having their cocks sucked. She remembered sitting in the cafeteria while Freida and some other friends took bananas, peeled them, and practiced sucking them, careful not to leave any teeth marks on the soft fruit. How some of the boys stared at them, their lips curled in knowing smiles as the girls bobbed their heads up and down. It looked silly! Pam remembered having fumed shades of red as she sat there, trying to ignore the soft sucking sounds Frieda and the others made.
"Now, baby, take it!" Al groaned.
Pam tried raising her head from his crotch. But Al clamped his hand against the back of her head and shoved her face harder against his groin. His wiry cockhairs tickled her nostrils, making her want to sneeze. And all the time there was his smelly prick rubbing back and forth against her cheeks, against her chin, edging up toward her mouth. He wanted her to suck his cock! She knew that and trembled. The thought of having a man's prick in her mouth sickened her-especially the thought of having Al's prick sawing in and out of her mouth.
Al reached around and started pawing her tits. He was squeezing them with the same roughness that her uncle used on her ass.
"I'm gonna fuck her now, man. Can't wait. Gonna pop right off on her ass if I wait around," Uncle Jeff said, spreading her ass open and staring wide-eyed at her pussy.
"Uuuuuuuhhhh!" Pamela shivered, her shoulders shuddering while her flesh puckered up into goosepimples.
She felt her uncle reaching between her thighs, rubbing his fingers over her plump cuntlips. He was edging them in now, curling them around the outer labes and pushing them in until she could feel his jagged fingernails pressing against her inner cuntlips. She cried out through the gag once more, her knees jerking forward.
"She's a live one, Jeff. Man, she's gonna feel real good around my prick."
"Know whatcha mean, Al. My fuckin' niece's gonna take care of both of us."
"No, no, no!"
Al had just ripped the gag from her mouth, twisting her head around so he could shove his cock into her throat. Again Pam jerked back, screaming.
"Come on, baby, open up! Open up that fuckin' mouth and suck me off!"
Each time Pam opened her mouth to scream, she felt the length of Al's cock pressing against her lips. She spat violently, getting rid of his filthy cock for a few seconds.
Her uncle's finger was sliding in, deeper and deeper until she could feel the tip pressing against her cherry.
"Yeah, man, she's still got it ... got that fuckin' cherry. I knew it," Jeff said triumphantly, backing down and gripping his niece by the shoulders.
Pam groaned as she felt herself being rolled over onto her ass. Blinking away more tears, she saw her uncle towering over her, his fat cock nearly bursting with tension. Her gaze dropped down to the head of his prick. It was almost purple now, throbbing hard. Hot cockmeat!
"Pop your cherry first. Gotta pop your cherry," Uncle Jeff muttered, climbing back onto his niece.
Pam felt his hands grip her wrists and pull her arms high over her head. At the same time he crawled up farther between her legs, spreading them wide apart with his knees while hunkering down and pressing his prick against her pussy. Pamela felt as if he were splitting her in two!
"Now, baby, get ready for your first big fuck," Jeff groaned.
"No, oh no!"
"Gonna shove my cock in your cunt ... shovin' my prick right up your pussy. Gonna make you feel good, baby, real good!"
"No, oh no, no, no!"
Uncle Jeff shoved forward. Pam jerked her head back. Strange gagging sounds came from her as her uncle worked his cockhead inside. Pamela felt the head sliding in, actually slipping inside her pussy. Her bloated pussylips closed over his prick, trapping it. The rest of his long shaft was outside, waiting to be shoved into the velvety hole just now starting to juice.
"Fucking, baby, that's what we're doing, good old-fashioned fucking."
"Oh, take it out, take it out!" Pamela stammered, tears oozing from under her eyelids.
It was so weird having a cock inside her cunt! It was so warm, and the way it throbbed against her cuntal walls ... it was strange!
Al moved his knees up against her head, trying to slide his prick into her mouth. Pam kept moving around, keeping her mouth closed as often as she could, making sure he wasn't going to slip his cock between her lips.
"Feel good, Pam? Feel real good? It's gonna feel better," Jeff gasped.
A hot itchiness was starting to take over her cunt, starting to make her pussy all runny and hot with juice. It was all new and kind of wonderful. But she couldn't admit it, couldn't tell her uncle she was starting to have the good time he'd predicted for her. It was something too vile, too shameful for her to admit.
"Uuuuhhh!" she groaned.
Jeff twisted his body around so he could feel his cock working. The fat head of his cock reamed out her tight pink hole, pushing farther and deeper into Pamela's twisting body. Bit by bit, inch by inch, his eight-inch prick was disappearing into her fuck slot.
"Ohhh stop, stop!" Pam wailed.
He was splitting her wide open with his prick! Pam arched her back, wallowing her shoulderblades against the hard floor as her uncle's cock slipped yet another inch in her cunt. As she cried out for him to stop, Jeff gave her more of his meat, moving his hips from side to side, stretching her pussy while keeping her shoulders pinned to the floor.
"Fucking, baby, fucking,' Jeff whispered, dropping his head and flicking his tongue into her ear.
"No, no," Pam whispered, feeling hot rushes shoot up and down her spine. And above her was that awful smell of Al's groin.
"Okay, baby, there's your cherry."
Pam gasped, her eyes opening wide. She had felt the pressure building in her cunt as more and more of his cock disappeared. Now the head of his cock was pressing hard against her cherry, making the thin membrane stretch. Pam jerked up both hands and pressed them against her uncle's chest. She had a panicked look on her face as she shoved back.
"No, no, don't ... don't to that ... don't fuck me please!" she begged wildly.
Jeff shook his head. Setting his jaw firmly. he shoved down hard, holding her more firmly.
"Nooooo!" Pam screamed.
"Hold still, you fuckin' dumb slut! Or it's really gonna hurt."
Al grabbed her by the hair and tugged hard, emphasizing the warming.
"Noooo!" Pam wailed.
Pam tossed and twisted in her uncle's grasp. She was trying to break away from the cock ripping into her cherry.
Tensing his thigh muscles, Jeff hunched, his cockhead tearing through her membrane and rocketing into her pussy. At first Pam felt only the tearing sensation followed quickly by the feeling of being completely stuffed with her uncle's prick. Then came the pain-a ripping, sharp pain that sent needles of agony rushing through all parts of her body. Jerking her head from side to side, she let out a howl, her fists beating frantically against Jeff's sides.
"Shaddup, you dumb bitch. You ain't the only one's got her cherry ripped up by me," Jeff growled, reaching up and slapping the back of his hand hard against her chin.
The blow temporarily stunned Pam. She lay quietly, feeling only the full sensation of Jeff's cock stuffed into her cunt up to the hilt. His fat balls were resting against her cuntlips. Panting, puffing, Jeff lay on top of her, his hands working greedily over her tits.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh...." Pam groaned.
Uncle Jeff was drawing his cock out now. It was such a weird, forbidden feeling having her cuntal walls collapsing behind his retreating cockhead. When his cockhead was nearly out from between her clutching cuntlips, Pamela gasped.
"Let's clean 'er up. Then we'll get back to fuckin'," Jeff said, scrambling to his feet and searching around for a clean rag. He found one, dabbed the faint traces of blood from his prick and her cunt, then tossed the towel into the fireplace. "Okay, baby, now for some action."
Pam was too stunned to fight back now. He was on top of her, rubbing his prick back and forth over her furry slit. To her horror, Pam felt juice bubbling out now, wetting down the feather-soft cunthairs curling over her pussy. Uncle Jeff smiled knowingly, gathering her up in his arms and angling his body so he could fuck her easier.
Jeff groaned. "She's hot, man, really hot. I can feel her all wet down there. Didn't take 'er long, did it?"
"Yeah, yeah, suck my cock, baby, suck it good," Al groaned.
Pam tilted her head back, still keeping her mouth shut as Al's fat prickhead brushed over her, lips. She would never do that, never take his cock in her mouth willingly!
"Take it easy on the kid. Let her get used to fuckin' first. Then you can fuck her mouth," Jeff suggested, rubbing his cock against her juicy crack. In a moment his cock was slippery with juice and it jabbed at Pam's fat cuntlips.
Pam shivered again, feeling her swollen pussylips forced apart by his bulbous cock. She sucked in a ragged breath as she felt his hunk of greasy cockmeat push into her pussy. It was ... heavenly. In spite of what was happening to her, in spite of the horror of the rape, Pam was enjoying this to the fullest. She loved the way her cunt tingled. Her Uncle Jeff was stretching it with his wide flanged cockshaft.
"Oh no, no, you're killing me," she moaned, rolling her head from side to side.
"Get it in her, man," Al whispered. "Shove it all the way in. Shove that meat in her hole. Fuck her good!"
"Yeahhh, man, she's good and hot and tight," Jeff replied.
"Uhhhhhhh...." Pam's cry of pleasure sounded loud in the quiet room. It sent shivery chills over the men's bodies and made their cocks throb.
"Man, she's moving her body around like some fuckin' whore'. Yeah, that's it baby, move it around, beg for my dick with your fuckin' cunt. You want it bad, don'tcha? You can't get enough of this meat up your snatch, right?"
Pam couldn't answer him. She was off in her own world-a world of exploding lights and roaring sounds. Nothing she had ever read or seen could have prepared her for this ordeal! Her body was responding violently. She was completely in the power of her uncle and his hideous friend-and she loved it!
As Jeff came to the end of one downstroke, he moved his hips from side to side. He was grinding his hairy groin against her nerve-rich clit. Her response was wild! Pam thought she was going to faint from pleasure! She clawed her uncle's back, drawing him tighter against her body while wiggling desperately under him.
"Fucking, baby, fucking," Uncle Jeff whispered in her ear once more.
"Fucking," she whispered, not ashamed any longer of what was happening.
"Come on, man, gimme a break. I wanna get into some of the action!" Al complained.
Jeff grunted, still pounding his cock into her hole. Al moved around, guessing he wouldn't get his cock into the girl's mouth quite yet. She was too determined to keep her lips clamped shut. Instead he slid between her legs, sliding up to her cock-filled cunt. The closer he got, the louder the rich gurgling sound of fucking became. The sweet smell of her cunt blended with the hot male smell of Jeff's prick and sweaty ass. Al reached up and shoved her legs farther apart.
"Oooohhh!" Pam felt his fingers and thought she was going to come apart right then and there. It was then that she realized Al was down there between her legs. Two men fucking her! The thought raced through her mind like burning lava! Two men, and she could feel them touching her, fucking her. There were those fingers stroking their way up, up.
As her cunt stretched open wider, Jeff gave her a hard shove, burying his cock up to the hilt.
"Shit, what you doing?" Jeff gasped, closing his eyes and fighting to keep the cum packed down in his nuts for now.
"Wanna get a taste of that cunt, man, wanna get my tongue into it."
"Uuuhhh!" Pamela let out a desperate cry as she felt her stretched cuntlips being teased now by a wet, flicking tongue. She could feel a mouth, a man's mouth touching her, dampening her pussy with spit. She felt Al's flicking tongue lick over her pussy and she went crazy, tossing from side to side against her uncle's body.
"Ohhh no, stop it!-Can't take it, can't ... can't take it!" she panted.
"Fuck her," Al hissed as he flicked his tongue over the wet surface of her tight red cunt.
Jeff grunted, pulling his ass up. He drew his throbbing cock up, up out of her hole. Juice flowed out with it, dribbling down her thighs and into her sweaty asscrack. Pamela felt abandoned, lost, as Jeff's fat cock pulled from her hole.
But then Al took over, slipping his tongue in and licking around the stretched, throbbing edges of her pussy. His tongue teased along the tensed flesh then darted in.
Uncle Jeff held his prick, then he groaned, shoving it back into the girl's pussy. "Man, can't take it much longer. Get the fuck away before I blow my load."
It was coming to a head. He was going to do it, going to dump his load in her pussy. Shaking her head from side to side, Pamela tried to ready herself.
CHAPTER FOUR
Chilly flashes of heat raced through Pam's cunt. Going to cum! He was going to cum, shoot his load into her cunt. Soon Pam could feel that white-hot stuff the others had talked about. Pam quickly felt her cunt clutching, tightening around Jeff's hammering prick.
"Hey, if you really want to make it wild, you slide out-go all the way out and let me eat her pussy in between," Al suggested.
Uncle Jeff braced his body on his knees and elbows, surging up on his next upstroke and pulling his cock all the way out. Pamela cried desperately, clawing at her uncle. She wanted it in! She wanted to feel that thing trenching out her hole, stretching her cuntal walls apart!
Pam groaned, holding tightly to her uncle and wishing he'd drive his cock back into her soon!
"Man, hurry up. This slut's goin' nuts under me. She can't get enough dickmeat!" Jeff gasped.
Al moved under the eight-inch hunk of throbbing meat.
"Noooo!" Pam cried. "Hmmmmmm! Huhhhrrrrr!"
She grunted frantically as she felt the stretched tissues of her cunt being tongued and licked by Al. It was wild, incredibly wild. She thought she was going to pass out from the teasing, exciting touch of his mouth. At times she tried snapping her legs shut, But Al was ready for that move, keeping his hands pressed against her thighs. He was holding her thighs open for his licking attack.
As she struggled, Pam felt her clit being teased by Al's rough licking tongue. She wanted to get fucked and licked at the same time. It had to be one of the best feelings in the whole world. No one had told her about having two men fucking a woman at the same time. Even in her most secret fantasies, she hadn't seriously considered this happening. And then suddenly, there it was, Al's wonderful mouth, his marvelous tongue doing all those things to her!
"Yes, yes, yes!" she breathed, feeling Al's head shove down between her legs.
Al was rimming her cunt mouth again with the tip of his tongue.
"Unnnnnnhhh!" she groaned.
"Shove it to her, man," Al said as he pulled out his head, leaving her cunt wide open and hot.
Jeff grunted, fitting his cockhead into the throbbing crack of her cunt. He shoved down, his eight hard inches fucking into her hole once more. As her slippery cunt tissues curled around his prick, he felt Pam's fingernails lash against his back.
"Shit, baby, you're so fuckin' hot you're comin' apart."
Pam didn't care what Jeff called her any more. The names rolled off her back. The only thing she knew was that her cunt was boiling hot, that it needed a good hard hunk of prickmeat to keep her happy.
"Drivin' her outta her fuckin' mind," Jeff laughed, slipping his fingers under her ass and fanning them out. He pressed down hard into her resilient ass flesh, spreading her cheeks far apart while moving his fingers down, down toward her asshole.
"No, don't . .
"Shaddup and fuck!"
The two pounded one another with an increasingly wild tempo.
A few minutes later Al asked Jeff to pull out once more. He wanted another taste of Pam's young, hot, tender cunt.
"Noooo!" she gasped.
Jeff stopped his pounding rhythm once more, pulling his cock out against his niece's protests. Al was back to her snatch a second time, his tongue lashing up, running around the throbbing edge of her pussy. Then it probed deep, straining into her cunt.
Pamela thought she was going to die! Her mouth was as dry as cotton. She had nearly fallen apart when Jeff pulled out his prick a second time. As his greasy meat eased out, she felt her pussy draw together, the elastic tissues of her cunt squeezing shut.
And Al's tongue! Al loved doing this to her. Pam had never thought about how much a guy would like putting his mouth on a woman's cunt. But the more she thought about it now, and the more she felt it, the more she realized how exciting it had to be for him!
"Oh fuck, man, gonna shoot soon. Can't....can't hold back!" Jeff gasped.
Her uncle was going wild. The sound of his voice, the urgency in his words, made Pam fly out of control. She started thrashing around, moaning, spittle frothing out from the corners of her mouth.
"She's gonna go, man. Get outta the way and let me get my cock back into her!"
Pam was becoming more and more carried away, her knees jerking up, flopping back while her legs banged heavily against her uncle's.
"Move your fuckin' head, Al! Damn it, I wanna get my prick back in there. It's time to lo some nut-bustin'! My balls ache so much I gotta cum soon!"
Al wasn't listening. Instead he roughly pulled Pam's thighs apart and shoved his mouth onto her cunt, sucking as hard as he could. She tightened her asscheeks, inching up, rubbing her cunt against that wonderful, sucking mouth.
"Move it, man, move it. I gotta take care of so this bitch. She's goin' outta her mind!"
Pam was going crazy under him. She could feel her uncle's hands gripping her head, feel Al's head wedged between her legs. And then in a moment Al was gone. There was that prick, that wonderful cunt-stretching cock back in her hole plowing in and out.
This was going to be it! She could tell from her uncle's wild moves that he was about to cut loose. The thought of having a man shooting cum inside her pussy rushed through her mind and hurried along her mind-blowing climax All her nerve-endings were starting to twitch, stand on end, as she got ready to cut loose.
"Aaggghgghhhh!" she screamed.
The sound of her cunt being fucked, being pistoned open, sent her into spasms. She sucked in a deep breath, held it, then let it out with a shuddering sigh only to inhale sharply again. She shoved her hips up harder, driving her furry, dripping cunt against his prick.
She wanted to cum, to cum badly. She thought of her uncle, of Al still down there somewhere between her flailing legs, of Ken whom she had always wanted to go to bed with. They all merged in an exciting, erotic scene as her uncle's prick flew into her cunt faster and faster.
"Noooooo!" Pam wailed.
And then Al was back again, pulling, teasing, sucking her cuntlips as she trembled on the brink of orgasm. His tonguing and sucking was bringing her body to the peak. Her hips and ass hung in mid-air as she tried to throw herself over the brink into the explosion of climax. Pam was trembling on the brink, begging for it, needing it, unable to do a thing except beg for more cock.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed, tossing around the floor and hunching and scratching.
She didn't care about the humiliation, about the horrible way her uncle had thrown her down on the floor, ripped off her clothes, and degraded her in front of another foul man. Nothing mattered, noting except the boiling heat between her legs.
"Come on, baby, really work it out. Come on, work it out!" Uncle Jeff urged.
Pam felt his hands bruising her, but she didn't care. She thrust against his hunching body and hung there as he shoved his cock in and out of her slippery cunt. She pleaded and begged him again and again as she felt her cunt walls exploding under the rapid fucking. Panting, growling, acting more like an animal, she locked herself tightly to her uncle. On the next upstroke he was lifting her up from the floor as she screamed and cried and yowled for more friction.
"Now!" Jeff gasped.
Pam thought she was having a heart attack. Her chest tightened mightily while her pussy walls clamped down on those eight throbbing, shooting inches. He was shooting his load into her. She could feel it, feel the wads spattering against her pussy walls.
Her eyes rounded, her mouth was half opened, and Pam let out a series of shrieks as the power of her climax nearly knocked her out. Again and again she felt her pussy clenching down on that hunk of jerking cockmeat, holding it tightly in place, greedily sucking and milking at it as more and more jizz shot out from the piss-slit. With another cry Pam felt herself sinking into oblivion. The power of her orgasm had simply been too much for her. Pam sank into unconsciousness.
Jeff growled, hunching his body, then collapsing heavily on top of the hard-breathing girl.
"God, ohhhhh God!" Al groaned, jerking his fingers up and down on his prick, then clamping them hard around his stubby cock as wads of white-hot spunk shot from the hole, spattering against Pam's thighs.
For several moments Pam drifted in a comforting darkness. When she awoke, her eyelids fluttered slightly. But Pam felt she should keep her eyes closed. Her breathing was slow, controlled. She lay there like a rag doll, sandwiched between the two men.
"This broad's better than most, man," Al said, wiping his fingers against Pam's thighs. "I didn't even get a chance to fuck her, but she gotta be dynamite!"
"Yeah, real nice stuff. Might even be able to use her in a couple of the mags around the country. Some of the girls we been usin' are gettin' tired-looking, know what I mean? They're showin' mileage. And my niece ... man, she's cherry, real cherry."
What were they talking about? Magazines, pictures? It must have something to do with what her uncle did for a living. Then she felt him stroking her tits, his fingers concentrating on her nipples. She sighed, her tits starting to tilt up as Uncle Jeff stroked her high-riding tits.
"Hey, baby, you awake? We got some stuff we wanna try you out on."
"Hmmmmm?" She was exhausted and unsure of herself. "Sleep," she murmured, stretching her arms over her head and yawning.
"Time for that later," Uncle Jeff said, straightening his body.
Pam trembled, shrugging her shoulders. It had been good, very, very good. But now what else did these men have planned for her? Her uncle had said something about trying out some stuff on her. What did he mean by that?
"Ohhh!"
Pam felt his prickhead pulling from her hole, the flanged head tugging at her cuntlips for a moment, then breaking free with a squishy pop. Cum and juice trickled from her cunthole, oozing into her asscrack.
"Come on, baby." Uncle Jeff was staggering next to her, stretching down one hand toward the girl.
"I ... please, Uncle Jefff. Don't make me do more," she whimpered.
"You gotta be kiddin' me, baby. After what you went through? Shit, man, you gotta be hot for more. Cunts like you can't get enough. Now, you're gonna keep me and Al happy, understand?"
Pamela bit down on her lower lip, nodding in agreement. Whatever she had to do to stay alive, she would. Surely her own uncle wouldn't hurt her-not in the sense of killing her or something wild like that.
Swallowing down her fear, Pam took her uncle's hand and raised herself off the floor. Pushing back her hair, she followed him into the kitchen, her naked asscheeks jiggling with each step she took.
It was cold, so very cold. She rubbed her arms trying to warm herself. No one was offering her any clothing as they reached the doorway to the cellar. Al was behind her. She could hear his wheezing breaths. He probably would have been pinching her ass if he hadn't slaked his passion earlier. In a while Pam had no doubt that both men would be crawling all over her body once more.
"Down here," Jeff instructed.
She followed her uncle, running her hand over a splintery wooden handrail. She had never been down in the basement, having no reason to go exploring. As she descended into the blackness, there was the usual musty smell of a cellar. But then she noticed something else-something like the odor of chemicals in the air.
"Stay there," Jeff ordered.
There was some fumbling around, swearing, then a light was switched on.
Peering through the semi-darkness, Pam stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring at what appeared to be photo equipment. There were two tripods to one side, several silver reflectors off to the right, two black boxes in which she guessed were cameras and lenses.
"Down here," Jeff said, motioning with one arm.
Al shoved her between the shoulders, nearly pitching her forward down the stairs.
Pam caught her balance, her ankles striking the banister hard and making her cry out.
"Hey, don't get too rough, man," Jeff snarled. "I know you're pissed you didn't get a crack at her cunt. But you'll have your turn. Don't want any marks on her ... yet."
Pam shivered. Perhaps her uncle didn't give a damn about her safety. That possibility made her tremble.
"Come on over here."
Uncle Jeff approached her and for the first time she saw the coiled rope he was carrying. It was brown, multistranded and was at least an inch in diameter.
"Put your hands out."
"Yeah, put your hands out," Al echoed, chuckling at what was happening.
Pam glanced woefully back at Al then reluctantly did as she was told. She grimaced at the touch of the rough hemp against her flesh.
Uncle Jeff tied a double figure-eight, cinching the line tightly against her wrists. With the free end, he threw the rope over an overhead support beam and grabbed it.
"Oh no, not this ... not ... not something like this!" she wailed.
Uncle Jeff smiled grimly, tugging at the free end of the line. Gradually Pam's arms rose high above her head. Dust and wood chips fell like rain from the overhead beam, settling on her shoulders and arms. And still Uncle Jeff pulled the rope.
"Oh!" Pam gasped.
The knot tightened around her wrist as Jeff started pulling her body off the floor.
"Lemme do that, come on, let me!" Al insisted, grabbing the rope.
"Okay, man, that'll give me time to get ready," Jeff replied.
Pam grunted, closing her eyes as she felt her toes leaving the floor. The strain in her arms and shoulders was tremendous. Her body twisted slowly, the tendons in her arms pushing out against her sweat-streaked flesh.
"Oh yeah, yeah," Al sighed, reaching out and pushing her body, laughing as she swung back and forth. The added movement made the pain around her wrists more unbearable!
"Uhhhhhhh!" she groaned.
Then she saw Jeff coming forward with something long and thick-something that resembled a cock. It was a cock, but not like her uncle's or Al's.
"Ever see a dildo?"
Dildo? Someone had told her about those things, instruments that women used whenever they wanted sex and there just wasn't a man around.
"No, and I don't want to," Pam said, turning her head away.
Jeff walked up to her, reaching up and gripping her jaw. He squeezed hard, making his niece yelp.
"I don't give a fuck what you wanna see or not! You're gonna watch everything that happens to you, understand? Now you pay attention, bitch, or I swear you won't walk for a week."
Trembling, Pam nodded, watching as her uncle prepared to use that awful thing.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Picked this thing up in 'Frisco couple of months ago," Uncle Jeff said, holding the dildo in front of his niece's face.
Pam's eyes widened as she examined the dildo hanging in front of her. It was at least twelve inches long and two inches thick! The pink latex glistened under the overhead light. Women put that thing in their cunts?
Pam closed her eyes, feeling a shiver of fear rush up and down her body. She tensed her arm muscles, drawing her knees together. Her uncle couldn't be meaning to push that dildo up her cunt! He'd kill her with something that big!
"But this is a special dildo, baby, not the usual kinds that fags and lesbos use," Jeff went on, wagging the fake cock in front of his terrified niece's face. "Watch when I squeeze this fuckin' thing."
Once again Pam pulled at the rope, trying to ease the pulling ache in her shoulders. Nothing worked. Sighing, she watched as her uncle began pumping the small bulb that hung from the base. It was making the dildo swell up in places.
"It's gonna make you feel all kinda goosebumpy inside," Jeff said, laughing as he watched the growing terror and revulsion register on Pam's face.
"No, don't, don't ... you're crazy!" she gasped, looking with disbelief at the two men standing below her.
"Sure, sure we are. And this little number can be filled with water, man. We're gonna pump you out, clean you out real good. You ain't never had a douche like the one you're gonna get from us."
"You'll flood the floor!" Pam gasped, shaking her head.
"No way, baby. See this thing at the end?"
He was pointing to a collar that fanned out from the base.
"It's gonna seal you up real nice. It's gonna be fun seein' how much you can take. Since you're family, bet you could take the whole fuckin' thing."
Pam watched in mute horror as her uncle filled the dildo with water from the sink tap. Capping off the base, he approached her, rubbing his fingers up and down her thighs.
Pam shivered. His touch made her cringe. He was tracing her pussy now, his callused fingertips barely touching her cuntlips. As awful as this was Pam couldn't help but feel some arousal at that light touch! She heard her Uncle Jeff chuckling and knew he saw her rising excitement.
"See, Al? Even though she knows she's gonna get hurt, she can't help gettin' hot. Man, I'm glad you came out here for a vacation, baby. You and me and Al and some of the others are gonna have lots of fun," Jeff whispered.
He curled his fingers and snagged several curly hairs of her cunt. Before she could think about it, her uncle had snatched a handful of her pussy hairs, ripping them from her cunt with one painful yank.
"Aaaahahhlyyeee!" she screamed.
The pain was horrible. She kicked her legs out to either side of her body, jerking her shoulders from side to side while her head snapped back. Pam kept shouting, feeling her long chestnut hair sweeping over the tops of her asscheeks. Tears sprang from her eyes, rolling down her flushed cheeks as the pain throbbed between her legs.
"Ohhhh...." She sagged once more in her bonds, feeling the rope burning into her wrist.
Uncle Jeff was standing there, rubbing the torn hairs against his cheeks and watching his niece hanging there, trembling with fear.
"It's time," he said.
Holding the dildo by the base, Uncle Jeff touched the cold plastic tip against his niece's cunt.
That touch, that awful feeling made Pam straighten her back, throw back her head and let out a groan through her clenched teeth. He couldn't shove that awful thing in her pussy! Pam jerked, trying to cross one leg over the other, to keep that awful water-filled cock away from her cunt.
But there was little that she could do. The ropes held her in place. As she jerked back, the overhead rope swung her forward, forcing her cunt onto the cold plastic prong. Crying out again, twisting from side to side, Pam felt that awful cock pressing harder and harder against her cuntlips. Slowly, slowly it was easing into her fur-edged hole, spreading her outer cuntlips apart until they stretched painfully.
"OOoooohhhh...." Instinctively Pam spread her knees apart, drawing them up toward her belly, almost squatting in mid-air to make room for that awful dildo. Pam began taking in short, sharp, rapid breaths, hyperventilating as the head of the dildo began worming its way into her tight little fuckhole.
She had just been fucked! Only an hour ago a man's broad-headed cock had slipped into her cunt. And now that same awful man was trying to fuck her with a dildo! Pam's head was spinning as she jerked and bounced on the ropes like a puppet. More dust and wood chips sprinkled down on her body, clinging to her dampened flesh as her uncle began twisting the dildo.
"Oh, stop! Stop!" she wailed.
A tight cramp developed in her belly, spreading to her thighs and legs. The pain was so awful it took her breath away.
"What's the matter, baby?" Jeff smiled. "Oh, hurt, hurt ... don't, oh, you're hurting me," she panted. "Okay, we'll stop."
Uncle Jeff kept the dildo just where it was, the tip of its fat head hardly buried inside her pussy. The two men stared at Pam's stretched cunthole. The flange of the dildo's head was barely visible through the hairs of her cunt. Pam kept twisting her head from side to side, groaning and sobbing as she felt her cuntal muscles stretching to accommodate that monstrous thing between her legs.
"Oooohhh, why are you doing this to me? Oh, Uncle Jeff, you're killing me, and I'm your own niece," Pam sobbed, blinking away the tears as she stared down at the two men.
"You'll come to like this, baby, dig it as much as I do," Uncle Jeff replied, his eyes blazing with delight as he started twisting the dildo again.
"Uuuuhhhh...." Pam jerked her body, her buttocks jiggling as her asscheeks tensed, relaxed, then tensed again. "Oh God!"
The fat head slipped into her hole, pushing her cuntal walls far apart. Pam's jaw sagged open, her eyes becoming dull and unfocused. She couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that something that big had slipped into her cunt without tearing anything. Her knees jerked up again, nearly touching her jiggling tits as the rope overhead groaned and stretched with her violent bouncing.
"See, man, I knew she'd take it," Jeff said, twisting the dildo around and pushing forward at the same time in a screwing action.
"No, no, no!" Pam protested.
In the dildo went, spreading her pussy walls apart until she screamed that she couldn't take any more. Her cunt was so full of that dildo, so spread out she could have sworn that thing was stabbing up into her chest. Pam could hardly breathe!
And still Uncle Jeff was cruelly shoving it in harder, laughing at her distress, watching with growing excitement as his niece begged and pleaded with him to take that awful thing out of her cunthole.
"No, no ... oohohhhh, please! You don't know what you're doing to me!" she gasped.
Uncle Jeff stopped when the dildo was halfway in. Backing away, he bumped into a camera set up on a tripod. His face lit up like a candle.
"We're gonna make ourselves some bucks with this one and have a ball at the same time, Al. Come on, help me."
Pam didn't see what was happening at first. She was jerking her hands against the ropes, sobbing and groaning, trying to concentrate on her cunt, trying to relax. Slowly, gradually she could feel the elastic tissues and muscles in her pussy giving way, expanding, making way for the dildo. Her breathing slowed, became more regular while the tears stopped flowing.
Shaking her head from side to side to clear her thoughts, she peered down once more through her curtaining hairs. It was what she'd guessed-cameras, several of them. But only one was mounted now, the lens aimed directly at her.
"Good, baby, good," Jeff grunted, standing there with his hands on his hips while Al helped set up the camera.
Pam looked at the camera, then her uncle. He was excited again. She could see his prick stretched out to its full thickness and length, the head growing purple, throbbing, as it had just before slicing into her cunt and tearing away her cherry. Even Al was excited, his prick wagging around as he bustled about the camera.
"Gonna take shots of her, Jeff?"
"Yeah, my own niece, in pictures. You oughtta be proud, baby," he said ironically, looking through the eyepiece and focusing the lens.
"Ohhhh...." Pam sighed.
She knew she must have been quite a sight. Pam hung there, her wrists bound together tightly by the rope with her arms stretched high over her head. Her legs hung down straight, the toes at least three inches from the concrete floor. And sticking out of her cunt like a big pink arrow was that dildo.
She tossed her head from side to side, feeling her shoulders ache. There was a click, and then another. The electric flash illuminated the area for a second.
Jeff moved around the camera and reached out, taking the bulb that hung from the dildo's base in one hand. Pam felt ice shoot along her spine as she stared into her uncle's eyes. There was no glimmer of love, of care or protection. It was as if she were staring into the eyes of a wolf.
Her flesh crawled as she felt him touching the dildo, moving it slowly back and forth in fucking movements, making sure the ribbed head scraped her clit. It was awful, awful. And yet she could feel a rising sexuality, a kind of itchy warmth beginning all over again.
"Now you're gonna find out what this is all about," he said as she hung there. Pam felt her heart sinking as her heart and pulse raced.
"What kind of person are you?" she gasped, watching with horrified eyes as her uncle grasped the latex bulb.
"Same kind you are."
"No, no, that isn't true. I'm not like you ... I'm not!" she screamed, shaking her head from side to side, driving those awful words from her mind.
He was lying, trying to confuse her. He wasn't telling the truth. There was nothing in her makeup that made her like her uncle. She was a good girl, a good girl who had just gotten into trouble. Once away from this place, she'd go back to her old life, to her old style of morality.
"Ohhh ... ugh!" Pam groaned.
Jeff shoved the dildo in farther. Pam let out grunts of pain, her legs kicking out again, her arms tensing. At one point she tried climbing up the rope, her fingers desperately grasping the hemp while her tits slapped wetly against her chest. She felt as if her pussy were being ripped apart as the dildo stretched her more and more. That thing had to be at least one and one-half times as big as her uncle's cock!
"Oh!" Pam gasped.
The dildo was all the way in now. It was incredible, but Pam's cunt had managed to swallow the whole thing in a matter of minutes.
Uncle Jeff stepped back, smiling at the helpless, hanging girl. "Take a shot now, Al."
There was another brilliant flash.
Pam didn't care about the camera now. She didn't care about the pictures, about what they would be used for. She felt her mind drifting around, felt her body throbbing with pain and arousal as that fat dildo remained in her cunt. She could feel the collar pressing up against her cuntlips, sealing her pussy while her uncle toyed with the bulb once more.
"Unnnnnhhh!"
"We'll start now." Jeff's eyes were glittering with delight as he began to squeeze the dangling bulb.
At first confusion registered in Pam's eyes. She could feel something spraying into her cunthole, something spreading apart her pussy walls even more. The water! He was filling her cunt with water!
"Ohhhhhh!" Pam screamed as the frigid water began seeping into her cunthole.
The icy liquid splashed all around inside her, washing her down, making her writhe in pain as her cunt stretched even more. She twisted around and around, begging them to stop, yelling that they were going to kill her. But the water kept spraying out, filling her pussy. Kicking out her legs again and again, pulling at the ropes until they threatened to part, Pam shouted the walls down. And still the water sprayed out, making her think that at any moment her cuntal walls would tear apart.
"Eeeeaaaayyaggghhh!" she wailed.
The icy water made her pussy walls contract. But the thickness of that dildo kept her walls from tightening. The result was unbelievable agony racing through her pussy and the rest of her body as her screams became higher, more strident.
Her body was shaking as if she were having an epileptic fit. Pam knew her body couldn't take much more. Her uncle was overloading the circuits, pushing her too far. A little bit of the water began to seep out from around the seal, trickling down her thighs. But Uncle Jeff kept pumping more and more in.
"Noooooo!" Pam was starting to see a black edge around her world. Soon, she would be blacking out. She would have the comfort of unconsciousness. Then they could do what they wanted with her.
And then the water stopped. It stopped! She straightened her body, shaking the hair from her eyes and staring down at the men.
"Think I've got something else for the little miss, something she's gonna dig." Jeff mumbled something to Al who turned around and rummaged through the bench drawer.
Smiling, Al took a strange device from the drawer and handed it to Jeff.
"Something else to make you feel real good, baby," her uncle said, holding up what appeared to be a small speculum device.
Jeff moved around her hanging body, stopping near her ass and reaching forward. She flinched at the touch of her uncle's fingers on her asscheeks. Then there was that cold metal scraping against the inner curves of her buttocks, inching down, down until the end touched her asshole.
"Oh!" Pam jerked forward.
But Al was in front of her, holding onto the dildo, twisting it around and keeping her in place.
"No, oh no, no!" Pam shouted.
Her uncle was working that thing in her asshole! She felt sweat breaking out on her forehead and under her arms as that metal thing began spreading her asscheeks apart. She gagged, closed her eyes and mouthed a prayer as the pressure in her shitter became greater with the spreading metal of that speculum.
"Now Al's gonna have some fun, I'd fuck you in the ass right now, but it'd probably tear you all up, 'specially with that thing in your cunt. Hey, over here, Al. You wanna get a piece of ass. Here's your chance."
Al chuckled softly, moving behind Pam. He looked at the device and smiled, reaching out and taking the screw in one hand and twisting it.
Pam let out another choked scream as she felt her asshole spread yet another inch. The ache down there matched the throbbing pain between her thighs up front. Fucked at both ends! That's what they were going to do to her! She shook her head, not believing this was happening to her.
"Shit, yeah," Al moaned, kicking over a box and shoving it with a loud scrape behind and beneath the hanging brunette. He climbed up and steadied himself, getting ready to fuck Pam in the ass.
CHAPTER SIX
It was a nightmare!
Time and time again, Pam had to shake her head and make herself realize that this was real! Her uncle was doing this obscene thing to her cunt while Al was sneaking up behind her and about to fuck her in the ass! Her cunt was stretched by that dildo while a metal clamp was holding her asshole wide apart, stretching her asshole to the tearing point.
Twisting, gasping, Pam cried out for mercy, knowing she would find none there.
Al was standing behind her. She felt his clammy hands slip around her waist, then move down to her hipbones. He was holding tightly onto her, pressing his knees up against the backs of her legs.
And she could feel it! She could feel Al's cock pressing against her asshole. He was talking about how tight she was, about how nice and warm she was. his voice was quavering, warbling, just as if he were some love-sick teenager about to fuck for the first time. And standing there below her, looking at her with a cynical smile, was her uncle! How she loathed him at this moment! If she had the strength and courage, Pam would have spit in his face!
Al was snuggling up behind her, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, pinching her until black and blue marks showed while rubbing his prick from side to side over her buttocks. She shivered, feeling her belly burning with revulsion. Loathsome animal. And he was going to fuck her there, fuck her in the ass! It was enough to make her faint!
"Please, please, Uncle Jeff, don't let him do this to me!"
But her pleas were futile. She felt Al's fingers gripping her harder, holding her body more firmly while he pressed his knees up against the backs of hers.
Pam gasped and sobbed. Al was turning the screws again, stretching her asshole a little more. The cold metal was warming quickly, sliding back and forth against the slick lining of her bowels. Another cramp passed through her belly, making her gasp with pain. Assfucked. She was about to have her asshole filled with that awful cockmeat! Again Pam let out a shuddering groan, twisting her body on the ropes as her uncle squeezed the bulb and sprayed a little more water in her pussy.
"Don't!" she shrieked.
Al was moaning into her ear while shoving his hairy groin against her butt. One hand was down there guiding his skinny cock into her stretched shitter. Pamela closed her eyes, fanning out her fingers and toes while trying to get herself ready for this new humiliation.
"Oooooohhh!" She could feel it, feel that terrible prickhead rubbing against her asshole. He was guiding his cock in, rubbing it back and forth against her shitter, then sticking it in!
Pam let her head drop, tears rolling from her eyes and staining her cheeks once more. He was fucking her, actually fucking her ass. The speculum had made entry easy for him. Now he reached down and pulled the speculum from her rectum.
Pam shivered at the withdrawal, her asshole lining shrinking until it came in contact with his embedded cock. The two of them stayed in one position for several moments. Pam felt Al's cock slowly begin to pump in and out, in and out, sawing back and forth while Jeff toyed with that awful dildo in her pussy.
Al squirmed, forcing her asscheeks farther apart. He was moving both hands up now, pinching her belly, teasing her navel, then sliding them up farther until she could feel those greedy little fingers touching her nipples. He was having all of her. He was having more of a woman than he could ever get on his own-all with the help of her sadistic uncle and a pair of ropes.
"No, no!" Pam snapped her head back.
Al was biting her shoulders, tonguing her ear, making all sorts of disgusting little grunting noises behind her while he pinched her nipples. She thought she would fall apart as he tortured her with his pinching. He rolled her rubbery nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pressing his sweaty palms against her tit flesh at the same time. There was something terribly disgusting in the way he hurt her, yet it was something that also excited her. Humiliation, revulsion and excitement. All of them were somehow connected at this moment, each one reinforcing the other as she swung helplessly on the ropes.
Al was going crazy behind her. He was pistoning his cock in and out, in and out, faster and faster, his knees nearly knocking the two of them off-balance. His shuddery breath blew against her shoulder while he kept telling her what a tight fuck she was.
"Oh yeah, yeah," he whispered, nearly falling off the overturned box a second time. He regained his balance, continuing to pinch her nipples until Pam yelped in pain. "You're good and hot, good and hot and tight. Shit, I ain't never fucked someone as good and tight like you."
He was working his hips from side to side now, his prickhead banging against her shitter walls with each move he made. Slowly, gradually, Pam had to admit to herself that something was happening deep in her body. In spite of his loathsomeness, in spite of the pain in her cunt, her clit. was getting hard, itchy, terribly aroused.
Uncle Jeff backed away as Al reached around her hip and began pumping that awful dildo in and out of her stretched cunt. The two cocks banging in and out of her body, the stretched sensation in her pussy and asshole, were driving her crazy. Letting her head sag back, Pam moaned.
"Fuck her, man, fuck her 'til she can't see straight. Man, I wanna see cum shootin' right outta her mouth. Come on, pop that cock into the little bitch 'til she can't move no more," Jeff encouraged, working his fingers up and down his cock.
"Oh yeah, yeah, good piece of ass, real good," Al moaned, holding Pam tightly while slapping his hips against her ass.
Pam shivered with each fucking blow, her tits trapped by Al's hands. Her mind raced around and around, the world spinning about her dizzyingly.
Flames of goodness were licking at her thighs-just as they had the first time she had been fucked. She was burning up with lust at this point. Somehow, somewhere, some trigger in her body had been switched on. Instead of screaming for help now, she was moaning like a whore in heat! The pain in her cunt was gone, replaced by something far more overwhelming, something that made her accept this horror.
Her uncle caught the tone in her voice and smiled. He knew that both of them were cut from the same cloth no matter what the girl said. He was going to push her to limits she had never dreamed of!
"Oh, oh, oh!" Pam jerked from side to side, feeling filled, stuffed with cock! Nothing was real for her any more-nothing except fucking, wonderful fucking. She was getting more than her fair share of fucking this evening as she hung helplessly from the basement ceiling, her ass filled with dickmeat. Inside her pussy, the water was growing warmer and warmer, heated by her rising sexuality!
"Damn, fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!" Al groaned behind her.
He was pinching her tits more cruelly now, his cries growing frantic as his balls tightened against his cockroot. He could feel the jizz boiling up, packing in the center tube of his cock, getting ready to spray out into her sucking shitter.
"Ohhhh!" Pam gasped.
Her asshole was sucking, milking Al's fucking cock. Shamelessly Pam was working her sphincter on his prick, pulling it in and holding it there while her cuntal muscles held tightly onto that plastic cock.
"Go for it, baby, go for it! Come on, pop off, really pop off!" Jeff groaned.
There was still some hurt, especially behind her as Al stabbed her ass with his prick. But with that hurt was a wonderful, thrilling sensation, one she couldn't quite yet understand. But it was there, making her want more cock, more of what these men were doing to her!
"Ooooooooohhh fuck, fuck," she whispered, hunching against Al.
"Little slut, little bitch," Al groaned, biting her around the neck and ears. Those disgusting teeth, that awful mouth, his horrible breath-they all were wonderful now, exciting! She shivered, feeling herself wallowing in moral filth and loving it!
Al's thighs whacked against her ass harder as his cock kept on burning her delicate shitter. And he was twisting that awful dildo, brushing it back and forth against her clit. More and more of the water was trickling out from under the seal, oozing down to her toes.
"God!" Pam screamed.
She could feel herself rocketing toward that plateau-spinning up faster and faster as Al pumped his prick into her shitter.
"Noooo!" Pam let out a long, quavering cry of despair and delight. "Uuuuughhh ... ooooohhh...."
Pam was sobbing and gasping harder now. That pain, that awful pain, was wonderful now, welcomed by her. Her cunt throbbed as the pressure inside kept building. Her ass started tightening, relaxing, then tightening with more and more frenzy.
Now she was inviting Al to fuck her harder, her ass holding tightly onto his stabbing cock, backing into it, wanting more and more friction.
"Uhghhhhh fuck!" Pam shouted, not caring who heard her, not caring about her uncle who leered up at her.
Her ankles banged together, her knees rubbed against one another while that dildo bobbed and jerked from her violent moves.
"Fuck it out, man, fuck it out!" Jeff held tightly onto his cock nearly shooting his load while watching Pam dance on the ropes. But he wasn't about to pop off now. He had other plans for his niece, plans involved the jizz now packed tightly in his prickhead.
"Oh, ohhhh!" The burning sensation around her shitter and her clit was almost too much for Pam to bear!
She grunted like a stuck pig, ready to cut loose, ready to blow her load at a moment's notice. But something told her to hold off. it would be far more exciting, far more overwhelming, if she came with Al. The two of them would dance together, bumping and grinding and screaming while the ropes cut more intensely into her wrists.
"Man, use them hips. Yeah, move 'em back and forth. Shit, baby, you're a real natural," Al gasped.
Pam felt Al stabbing his cock into her shitter more and more viciously. He pounded violently into the tight clutch of her ass, making her writhe from side to side desperately.
Pam sucked in air through flared nostrils, the oxygen burning as she fought to keep from climaxing. Close, so very, very close! Her cuntal walls were buckling, milking hard at the plastic cock while a similar feeling made her sphincter muscles itch and burn. This was going to be a blinding climax, perhaps more powerful than the one she had had with her uncle's cock shooting all that burning jizz into her! The pain, the pleasure! Somehow the two were making her so hot, so very, very excited!
Pam could feel herself climbing now, climbing up to that peak of orgasm that would blind her mind to everything except her clit and shitter. It was there, just barely out of reach. She was stretching every muscle, every fiber, every nerve-ending to reach it! Her face showed pain, the intensity of her search for climax. Sweat streaked her reddened cheeks as she felt that whirling, gnawing ball of sexual hunger about to unravel.
"Cum, oh cummmmmmm!" she groaned.
Al moaned, alternately biting and tonguing her neck and shoulderblades while hammering his groin against her ass. His fingers clawed at her belly, tits and thighs, leaving long red scratch marks on her flesh. The two of them were streaked with perspiration, their bodies pitching and rolling as the ropes overhead groaned with the strain.
"Ohhhhh!" Pam gasped.
Al was twisting that dildo around and around faster and faster, making the water inside her pussy churn and bubble as if it were inside a washing machine. The pain and pleasure were becoming greater and greater. Pam was taking short, sharp breaths, the pressure in her chest nearly strangling her.
"Ohhhhhhh my God, don't ... don't do this to me!" Pam gasped, her brain torn by delight-a delight caused by the ropes, the beating, that terrible dildo tearing her cunt with the pressure.
"Oh baby, baby, come on, you dig it, really dig it," Al groaned.
Pam felt his fingers pinching her ass now, squeezing her asscheeks while he kept fucking her.
"Man, I could fuck you all damn night!" Al gasped, stopping the screwing action for a moment.
Pam felt his prick jerking around inside her ass, twitching against her shitter. She hung there, frozen by her own sexuality, hovering between her sexual high and climax. It was a delicious moment, one she wished she could preserve for hours and one which she knew instinctively would end in a moment. There would be a flash, an explosion, then climax!
"Now, now," Al planted.
"Ohhh yes, now, now!" Pam echoed.
That ball of hunger was slipping, falling away, unraveling deep in her gut. She heard Al gasping and wheezing behind her, felt his fingers clawing wildly at her body. He was close to shooting. He slammed that dildo in and out of her cunt, twisting it around and around, stabbing her repeatedly while fucking her in the ass.
"Nooooo!" Pam couldn't hold out any longer. She was losing her grip, falling into a black whirling vortex of pleasure. Soon she would cum if her pussy didn't burst open. Her arms seemed to twist, the muscles cramping with her heightened sexual arousal.
Al was pumping faster and faster, nearly falling from the box a third time. His knees were shoving against her.
Pam couldn't control herself any longer. The itchy burning was taking her over. "Gggaaaaagghghghhhhhhh!"
There was a moment of white-hot madness, a second when everything seemed suspended in time. Her cunt and sphincter muscles clamped down hard. Her body shivered mightily while her head snapped back. This was a delicious, wonderful agony. She was pitched up to the ceiling, then dashed to the floor. Her body crushed by the horrible intensity of her climax! Her pussy and ass clamped down shut, cramping and convulsing.
Al clung to her swinging body and drove his cock in all the way. "Fuck!"
She enjoyed the effects of her climax. She couldn't deny it any longer, not even to herself. Al was moving around, crying out while his cock shot in wad after wad of burning jizz. Pam found her mouth watering while her cunt exploded. Al reached down, twisted the dildo again, then pulled it forward. The hot water boiled out, splashing to the floor while her ass gripped his cock harder.
"Ooooohhh!" she gasped.
The sudden release of that pressure, the sudden gushing of the water, triggered yet another powerful climax. A double climax, one on top of the other, a series of avalanches!
Pam arched her back, kicking her legs out, screaming the walls down as wave after wave of sensation raced through her. God, God, this was wonderful! It was the best, the most powerful feeling she had ever had in her young life!
And then it was over. Feeling her muscles relax, she hung limply from the ropes.
Pam shivered, feeling a bubble of air escape from her cunt. Al's prick was still jerking around in her shitter.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Ohhhh...." she sighed.
Uncle Jeff Wad cut her down, letting her lay in a heap on the floor while he and Al cleaned up. She overheard them talking about sales and magazines. Sitting up, Pamela shoved her hair to one side of her face, staring at the two men.
"What ... what are you talking about?" she asked hesitatingly. Her heart was beating quickly as her mind began to piece together their conversation.
"Curious about your old uncle, eh, Pamela? Did you think I raised chickens or something?" Jeff asked, smiling smugly at her.
"I ... I don't know. I never thought much about it," she answered, her mind flashing back to the photos Al had taken.
Slowly she moved one hand over her cunt, rubbing her outer cuntlips. She could still imagine that plastic cock rubbing against her pussy walls, still feel the water spraying into her hole and stretching it so painfully.
"It's a snake ranch, baby, that's what I've got out here ... or sort of," Uncle Jeff said, pulling on his Levi's and zipping up.
"What?"
"He makes dirty movies ... takes pictures of gals like you ... that kinda shit," Al added, tucking his shirt back into his pants.
Pamela closed her eyes, feeling her heart sinking to the floor. That explained the cameras, the tripods, all the photo equipment in the basement. Her uncle was a smut peddler. And he had taken pictures of her! There were pictures of her hanging by her wrists from the ceiling with that horrible pink thing stuck in her pussy! People would buy some magazine and find her face staring right back out at them!"
"Oh!" She felt weak, defeated.
Pamela wanted to ask her uncle if she was going to be in one of his books. But the words died on her lips. She didn't want to know now. She was too tired, too exhausted to deal with another blow to her pride. All she wanted, all she needed, was some sleep. Letting her head sag down, she let out a soft moan, wishing she could sink right through the floor straight to hell and take Uncle Jeff and Al with her.
"Let's help her upstairs. We've had enough for the night," Jeff said.
They picked her up like a sack, dragging her up the stairs with her feet banging against the steps. Everything was in a dream state for the girl.
They were going to leave her alone for a while! She sighed with relief, peering at the living room, the sofa, the stairs leading to her bedroom. Up more stairs, more bumps against her feet and ankles. And finally she was thrown on the bed, her face buried in the pillow. She heard the door slam behind her.
"Oh, what've they done to me?" she sobbed, pounding the mattress with her fists.
Images of her hanging from the ceiling shot through her mind. She could feel the chafed flesh of her wrists more acutely now. And her ass! It throbbed, felt so slick even now as she lay in bed.
Pamela crawled under the soft covers, pulling them over her shoulders and hiding under the coverlet. Safe at least for a while. She would have to survive this ordeal somehow. Thoughts about leaving her uncle's place were shoved to one side-at least for now. She had to know what he was going to do with those pictures. The idea that she might show up on some magazine rack tormented her, haunted her, as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Fucking! Fucking and all that beating and humiliation, yes, she had loved it, wanted more of it. But the thought of having her face in some smut shop tortured her.
Groaning, she turned over on one side, drawing her knees up to her belly. How slick her cunt and shitter were from all that fucking!
The following day she awoke with a start, clutching the top sheet with both hands and pulling it to her chin. There was silence in the house. Glancing at the alarm clock, Pamela saw it was nearly nine o'clock.
Quietly she pushed her legs over the side of the bed, getting up slowly and walking to the window. She stood to the side, drawing away the lace curtains and peering down into the dirty courtyard.
Her uncle's truck was still there, parked in the back near the tool shed where he had made that fateful discovery of her perversion.
Pamela let go of the curtain, moving to one side and resting her back against the wall. How she had hoped he was gone. Perhaps she could phone her mother, suggest that she come up here for a visit. That way Uncle Jeff wouldn't have a chance to molest her any more and she'd be able to find out what he intended doing with those pictures.
But there he was, coming out of the kitchen, checking under the hood of his blue pickup.
Mustering what little courage she had, Pamela draped a bathrobe around her narrow shoulders and padded to the bathroom. She could still feel something terribly sticky in her ass as she turned on the water and climbed into the tub.
Toweling herself off, she padded back to her bedroom and dressed as modestly as she could. Pulling on a pair of baggy jeans and an old flannel shirt, Pam pulled back her hair and pinned it in a ponytail. She glanced at herself in the mirror. No good. She still looked too provocative. Perhaps it was the way she looked, that slight pouting in her lower lip, her tits that couldn't be hidden. She had a fine figure-and now she was paying for it!
"There she is," Jeff said, stopping in the kitchen doorway and looking at Pamela as she came down the stairs.
Pamela stopped halfway down, her fingers gripping the handrail. What should she say? What should she do? For a moment she thought about rushing back to her room and locking the door. But Uncle Jeff probably had keys to all the locks.
"Don't look sad, baby. Come on down and have some breakfast," her uncle said, backing down and waving one hand behind him.
"Yes, Uncle Jeff," Pam said modestly, keeping her eyes down to the floor.
She wanted to die of shame as she shuffled past him in the kitchen and sat at the opposite end of the table. She glanced up quickly and saw his smirking face. She trembled. He had been on top of her, fucking her brains out the other night. And then there was all that beating, all that strange fucking.
But nothing happened that morning or for the entire day. Jeff was attentive to his niece, acting as if nothing at all had happened.
For a moment Pam shook her head, wondering if the whole horror show had been something in her imagination.
But a quick check on her wrists told the story. He'd strung her up. He'd beaten her, humiliated her. And now he was acting as if nothing at all had happened!
As evening drew near, Pam grew restless, wishing she had called her mother. But Uncle Jeff was always around, always in the kitchen or fixing up something in the living room. Although he never made any advances, he was still around, watching her, studying her.
"I ... I'm not very hungry, Uncle Jeff. I think I'll skip dinner tonight and just go up to my room."
They were play-acting, pretending everything was normal when the whole atmosphere of this house was sick. More than once Pam had thought about asking her uncle where the pictures were. But she was afraid.
Jeff had stayed in the house, purposely keeping a close eye on her, watching her every move, ready to spring like a hungry wolf if she were to make a break for it. He had taken a big chance on using her like that. But he had seen something in his niece, something that was a kindred spirit even though she denied it. He would force her to look at herself, to face that spirit and to accept it. Only then would he let her go.
"All right. Just stay around here. Roads aren't safe at night."
Don't try anything, she thought to herself, translating her uncle's words. Muttering acceptance, she picked up some magazines and dragged herself off to the bedroom.
Jeff watched her ascend the stairs, his hands on his powerful hips. When he heard the door slam shut and lock, he walked to the phone and picked up the receiver, a smile crossing his lips.
For several hours Pam lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Trapped, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. More than once she had slipped her legs over the side of the bed, about to rush out the room and take her chances with the night dangers surrounding the house.
But then she thought of her uncle, of his warning. He'd be out there after her, hunting her down like a wild animal. And he knew this terrain so well. He'd find her and then ... and then....
Pam groaned, turning around and starting to turn off the light.
Sounds! The sound of a car or truck coming up the dirt road. Clicking off her lamp, Pamela peered through the curtains again and saw two bright lights snaking up the drive. She could barely make out a man behind the wheel.
Pam choked down a sob, letting the curtain go. She was standing in the middle of the room, one hand clamped to her mouth while the other stretched forward to help her the other stretched forward to help her maintain her balance. They were going to make her go through her paces again tonight. It would happen again and again, until they were tired of her. And in the meantime she would be odder, fuel for their perversion. "No!" Pam gasped.
She wouldn't accept that! Turning around, she rushed to the door, cracking it open and peering down the darkened hall. There was no sound from below.
Tiptoeing down the hall, Pamela stopped at the head of the stairs.
Jeff was talking on the phone to someone. She could hear his baritone voice. Sliding down the wall, she listened for the slightest sound.
She reached the living room, stopping for a moment, making sure her uncle was still on the phone. The car was pulling up out back.
One hand pressed against her throat, Pam moved silently toward the front door. She could hear the engine turning off outside. She wasn't going to be a victim of her uncle's lust another night! Her fingers twisting the knob, Pam opened the door. She had one foot outside when she heard the phone slam down in the cradle.
"Hey!" Uncle Jeff had just seen the door close.
Fear gripped her heart like a set of icy fingers. Stumbling forward and down the porch steps, Pam rushed into the dark night, her hands stretched out protectively in front of her. She heard the door swing open, heard her uncle calling out to her.
"Goddamn it, Pam, stop! When I find you, you'll be damned sorry! Hey, Al, she's over there," the voice shouted through the night air.
Al! So, it was going to be another session, another trial for her.
Her feet pounded the ground as she sucked in air and fled blindly through the night. Several times she stumbled over holes and rocks, pitching her forward. More than once Pam was on her hands and knees, scrambling back up to her feet, whimpering with terror as her hair streamed out behind her. The world seemed to spin around. There was no up, no down, nothing except blackness and those voices behind her.
"Can't let them catch me," she whispered, her scalp crawling with fear.
They were surrounding her, circling around her. She could hear the shouts from her uncle as he and Al chased after her.
"Oh!" She stopped, her heart beating like a triphammer. Pamela listened intently, feeling more and more like an animal trying to elude a predator.
"There she is!"
Pam started, her blood turning to ice when she heard those words. They had spotted her. Letting out a grunt of terror, she spun around and began running in the opposite direction of the voice. She couldn't let them catch her!
But the footsteps were coming closer, seeming to come from every direction.
Again she stopped. Where were they? Which direction should she run? She put both hands to her mouth, fighting down the scream rising in her throat. And then ... then she saw her uncle, standing only a few feet in front of her, his flashlight blinding her.
"No!" she wailed.
It was over. Her flight was over, but her nightmare had just begun.
"Try to get away, eh, bitch?"
"You ... you can't blame me. After what you did to me, you ... you didn't expect me to stay. Oh please, Uncle!" Pamela whimpered, her voice turning soft and pleading. "Please let me go home, back to mama. I promise, I won't say a word to her or anybody else. Please...."
"Still there's Al to deal with," Uncle Jeff said, putting the flashlight down and turning around. She could see him running up to them. "He's my right-hand man, so to speak. He liked your ass last night. And I think he'd dig having it tonight."
"No!" Pam screamed.
The thought of Al climbing on top of her and fucking her again horrified her. She screamed, turning around and trying to flee.
But Al was behind her in an instant. He clamped one hand over her mouth, motioning with the other to Jeff to follow.
"Man, she's a fighter tonight," Al grunted, trying to hang onto the twisting, writhing, kicking girl.
"Get her over in the ditch. That's where she should be fucked anyway. Bed's too fuckin' good for a bitch like that."
Jeff and Al dragged her kicking and biting over several bushes to a low ditch, looking around to make sure there weren't any casual campers or hikers nearby who might have heard Pam's desperate screams for help.
Al dragged her into the brush. The prickly growth of the mesquite trees snagged her hair. Pamela kept her eyes shut, feeling as if her heart would tear right through her ribcage. They were going to fuck her here, fucking her in the open!
Still dragging the screaming girl, they pulled her into a clearing surrounded by trees and cactus. They shoved her hard to the ground, knocking the wind from her.
Before she could recover, Al shoved something foul-smelling in her mouth. Pamela tried tearing it from her mouth. But a hand from the dark slapped her across the face, backhanding her harder. Stunned, she crumpled.
Someone was jerking at her belt buckle. One of them got her jeans slipped down to her knees. She raised her knees, trying to kick the man away. But that only gave Al the chance to get her Levi's down to her ankles.
"Man, I forgot what a good piece of ass she was ... and that was only yesterday," the lanky rancher said, licking his chops.
"Beats some of them other chicks we got from downtown to pose-and we had to pay 'em for that shit," Jeff said, examining his trembling niece closely.
"Yeah, and you know I think she's gettin' real hot. I can smell her again, smell that hot cunt gettin' hotter, wantin' somethin' inside it real bad," Al said, laughing derisively.
Both men were squatting now, holding her down by the knees and shoulders. Pam's eyes were big, rounding out with fear. Pulses erupted in her throat, tits and thighs. That horrible animal excitement must still be there. She could feel her cunt heating up, growing damp while the men were talking about her.
Then suddenly she saw her uncle pull a knife from a leather sheath attached to his belt. Screaming, Pam flinched, nearly fainting. He was going to kill her, slice her throat and leave her bleeding.
Then she felt the cold metal against her shoulders. There was a tearing sound. He had sliced open her blouse with one fast upward flick of the blade.
It was starting all over again!
CHAPTER EIGHT
They had slit her clothes off, pulled them from her body, leaving her totally naked. A breeze from the east ruffled her hair, blowing it around in tangles about her throat.
Pam shuddered, feeling waves of hot sensation passing from her nipples along the nerves into her cunt. She was boiling down there! As shameful as it was for her to admit it, she felt incredibly hot and tight and itchy between her thighs. The chase, the excitement, the capture and the stripping had all contributed in some way to make her pant like a bitch in heat.
Jeff and Al were down on their knees, their pants already down, their cocks fully extended. The knobs of their pricks were dark purple, throbbing with lust, while their balls tightened in their sacs. They were going to fuck her, fuck her like the animal she was!
"Oh, oh!" Pam struggled against Al's grasp. Staggering halfway to her feet, she stumbled, fell on her ass and rolled over to her right side.
The men laughed, then got hold of her once more and pulled her back into the clearing.
"She likes to fight. We can't have that, man. She might wander into some fuckin' campground and we'd be finished," Uncle Jeff said, squeezing her tits so hard that Pamela squealed.
"I brought some rope," Al answered, reaching around and pulling off several feet of line coiled on the back of his belt.
Jeff flung her against a Juniper tree, forcing her hands around the trunk. Taking the half-inch line from Al, he snapped it loose, binding her wrists tightly together and to the rough bark.
"No, oh no, don't! Pm sorry I tried to get away," she babbled hysterically, her knees scraping against the rough bark.
But neither of them was listening to her.
"We can fuck her in the ass," Al said, smoothing his fingers over her asscheeks and sticking one thumb into her asscrack.
Pamela screamed, snapping her head back while jabbing her knees hard into the Juniper bark.
"Man, that's what you wanna do. I dig her cunt. My niece's got one hell of a hot pussy, and I wouldn't mind sinkin' my prick into it right now ... right out here, under the stars," Jeff said, laughing as he worked his fingers around his thickening cock-knob.
The act of rape, of being raped out here in the desert, was arousing Pam's lust more and more. Sighing, she twisted her head around to see what was happening. Her eyes were wide while sweat made her naked ass glisten in the full moonlight. Her asscheeks were tightly clenched and shivering.
Moaning, Pam pressed against the wide trunk. The rough bark scratched her. She bent her knees a little, opening her thighs wide enough to rub her clit against the rough exterior. It was just like the night when her uncle had found her in the tool shed bouncing up and down on that splintery wood.
"Hey, she's fuckin' the tree!" Al gasped.
"We gotta make her behave," Jeff said, reaching out and slapping her across the ass hard with one opened hand.
"Yeah, you don't want termites eatin' at your cock," Al joked.
"Man, she's freakin' out. I didn't think she'd be this crazy this soon," Jeff said, slapping her again and again across her ass, watching as his niece trembled and jerked at each blow of his beating hand.
Her ass heated up under the constant blows. She felt her uncle's fingers whipping her white flesh, making her asscheeks jiggle with the force of those slaps. And each one increased the heat stinging her clit. It was as if someone were touching her clit with a million heated needles, making that tiny organ sing and quiver. Pamela felt her knees weakening again, pressing against the bark of the big tree. And the rope bit into her wrist flesh, chafing more of the skin away.
"Uuuuuughhh!" Pam moaned.
"She's still doin' it."
"I got a way to make her behave," Jeff said.
Pam stiffened. There was the sound of leather being pulled across fabric. She heard the snap of the leather. Her scalp crawled with horror while her fingers dug into the rough bark of the Juniper. Again her ass tightened while her knees embraced the tree.
There was the crunch of a step behind her. He was there, ready to land that awful thick belt on her ass! Pam could hear his heavy breathing, hear that catch in his breath that indicated her uncle was excited beyond words!
"Nooo!" she screamed.
The belt hissed in the air as it cracked near her head. Again and again he toyed with her, crashing the belt on the tree above her, then bringing the tip within inches of her shoulders.
"You like bein' out here, baby? You could've been inside where it's nice and warm. But you wanted to cut out. You're gonna pay for that, man, really pay."
Her uncle brought the belt down, slapping the leather across her asscheeks. The force of that heavy blow knocked her against the tree, jarring her chin and cheeks.
Pam whimpered, shuddering, as the pain quickly turned into a warmth. It spread across her violated buttocks, radiating through her thighs and up to her cunt. It ignited another spark, another fire that made the girl groan with delight.
"Yeah, go for it, baby. Come on, climb onto that tree, climb onto it and fuck it!"
Pam tightened her ass, tensing her buttocks. Gooseflesh erupted. Her cunt snapped close while her clit tingled, waiting for the next blow. It came quickly after the first, nearly cutting her young flesh.
Pam groaned, her head hanging back, her hair sweeping across her back. She was tugging at the ropes, moving her arms against the bark. She would have collapsed long ago if it weren't for the bonds holding her up.
Another blow of the leather across her butt! Brilliant lights exploded in front of her. A fourth blow landed across her shoulderblades, making Pam shriek. She shoved her hips forward as if she were trying to escape from the assault.
Something-a piece of bark, perhaps-slipped into her cunt. Jeff laughed at her mockingly, and now she was hunching against the tree again. Pam couldn't help herself. The beating, the heat, everything conspired to turn her into a whore. She manipulated her cunt muscles until that piece of bark was lodged against her clit. She relaxed her hips and let the next blow shove her forward, working her pussy along the sharp-edged bark.
Pam threw her head back as the next blow slammed across her ass. It was as if the belt were a hammer pounding her into the Juniper. She couldn't stand much more. She had to have something bigger, something good and hot and hard pounding her cunt. Her uncle's cock, Al's cock, any man's prick hammering against her clit would do-anything, just as long as it was stiff, pumping, demanding, tearing her apart, wrenching her free of the wild lust tearing her to pieces.
"Ohhh God, God!" Pam groaned, working her hips faster and faster against the tree.
"Man, she's turning on like a bitch!" Al cried out, surprised at the girl's heat.
"She's one of my kin, man, and she's finally realizin' it. I don't know what kinda crap her mother gave her," Jeff said, stopping the beating for a second while wiping his forehead with the back of one hand, "but I'm gonna teach her different. She digs this, just like I do."
"No, ohhhh no!" Pam gasped, feeling the strength drain into her cunt.
"Get that damned log over here before I cum all over myself," Jeff muttered, snapping the leather, then bringing it down hard against her clenched ass.
Again Pam felt sparks shower from her clit into her convulsing pussy. She needed a cock, needed one so bad she nearly screamed for one!
"Gimme some help," Al grunted.
The belt fell to the ground.
Pam's heart was pounding with excitement, with expectation. She worked her hips frantically against the bark as she fucked her clit against one piece of sharp wood. Her head hung back while she undulated her thighs back and forth, back and forth against the tree. How good that sharp piece of bark felt nibbling at her clit. But how much better it would be if she had a prick spearing into her pussy, spreading those itchy walls apart, touching her clit while a hot set of balls dragged over her pussy mouth. It would be wonderful, marvelous!
Gasping, she turned around to see what the men were doing. "Oh!"
Something bumped against her heels. "Lift her so I can get his goddamned thing in place," Jeff grunted.
"Shit, it's heavy!" Al gasped.
"Like the damn thing's petrified or something," Jeff agreed.
Pam felt her legs being lifted by the ankles. The log was rolled against the base of the tree, right-angled so that her knees rested on one end. They positioned her so that she was nearly three feet off the ground. The heavy log was broad enough to support both knees even when they spread her open.
She shivered, feeling the night breeze touching her warm, wet cuntflesh. It felt so odd being peeled open like that in the open air. It made her cunt hotter, made her brain spin dizzyingly.
"Man, she's all wet down there! I knew it. I knew she'd be turned onto this shit," Jeff said, smacking his wet lips lustily.
"Yeah, wanna fuck her now," Al said, grabbing his cock around the shaft and positioning himself behind the panting girl.
Yes, fucking! Even that scrawny Al looked good. Pam would have taken on anyone to satisfy her clenching pussy.
"Leave her alone for a sec. Help me get this fuckin' rock over."
They dragged a heavy slab of rock and rolled it behind her. Al stood on the rock while Jeff held her legs pressed against the log, steadying her. Al inched closer, curling his fingers into her thighs and spreading her cuntlips open bit by bit. Pam cried, biting down on her lips as she felt her warm, sticky pussymeat being stickily pulled apart. Moaning, twisting from side to side as best she could, Pam felt juice frothing from her hole and trickling down her white, shivering thighs.
"Man, it's just like that last time. She's gettin' herself hot."
"She can't help herself," Jeff said, his eyes wide with desire. "When she's hot, she's gotta have a good hard cock to take care of her. That's what you and me are gonna do."
Pam panted, holding her breath after a while as she waited for the fuck she needed! She could feel Al drawing closer, feel his fingers digging into her flesh. Then his knees were up against hers. It was just like last night when he had fucked her in the ass. Only this time it would be in her cunt. He was going to drive his prick in her aching cunt, take care of the awful itchy ache throbbing between her legs.
"WAhhhhhhh!" Pamela sighed shamelessly as she felt her wet cuntlips pressing against his prickhead.
She twisted her neck, throwing her hair back and forth, letting the brown strands tangle in the branches. She pulled her hair free with wild jerks, not feeling the tugs as a riot of sensations exploded between her legs. Her tits hung down, her nipples dragging over the rough wood. She couldn't keep herself still.
Al slapped her ass, pinched her hard and drove his prick deeper into her snatch.
"Ooooohhhh!" she wailed.
Pam shook her ass, making the heavy muscles dance and jump. She was driving Al wild behind her. She could hear him breathing heavily. He was calling her all sorts of names, slapping and pinching her harder, faster. But the frantic young woman couldn't feel his blows. The only thing she could feel was that wonderful pounding of his cock into her pussy.
Again and again he fucked her, driving his prick in mercilessly.
"She's ... uhh ... fan-fuckin'-tastic," Al groaned.
Al braced his knees harder against her. His hips worked faster and faster, pumping like pile drivers.
Pam couldn't take much more of this. She screamed. Fucking this way, in this position after the hard belting drove her to wild, dizzying heights. She was going to cum, cum hard and fast!
"Uuuuuhh ... ooohhhhh!" Her uncle and his friend had turned her into a screaming, wild-eyed whore who couldn't get enough cockmeat. Al was fucking her, satisfying her pussy. But she knew instinctively that she would have to have more, would have to have her uncle's fat cock reaming out her cunt. And then perhaps she would be ready for another fuck, another man, another beating to sting her senses into arousal.
"Uuuuuuhh! Ahahhhhh!" She screamed. Al was fucking quickly. She heard him gasping, heard his breath catch. He was muttering something under his breath, crying out like a maniac. He was blowing his cum into her like cannon shot. He caked her thick cunt hairs with his sweat and jizz, his fingers scraping along her flesh, almost tearing it open.
"Man, oh man, and she's till hot! Still wantin' a fuckin'," Al panted.
"Yeah, then it's my turn right now."
"Don't mind sloppy seconds?" Al asked, pulling his cock out and flashing a grin.
"She's hot enough to make me forget. Bet she gobbles this thing up fast," Jeff exclaimed.
Jeff was behind her.
She tensed, breathing with wheezing sounds through her nostrils. The girl wondered what more humiliation her uncle would visit upon her as he slid behind her ass.
"Nice, real nice. Ohhh yeah, nice ass, even though Al messed it up for a while," Jeff said, smoothing his fingertips around her shitter.
Pam tensed. Another ass-fuck? No, not when her cunt needed a good hard, long fucking. Al hadn't given her a chance to cum! She had been so close to climax, so close to cumming! And then ... and then it had ended. He had pulled out his prick after shooting his load, leaving her high and dry.
Pam clawed frantically at the tree trunk, her mind closed to everything except her cunt and the wild hot feelings rushing through it.
Jeff held onto her hipbones, driving his cock fast and hard into her.
Pam's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring even more as she felt her uncle's cock trenching out her cunthole. It was wonderful, spine-tingling!
Uncle Jeff seemed to be going out of his mind as well, grunting and howling while driving his cock faster and faster into her sucking cunthole. He purposely angled his body up, making sure his prick continually rubbed against her clit. At the same time he reached down, cupping her tits in both hands now, squeezing her nipples while pounding her cunt mercilessly with his prick.
"Man, oh man, gonna cut loose!" he groaned, his eyes shut. "Ohhh yeahhhhh! I can feel it bubblin' up from my balls!"
Pam sucked in a deep breath and held it, jerked her head up and her shoulders back. She could feel her uncle's groin pounding her ass harder, faster. Soon, very soon he would be filling her with his cum! The thought of having him shooting inside her cunt made her dizzy with delight. Cum! Cum! she thought.
"Noooooo!" she screamed.
It happened with the power of an exploding volcano. Pam thought she had been knocked out when her cuntal walls buckled and convulsed, slapping hard against Jeff's shooting prick.
Somewhere in the distance, she heard her uncle shouting, crying out. She felt something falling on top of her and guessed it was Uncle Jeff. But her climax was so overwhelming, so all-consuming, she couldn't feel anything except her exploding cunt. Again and again her pussy convulsed, the itchy hot thrills turning into something incredibly good, something that reminded her of a firestorm raging up her thighs and burning into her cunt.
With another cry, Pamela Rudd fell into semi consciousness.
CHAPTER NINE
She awoke, feeling a stiffness in her neck.
They were still all outside. Her mouth had been resting in the dirt. Twisting around, Pamela spat out the dust, feeling her ass aching, throbbing with bruises. The ropes were burning her wrists. Cum oozed from her slit like lava, making her shiver.
It was no dream. She had been draped over that log, clinging to the tree while first Al and then her uncle had fucked her, fucked her long and hard! She could still feel their pricks pile driving in and out of her pussy. "She awake yet?"
It was Al. She could recognize his voice anywhere. Strange how much she loathed him now. When he was fucking her, toying with her clit, she was willing to take him on as if he were her long-time lover. Now she could only feel horror at the thought that she had fucked him so lustily!
"Yeah, I think so. Hey, baby, you outta that fuckin' sleep?"
Pamela didn't answer. If she lay very quietly, perhaps they would drag her back to the house, feeling she was too exhausted to do anything.
"This oughtta make her tell us."
There was another rushing sound behind her.
Pam tried to prepare herself mentally, sucking in a deep breath, holding it in while still trying to keep very quiet. She could hear her pulse rushing through her veins as Jeff moved up behind her.
But there was no belt, no hissing sound in the air. At first nothing but silence. And then there was a dreadful metallic coldness against her flesh.
Pamela jerked, her fingers curling, digging into the soft dirt. Something terribly cold was rubbing up against her ass!
"Yeah, she's up, man. Look at her jumpin'. Man, she'd be jumpin' like a frog if she knew what the fuck you was pressin' against her butt!"
Pamela was too afraid to turn around and look. She could only guess what it was. She remembered that pouch Uncle Jeff carried on one side of his belt. It held a skinning knife. He was sliding it up and down her ass flesh, pressing the flat of it against her warm, sweaty ass crack.
Pam flinched, curling herself into a ball. He was going to carve out her pussy, cut her to shreds.
"Wanna slit her tits? You wanna skin her alive?" Al rasped.
"No!" Pam screamed.
Her mind whirled about, thinking of what Al was talking about. No, no, oh God, God, please don't let this happen! She mumbled a prayer while her uncle slid the knife up and down her ass crack.
"She's no fuckin' animal," Jeff muttered, watching as his niece's ass tightened and relaxed, just like the time it had when he'd brought the leather down hard on her ass.
"Yeah, yeah, but still...." Al smiled.
Pamela was glad her uncle was in obvious control. Al would have gone too far.
"Still, ain't no harm in maybe slittin' a little bit of the slut open," Jeff said, a cruel smile crossing his face.
"Nooo!" she screamed.
Pamela felt an awful fire rush up and down her spine as they stretched her out on her back. The rough ground and rocks cut her back. The young teen thought she was going to die! She was going to be slit open, cut like a slaughtered pig while these men got their jollies watching her squirm to the end.
"Stop! Oh help, help!" she screamed, finally having pushed the gag all the way out of her mouth.
"Shaddup!"
Jeff was sitting on her hips, holding her wrists.
Al held the knife to her throat, smiling strangely down at her. "I wanna hear the bitch squeal-kinda like them sliced pigs!"
Pamela raised her head, her eyes wide and rounded. She focused on the blade. Her lower lip quivered.
Slowly Al moved the knife up and down, pretending to shave the skin just around her windpipe. Pam thought she was going to feel that sharp edge cutting through her flesh at any moment.
"Hey, man, she's pissin' on herself," Jeff said, turning around and seeing his niece let out a yellow stream of urine.
God, the ultimate shame! She was disgracing herself! But how could she help it? How could she keep herself together with those men threatening to slit her throat.
"Oh no, nooo!"
Al was going for her right tit. He angled the knife to one side, drawing the tip over her sensitive flesh. It was getting close, so very close to her nipple. When it touched her nipple, Pamela threw her head back and screamed.
"That's it, baby," Jeff said, laughing and signaling Al to move the knife around some more.
"Nooo, oh help! Help!" Pamela screamed, twisting from side to side.
But she couldn't free herself. The blade was tracing a circular path to her left nipple. Al was taking his time, grinning from ear to ear, watching her terror mounting. He was going to carve her up! She could already imagine that razor-like blade parting her flesh, touching her muscle tissues, her bones!
But then, as she crouched there, her life about to be ended horribly, Pam could feel another sensation more pervasive then horror race through her body. It had to be the hardness of the knife, the cold of the metal and the heat of Al's body bearing down on her that made her feel like this. Her nipples were growing hard-hard and throbbing, just as they had been when both men had fucked her.
"Look, man. Shit, she's goin' nuts with this thing," Al said, moving the flat of the blade over her tits and touching them.
"Ooohh!" Pamela wiggled her ass. Her nipples throbbed angrily while a rush of conflicting sensations tore through her cunt.
She was revolted at her own behavior. But even as that revulsion increased, the desire to climax also increased. Shamelessly she closed her thighs, whipping her hips from side to side.
"The little bitch's enjoying it," Jeff smiled.
"Then she's gonna like what's gonna happen next," Al muttered.
The tip of that blade was pointed at her nipple. It advanced, crossing her areola, triggering a riot of sensations. He hadn't cut any flesh ... yet! Now the blade was right at her nipple, circling the throbbing nub, making the peak turn a darker red.
Pam beat the ground with her ass, squeezing and squeezing, bearing down on her bloated clit, wanting to wrench free of her climax.
"Jesus fuck, she's goin' nuts!' Jeff exclaimed, watching his niece rutting wildly in front of him.
"OH, oh, ohhh!" Pamela cried, her mind exploding like a bomb.
Her face was contorted. She inhaled a shaky breath, enjoying this scene for one final moment. They would be carving her up soon. And yet something in her responded even to that awful idea. Pamela couldn't speak, couldn't tell them anything. All she could do was rut like a hot pig and grunt at the two men.
"Come on, let's get the little slut back to the house. I don't like doin' all this kinda shit out here where somebody might see us."
"No, no, no!" Pam protested.
They had stopped her, stopped her midway in her orgasm. Pam wept and sobbed, drawing her knees together, jiggling her ass up and down, trying to bring herself off.
But the pain had stopped. The terror had stopped. Jeff and Al had slipped their pants back up, buckling them tightly. Then they raised her up from the ground, picking up her clothes, then dragging her back to the house.
She let them do what they wished to her because all she could think about was cock-inches and inches of long, hard, thick cockmeat reaming out her cunthole. How she wanted it! And her uncle would be more than glad to provide it-at a terrible price. And Pamela Rudd was more than willing to pay that price.
"Need some shots of a bitch gettin' it real bad-you know, that iron downstairs," Jeff said as they dragged Pam to the house.
Her heels banged hard against the wooden steps of the porch. She could feel splintering pieces of board digging into her heels. Still she moaned only for cock, only for prick. She wanted something in her hole now, right now!
"You got the portable grill down there. Got an iron in the back of my pickup. We'll give the little slut somethin' to remember us by," Al said, dropping his hold on Pamela as he rushed from the porch to the side of the house.
"Don't worry, Pam. We ain't gonna let you go," Uncle Jeff said, catching her with both arms and sweeping her up off the floor.
Pam clung to her uncle weakly, feeling his chest rising and falling against her tits. He was going to hurt her some more. She knew it instinctively. And yet she wanted it, wanted the pain to course through her veins, her body.
As he threaded his way through the darkened living room and into the kitchen, Pam tightened her grip around her uncle's neck. He was pushing her to her limits. She could see that.
".'Down here," Jeff gasped.
She felt her toes brushing against the concrete basement wall. Curling her toes, drawing her knees up a little, Pam hugged her uncle more tightly than ever.
Back to the cellar!
She almost found herself smiling as they reached the basement and moved toward the table. Upstairs, she could hear the front door slam shut. Al was up there. She heard his boots making the floorboards squeak overhead.
"Down here, Al!" her uncle shouted, placing her on the table.
Pam shivered, thoughts of that awful carving knife still in her mind. For a moment she really did think they were going to kill her cruelly,' letting her bleed to death. And yet that thought coupled with the metallic cold of the blade had done terrible things to her cunt. It had made her hot ... so very, very hot! Even death, even the thought of destruction, hadn't been enough to calm her cunt. It had accelerated her excitement, made her want more!
"The rope," Jeff said. "Then get the charcoal and start her up."
Al retrieved some of the rope they had used earlier, handing the various strips of line to Jeff. As Pam's uncle examined the rope for any frayed spots, Al moved behind the furnace and dragged out a twenty-pound bag of charcoal.
Pam blinked, raising her head slightly and watching the young lanky rancher hefting the bag toward a grill.
"Okay," Al said.
Uncle Jeff moved behind her, drawing both wrists together once more and pulling her arms back. Now Pam didn't need any coaxing, any threats. She was doing this almost by rote. She loved it, loved feeling of the rope touching her flesh, chafing her skin! There was something about being helpless, something about being tied up by her uncle that made her pussy spasm. And those spasms nearly took her breath away.
Pam stared at Jeff, feeling her chest tighten yet again as he looped the line around her wrists, securing them with a square knot.
"This'll keep you quiet," he said.
He fastened another piece of line to the rope holding her wrists together, attaching it to a cross bottom brace near the floor.
Pamela let out a shuddering sigh, feeling the muscles and tendons in her arms pull snug. Next came her feet. Jeff moved quickly, throwing a three-foot piece of line around her ankles and cinching them tightly together.
There was a burning smell.
Pam jerked her head up and saw Al squirting lighter fluid over the charcoal. Al set down the can, reached in his pocket and fished out a lighter.
The orange flames flickered over the coals, turning them a bright red as Uncle Jeff secured her ankles together with a double slipknot, then tying that piece of rope with another and fastening the assembly to the bottom of the table.
When he had finished, Pamela was stretched tightly over the top of the table like a taut rubber band, unable to move anything except her head.
"Dear God," she whispered, blinking away the tears.
She felt her cunt throb. There was no way she could bring herself off right now. She tried shifting her thighs from side to side. But the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the table were far too tight for her to move much. She gasped, feeling another throbbing spasm race through her pussy, making the slick walls contract.
"God, God!" she groaned.
"God won't be around here, honey. You know that. I told you that before," Jeff said, taking the long branding iron that Al had brought from the pickup.
Pam stopped her moaning, narrowing her eyes and studying that long gray steel thing her uncle had in his hands. It was awful! Her eyes widened.
The charcoal, the fire! It was all coming to her now! They were going to brand her! They were going to burn her with that awful thing!
"No!" she screamed.
She screamed again and again, jerking hr head from side to side crazily while tears rolled from her eyes and streaked her face. Branded! They were going to scar her for life!
"Good, good! Man, come on, get some shots," Jeff said, holding the iron threateningly in front of Pam's face.
Pam opened her eyes once more and saw an inverted B in front of her. She stopped screaming, stunned into terror. Staring wide-eyed at the branding iron, Pamela tried to imagine what it would be like having a red-hot poker searing her flesh. The thought was too horrible to contemplate!
A flash of light! Pictures! Those awful pictures, her uncle's business!
Pam jerked her head to one side, covering her face with her long brown hair. Not this degradation, this humiliation, on top of everything else!
"See this, honey? See it, baby? You know what's gonna happen to you, don'tcha?" Jeff said, dangling the branding iron over her head.
Jeff hefted the iron, swinging it to test its weight.
Pam shuddered, drawing back as much as she could. The iron whooshed through the air, cutting the shadows, making her want to scream with horror.
Then he brought it down to her cunt, the heavy letter touching her thighs.
"Oohhh!" she gasped.
That pressure was something like the touch of that carving knife out there on the desert floor.
Pam tensed every muscle in her body, straining against the binding ropes to wiggle her body away. She could feel every nerve-ending in her pussy straining down, down toward the cold branding iron. Her clit swelled to the bursting point, the tiny nub throbbing, wiggling with desire while Jeff moved the iron back and forth, up and down a few inches on her inner thighs.
"Yeah, you want this, want it real bad. You want something in your cunt to take care of that itch, right?" he asked, sliding the poker up, up toward her pussy.
Pam held her breath, not caring what brought her off at this point. Something, anything, to ease her tightness down there!
CHAPTER TEN
Pamela shuddered and moaned, turning her head away from the big man. He was still teasing her, toying with her mind. He wasn't going to touch her there. He wasn't going to satisfy her ... not yet, not until she had become a raging animal ready to tear through the bonds to satisfy her raging lust.
Juice spattered out of her cunt, slicking down the light brown curls of her pussy.
Then Jeff laughed loudly, gripping the iron hard and shoving the letter hard against her cuntlips.
Her knuckles whitened while her toes fanned out until they cramped. She raised her ass off the table as much as she could, slamming it hard against the splintery wood again and again.
He had done it! He had touched her pussy with that awful thing, making her feel such wonderful sensations sparking in her cunt! She drew her knees apart, wishing she could help her uncle, help him fuck her with that cold branding iron.
And behind her the crackling of the charcoal added to the overall horror and wonder of the scene.
"Yeaaaagghghhhhhh!" she wailed.
He had rammed part of that awful iron in! She could feel the cold iron touching her slick cuntal walls, that coldness starting a wild series of spasms racing through her cunt. Her pussy was contracting, grabbing hold of that iron and milking it as if it were a good hard stiff cock. Cock! Cock!
If she closed her eyes and pretended real hard, Pam could think of a prick fucking her now, pistoning in and out of her cunthole, touching her clit, making her feel satisfied, wanted, needed!
Cumming! Cumming!
She was going to cum! Orgasm! Climax! Thoughts of cumming raced through her mind as her uncle moved that branding iron in and around her cunt.
"Oooooohhhhh!"
Uncle Jeff twisted it around, nearly burying the entire letter B in her cunthole.
Then Pamela was cumming, climaxing with that branding iron inside her. The terrible poker slipped in deeper. More wild spasms raced through her cunt.
She arched her back, her shoulderblades wallowing against the table top. Her ankles beat against the rough edge while her arms pulled and tugged.
Again and again that awful iron letter raked over her clit. She screamed louder. Her orgasm flushed over her cunt, making her breathing raspy, shallow, sounding as if she were about to die.
"Oh, ohhhhh...." she gasped.
Pamela sobbed with pleasure, tightened her cuntal muscles on the cold, brutal iron. More explosions went off in her body. And each explosion, each violent climax built to a higher pitch. It was one of the most satisfying climaxes she had had in her short, young sex life. And still he was turning that awful thing, twisting it around and around in her pussy while she came and came and came!
This was wonderful, exciting beyond words. She never thought something this brutal, this threatening, could drive her so wild.
"Oh please, please...."she begged.
She wanted him fucking her harder, driving that iron rod up into her belly, into her throat! She wanted to be skewered by that cold hunk of gray iron! The thought of it hurting her more, of it spearing into her body, sent her cunt muscles off into another series of mind-blowing spasms. She felt those muscles gripping the iron hard, making it move against her uncle's clenching fingers.
"Shit, she's goin' nuts," Uncle Jeff said, surprised at his niece's sexual violence.
Crazy, insane! She was going mad, nuts in her uncle's words. That had to be the reason for her depravity, for her mindless fucking as she jerked her cunt up and down, gobbling up the cold iron poker.
"Ffffuuuuuccccckkk!" Pamela screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Don't worry, baby, things are gonna be real good, better even," Jeff said, pulling the iron branding poker from her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh...." Pamela felt so strange, so empty!
The climax, that awful rushing of feelings that had driven her to the edge of madness, had taken the edge off her sexuality for the moment. Reality began to settle over her brain. She saw the men standing around the grill, saw Jeff laying the poker on the top and watching the iron slowly turn a gray white, then a red.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" she moaned, her eyes watching the poker grow hotter and hotter, turn a brighter red.
Pam knew what her uncle was going to do. Branding! This time she could tell Jeff and Al weren't going to back away as they had with the knife outside. They were going all the way.
Sweat oozed from every pore as she twisted against the groaning ropes.
"Soon, Al," Jeff muttered.
Al paced back and forth while he waited for the iron to heat. He cracked his knuckles, looking at the girl, then looking at her uncle, his eyes finally drifting back to the heating poker. He licked his lips, wanting to be the first one to brand Pam.
"I think it's ready. Get a shot of the iron, then her belly. No faces, man ... leastwise, right now," Jeff ordered, smiling as he raised the iron and examined the red-hot tip.
"Yeah, yeah!" Al agreed.
Pam lay there, her eyes wide as she saw the tip coming toward her. Behind it was the horrible smile of her uncle, grinning with evil.
Pamela struggled, the ropes cutting her wrists and ankles as she let out a long, low, steady groan. That tip-it was red, the shaft closest to the letter a dull white.
Jeff was holding the iron by the protective wooden handle, holding it now over her belly. Even from that distance she could feel the heat warming her flesh.
"Don't, oh don't!" she shrieked.
A flash, and then another one. More pictures! Her hideous uncle was capitalizing on her horror, on her pain. She'd appear in several magazines in dirty books as a victim of his perversion!
"That's it, baby, move it around, beg me to stop," Jeff whispered, his hand shaking with lust. "You don't like this cock? You don't want to feel it inside you?"
"Please, please, I'll do anything!" she screamed.
Pam's head was shaking as if she had palsy. Spasms passed through her shoulders, making her tits draw up. Once more her nipples hardened, glowing as red as the heated branding iron. The eruptions passed through her thighs and entered her cunt.
"Of course you'll do any fuckin' thing I want after this thing cools down. But you ain't afraid ... I can see that. Man, your tits are swellin' up, baby. You dig this kinda thing. Come on, admit it. You want me to hurt you real bad with this mother. I can see it in your eyes," Jeff whispered, smiling at her.
"No, no, you're crazy!" she panted, her eyes rounding with terror.
"Too bad you can't face it. It's all right, though," Jeff said, glancing at the tip of the branding iron and seeing that it was cooling down. "I know you know the truth, baby. This here's gonna bring it out a little better for you."
Jeff dropped the iron slowly toward her twisting body.
"No!" Pamela tried willing that awful thing away from her. "Oh, my Jesus ... no, no ... don't ... don't let that thing touch me!"
The room filled with excitement, with anticipation. Her eyes widened, her forehead wrinkling while her nostrils flared like those of a frightened mare. Pain, burning. The very thought sent her panting with terror.
Lower and lower that awful thing dropped until it was only an inch from her belly.
She cried out, gritting her teeth. She could smell the tiny fuzzy hairs on her belly singeing, burning under the incredible heat of the branding iron. She twisted to the right, to the left, pulling hard on the ropes until her muscles cramped with the strain. More sweat poured from her pores, slicking down her belly, desperately trying to cool her overheated flesh.
"A picture, damn it!" Jeff muttered.
Another flash!
How she hated these men, hated them with all her heart. Snapping her head to one side, Pam didn't want to look at her own branding. Then the thought of not knowing when her uncle would drop that terrible thing to her belly overwhelmed her. Whatever he would do to her, she had to watch, to see!
Grunting, she forced herself to turn around, to watch her own undoing.
"Uuuughhhhh!" she groaned.
Uncle Jeff lowered the iron a little more. The heat warmed her flesh, slowly creating a dark red circle around her belly button.
Pamela squirmed, strands of brown hair clinging to her cheeks and forehead. She looked like a wild woman transfixed by horror while awaiting her execution.
Pamela waited, nearly pissing once more from the terror. Every nerve-ending was alive.
And then it happened!
Jeff dropped the glowing letter to her flesh, moving it to her tender thighs. The singeing heat turned her flesh red.
Up, up it moved, up toward her cunt.
Pamela couldn't scream, couldn't do anything. She opened her mouth but nothing except air rushed out. Her face blanched, her fingers fanning out and trembling while her body trembled. More air rushed from her mouth as she tried to voice her horror, her agony.
"Yeahhhh...." Al sighed.
Her cunthairs burned, shriveling into black curls. There was the bitter stench of the burned hair, the dried cum.
And yet that odor aroused them. Both Jeff and his niece shook with the insane pleasure of the act. His hands shook, the branding iron wobbled in his fingers. And his cock-that cunt-splitting cock-was pressing up against the front of his Levi's, tenting up the faded material.
"Got it!"
Another picture!
"Eeaaggghghhhhhh!" With a heart-rending shriek Pamela gave voice to her terror and pain as the iron continued its trip toward her cunt.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Ohhhh!"
There it was, a faint red B on her left thigh! Pamela could hardly believe it! Her vacation had turned into a branding session with her as the calf, roped and bound there in the cellar of her uncle's house.
And yet he was still moving that iron toward her cunt. The heat had baked her crotch, burning into her convulsing hole without touching any flesh now.
"Aaaahahhhh!" Again she was going to cum, going to climax!
"Go for it, Pam. Come on, go for it! Show me you're a real member of the family."
"Stop this, stop this," she moaned.
Jeff knew. He knew what she wanted and he kept the iron there. The heat curled into her pussy, passing through the tightening fist of clenching muscle, searching for and finding her clit.
Pam groaned, jerking her head from side to side. It was like a tiny mouth, sucking on the tiny organ, licking and tonguing it, pinching it with all that heat. Yet it never touched that bloated little fleshy trigger.
"No ... eeeeeaaayyyaghhh!"
Another orgasm, another climax!
She screamed and begged for mercy, yet at this moment Pam could only think about fucking-about the kind of wild fucking her uncle was involved in.
"Love it, baby, love it," Jeff gasped.
His hand shook more and more, the burning letter B nearly touching her cuntlips.
"Yes! Yes!" she spat out.
There! She had admitted it! She had told him the awful truth, a truth she hadn't been able to face until this moment.
Looking up through tears, she saw her uncle smiling with triumph. How she hated him, how she hated herself for having admitted the truth!
Then that awful poker was drawn back.
Pam quivered, almost wishing she could reach out and grab that awful burning tip.
Jeff moved the iron around, throwing the branding iron back into the grill. Sparks shot up from the grill, and smoke circled the two of them while Al took photos of the scene.
"Fuck you. That's what you need right now, a good hard dick," Jeff exclaimed.
Jeff unzipped his trousers, not even bothering to slip them down over his knees. He was working his fingers around his cock, moving them up and down, jerking them from side to side until his prick was up to full thickness and length.
"Oh, oh!" How she wanted that, wanted his cock shoved hard and fast inside her!
He was on top of the panting girl in a moment, his fingers pinching her tits, his fingernails lightly flicking her nipples.
"Oh, oh, ohhh!" Pam gasped.
A forbidden heaven! That's what she was living through. It was nothing but a piece of the divine, something she would treasure all her life. She could hear her uncle's labored breathing, feel his body pressing hers against the table top.
Thoughts of her first fuck, of that terrible vaginal enema, of the belting, the knife, of the wild fuck outside by the tree, rushed through her mind. And the branding, the touch of that iron against her thighs, her pussy! She could still feel the sting of where the letter had burned itself into her flesh.
And now Uncle Jeff was on top of her, his body moving against hers, his cock rubbing up against her thigh flesh searching out her pussy.
He was biting her nipples, tearing at them while his fingers squeezed her white titmounds cruelly.
Pam thrashed and shrieked, thinking she was going to go mad right there.
Wedging his body between her thighs, he reached down and milked her cuntlips greedily against one another, sighing when he touched her clit and found it wiggling of its own accord against his wrist.
Nothing, nothing in the whole world could compare to this!
Pam winced. That touch, all that pinching, it was so electrifying. There were painfully sweet spasms tearing through her body, centering on her lust-bloated pussy.
Uncle Jeff was easing his cock in, letting the head pick up the slickness oozing from her cuntlips. Slowly, gradually his dick spread apart her cuntal walls.
It was happening. After all this, after the beating, the branding, the burning, she was finally getting fucked. It was so good having his cock inside her, spreading her open!
"Oh God!" she gasped.
Each movement he made, every inch of prickmeat he squeezed into her tightening cunt, was ecstasy. It was a meaty driving wedge of muscle that set off fires of heaven and hell inside her. She was going to orgasm once more!
"Oh God!" she shouted loudly.
Somehow she managed to hold back her orgasm. She was going to wait, wait until everything reached its peak.
Jeff was doing it, doing everything for her. She could feel him becoming more and more frantic in his moves, more exciting. His touch was making her go through all kinds of hellish delight. Pam jerked to match his rhythm. But, because of the straining bonds, she couldn't move too well.
"Oh God, untie me, let me fuck with you ... lemme ... uughhhh!"
How dry her mouth was-just like cotton. Her armpits were damp with sweat while the lips of her cunt and the tips of her tits throbbed. Her cuntal and asshole muscles pulsed.
She wanted to scream, but couldn't seem to get the wind in her lungs.
Pam's wrists and ankles burned as she strained from side to side, tearing at the ropes, wanting to hold onto Uncle Jeff as hard as she could.
"Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!" she wailed.
It was wonderful, absolutely wonderful! She bit her tongue, drawing blood. How she wanted to suck that thing, have another cock fucking her in the ass. Something, anything, to increase the already heavy flow of her juices, of the friction blinding her to everything except her uncle's prick.
"Fuck it out, baby. Yeah, yeah, show your old Uncle Jeff your stuff," he groaned in her ear.
"Ahhhhhhh, burn me up, you fucker ... tear me apart!" she shrieked.
Pam felt like an animal. She could only think of fucking-only wanted to think of fucking.
"Give it to her, man!" Al screamed from behind the camera.
But neither of them thought of Al now. They were too wrapped up in one another, their bodies grinding against one another.
She thought of cocks-hundreds of them, all of them fucking her at the same time. Lots and lots of men fucking her at the same time, all wanting her tight young cunt!
"Yaaaggghhhhhhhh!"
She felt his mouth sliding onto her mouth, his tongue spearing down, nearly touching the back of her throat. He was pistoning his cock faster and faster, the material of his Levi's scratching against her injured thighs.
More, more! Pam wanted more friction, more cockmeat trenching out her cunthole!
"Cummmmmmmm!" she screamed.
The young girl couldn't tell who was saying or screaming what. She just felt his prick going faster and faster until it was like a piston. And her clit! It was throbbing so hard it was like a tuning fork, vibrating so hard that it threatened to tear loose.
And then she came-long, hard, throbbing. The eruptions were ferocious, a volcano that set her belly writhing in short rapid jerks.
Pam felt her ass tightening, relaxing, thumping against the table top. The edge of the table cut into her ass flesh as Jeff drilled into her cunt.
"Fuck!" Jeff threw himself onto her, pinching, scratching, clawing at her like a maddened tiger.
She could feel his jizz scalding her cuntal walls, eating into them like acid. It was wonderful, beautiful!
"Ohhhh...." Pam lay there totally exhausted, hovering between life and death, it seemed.
Jeff climbed off, wet, smiling, wide-eyed and gasping. He buttoned his shirt, slipping his cock back into his Levi's and zipping them shut.
Pam couldn't take her eyes off him. How she wanted him in her again and again, wanted him doing all these horrible, wonderful things to her.
"Gonna be some good shots outta this," Al said, panting.
"No," Jeff said, putting one hand in front of the approaching scrawny rancher. "We can get the whores from town for this shit. I'm gonna keep these-kinda like insurance, makin' sure my niece here comes up for more visits to us."
Pam groaned.
"And now you gotta get back to bed. You still got some days left of vacation here, and we want you to heal up."
Uncle Jeff scooped her up in his arms and carried her back upstairs, leaving Al panting like a frustrated dog behind.
"It's wrong, so wrong," she mumbled into her uncle's chest as he carried her upstairs.
"You just keep tellin' yourself that, baby, if it makes you feel good," Jeff said, maneuvering her through the kitchen, heading for the stairs.
Yes, yes, she was being forced into this. It was something she really didn't want, didn't like. She would tell herself that, anything to keep from facing the truth.
More, oh more, Pamela thought, burying her head in her uncle's chest as they slowly climbed the narrow stairs to her bedroom.
