Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. Both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
CHAINED, TRAINED FAMILY, one family finds itself in just a situation. Held captive in an isolated castle dungeon, they not only meet their captors' sexual demands but, to their horror, find themselves responding to them.
The family is forced to indulge in acts that are not only forbidden by society, but also by their own moral code. Yet, in spite of their shame, they turn the experience into a positive one, uniting them as a family.
This is a shocking story, the story of one family's reaction under stress. Yet who are we to judge their response?
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Becky was the first one taken, and it was really was kind of stupid. She shouldn't have wandered off from the others like that, particularly in a place such as this, But, after all, they had thought they were alone and who could have expected something to happen.
The family shouldn't have been in there at all, but they had come so far out of the way. The long drive through northern New England had grown a hundred miles longer just so Billy could see the castle. And, when they got there, it was deserted without a soul in sight. Surely no one would mind, since the side door was open, if they just took a little peek around. They certainly couldn't hurt anything in the dusty old relic hauled from Europe and reconstructed on American soil.
It seemed so innocent, at least until Becky wandered off. And it was when she walked into one of the gigantic bedrooms that she got the scare of her young life.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" a harsh male voice growled at her from the shadows in one corner of the room.
Becky jerked to a stop a couple of feet inside the door, so surprised and frightened by the challenge that she almost pissed her pants.
Frantically, she glanced around. At first she saw no one, then a bulky form stepped from the shadows. It was a burly man at least three inches taller than her father and built like the side of a barn. He wore old, patched brown trousers and a faded plaid shirt unbuttoned almost to the navel. Thick, curly hair on his chest seemed to blossom from the shirt. The hair on his head was a dusty brown, uncombed and shaggy, and there was a brutal-looking leer on his face.
Debby took a step backward, then rough, sinewy arms wrapped around her body. Someone had come into the room behind her and grabbed her while her attention was on the other man. Thick forearms jabbed harshly into her titties beneath the loose halter top, making her squeal as she was picked up from the floor.
"Well, Carl," a gravelly voice rattled almost in her ear, "I leave you for five minutes, and I come back here and you've got a little bitch in the bedroom with you. How the fuck do you get all the luck?"
"Shit, Bart, how the hell do I know? I heard her coming and ducked back into the shadows, and she walked in here like she owned the goddamn place." Bart stared at Becky, crooking one eyebrow and peering out of an eye that looked as dark as a pit. "You ain't one of the owners of this hellhole, are you?"
Becky twisted her head back and forth.
"No!" she finally managed to gasp. "My family and I are just visiting."
"Fucking place is closed, bitch!" he snarled.
"I-I know," Becky whimpered. "I'm sorry. If you'll just let me go, I'll get the rest of my family and leave."
Her tits were aching from the pressure. The arms wrapped around her mashed into the fleshy mounds and pressed her tit-flesh against the bones of her chest. "Let me down, please!"
"Put her down, Bart," the man called Carl suddenly ordered, waving his hand back toward the far side of the room. "Throw her on the goddamn bed and let's take a close look at what we've found."
There was nothing she could do. The arms tightened around her, mashing the air out of her lungs. Her tits felt like they had been smashed.
Roughly, she was carried across the room and dumped heavily onto the mattress of a narrow canopied bed. As soon as her back hit the bedcovers, she sucked air into her chest and began to scream. A ham-like fist crashed down into her bare abdomen beneath the skimpy halter top, driving into her gut.
Air exploded out of her lungs. Her belly muscles cramped as if struck by a baseball bat and bright spots whirled in front of her eyes. For a second, she thought she would pass out, but then her mind cleared and she was staring up at the two crude-looking men.
Carl leaned over and shook a fist up against her nose. "You make one more sound, bitch, and I'll knock out all of your teeth! That little love tap ain't even a start on what you'll get if you don't keep your mouth shut!"
Becky bit her lower lip and trembled on the bed.
Bart stood next to Carl in blue jeans and black T-shirt, and looked like a football player searching for an opponent to hit. His sandy hair was cropped unevenly close to his head as if a blind person had taken shears to it and hacked at it unseen. The features of his face looked twisted, and his nose had been broken and mashed almost back into his face. Neither of the two men had shaved in several days, and they looked more at home on a chain gang than in a rangy old castle hidden back in the hills.
"She ain't nothing but a kid!" Bart laughed, leaning in close to get a better look.
Becky squirmed on the bed, trying to crawl away from their lewdly staring eyes.
Carl reached down and grabbed the ankle of her bare left leg and hauled her back.
Becky felt almost naked. The warm summer afternoon had chased her into the thin eggshell-white halter and a pair of brown short-shorts. The material of the shorts fit her like a second skin, clutching her firm little asscheeks tightly. Sprawled on her back, she knew the crotch of the shorts creased along the slit of her pussy, showing the impression of her golden-haired cunt mound. The firm nipples of her growing tits pressed hard against the inside of the halter, showing bumps in the material and revealing that she wore no bra underneath.
Becky was a small girl, barely two inches above five feet, and then only when she stood on her tiptoes when they had measured her in gym. By jumping on the scales, she could make the indicator read a hundred pounds, but she knew it would be another year or two-and maybe a thousand milk shakes-before she would ever make that weight on her own. her blonde hair was the color of straw, cropped against her ears so it wouldn't fly while she was playing in the summer soccer league back home. Her body was a high-school boy's wet dream, and the two men were getting their eyes full.
"Gag her and let's take a real close look at this cunt," Carl snarled to his friend, his brown eyes on fire with lust and desire.
"My parents and brother are here!" Becky said frantically. "You can't get by with this!"
"It's a big place." Carl laughed evilly. "We'll get around to them in a few minutes, but first we're going to see what you have to offer."
Bart was all over her, stuffing a dirty rag into her mouth, then he tied a drawstring from the drapes tightly around her face to keep the gag into place.
When she tried to twist away, Carl once more crashed a meaty fist into her unprotected abdomen. This time Becky did pass out, but only for a few seconds, and when she came back around, it was the gleam of cold steel before her face.
"You take a good look at this," Carl said, slowly twisting the long, slender blade of the knife before her eyes. "Just think about what it could do to that pretty little face, not to mention your little tits."
He dipped the knife and flicked the tip against the end of her nose.
Becky squealed through the gag as the blade nicked her and a small drop of blood formed on her nose.
The knife floated down past her chin, then Becky felt it slip under the draw-string at the bottom of the halter. With a twist of Carl's wrist, the sharp knife sliced through the material and both sides of the halter fell away from Becky's succulent little tits.
"Jeez!" Bart hissed. "They're just little ones! Those tits look only half-formed!"
Becky's face reddened. Maybe her tits did too. She didn't look, just squeezed her eyes tightly closed. She was proud of her tits, and she didn't like the dirty men talking about them like that. She wanted to scream out that her tits were considered to be the cutest in gym class, but the gag stifled her along with the memory of the knife. The thought of that gleaming, sharp blade sent chills down her spine.
The swollen nipples of Becky's tits were erect, and the surface of the halo was only slightly darker than the surrounding skin. Her nipples were like knobs, disproportionately out of size, and the nubs of her nipples jutted straight up into the air. Since her tits had first begun to grow, they had tingled constantly. The size of u her tit-mounds was barely more than overturned teacups, and her tight tit-flesh jiggled on her chest as Becky squirmed against the mattress.
"I like them like that!" Carl laughed, reaching down and grabbing Becky's right tit with his left hand.
Fingers bit deeply into her tender tit, and Becky moaned from the agony that the pinch had caused. Her eyes came open and she stared up at Carl's face, which was twisted into a crooked grin as if he enjoyed causing pain. Before his hand departed, his fingers caught her nipple and twisted the sensitive tit-crown until the young girl whimpered and arched up from the bed.
"Shit, she likes it!" Bart almost giggled. "See how her body reaches up for more!"
Becky crashed back to the bed, adding more pain to her tortured nipple. At least she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of thinking she was being turned on to the awful things they were doing.
Then cold steel touched the inside of one of her thighs. Her legs stiffened, then her whole body went rigid. She trembled, her mind going wild over the thought of the damage the blade could do.
Carl brushed the sharp edge up her thigh, then the steel ran through the crotch of her shorts.
Becky could feel the flat edge of the blade brushing across the mound of her cunt, and she tried to hold still so it wouldn't slice into her pussy-lips.
The sharp blade twisted upward. With one flick, it cut out the crotch of her shorts. Becky wore no panties and she knew her cunt was exposed.
Carl wrapped the front flap of her shorts in his left hand and cut it away with the knife. Now, only the waistband of her shorts was across her belly and everything below was revealed. Her pussy was completely open to their eyes, and a bitter shame gripped her guts. Not even her brother had seen her cunt since the pussy hair had started to grow and Becky was humiliated to the core.
"There ain't enough cunt muff there for one little bite of hair pie!" Bart laughed again, looking between Becky's legs.
Her pussy hair was as fair as that of her head, trailing along the edges of her cunt slit. Her pussy hair was so pale and thin that it did nothing to hide the pouting lips of her pussy, which looked like a vertical smile just waiting for a kiss.
"That's the best fucking pussy I've seen in a year!" Carl hissed. "I'm gonna get me some of that cunt!"
Becky's eyes grew as big as saucers. Surely they weren't going to do that! Her little pussy was still virgin, even her finger hadn't been all the way inside, and she was frightened by the thought of some man's prick ripping into her cunt-hole. Her maidenhead was still in place, and it stopped her fingertip each time she played with her cunt.
Becky had never seen an erect cock, but she knew it would be bigger than a finger, and she had no desire to find out how much larger it would be. Again, she tried to scramble away on the bed, but Carl grabbed her and pulled her back.
"Get up on the bed and pin her down," Carl told Bart, and the bulky man complied.
Bart placed his knees down on Becky's biceps, pinning them to the mattress, then he leaned forward and grabbed both of her tits. His fingers bit into her tender tit-flesh, causing pain all the way inside. Becky moaned as she was trapped solidly in place.
Carl grabbed both of her legs and twisted them until her ass was barely on the bed. He dropped her ankles and her feet crashed to the floor. He stood only a couple of feet from the edge of the mattress with his body wedged between her legs.
"You ever seen a big cock?" he asked with a lewd laugh. "You probably just suck and fuck little boys' dicks. Well, I'm gonna show you the prick of a real man, bitch, then you're gonna swallow it up your cunt!"
She tried to scream, but it came out as a muffled groan.
Carl was twisting at his belt, then his trousers fell to the floor. He also wore no underwear and a throbbing cock leaped into sight. It was already as hard as a bar of steel, jutting up from his hairy, hanging balls.
It couldn't be real! Becky's mind was in a whirl. The prick that jerked before her was at least eight inches long and as thick as her wrist. She never would have believed that a man's prick could be so big, and she knew it would never be able to go into her tiny cunt. Her little pussy just wouldn't stretch that far, particularly with her maidenhead in place.
Becky wanted to scream for her father and mother, to beg them to come to her rescue. They and her brother were somewhere in the old mansion, probably unaware that she was even gone. And here she was, only rooms away, her clothes in tatters while she was threatened with a cock as big as a club.
Her summer vacation had suddenly turned into a madness that Becky didn't want to believe was happening. But the more she stared, the more it became certain that Carl's throbbing fuck pole was for real. And the terrible man was threatening to fuck his cock into her narrow pussy and rip her cunthole apart.
Becky tried to fight, but she was quickly subdued, Bart's knees pinning her in place.
"Look at this pussy-punisher!" Carl hissed, his hand wrapped around the base of his prick, shaking it like it was a stick. The swollen knob of his cock looked like an angry, purple apple with an evil-looking piss-slit.
He stepped closer, pawing at her pussy. One thick finger found the mouth of her cunt-hole and thrust into her dry, narrow channel. His fingertip rammed painfully against the tautness of her cherry, stretching it as he tried to push the finger farther in.
"She's a fucking virgin!" Carl laughed loudly, poking his finger again up her cunthole. "I'm going to draw blood with my horny prick!"
He's really going to do it! Becky thought frantically as his hot, rubbery cockhead rubbed against her pussy-slit. Then the swollen end of his prick lodged against the opening of her cunthole. Becky gasped behind the gag. It was as if a whole fist was lined up with her pussy channel, threatening to tear her cunt apart.
"Okay, bitch!" Carl snarled. "Get ready for your first bloody fuck! I'm going to tear that cherry right out of your cunthole with my fuck club of a prick!" Pain ripped through her pussy.
His whole cockhead was jammed in with one thrust. His prick rammed against the maidenhead in her cunthole, brutally stretching the membrane of skin.
"It's a tight goddamn pussy!" Carl cursed. "Hold her down, Bart, while I rip this little bitch's cherry!"
It hurt almost too much to be believed. Becky thrashed from side to side. The mouth of her cunthole was stretched, burning as if it had been set on fire. The walls of her pussy channel were stretched tight, pulled taut by the pressure on her maidenhead. Where the membrane connected there was acid-like pain as resistance began to give way.
Then, suddenly, there was a knife blade of intense agony spearing deep in her cunt. Inside, something tore in a white flash of pain. All eight inches of thick, throbbing cock were quickly buried in her cunt-hole as the barrier of her virginity was ripped away.
"Aaargh!" Becky growled through the gag, almost choking on the pain.
She was speared by more than a half-foot of fuck pole, and she wondered frantically whether she would die. Never had anything hurt even half as much as the torture of his raping prick.
"Jeez, Bart-you wouldn't believe it!" Carl groaned in intense pleasure as he pistoned his prick into Becky's bleeding cunt. "This fucking pussy is squeezing my cock like a vise!"
A ring of pressure from her clasping cunt mouth rode up and down the shaft of his prick. At first the skin of his fuck pole had been pulled almost painfully by the dry walls of the pussy channel, but slowly, Becky's body protected itself with natural juices, which combined with her blood to grease the way for his fucking cock.
The tearing pain in her cunthole was now becoming bearable pressure as her pussy channel was stretched wide. Her fuck pit opened to the task it was designed for and began accepting his plundering prick.
Becky was still wracked by the agony in her mind, but her body had begun to react. Pussy juices flowed to ease the pressure until her cunt was a well-oiled machine. She wasn't aware of it, but her ass had begun to hump, meeting each pounding fuck-stroke. Something about the motion was almost instinctual, easing the battering at the deep end of her cunt.
"She's fucking me like a pro!" Carl exclaimed, hammering his long, hard prick into Becky's inexperienced pussy. "This young bitch has the makings of a first-class whore!"
His words are through her tortured mind like acid. She was being raped, and she wanted to scream, but the gag choked her. Shame poured through her at the thought that the evil man might think she was enjoying the plundering of her own little bleeding pussy. She bore down with her cunt muscles to try to force his prick out.
"That's it, bitch!" he howled. "Squeeze down on my prick and make me cum!"
Even her efforts to resist were turning against her! All she was doing was making it more enjoyable for the terrible man. But try as she may to make her body go limp and unresponsive, her cunt muscles continued to clench and thrust. Her cunthole clamped down tightly around the shaft of his cock.
"Bleed on my goddamn prick, cunt!" he hissed, ramming his prickhead against the closed mouth of her womb. "Give me some more of your virgin blood!"
If she could have willed it, she would have died. Her shame and humiliation were complete. All of her childish thoughts of saving herself for marriage were now totally gone-the dirty, male prick of some foul-breathed rapist had ripped all of it away.
"I'm going to cum!" Carl shouted, arching his back to bury his cockhead against the deep end of her pussy channel. "This tight cunt is wringing out my balls!"
"Fuck her!" Bart growled as he leaned over Becky's body to watch the brutal rape of her pussy. "Fill her cunthole with gallons of spunk!"
The cockshaft in her pussy seemed to swell, the cockhead blossoming like a mushroom. Then wet gobs of sticky, hot jism rocketed into her cunt.
Carl growled like an animal as he thrust against her, burying his prick all the way. Each time a wave of cum tore down the shaft, he howled in unbelievable pleasure.
Becky was nearly delirious. Sensations like electricity were sparking through her pussy. Something about the splash of cum in her cunthole made her pussy grip and tremble. White light blinded her eyes and a bonfire seemed to burn at the base of her spine. Her lower body felt like a powder keg that someone had just ignited. Then something exploded, making her shriek into the gag.
Her mind grappled at the thought that it was pain that she was feeling, unable to accept that the rape had brought her pleasure. Even when it was over and she was gasping for breath, the pain left her weak and sucking desperately for air.
CHAPTER TWO
They took them in turn, each as they wandered alone.
First Billy followed Becky, then Edna, their mother, and finally Fred, their father. By the time they were through, Carl and Bart had captured all four members of the family.
The two men stood, hands on hips, and surveyed their catch.
"Here we were wondering what to do for excitement around this dusty old castle," Carl laughed sadistically, "and now we have us a whole bunch of toys!"
There was a dungeon beneath the old castle and each member of the family had been taken there-Becky after she had been brutally fucked, then everyone else as they had been captured. All four were now confined by chains along one wall, their hands lifted high above them with their wrists locked into clamps at the end of the links hanging from the ceiling. They could stand, but none of them could move away from the cold stone behind their backs.
Of the four, Becky was the only one naked, her tattered clothing having been ripped from her body. She hung there, naked tits and cunt for anyone to see. Beside her was her brother, a year older and two inches taller, Becky's nemesis in the family. The two of them fought like cats and dogs for the attention of their parents.
On the other side of Billy was their mother, Edna, an older, more mature, version of Becky. Edna also was fair-haired, tips of her tresses draping to the middle of her back. At the other end was Fred, their father, a slight man who stood six feet tall. His hair and eyes were the brown of the earth, and his sinewy movements had always turned Becky on. Many a night she had fingered her pussy wondering what it would be like to fuck his long cock.
"Hey!" the larger, clumsier Bart exclaimed. "You fucked the little bitch, but I ain't had no fucking and sucking. My cock is still hammering hard from waiting to cum!"
Fred fought against the chains. "You better let us go. You can't get by with this. Someone is sure to come and you'll find yourselves in jail."
Carl stepped up to him, pulling the knife from his pocket. A small button on the side of the handle caused the blade to snap into place. He held the tip of the sharp knife up to his neck.
"There isn't anybody going to come," he snarled. "You broke into this place just like we did, and the owner is off on some fancy vacation overseas. When we heard they would be gone for three months, we decided to make it our home. And they ain't coming back for another two months, so you better get it out of your head that anyone's going to rescue your ass!"
Was it true? Becky wondered as fear gripped her guts. She had only been captive for little more than an hour and already terror had struck. She couldn't conceive of a full day under their domination and Carl was talking about two months. It was as if she were in some low-budget horror movie. Unfortunately, the chill of the air in the dank dungeon and the discomfort of her wrists in the clamps made her brutally aware that everything was certainly for real.
Carl stepped back and punched his friend lightly in the ribs. "You can make your cock spurt. But first I want to see a little show."
He used his knife to flick off the buttons of Billy's shirt, then jerked the boy's feet from the ground. His hands knocked off the shoes, then stripped the jeans from Billy's legs. The underwear came off with the outer garment, leaving Billy's cock and nuts hanging free.
"Unchain the little bitch," Carl said. "If she's been acting like a little sister, she ain't been very nice to her brother. Now she's going to make it up to him by sucking his prick and balls."
"I-I can't do that!" Becky whimpered, but Bart was already freeing her hands.
When the last of the clamps let go, she collapsed to her knees. The hard stone of the floor bruised them and she winced from the pain.
A large hand snarled in her hair, jerking her to her feet. By pulling on her hair, Bart stretched her neck and made it hard for her to breathe.
"You're gonna do whatever the fuck Carl says!" Bart hissed. "If he says you're gonna suck your brother's cock, you better start eating prick meat."
The threat lay heavily in his voice, and there was always Carl's knife. And there was nobody to protect the young girl from the two men if she didn't do what they said. The only other people around for miles were chained to the wall.
Bart pulled her over in front of her brother by yanking on her hair. Then a large hand on her shoulder forced her to her knees again. She was facing her brother's naked legs and groin, and his randy cock was hanging there before her eyes. Billy's prick wasn't nearly as big as the one that had fucked her, and it hung limply down over his balls.
"Hey, kid," Carl laughed at the newly naked Billy, "you want your sister to suck your cock? Let her wallow it around with her tongue then fuck your prick meat with her mouth?"
Becky glanced up at her brother's face. There was fear there but also the look of lust. When she looked back down at his prick, it had swollen slightly and was starting to jerk.
Becky trembled. Was she really expected to take that thing into her mouth? Billy's cock was dangling there obscenely almost right in her face. And now, since his prick had started swelling, it had almost doubled in size. The shaft of his cock now arched rather than drooped and his cockhead was starting to lift. Becky was startled that her brother could be turned on while hanging there in the chains. But his hardening cock was an indication that he was getting excited at the thought of having his sister suck his prick.
"Get busy, bitch!" Carl snarled, waving the knife in her direction. "I want to see that cock disappear into your mouth."
"Mommie!" Becky whined, glancing over frantically at her mother.
But the older woman could do nothing to keep Becky from having to suck her brother's cock.
A rough hand cracked Becky on the back of her head and knocked her face against Billy's prick. The slab of fuck muscle slapped her cheek alongside her nose. Then fingers snarled in her hair again, making her gasp from the pain. While her mouth was open, she was forced onto her brother's prick.
Cockmeat slid between her lips. She gulped at the size of it and closed down with her mouth. On her tongue, hte long cockshaft thickened and hardened when it felt the hot, wet grip of her mouth. Quickly her brother's prick became a raging fuck weapon bumping against the opening to her throat.
Becky backed off slightly, returning the swollen cockhead to her lips and the tip of her tongue. The flesh on the knobby end was different from the skin that covered the rest of his prick, more rubbery and slippery from her spit than the rest of the cock.
Becky had been horrified at the thought of how the awful thing would taste, but now she found that it wasn't bad at all. It was no different than sucking her thumb, except for the tremendous size. Even then, it was much smaller than the cock that had fucked her pussy. Just the thought of Carl's monstrous prick stretching her jaws was enough to frighten her half to death. It was bad enough having Billy's smaller cock fucking into her face without making matters even worse.
"Look at her gobble cock!" Carl exclaimed, leaning close to see the prick in her mouth. "This girl likes to be fucked in every one of her tight little holes."
Becky felt her face go scalding red. Even her titties burned from the shame. Her parents and Billy must have known what had happened when they saw her naked in the chains. Still, it was the first time something had actually been said about her being fucked. And the way the man was telling it, her parents would think that she had actually enjoyed being raped.
Becky tried to pull away from her brother's mouth-stuffing prick to cry out to her mother and father. But as soon as she tried to get away from the cock between her lips, Bart shoved again on the back of her head. The spearing shaft of Billy's prick jammed clear to her tonsils and made the tortured girl gag. For a second she thought she would throw up all over her brother's cock, then she got her stomach back into place.
Her naked brother groaned from the deep penetration as his prick sank deeply into his sister's mouth. The wet heat surrounding his cock almost drove him wild as his little sister sucked on his cock. He had often jerked off until cum shot into the air while imagining fucking Becky's face. And now it was happening just as he had imagined, except for the chains holding his hands. Right then he didn't care that the while family was captive as long as his horny prick was sucked. He thrust forward with his hips, spearing his cockhead to Becky's throat.
"The little fucker is getting turned on," Bart laughed as the boy groaned and jammed his prick into Becky's face. "He's fucking her mouth like he's been doing it all his life."
Becky felt humiliated. Not only was she being face-fucked, it was happening right there for everyone to see. Her own mother and father could see their son's prick sliding wetly in and out of their daughter's mouth. She wanted to collapse down onto the stone floor, but the memory of the knife kept her locked in place. She had no doubt that Carl would make good on his threat to carve up her face and tits. No matter how much the thought of sucking her brother's prick disgusted her, she would have to do it to save herself. Surely her parents would understand that she really wanted no part of this unnatural act.
Above her, Becky's mother groaned. Edna was shocked by what she was seeing. She watched, horrified, as her young daughter's mouth was fucked. Billy's cock was now throbbing hard and pistoning into Becky's face. Edna hadn't realized how much the boy had grown, and that his prick was beginning to reach the size of a man's cock. In her mind, Billy had still been the child she had diapered and consoled.
Now she could see the thick bramble of hair that surrounded Billy's prick base and balls. His cock was stiff and reacting to sucking just like her own husband's did. Edna's jaws ached from just watching the mouth-fucking of Becky as if her own lips were being reamed. She had to swallow although she knew her mouth should have been dry from fear.
Beside Edna, Fred strained at his chains. He was caught somewhere between revulsion at what was happening and being fascinated by the sight. He couldn't keep his eyes off his young daughter's lips where they were wrapped around his son's pumping prick. He watched Billy's cockhead appear briefly at the opening to Becky's mouth then plunge again deeply to her throat. Saliva glistened on the face-fucking shaft and spit ran from the corners of Becky's lips. He really couldn't blame his son for losing control since his own cock was throbbing hard in his pants. But it was wrong. It just wasn't right!
"Shit," Bart groaned and rubbed at the bulging crotch of his jeans, "this is making my prick throb. That little bitch is really sucking cock!"
It didn't take him long to get rid of the pants, shoving his jeans to the floor and kicking them to the side. His fist was wrapped around his thick, jerking cock shaft and then his fingers squeezed and began to slide. As he watched the mouth-fucking scene, the burly man stroked his own prick.
"You want some of that face-pussy?" Carl laughed from the other side of the cock-sucking girl.
"Hot damn, yeah!" Bart exclaimed, pounding his prick even harder.
"Then get that mat from across the room and drag it over here," Carl ordered. "We don't want you bruising your knees."
Bart jerked his cock all the way across the wide dungeon, unwilling or unable to stop pounding his prick for even a second. He yanked a thick canvas mat from the opposite wall and dragged it across the dusty, stone floor. All the time his other hand continued to beat on his cock.
Carl positioned the mat behind Becky, then knocked the girl back with his fist.
"No, don't stop!" Billy groaned as his sister's mouth was ripped away from his cock.
He was left in the agony of his prick stranded high and dry right on the brink of blasting its cum. Another minute of cock-sucking would have been enough to blast off his balls, but now that wouldn't come. His balls and prick ached as if they had been beaten, and it was sheer torture for the lusty young boy.
But the family's two captors didn't give a damn about Billy's discomfort. All they really thought about was their own brand of lusts and working them out on the captive flesh, and that called for the young girl on her back getting ready for a more massive, mouth-fucking prick.
"Not like that!" Carl barked as Bart started to straddle Becky's naked body. "Get down on the top of her head and yank up on her neck to force her face backwards. Then you can fuck her mouth upside-down. I want everybody to be able to see a grown man's cock fucking out their little girl's face."
Becky moaned as rough hands grabbed her neck and arched her head. Her frightened eyes glanced up at the underside of a monstrously thick cock. Bart's prick wasn't as long as Carl's, but it was much bigger around. It made Billy's prick look like a toy, and even that had stretched her mouth painfully.
Heavy veins lined the length of the throbbing shaft, branching off in crooked lines as they carried the blood that swelled the mighty fuck weapon into an instrument of torture. On the underside, the helmet of Bart's cockhead appeared almost split with a thick cord of skin reaching almost to the piss slit on his uncut cock. The head of his rigid cockshaft was bulged and it was an angry purple.
His cockhead slapped her sharply across the face. Bart used his prick as a club to smash it against her nose. He laughed when she winced, giving her another fleshy smack that echoed around the room.
"Little bitches like to pussy-whip a man," he laughed, lashing her face with his hard prick again. "But I'm gonna cock-whip this one, then fill up her throat with my spunk!"
Becky wanted to die. Never had she felt so ashamed, not even when she had pissed her panties at school when she got to giggling and couldn't stop. The kids had all made fun of her then, but it was nothing as bad as this. The awful man was using his prick to slap her face and there was nothing she could do to make him stop.
Carl grabbed her legs and pulled them upward, spreading them wide. When her ass was high off the canvas, he stepped through her gaping thighs and used the backs of his legs to prop up her knees. It pinned her shoulders and upper back solidly to the mat on the floor with her pussy spread and high off the floor.
At her head, Bart jerked on the back of her neck, forcing her head even farther back. Then, with one thumb in the corner of her jaw, he pried her mouth open and ran his swollen cockhead between her lips. Hot fuck meat wedged in and pasted her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. The impossibly thick prick felt like a fence post spearing her in the face.
Becky moaned, snorting air through her nose as the bulging cockhead rammed to the back of her mouth. The arch of her neck already made breathing difficult without the throbbing cock plugging up her throat. But the horny, vagrant fucker didn't really care about the discomfort he caused the young girl, all he wanted was to fuck her mouth until he spurted cum into her throat.
"Her mouth is as tight as a cunthole!" Bart whistled as he began to piston his prick into Becky's face.
Her lips circled firmly around his thick shaft, riding a ring of pressure up and down his fucking cock. Inside, her entire mouth was stuffed full of sliding prick as his cockmeat plunged in and out of Becky's cheeks, tongue and the roof of her mouth closed around the hot fuck meat as she tried to swallow her saliva down.
"Watch your daughter face-fuck like a whore!" Carl chided. He taunted them unmercifully during their daughter's oral rape. "Your fucking little daughter is a cock-sucker that likes to gobble horny male prick!
"You!" he shouted at Billy. "Remember when she had your cock in her mouth? She didn't make you come and left you with sore balls, but Bart's going to fill her mouth with gobs of cum. He's going to drown that bitch sister of yours with gallons of spunk!"
Billy moaned, arching his hips forward from the wall. His prick still jutted painfully out from his body as his balls ached to cum. Beside him, his mother was in mental anguish as she saw her little daughter's mouth being brutally fucked by a monster cock. Her husband, Fred, was also in agony, impotent to do anything but watch. He groaned as his ears picked up the slurping sound of a hard prick sloshing in Becky's mouth.
"Look at this hot cunt!" Carl shouted, spreading his legs and backing up a step to pry open Becky's thighs and lifted her ass higher from the canvas mat.
The position thrust her gaping pussy up toward her parents and brother. Pouting, pink pussy lips were spread wide to reveal the tender flesh of the inner slit and Becky's cunthole opened. The fucking of her mouth by Billy and now by this brutal man had caused her pussy to slicken, something that terrified the young girl because she didn't understand.
"She's got a fucking cunthole that's almost too tight to believe!" Carl laughed loudly at his captives while reaching down to jam two long fingers deep inside Becky's pussy. He pistoned the fingers in her cunthole like they were twin tiny cocks. "See how your little girl's pussy sucks down hard on anything poked inside. That cunthole milked the cum right out of my balls after I busted her cherry with my hard prick!"
"Aaargh!" Becky gargled around a mouthful of throbbing cock.
Her shame was so intense that it burned in her mind. Not only was her mouth being brutally raped, her poor pussy was being spread and finger-fucked right in front of her own family!
"And her shithole looks even tighter!" Carl exclaimed, ramming a finger of his other hand into her ass.
Tearing pain ripped through Becky's asshole, but the thundering cock wedged against her throat smothered her scream.
"I'm finger-fucking her pussy and cornholing a finger into her ass while your little daughter gobbles hot prick with her mouth!" Carl howled in glee as he showed Becky's family how he could molest the young girl.
The other three members of the family could do nothing but gasp and gape as all of Becky's fuck holes were filled with fingers or cock.
"She's tearing apart my nuts!" Bart hissed, driving his hard cock into Becky's mouth. "I'm gonna cum right down her throat!"
Inside her mouth, the monstrous cock grew even thicker and jerked as if it were trying to poke out the back of her neck. Then his cockhead mushroomed and a blast of hot wetness splashed into the back of Becky's mouth.
She whimpered loudly as cum swirled over her tongue and teeth, and she gulped to keep herself from choking and gagged most of the sticky stuff down. Hot cum slid down her throat on the way to her stomach as she drank from the foul fountain of his prick. At her upraised crotch, fingers plunged deeply into her cunthole as another finger corn-holed her ass.
Along the wall, three people-a father, a mother and their son-watched the brutal climax of the vicious fucking of the tortured young girl. It was a sight they would never forget.
CHAPTER THREE
Edna Wilson was in pain. Her tits were bruised and sore. They had stripped her clothing and taken her down after chaining Becky back to the wall. Bart had sucked on her large tits but Carl had turned out to be a biter. Edna's left nipple was completely encircled by a full impression of deep teeth marks.
Both of the men were turned on by tit torture and Edna was built just right for that. The older woman was a larger model of the younger Becky with fair hair the color of silken straw that hung down to the center of her back. Faint eyebrows highlighted deep blue eyes in a face that was hardly tanned. She was often mistaken for Becky's and Billy's sister rather than their mother.
The flesh of her small body-she was barely five-foot three-was still hard beneath skin stretched tightly over girlish curves. Her ass was firm, her stomach was flat, but it was her tits that drew most of the attention of men. They were the full-blown tit-mounds of a woman inches taller in size, and they jutted out from her chest as if offering themselves to the world. The tops of her tits were gentle sweeps to crowns of brown halos and nipples usually erect. At the bottoms, there was no droop at all, just a hint of a feminine swell. In a bikini bathing suit, her tits could draw stares from any man. Naked in front of their captors, they now captured all of Carl's and Bart's attention.
"Just look at them!" Bart exclaimed as he smacked his lips in mouth-watering glee. "They make me want to be a baby again so I can suck them right off her chest!"
Carl laughed. "You are a baby if you want to be. Those titties, just like her pussy and asshole, are there for us to use however we want. If you want to suck them, Bart, go right ahead."
Edna didn't go down without a fight. Now that her hands were free, she wanted to punish the men. But her strength wasn't up to the contest as Bart used his weight to pin her to the mat. When she continued to struggle, he struck her hard in the face with his fist.
Pain exploded in her head. The floor kept the back of her head braced and there was no give when his fist hit her chin. A flood of dirty brown sensation flooded her eyes and her ears rang. She almost passed out from the blow, but then she shook herself awake.
Scratchy, dry lips wrapped around the top of her right tit, sucking the nipple deeply into Bart's foul-breathed mouth. His hands pinned both of her wrists and one of his knees locked her right thigh to the floor. She was trapped on the floor, naked in front of her whole family, getting her tit sucked.
Bart's mouth was like a vacuum cleaner, sucking up half of her right tit. Like a leech, his mouth was wide open and attached solidly to her tit-flesh. It was almost as if he was trying to swallow her whole tit rather than just suck on its end.
His head raised, pulling her tit with it. Her right shoulder lifted clear of the mat. Needles of pain shot down the mound of titty flesh as it took the pressure of her weight.
"Ouch!" Edna squealed before the pressure let go and her shoulder crashed back to the canvas.
Frightened eyes glanced down to her chest and she could see the angry red of where he had sucked.
"This fucking tit is just the right size!" Bart chortled and a long, nasty-looking tongue snaked out.
As Edna watched, his tongue licked her tit from top to bottom then swirled around the sides.
"Leave her alone!" Fred bellowed as he thrashed in the chains.
He was only a couple of yards from the sexual torture of his wife, and it was driving him wild. If he had the strength, he would have torn the chains from the walls and wrapped them around his captors' necks. But the bonds that held him were too strong, and he could do nothing but shout futilely.
Carl stepped up to him, brandishing the knife before his face.
"You're going to shut your fucking mouth," Carl growled, "or I'm going to cut off your prick and shove it down your throat. With our big cocks, your wife doesn't need yours anymore."
The threat cut off all of Fred's complaints. From the look in the strange man's eyes, there was no doubt in Fred's mind that Carl would carry through on what he promised to do.
On the floor, Bart was again sucking Edna's tit, but this time it was the left one. Once again, her nipple was pulled deeply into his mouth and he lifted her shoulder clear off the ground. The pain in her left tit joined that of the right as her weight was finally too much for the suction of his mouth. Edna dropped heavily onto the canvas wishing the family had never decided to sneak into the castle.
"Hot damn!" Bart whistled. "I like these tits! I just wish they had some milk in them."
"Milk 'em like a cow's," Carl suggested. "See if you can get milk out of those udders."
Edna had no strength left to struggle. The weight of his lower body kept her pinned to the floor, and she knew a crashing fist would be the answer to any resistance. His large hands wrapped around her tender titties, squeezing them tightly. Everywhere a fingertip dug in was a pool of pressure and pain.
"Ain't no milk here at all!" Bart laughed, squeezing her tits again and again. The nipples bulged up from his fists like volcanoes ready to explode.
"Then we better find some other use for them," Carl suggested, stripping off his jeans.
Bart was also naked below the waist with a hard cock laying across Edna's abdomen. Carl's prick arched over his balls, swollen but not completely hard.
Bart rolled to the side and Carl took his place pinning Edna to the floor. His cockhead rubbed against the inside of one of Edna's thighs as his mouth bent to her left tit. His lips encircled her nipple, sucking the end of her tit into his mouth. Then his teeth bit sharply into her tit-flesh as if he was trying to bite off her tit.
"Aaeeiii!" Edna screamed as her tit-flesh was bitten.
It felt as if her tit was being ripped from her chest. Suddenly his teeth released her, only to sweep to the right where they caught her other tit in a torturing bite.
"Noooo!" she shrieked.
Her tit felt ripped although there was no blood on her chest. Carl lifted up, his mouth twisted into a grin. His teeth glinted with saliva.
"Not much taste at all," Carl mocked her, smacking his lips as if just finishing a snack. "Bart, you want to give them a try?"
"Why not?" Bart laughed, and it was his turn once more to torture Edna's tits.
Carl rolled off the naked woman and let Bart take his place. This time the larger man pushed Edna flat onto her back. He scooted up to sit on her stomach with his rigid cock aimed toward her face.
"Squeeze those titties together and make me a cunt," Bart said. Edna just shook her head. Her eyes were clamped tightly shut so she wouldn't have to look at his threatening prick.
The fire of pain ripped through her chest. The palms of Bart's hands slapped her viciously on the tits. Again and again he lashed her until her own hands sought the sides of her tit-mounds. Edna pressed her tits firmly toward the middle of her chest hoping the man would stop beating her.
Bart stopped, staring down at the tit-flesh squeezed together before him. He grinned, then spat in his hands, rubbing the moisture onto the skin of his long, thick prick. Then he shuffled forward and rammed his cockhead between the folds of the tits which were pressed together.
"Tighter, cunt!" he snarled.
Edna groaned as her hands mashed titty flesh even firmer. Her tit-mounds ached from the stretching pressure. But it was still better than having her tits lashed by the brutal hands of the man.
Bart's bulging cockhead poked up through the top of her tit mounds, his piss slit right at her face. The spit on his prick had greased the way between her tits and was providing a glorious fuck. The pressure of Edna's hands on the sides of her tits held her tit-mounds tightly around his cock shaft. There was pressure all along the fuck pole except for where the cockhead stuck out.
"Hey, this is all right!" Bart exclaimed. "I ain't never fucked titties before. It's almost as tight as a cunt."
His thick cockhead disappeared between her tits, sliding back as it retreated to make another cock stroke. Then it rammed back out of the top of her tit-mounds, the skin pulling along the shaft to make his cockhead bulge. His prick was an angry purple from the lust-swelling blood as it bumped against Edna's chin. Once again, his cock rode back out of sight as Bart began to fuck her tits in long strokes.
Against the wall, Becky was recovering from her brutal face-fucking, and male cum-now drying-still marked the corners of her mouth and down the sides of her chin. She hadn't been able to swallow all of the jism Bart had shot into her mouth and some of it had leaked out. They hadn't even allowed the poor girl to wipe the cum from her face before they had clamped her back into the chains. The violent rape of her pussy earlier, which had busted her cherry, left her whole body weak. Now she hung loosely with her naked ass touching the cold stone while her clamped wrists supported most of her weight.
Bart's cock hadn't ever really gone down, not even after face-fucking Becky until he spurted his cum. His thick prick was like a salami bulging too full of meat to ever go completely soft.
Now, Becky watched his cock in weary amazement as he fucked her mother's tits.
Billy was still hurting. His cock was raging hard. When the men had knocked Becky's mouth away from his prick, Billy had been left on the edge with cum boiling in his balls. Desperately he needed something to push him over into a heavy cum so his balls would stop aching and his cock would go down.
The young boy was filled with the youthful need for sex, and he couldn't even beat his own meat off to make spunk spurt from his prick. All he could do was hang there and get even more horny as he watched Bart fucking his mother's tits. It just wasn't fucking fair, Billy cursed to himself, rubbing his naked ass back against the stone. They should have let Becky suck his prick until it erupted and Billy's cum shot down her throat. Leaving him like this was sheer torture, compounded by having to watch the raging cock tit-fucking his mother.
Fred didn't know what to do. If he shouted and screamed for them to stop, Carl would cut off his prick. As far as he knew, no man had ever fucked Edna since they had been married, and she had been a virgin until their wedding night. For the first time in her life, a lusty fuck pole, not her husband's was abusing her and Fred was almost frantic from the sight.
But then he wondered why his prick was raging hard in his pants. With his hands pinned above him next to the wall he couldn't even reach into his trousers and straighten his cramped cock. Ever since had had been forced to watch prickmeat being shoved into his daughter's pouting mouth, Fred's cock had been hard and aching. He tried to dismiss it as only natural from being so closed to hot, punishing sex, but, in his mind, he knew that was wrong.
On the floor, Edna squirmed beneath the cock-thrusting man. Her naked ass wiggled on the scratchy canvas, but her abdomen was pinned by his hips. Her bushy cunt, with swirls of blonde curly hair, showed for everyone to see. Her succulent tit-mounds were pressed together firmly by her hands, giving Bart a tit channel to fuck.
The crude man slammed his prick between Edna's tits, hammering his cockmeat along her chest. The thick fuck pole slid back and forth along Edna's breastbone without hurting, but it left her full of shame. She had often worried about being raped, but she had never dreamed it would be in front of her family. Not only was her husband being forced to watch, but both of her kids were there to see her degradation.
Edna's eyes were almost glazed as she stared at the cockhead bobbing back and forth in and out of sight at the top of her tits.
"Fuck that whore's tits!" Carl urged. "She's made a cunt for you there on her chest!"
And Bart could feel that it was almost as good as fucking a pussy. The woman's hands mashed her tits tightly around his thundering prick. Another few minutes of fucking tit-flesh and he was going to spurt cum right up into the bitch's face.
Carl now also had a raging, hard cock. Before, his fuck-meat had hung heavy and swollen but not completely ready to fuck. But watching his friend slam his prick into the woman's tit-pussy made him want to fuck. He glanced up at the three people chained to the wall, thinking briefly about taking Becky back down. Then he decided there would be plenty time for that, and he already had a lot of fuck flesh on the floor waiting for his prick.
"Keep fucking her tits!" Carl urged as he kicked the tortured woman's legs apart.
He fell to his knees, using his hands to pry open Edna's thighs even farther apart.
Bart glanced back to see what his buddy was doing. When he noticed the hard cock jutting up from Carl's belly, he laughed loudly.
"You gonna get you some of that pussy?"
"Naw," Carl hissed. "I'm going to sink my cock in her shithole. But first I'm going to use that cunt to grease up my prick."
"Please don't!" Edna squealed, trying to kick at Carl.
However, he was too far up between her legs for it to bother him at all. His legs forced Edna's thighs wide as he lined up his prickhead with her juicy, tight pussy. With one thrust, he buried half of his long shaft in her cunthole, then quickly rammed in the rest. Pussy juice greased the hot channel for his spearing prick, and his thick cockhead jammed easily clear to the mouth of her womb.
"This bitch is hotter than a pistol!" Carl exclaimed, rubbing the end of his prick against the closed end of her cunt. "Her pussy is leaking cunt juice just like the whore is really turned on."
Edna groaned. She wanted to die. What he said was true, but her pussy was almost always wet. Ever since she had been a little girl in school, her cunthole had dripped as if anticipating the fucking she would receive later in life. Just the thought of hot prick was enough to make her pussy dampen her panties, and she loved nothing better than to fuck Fred's hard cock. She hadn't realized, however, that the tit fucking would turn on her juices, and she wanted to scream that she wasn't really aroused. But Fred had already seen how easy her cunt had swallowed the evil man's prick and she knew words wouldn't erase that from her husband's mind. Her shame, then, was almost totally complete knowing the doubts that would arise in her husband's mind.
Carl's hard cock stroked into her pussy, greasing the skin of his prick with the cream of her pussy. When Carl considered the cockshaft slippery enough, he pulled it out of her cunt. His knees were under the bottom of Edna's hips and his hands held her legs far apart. Her ass crease was lifted clear of the floor, and her gaping legs were parted, revealing the brown, wrinkled mouth of her ass. Cool air puffed around the dark, dank dungeon and Edna could feel the coolness tickle her shithole. She knew, then, that she was totally exposed, with her asshole vulnerable to his threatening cock.
Carl rammed his prick home, jamming half the length of his cock shaft inside Edna's shitter. The ring of her ass muscles never stood a chance against the hammerhead of his prick. The knob on the end of his cock drove into her rectum with inches of thick cock shaft to follow.
"That hurts!" Edna screamed as the fire of tearing flesh ripped through her guts. It felt as if a fencepost had penetrated her ass and there was still more to come.
"It's supposed to, bitch!" Carl snarled, grinding another couple of inches of his thick prick into her shitter. He wasn't satisfied until he had the whole length of his cockshaft buried inside the stretched mouth of her ass.
"Please stop!" Edna bellowed, her shitter being pushed out of shape.
The intrusion had been so sudden that she hadn't had any time to adjust. Her ass ring felt like it was tearing and coming apart. Every bit of Carl's randy prick was buried inside of her ass as his groin beat into her cunt.
"How do you like corn-holing?" He laughed at her as he began to lengthen his fuck-strokes.
The shaft of his prick came out of her asshole clear to the cockhead before plunging back in. When the only answer he could get from the tortured woman was a delirious scream, he turned toward the wall where Edna's family was bound, and he mocked them instead.
"Hey, old man, have you ever corn-holed your wife's shitter? It's tighter than her cunt. Her asshole's got a grip on my cock that you wouldn't believe!"
Fred whipped the chains about and hurled curses at the corn-holing man. Carl laughed, then turned his attention to the kids.
"You want to be next, baby girl?" he chided. "You want old Carl's cock in your ass? Maybe I'll haul you down off the wall and corn-hole you next!"
Then it was Billy's turn and Carl knew how to strike him cold. "You want me to let you stick your prick up her asshole, boy? Would you like that? Huh? Is your cock so hard from your sister sucking it that a little asshole from so Mamma wouldn't sound bad?"
"All three of the idle captives were embarrassed, perhaps Billy worst of all. Corn-holing his mother was exactly what he had been thinking about as he watched Carl's prick fucking his mom's ass. His cock jerked violently at the thought of ramming it far into the dark hole of her shitter, pounding his hard inches to his mother. To be challenged so openly about what he was lustily thinking made him recoil as if he had been slapped.
"Well, all three of you watch old Carl's assfucking prick corn-hole this bitch!" he shouted as he turned his attention back to driving his hard cock into Edna's ass. Taunting the captives had sent his balls into an uproar, and he was getting ready to cum.
Farther up the woman's body, Bart was huffing and puffing toward a cum of his own. His prick had swelled tremendously from the tit fuck, and he could feel spunk bubbling in his balls. Suddenly his whole cock seemed to erupt, spewing great wads of cum right up into her face. Some of his jizz hit her right in the nostril and was sucked in with her breath.
"Here I go!" Carl shouted, fucking her ass as hard as he could.
He buried his cockhead far up her shitter, then it began to explode. Edna was choking from cum up her nose and she was barely aware of the hot splash in her guts. Gob after gob of jism rocketed into her asshole as more spunk spurt from his tit-fucking cock. By the time it was over, her asshole leaked thick, milky fluid and her face was lined with cummy white streaks.
CHAPTER FOUR
"The people who brought this old castle over stone by stone liked things authentic," Carl explained as Becky stood next to him with her wrist handcuffed behind her back. "But they did add a few improvements here and there, like the electric lights which you might have noticed."
Becky had. It was the only good thing she could say for the dungeon. Everything else about it seemed straight out of a nightmare, and she couldn't even imagine how evil it would have appeared with only torches for light. There weren't that many light bulbs after all, and shadows still lurked in all of the corners and over most of the equipment scattered about. It was hard to see in the dimness to the end of the massive room, and what loomed there must be the stuff of drug-caused delusions because what she could see was already scary enough.
Like what was before her. It frightened her so much she almost pissed down her naked legs. And with no clothes on at all, everybody would see the golden trickles running onto the floor.
Her father, Fred, had been the last one stripped from his clothing. His belt, then his trousers had been cut off with the knife, and his shirt had been torn in two.
When Carl and Bart were finished, they had Fred bare-ass naked while still hanging in the chains. The sudden shock of total nakedness seemed to cool some of her father's anger and assertion, just like it was often known to do to other men. Let a man's cock and balls hang out exposed and vulnerable while he's being threatened, and he'll usually do just what he's told.
Still, Carl and Bart were careful with him. The knife was held to his throat while he was taken from the chains, and it remained poised over one jugular vein until Fred was locked firmly into the rack.
Never in her life had Becky ever seen one of the old medieval torture devices. Towers of framework and gears at both ends overlooked a flat table almost ten feet long in the middle. Bars were located at both ends of the table to which the victim's wrists and ankles were attached. Levers and cranks moved the bars outward painfully stretching the victim. With enough pressure, the bones of a person's body could be separated and pulled completely out of joint.
But the original inhabitants of the reconstructed castle had added a new feature, one that Carl and Bart were delighted to use. An electrical wire led from under the rack where a transformer stepped down the current to less than a fatal level. The upper end of the wire ended with a small clamp that could be attached to a man's cock. When the current was switched on, the electricity turned the victim's prick into a throbbing shaft of cockmeat almost as rigid as steel.
That was the dilemma of Becky's father; the current flowing into his prick made his whole body jerk and leap.
Casually, Carl flicked the open knife back and forth past her father's jutting prick. It was that sight that scared Becky half to death and made her almost piss her legs.
"The more I think about it," Carl said to the rhythm of the swaying knife, "nobody really needs this prick any more since you have me and Bart around. It sticking up like it's more important or something just gets me mad enough to whack it off."
"No, don't do that!" Becky gasped, crossing her naked legs.
It was all she could do to hold her piss. She hadn't realized how full her bladder had been getting, and being frightened certainly didn't help.
"Well, I don't like it standing up like that!" Carl shouted, indicating the erect shaft of her father's cock.
The knife blade traveled closer and touched Fred's skin. Carl flicked his wrist. Where the knife had touched, a small bead of blood began to trickle down the shaft of his cock.
"Oh, please don't!" Becky begged. "Don't hurt my father!"
"If that cock sticks up, I'm going to cut it off!"
"Take off the electricity!" Becky pleaded. "That will make it go down."
Carl laughed. "Once the current gets it up, cumming is the only way it'll come down for at least an hour."
He reached under the table of the rack and flicked off the electricity. Her father's body became still on the wooden torture instrument, but his cock still speared up into the air. Quickly Carl stripped off the small clamp that had wired up Fred's prick. Still the fleshy shaft was like a rigid flagpole of cockmeat.
"I'm going to cut it of, if it's like that five minutes from now," Carl threatened, again brandishing the knife. Another drop of blood began beading where the blade had nicked his prick. "If you want your father's cock to stay where it is, girl, you better make sure it goes down."
"What can I do?" Becky cried.
"Make him cum!" Carl shouted.
"How can I do that!" Becky whined. "My hands are fastened behind my back!"
"Use your mouth, you stupid little bitch! What do you think God gave you a throat for?"
"My ... my own father?" Becky gasped.
"Either that or he loses his prick!" Carl snarled, running the dull part of the blade of the knife up Fred's hard, throbbing fuck shaft. "You make the decision, girl. Are you going to cost him his cock? Whatever you do, you better do it quickly because you only have four and a half minutes left!"
Becky whimpered, but what else could she do? She glanced up desperately at her father's face, hoping he would tell her not to do it. But all she could see in his eyes was terror of knowing his prick might be cut off in less than five minutes.
The clock was running, Becky suddenly realized and panic made her move forward to her father's hard, raging cock.
Her lips parted and she gobbled it in, sucking his cockhead clear back to her throat. There was no time to worry about how to do it as her mind whirled through the short session with Billy and the face-fucking by Bart. Both of them had seemed to groan and stiffen the most when she sucked hard with her lips and her mouth.
Quickly, she pulled in air while sucking her father's cock like a straw, and her cheeks and the roof of her mouth collapsed solidly around his prick.
"Oooooh!" her father moaned.
His hips rocked upward as much as the stretching rack would let him, and Becky hoped desperately that her cock-sucking had caused it.
His hard prick throbbed in her mouth. Her jaws were spread and her mouth jammed full. His rubbery cockhead felt hot against the back of her tongue and the faint taste of salt swirled through her mouth. Her nose bumped against his cock hair and Becky could smell the muskiness of his horny prick.
"Three and a half minutes!" Carl bellowed from just a few feet from her side.
Becky sucked as hard as she could. She nursed on her father's hard, thick prick as if it were a long tit. She pretended it was a straw stuck into the thickest milk shake she had ever had, trying to add enough suction to pull his cum up from his balls. Now her father was squirming beneath her, almost as if he was trying to pull his prick out of her mouth.
"Three minutes and I cut off his prick!"
Becky became desperate. She sucked on his cock so hard she felt her eyes bulge in their sockets.
"Two and a half minutes!"
It wasn't working! What on earth could she do?
Fred moaned. He couldn't take it any more. He had hoped Becky would suck cum from his prick without him having to even admit she was doing it. But she was still doing it wrong, and the knife was coming closer. If he didn't tell her now, it would mean the bloody loss of his cock.
"No, Becky!" he moaned. "Fuck my prick with your face. Run my cock back and forth along your tongue while you suck on it real hard. Fuck my prick while you're eating it, Becky! Pump my fuck rod in and out of your mouth!"
Edna was aghast while pinned to the wall. From the chains, she could see and hear what was going on, even the slurping of Becky's lips as she began mouth-fucking Fred's cock. It was her husband's prick banging her daughter's throat, and Becky was doing it willingly to head off the threat of the knife.
His cock throbbed between Becky's lips.
Edna could see every bulging vein in Fred's prick shaft as it plowed into her daughter's mouth. Many times Edna had sucked that very same cock, and her lips and tongue knew the feel of it just as if she was doing it right then. But, instead, it was her daughter's lips that were leaking spit while mouth-fucking that prick, and Edna didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or perhaps even scream. Whatever, she couldn't rip her eyes away from the fascinating sight of Becky cock-sucking Fred's magnificent prick with all of her might.
"Two minutes more and I slice off his hard prick!" Carl laughed triumphantly as Bart moved up to watch.
"Fuck it! Fuck it! Mouth-fuck my horny prick!" Fred chanted loudly almost in time with the plunges of his daughter's mouth on his rigid fuck pole.
"One and a half!"
Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Becky screamed to herself. The words themselves were smothered, unable to break past the thundering cockhead that was driving hard at her throat.
"One minute and you're going to have to chew and swallow his severed prick!"
"Cock-suck me!" Fred bellowed frantically. "Eat my spunk, Becky! Fuck me with your mouth! Suck the cum out of your father's prick!"
The seconds must have been vanishing when she felt her father's cock shaft swell in her mouth. Then, before she could prepare for it, a hot splash blossomed in her throat. Scalding cum rocketed from the end of her father's prick and bathed Becky's tonsils with sticky spunk.
Becky gave a muffled squeal from the sudden surprise, then gulped gushes of cum straight down her throat. She was drinking spunk from the cock that had sired her, and the thought caused an explosion in her own hot little pussy. It blasted her like a rocket had been shoved up her cunthole, and she would have sworn that it had knocked her feet right off the floor. As she tumbled, her father's prick ripped from her lips and gave one last squirt of cum straight up into the air.
Becky collapsed onto her sweaty, naked ass as Carl stepped up with his knife held threateningly in one hand.
"Damn!" he exclaimed as his empty hand made a sweep through the air where her father's cock had stood hard only a few seconds before. Carl then glanced back at Bart with a cockeyed grin on his face. "The little cunt did suck it soft just in time!"
Becky thought it was over but in that she was mistaken. Carl and Bart had further plans to make her life bitterly miserable.
They began by dragging her back to the canvas mat, leaving her father still locked onto the rack. From the wall, they released her mother, then Billy, forcing them to join her on the floor. Handcuffs were used to pin all of their arms tightly behind their backs. Not a stitch of clothing could be found between all three of the family members as they sat on their hot, naked asses.
"You, lay down," Carl ordered Billy, putting his foot on the boy's chest and roughly shoving him onto his back.
Billy's cuffed hands were trapped beneath his hips, levering his cock up into the air. Billy's lusty unsatisfied prick was still swollen and almost completely hard. The cock-sucking of his sister had started it raging and there had been nothing to give him relief. The sight of the horny fucking and sucking since had kept Billy's cock throbbing so long that it was sore. His balls felt like heavy rocks as if they contained gallons of cum. His piss-slit had been leaking pre-cum for what seemed like hours, and he needed to blast his spunk.
"You about ready to take care of that prick, boy?" Carl asked, scuffing at Billy's cock with his toes.
Billy nodded desperately as his prick shaft hardened completely at just the touch of the foot. As soon as it was rigidly stiff, his cock began to ache again.
Carl turned to Bart. "Shove that older bitch over here and get the handcuffs off her wrists. I want her on her hands and knees so she can suck her son's cock."
Bart nodded.
Carl twisted back to Billy. "Don't cum, boy. Save that for your sister. I'm going to let you fuck her tight little cunthole so you can cream it with your spunk."
Billy nodded desperately. Right then all he could think about was his prick in a hot mouth and a hot pussy. He was so overcome with aching lust that he didn't care that he would be fucking his mother and sister.
"No!" Edna resisted as Bart shoved her the few feet across the mat, then turned her over onto her knees and face.
When her hands were free, Edna tried to move away from Billy's crotch, but Bart kicked her in the back of the head. She pitched forward, her face ramming down between Billy's legs. Her chin caught the inside of his upper right thigh as his lusty prick slapped her in the side of the face.
"No!" she squealed, pushing back onto her hands. Sucking her own son's cock was something that she refused to do! She was about to scamper away when the evil tone in Carl's words pinned her in place.
"You assholes are going to learn to do what I say or somebody's going to get hurt! I've still got your husband immobilized over there and it's best that you remember it. I didn't cut off his prick since I said I would do that only if it didn't go soft. But I didn't promise anything about his balls, bitch! And that's exactly what I'm going to feed you, if you don't suck on your son's cock!"
Edna glanced up at Carl. His stern look told her that he would probably do as he threatened. If she didn't cock-suck Billy, Fred would lose his balls. She gulped, trying to control her fear, then turned her face back to her son's lusty prick.
Billy's cock was large. Seven inches of throbbing cock pole jutted up from the thin patch of prick hair that surrounded the base of his cock shaft and his balls. The cockhead looked blown up almost like a balloon, and Edna had never seen one that looked so bulging and purple. The poor boy had suffered since Becky's cocksucking and through all of the lusty fuck action he'd simply watched. If nothing else, Edna would be relieving some of her son's aching pain.
She went down on her elbows and reached for Billy's prick with her right hand.
When his mother grasped the hot base of his cock shaft, Billy moaned and thrust up with his hips.
He really was in sexual agony, Edna realized, and suddenly she felt sorry for her son. Her lips parted and formed a circle. Her face dipped to his cock.
Billy moaned deeply as his cockhead slipped into the wet heat of his mother's mouth. Lips encircled his cock shaft an inch below his cockhead. His cock felt like it grew another inch or two as it reached desperately up into her mouth.
Edna blinked at the sudden thrill that ran through her because of having her son's prick in her mouth. Never would she have done such a thing unless the situation was desperate, but, now that she had been compelled, her cunt felt jolted by fire. Pussy juices leaked hotly from her cunthole to glaze the slit with grease. Her clit tingled as if a soft tongue was stroking it, all from having her son's cock in her mouth.
The pressure of her lips ran down his cock shaft almost to the base as her mouth swallowed up his prick. Almost all of his cock was inside her mouth before his cockhead nudged against the opening to her throat. Then she slowly lifted up, running the circle of her lips back up his prick shaft again. When only his cockhead was caught inside her lips, she breathed in and sucked.
"Oh shit, Mom!" Billy gasped in pleasure. "That feels so fucking good! Suck my cock with your mouth!"
Edna needed no further encouragement. Her head plunged and his hard prick filled her mouth. Up and down her face pistoned, fucking Billy's cock as if her lips were a pussy. All the time she kept up the sucking pressure to add to his pleasure.
"That's it, slut!" Carl snarled.
"Cock-suck your son!" Bart laughed in a bellow that rang through the room.
Both men grabbed their own pricks and started beating them, enjoying the sight of the horny mother sucking her own boy's cock.
Spit dribbled out of the corners of her lips and ran down the sides of Billy's prick. Blood was hammering inside Edna's head and her wet pussy was going wild. Now that the lusty suck action was underway, she wanted Billy's hot spunk in her throat.
Billy moaned, thrusting up with his hips to drive his fuck pole deeply into her mouth. She was just about to finish him off when someone kicked her harshly in the side.
"I said I didn't want him to cum in your mouth!" Carl yelled, shoving Edna to the side. A loud, wet pop came from her lips when Billy's cock was ripped from her mouth. "Get over there and fuck your sister, boy!"
Billy scrambled to his knees.
Carl quickly unsnapped the handcuffs that held the boy's arms behind his back.
Never once did Billy think of escape as he scrambled over to Becky. His mind was consumed by the lust of his prick and the opportunity to shove it up Becky's cunt.
Roughly, he knocked his sister over onto her back, then grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. Becky's pouting little pussy slit opened up for him, revealing her cunthole.
"No, Billy!" Becky begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Billy's hard cockhead was lined up with her pussy, then all six inches of prick shaft drove inside.
"Aaaah!" Billy snarled, almost a gargle.
"Nooooo!" Becky moaned.
She could feel her brother's cock throbbing inside her cunthole. His cock wasn't as large as the one that had torn out her cherry, but it still stuffed her full. The heat of his prick was tremendous as Billy's fuck lust went out of control. His cock jerked inside her cunt.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Billy barked as he rammed his cock back and forth inside his sister's cunt.
Never had anything felt as good as his horny prick fucking Becky's pussy hole. His balls were churning up a gallon of cum. His little sister's pussy was driving him wild, and he couldn't stop until he had filled her pussy with spunk.
"Billllleeeee!" Becky screamed as she felt her brother's cock swell inside cunt.
His hands groped down onto her chest and he grabbed both of her tits. He almost tore them from her chest as he rammed his cock a final time to the end of her cunt.
Then his jizz erupted, blasting hot cum all over the end of her fuck channel. Spunk poured from his piss-slit again and again in splashing explosions.
Billy pumped Becky's cunt full of cum as their mother lay two feet away, astonished as she watched.
CHAPTER FIVE
"But you don't understand!" Becky whined. "I really have to piss!"
She was back in the chains on the wall along with the rest of her family. All four of the family members were still naked, as were the two men who were torturing them.
Becky had needed to piss ever since first looking down at her father's cock when he was on the rack, and, although sucking prick and getting fucked by Billy had taken her mind off pissing for awhile, the pressure in her bladder had never gone away. Now that the lusty fucking and sucking had finished, the pain in her abdomen and cunt had returned. And now the two men weren't making it any easier. In fact, they were making it worse.
"Drink this!" Carl snapped, holding a jug of water up to her face.
Becky clenched her lips tightly together, determined not to open her mouth. One more drop of liquid inside her and she was afraid her bladder would burst.
Bart grabbed her naked right tit. His fingers dug into her tender titty flesh, sinking in until his fingertips almost met. He yanked fiercely, almost ripping her tit out.
Becky screamed at the intensely piercing pain and Carl poured water into her open mouth.
Becky choked. Water trickled down her throat while she was still trying to scream. She gagged as more water poured into her mouth, and she had to gulp it down rather than drown. The coldness of the water hit her stomach like heavy bricks and her bladder threatened to explode.
"Drink it, bitch!" Carl shouted, then tipped the jug once more. "Drink it all down or I'm going to let Bart tear your tits from your chest!"
"I'm going to pee!" Becky gasped between mouthfuls of water. "I-I can't hold it any more!"
"You get one drop of piss on the floor and I'm going to make you lick it up!" Carl snarled threateningly. "When you drink all the water in this jug, I'll take you somewhere you can piss."
Desperate hope filled her. If only she could get the water down, then she'd be allowed to empty her tortured bladder before it exploded in her guts. Her chin tipped upward as Carl poured a steady stream between her parted lips. Becky gulped as much as she could straight down her throat, but she couldn't stop some of it from running down her chin.
Finally the jug was empty and Becky's eyes bulged. She felt so full of liquid and piss that her whole body was trying to swell up.
Carl tossed the plastic jug to the floor and began unclamping her hands. When she was free, Becky was bent double from the intense pain in her guts. Piss was about to flow on its own, and she fought desperately to hold it in. It would only be another minute or two before she went somewhere where she could piss without having to lick it from the floor.
But it wasn't to a bathroom that they led her. Instead, it was across the room to a large device like a mock horse fitted with a black rubberpadded saddle. The base was a three-foot cube and perched atop it was a device that looked much like a Western saddle. However, the surface was rubber, rather than leather, and where the base of the horn would normally be there was a slit about an inch across and six inches long. At the back, a large brace ran toward the ceiling with three leather thongs with clasps locked onto it.
Carl and Bart forced the uncomfortable Becky up onto the seat, strapping thongs around her body and pinning her arms to her side. Her feet went into stirrup-like devices with clamps that locked her ankles into place. They checked out her position and were finally satisfied, then they stepped back and smiled.
"You said you would let me pee!" Becky pleaded desperately with them.
"That's just what we're doing," Carl laughed. "Didn't you notice that slit in the seat? That's where you piss if you can't hold it any more. I'm not so sure, however, that you really want to piss that bad. We'll just have to wait and see."
As Carl stepped up to the front of the contraption, Becky tilted her chin downward. The gash of her pussy fit right over the metal slit in the saddle, and she knew it wasn't big enough to catch all of her piss. The force of the stream would splash piss back up over her pussy and get her cunt all wet.
Carl reached down in front where she couldn't see, and a loud click sounded in the room. Suddenly, the whole contraption seemed to hum beneath Becky, vibrating her cunt and ass. The motion made it even harder to hold her piss in her bladder, and she knew matters would soon be out of hand.
"Oh, please let me go to the bathroom!" she begged one more time, but it did her no good.
She could see by their taunting eyes that they wanted to shame her by seeing her piss splash back onto her cunt. And Becky knew that no matter how long she resisted, she was going to have to eventually give them their pleasure. Better to get it over with now and get rid of the pain, rather than to suffer much longer before finally giving in.
Again she glanced down. The thongs held her body firmly in place. Even by pushing with her feet, she couldn't get her cunt gash away from the metal slit. There was no way to give her some distance from where the golden stream would splash. She prepared herself to piss.
Just a short squirt at first, she decided, to find out how bad it really was. Becky tensed the groin muscles around her little pussy and she felt her piss hole opening up. Finally it opened and a hissing burst of yellow piss shot down into the metal slit.
"Aaeeiii!" Becky screamed as her whole body bucked and shook.
Her pussy was on fire as if a blowtorch had been aimed at her cunt. Her piss hole clamped shut, blocking the stream that had been the pathway for the searing electrical current to flow up into her cunt.
"What are you doing to me!" she wailed when she finally got her breath.
Her eyes bulged with confusion and fright, and her hard nipples jutted out. Every nerve in her body had felt the bite of the electricity and her flesh still tingled now that it was gone.
"We're just seeing how bad you wanted to piss," Carl mocked, punching his friend jokingly in the side. "What do you think, Bart? Is that little cunt going to hold in her piss or not?"
"Naw," the larger man guffawed, rubbing the fingers of one hand along the shaft of his nearly hard cock. "She's gonna piss, and it's gonna shock the shit out of that little pussy!"
Carl thought that was hilarious and almost howled.
Becky's body was finally back to normal after the shock except for the slight trickle of current bleeding through the piss moisture up to her cunt. But normal meant that her bladder was about to explode and pain was gripping her guts. The electricity had shocked her piss hole closed, but that meant all of the piss was still trapped inside. Her bladder reached its limits, and her piss hole was like a dam with too much water behind it. If something didn't happen soon to relieve some of the pressure, the flood was going to break through on its own.
Maybe, if she could piss just a little bit, it would be enough to shut down the terrible pain. It would be substituting one agony for the other for a few seconds, but it might buy her some desperately needed time. If she could get back control over her stretched bladder, perhaps she could wait out the evil men. Surely, they would tire sooner or later watching when nothing was happening.
Her body was at the brink of revolting against her control, and she would soon piss in spite of herself.
Her chin tilted downward again. Her titties were standing out on her chest. The current had jingled them clear to the end, making her nipples erect. Farther down, across a flat belly, her sparse cunt hair seemed to stand on end. Every pore in the skin covering her pussy mound seemed to be tingling. Her cunt slit was still feeling the trickle of electricity that weakly arced through the droplets of moisture. At that level of intensity it didn't feel bad at all, but that was a hundredth of what had blasted her before. As soon as her piss slit poured out its stream, the torture and pain would be back again.
Becky whimpered, trying to force herself to piss. She began to scream even before the stream burst from her piss hole and cascaded down into the metal slit.
"No!" she shrieked as the electrical current etched its way into her cunthole.
The current spread out like wildfire to Durn throughout her groin before flowing to the rest of her body. Quickly, her tits leaped violently on her chest, one bouncing upward while the other bounced down. Her naked body thrashed in the leather thongs as long as the piss streamed out. The muscles of her pussy clamped a lid on the pouring piss hole. The golden stream was cut off, causing Becky even more pain, breaking the path of the current.
Both men howled in laughter.
"She moves better than a two-bit whore in heat!" Bart roared. "Did you see those little titties flopping around on her chest? If I had me a movie camera, I'd film it and show it to all my friends!"
Becky didn't care about their words or their laughter. The pain ripping through her body was consuming her and she was about to lose control. Her pussy felt charred clear up into her cunthole from electricity, and every muscle of her body ached from the violent lashing the current had caused.
Control of her bladder was even weaker than it had been before and she knew she couldn't hold out for long. But the current was so strong she was fearful that it might damage her, and she was frightened to feel it again.
"Let me off here!" she wailed frantically, thrashing against the leather thongs.
Her motion was so violent that the belts cut into her skin. Fear made her body tremble and her guts felt as if they were going weak. The lack of control of her cunt muscles was beginning to let her bladder take control, and she could feel the flood of piss poised to explode.
"I can't stand it!" she shrieked. "Don't let it happen again! It burns my pussy!"
"Then don't piss, bitch!" Carl snarled, the evil leer still on his face.
"I can't help it!" Becky cried in agony as her piss slit began to flare.
She was so frighteningly aware of what was happening that she could feel the hot stream run down her piss tube from her bladder. Finally, the flood of piss reached the mouth of her piss hole and burst free of her body.
"No!" Becky screamed in the split-second between the release of her piss stream and the return of the current coursing up its wetness.
Then the whole force of the electricity hit her like a giant hammer and rocked her hard in the saddle. Her back was jammed forcefully against the brace, and every muscle in her body went stiff. Her tits were slammed back and forth on her chest, whipping from side to side. Spit drooled from the corners of her screaming mouth as her unseeing eyes turned toward the ceiling.
She screamed with the last of her breath as the electrical fire consumed her cunt. This time there was no denying her pained bladder, and the stream of piss continued strong. Once the flood had finally burst completely free, there would be no holding it back. The stream flooded the bottom of the metal slit across the exposed electrical wire, then splashed back up over her cunt. Piss covered her entire groin now, giving the current new pathways to march. Wherever wetness covered her skin, there was the feeling of searing fire.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Bart hissed in fascination as he watched the girl's jerking body. "It ain't enough to kill her, is it?"
"No," Carl answered in an enthusiastic voice. "The book we found said it wouldn't."
His captivated eyes watched the tortured flesh of the young girl thrash about violently.
Becky heard none of it. Her body and soul were ablaze. None of it was any longer within her control, and she was just trying to hang on. Piss continued to pour from her cunt, adding fuel to the fire. Inside her pussy, her cunthole was pouring out cream. The base of her spine was gripped in terrible pain and pleasure that her body couldn't sort out.
Again and again, she orgasmed on the saddle as her mind fought desperately to hang on. In those seconds, agony was her master and was shocking her body with its electrical whip.
Becky barely remembered being dragged from the saddle and being laid on a scratchy canvas mat on the floor. She had felt so exhausted that it had been hard to breathe, and she felt battered beyond belief. Even the touch of their hands as they freed her and laid her down had seemed like an asault on her body and mind.
They were talking but it didn't make sense to Becky. It was as if they were speaking a language she didn't understand. Bits and pieces, and sometimes a full word, creeped into her mind but she couldn't fit them together.
Then hands were once again on her, positioning her on her back. Something large and rubbery was forced into her mouth, spreading her jaws wide. When it was pulled out for an adjustment, she discovered it was a large black ball with a strap. Once again the ball was pushed into her mouth, then the strap was locked around the back of her head.
Becky could barely make a whimper through the hard rubber ball, so completely did it fill her mouth. She was gagged more completely than she had ever thought possible, practically eliminating the chance of making a sound.
She was carried to a small room off the dungeon where a narrow, rectangular pit had been built into the floor. Her hands were cuffed and her feet clamped together, then she was lowered into the pit on her back. The depression was only a foot and a half deep and was just barely wide enough for her body. Her arms were jammed against the opposite sides as she lay on the cold, stone floor.
The floor beneath her was sloped slightly from the sides to the middle and Becky had noticed a drain when they had forced her into place. Now that small grating lay beneath the small of her back as she squirmed but couldn't move.
An acrid smell wafted up from beneath her, like all the animals in the world had pissed into that hole. The stench was so thick that she knew it wasn't the drops of her own piss drying on her skin. She sucked the foul air up through her nose, tasting the bitter odor as it washed back up into her mouth.
Why? she wondered. Wasn't the torture of the electricity enough? What was the sense of making her lay in such filth when there was nothing interesting for them to see?
Bart, however, looked excited about what was going to take place. And Carl, when he leaned over the edge to look in on her, couldn't wipe the grin from his face.
"It isn't fair," he said, "to let your little pussy take a piss and not let the rest of your family relieve their bladders. So Bart's going to go get them and let them have their shot at the urine pit."
Becky still didn't understand until Bart led her father and her brother into the small room with blindfolds fitted over their eyes. Slowly they shuffled from the door over to the side of the pit.
"Stand right there!" Carl ordered sharply. "You better act right or something bad's going to happen. We're being nice to you by letting you out of the chains to take a piss, but we don't want you to see where you're pissing. So you stand there real still and grab your cocks and take a good piss. There's a trench just a foot in front of your toes that's used as a urinal and that's where I want you to piss. If you don't do it right, I'm going to let you hang there in the chains next time until you piss all over yourselves."
Suddenly it was brutally clear.
Becky's eyes bulged wide. She tried to scream out for her father and brother not to do it, but the rubber ball smothered the sound. Becky couldn't moan loud enough for Fred and Billy to know that she was lying naked there in the trench.
"Where is it?" Becky's father asked as he grabbed the base of his thick cock in his right hand.
Becky grimaced when she saw that the pissslit in the end of his prick was aimed right at her cunt.
"That's good enough," Carl answered with an evil grin.
Becky knew the awful man was delighted that Fred was about to piss on his daughter. Billy was standing by the side of her father, also aiming his cock down into the trench at her. His prick head was pointed right at her tits.
"Now piss while you have the chance!" Carl commanded.
Both cocks erupted with golden streams of piss that hissed down onto Becky's body. Hot, smelly liquid slashed over her fair-haired cunt from the prick of her father, while her brother's cock bathed her tingling tits with cascading piss. Both male bladders were completely full and poured out their contents in floods.
Becky's naked body caught all of it, the streams moving a bit as the males fingered their cocks. Everywhere the piss splattered on her felt lewdly marked, and there was nothing Becky could do to make it stop. The twin streams broke on her skin, splashing drops of hot liquid to all sides.
By the time their bladders were drained, Becky was wet from piss from her feet clear up to her neck. Her nose was filled with the smell of the awful stuff, and she was afraid she was going to choke. Never would she be able to tell her father and brother that they had used her naked body for a toilet.
Becky was thankful when it was over.
At last, both cocks were dribbling their last drops of piss. Nothing in her life had ever felt so degrading, and she wished she could wash down the drain that gulped noisily at her back.
But Becky was wrong when she thought it was finished. She had forgotten that her mother also had been chained through it all and would have a stretched bladder of her own.
Becky gasped silently through the rubber ball in her mouth when she saw her mother being led in. She, also, was still bare-ass naked with a blindfold over her face. Carl took one of her arms while Bart held the other, and the two men walked Edna to the end of the pit.
"There's a trench here for you to piss in," he told her, "so you better feel for the edges on both sides with your toes. Keep one foot on either side and we'll walk you up to where you can squat."
Edna groaned. What was happening felt so humiliating. But she had to take a piss, so she had to do what they said.
Her feet probed forward, discovering the width of the trench, then she straddled it, edging forward as the two men held her arms. Finally, they stopped her and commanded her to hunker down.
Edna had pissed in the woods before on camping trips and knew what to do. She squatted, lowering her ass and cunt down as she prepared to piss.
Becky couldn't believe it! Her mother's gaping pussy was sinking slowly toward her face. Her mother's cunt was only a foot away from her little button nose. The cunt gash was parted and her mother's squatting position had spread the pussy lips.
Becky was looking right up into her mother's cunt, and she was about to get hot piss in her face!
Becky tried to cry out.
Then a stream of piss broke from her mother's cunt as Becky watched in horror. It flowed through the air and splashed on her face, striking the tip of her nose as if it was a target. Hot piss splattered in all directions, bathing her from her neck up to her hair as the main flood flowed wetly over both of her cheeks.
This time the smell of piss was almost overwhelming as drops leaked down into Becky's nostrils. Drops hit her eyes, blinding her to the sight of her mother pissing in her face.
It seemed like hours before the flow died away, although Becky knew it must have been only a minute or two. Yet, it was enough time to leave the young girl completely shamed and reeking of piss. Not even in her wildest nightmare had she imagined such a thing, and now it was all painfully real.
CHAPTER SIX
"Lick my asshole, woman," Carl ordered while on his hands and knees. "Tongue it out real good."
Edna winced at the lewd idea. It was just the latest in a string of terrible things the two men had demanded and done since capturing Edna's family. And they didn't even allow their captives the dignity of complying out of the sight of the others.
Edna was being told to eat out Carl's shitty asshole only a few feet from her naked husband and children. All of her family would be watching as she was further degraded, and that made the whole thing even worse.
She glanced up at the wall. All of them were watching, even though she wished they would close their eyes. But she knew how hard that was to do from being there herself looking on while the others had been sexually abused. Try as she would, she hadn't been able to keep from watching just as she knew Fred, Becky and Billy would now do.
Becky hadn't told her family what had happened in the room off the side of the dungeon where they had been led blindfolded to take a much-needed piss. Carl and Bart, however, had been delighted to tell Edna, Fred and Billy how they had pissed right on Becky's body and face.
All three members of her family had turned to Becky, somehow seeking her confirmation, and had received it in the embarrassed scarlet of her tits and face. Edna had been particularly stunned by the revelation because of the way she had taken her piss. Fred and Billy would have just stood there holding their cocks spraying down Becky's body, but Edna had crouched to bring her pussy almost to her daughter's nose. Becky's eyes must have looked right up her cunt before her piss hole had squirted its stream.
As she imagined it, Edna's face and tits also turned scarlet from the shame of what she had done. What she was being forced to do now, right in front of Becky, was almost like retribution for what she had done to her daughter. Still, that didn't make peering right into Carl's hairy shithole any easier, particularly when she knew that she had to lick it with her tongue.
"Hurry up, woman," Carl demanded, wiggling his naked ass back toward her face. "I don't want to wait here all day for your tongue in my shitter."
Edna wanted to throw up. She was flat on her stomach on the canvas mat on the floor, looking right up at Carl's ugly ass.
Carl was propped on his knees with the side of his head on the floor as he reached back with his hands to spread the cheeks of his butt. His ass crease parted and stretched into a flat, narrow plain with his ass-hole cratered in the middle. His ass ring was mounded and marked deeply with brown wrinkles that aimed straight up his tightly closed hole. Hair tangled around his shithole and had captured small remnants of shit. Even from almost two feet away Edna could smell the clinging aroma of his dirty shithole and was revolted by the idea of getting closer.
Suddenly her own ass exploded in pain. Fire etched a line from one side of her ass cheeks to the other. Quickly she rolled over onto her back only to catch the small whip Bart was lashing her with squarely across her stomach. Edna shrieked, grabbing at her tortured skin and the whip slashed down again, slicing across her unprotected tits. Her nipples felt as if they were being torn from her chest, and with a wailing scream, Edna rolled back onto her stomach again.
"You eat shithole when you're told!" Bart shouted, lashing her ass again.
The three tails of the small whip etched lines into her skin. Quickly Edna scrambled onto her hands and knees and almost dove at his hairy asshole, hanging open in front of her face. Her nose battered directly into the dirty brown hole, and she sucked cloyishly shitty air deeply into her nostrils. The lash cascaded down one final time reminding her what would happen if she took her face from Carl's ass.
"Lick it!" Carl growled. "Don't try to fuck it with your nose."
Edna grimaced, but there was nothing she could do but tongue-fuck his awful shithole until he got enough and let her rest. Anything else was just asking for more lashes from the whip, and that was too much pain to comprehend.
Edna drew her nose back from the shithole and replaced it with her tongue, touching the tip gently to his brown, puckered hole. Her tongue bent, licking across his wrinkled hump of sensitive flesh.
"That's right!" Carl hissed, his asshole puckering outward to meet her oral caress. "Lick my shitter clean! Tongue-fuck my asshole until I want to cum!"
A horrible taste spread through Edna's mouth. She fought down her revulsion of the smell clinging to his ass cheeks and began stroking Carl's shithole lavishly with her tongue. Spit glistened on the wrinkled little bud as she slowly cleaned his asshole.
"Tongue-fuck it!" Carl demanded again. "Curl your tongue and ram it up into my guts!"
When she hesitated, Bart sliced the air with his whip. The lashes were aimed right at Edna's ass crease and they tortured her shithole and the back of her pussy slit. The lashes slapped into her wet cuntlips. Her face drove deeply into Carl's spread ass cheeks, burrowing the tip of her tongue through his ass ring and into his guts.
"Yeah!" the man moaned. "Fuck my asshole with your tongue!"
Edna whined, her tongue pistoning deeply through the tight ring of his asshole. The roots of her tongue ached from being stretched so far as she swirled it in his shithole, licking around the folds of the inner walls. Then she rammed it back and forth like a small, corn-holing prick and gave Carl the asshole tongue-fucking of his life.
"She's good at it, Bart," Carl wailed from his knees. "She's got the best corn-holing tongue I've ever felt!"
A small rush of satisfaction washed through Edna's body when she heard Carl's words. There was nothing she wanted more than to be through with this disgusting thing, but his unexpected words of praise had a dizzying effect. When she imagined it was Fred's asshole-or even, Billy's-she was tonguing like mad, she found herself quickly being turned on with her pussy going slick. She knew it was perverted to even think like that, but it added to her ability to drive her asshole-fucking tongue into the awful man. She braced herself and fucked his tight shitter for all she was worth.
"Damn!" Carl groaned. "This gives me an idea. Bart, get the little bitch down off the wall and cuff her hands behind her thighs."
Carl's asshole felt like a fountain of pleasure as the woman's tongue drove into its guts. Never had anything probed that far up his shitter, although he had corn-holed Bart three times with his hard, throbbing cock. He watched his friend unclamp Becky from the wall. The young girl was forced to her knees, then her hands were cuffed behind her thighs. This left Becky in much the same position as Carl with her naked little asshole thrust up in the air.
"Now do the same thing to the boy," Carl ordered. "Put him on the other side of the mat."
Billy quickly joined his sister on the floor on his knees and face. His naked ass was also thrust up into the air, and his balls and thick cock hung down between his legs.
"Roll away, woman," Carl said to Edna.
He hated to end the ass-eating session, but his new idea turned him on even more. His prick was as hard as a rock, jutting out with the cockhead swollen and purple. The lust within him burned with the need to administer pain and humiliation.
Edna was locked back in the chains on the wall. Then a short leg bar was clamped between Fred's ankles. He could barely stand and he certainly couldn't move around. There was no way he was able to attack the two men that held his family captive. All he could do was kneel on the mat and wait for their instructions.
"We've already taken the cherries from your little slut daughter's pussy and mouth," Carl mocked. "But I think a daddy ought to have some privileges for himself. So we've been kind enough to leave you her asshole cherry-which you're going to take care of now. Just think, Pop-you're going to be the first one to ever corn-hole your little daughter's shitter. That ought to make you feel real proud!"
"No," Becky moaned.
When she had watched her mother's asshole being fucked, she had known the pain had been intense. Just the thought of a prick-even her father's-ripping up her shitter was enough to scare the poor girl to death.
"I-I can't do that," Fred said.
He glanced over at Becky's upturned ass cheeks, and slowly shook his head. The sight of her tiny asshole was tempting, but there was no way he could fuck it with his prick. After all, the young girl was his daughter.
"Well, I could fuck it for you," Carl said, sinking to his knees.
He handed the sharp knife up to Bart, motioning toward Fred with a twist of his head. Bart pointed the blade toward Fred, insuring he would be compliant.
"But I think I'm going to leave your little girl's asshole to my friend, Bart," Carl continued, "while I corn-hole your boy's ass."
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Fred snarled. "You leave Billy alone!"
Carl laughed lustily. His cock was in his hand. His fingers played along the thick, throbbing shaft to stroke the sex weapon hard. His prick head swelled until it was bulging atop the mighty rod. Then Carl stepped over and knelt behind the boy's naked ass.
"Daddy!" Billy whined when he felt male fingers digging at his ass cheeks.
"Leave him alone!" Fred jerked forward a couple of inches on his knees.
"I guess you have a choice to make." Carl scowled. "Either you're going to butt-fuck your little girl, or I'm going to corn-hole your boy's ass. So which is it going to be?"
It was a terrible dilemma for Fred. He glanced over at his daughter's tempting upturned asscheeks and her shithole that winked out between. Then he turned and stared at the throbbing, raging cock that Carl was pointing at his son's ass. No matter which way he decided, he couldn't win. Even if he did decide to keep his prick out of Becky's ass, Bart would butt-fuck her instead.
With a groan, Fred settled back onto the bar that pinned his feet apart. Then he slowly turned toward his daughter's naked ass, his mind finally made up. Becky's shithole peeked out of her ass crease like a puckered eye watching him approach.
"Oh, Daddy!" Becky whimpered as she heard her father approach her naked asscheeks on his knees.
Her shithole puckered as if trying to hide from what it knew was coming. Even taking a shit sometimes caused the young girl to strain, and she didn't want to think about the pain a prick might cause. She wanted to scream at him to let Billy's asshole be plundered instead, but she knew it would do no good. Bart would only corn-hole her instead. Then Billy's shithole would be stretched by the other man. At least this way it would be her father's prick that was jamming clear into her guts. He'd fuck her ass easier than any of the others and perhaps save her some pain.
Now that the decision was made, Fred's attention was riveted on his little girl's shithole. Her asscheeks were creamy mounds of peaches-and-cream skin stretched across tight muscles. She was not yet a woman, and there was no spread to make her ass wide. The wrinkled button of her asshole peeked out of a well-defined ass crease that was like a small, narrow valley in her succulent flesh. The flesh of her shithole was barely darker than the surrounding skin and puckered up toward him as if it were waiting for a kiss.
Between his legs, Fred's cock stirred. The sight of Becky's ass was turning him on, now that he had decided to fuck his hard cock up her shithole. He let his mind wander through all of the temptations he had felt before while watching the young girl bounce through their house in thin pajamas that had shown her little tits and ass. Many times he had thought about fucking Becky, but he had pushed his desire aside, knowing that fathers shouldn't lust after their own daughters. But now he was being forced to corn-hole her little ass, and those taboos were quickly forgotten as blood and lust pounded into his balls and cock, swelling his prick until it was throbbing hard and erect.
Becky felt him scoot up behind her, then rough hands rubbed all around the mounds of her ass cheeks.. Edna moaned as she watched her husband line up his cockhead with his little daughter's shithole.
Becky gasped when his hot prick flesh pressed against her tiny asshole. The cockhead felt like a whole fist trying to ram into her guts. She whimpered, and the pain hadn't even begun, since not even a fraction of the monstrously hard prick had sneaked past the clenched muscles of her ass ring.
His prick moved lower and his cockhead rubbed against the slippery lips of her pussy to set off sparks up Becky's cunt. The bulging knob on the prick slowly forced its way into her cunthole, stretching wide the mouth of her fuck pit.
"Oh, Daddy!" Becky groaned, wiggling her ass to try to allow his cock to sink farther in her pussy.
"I didn't tell you to fuck her cunt!" Carl snarled.
"I'm just greasing it," Fred explained. "I'll never get my cock in her ass without a little bit of help."
"Just spit in your fucking hand," Carl snapped. He rubbed saliva into his own cockhead as he lined it up with Billy's puckered ass. "If you don't get your prick into that little bitch, I'm going to ram mine into this boy!"
Fred nodded and pulled his prick out of Becky's cunt and pressed the cockhead hard against the wrinkled bud of her shithole. His hands wrapped around the front of her hips and pulled her ass back toward his spearing cock.
"No!" the young girl screamed as the greased cockhead burst through her ass ring.
It felt as if the muscles had been torn rather than just pushed aside. Fiery pain burned a circle around the hard, penetrating prick as Becky wailed from the shock to her whole lower body.
"I can't stand it!" she shrieked. "It's too big! My asshole is too little to be fucked!"
Fred grunted, jerking with his hands against the front of her hips. At the same time, he used his own ass to drive his cock another two inches into his young daughter's shitter.
"No!" Becky moaned pitifully. "Get it out! Get your cock out of my shithole, Daddy!"
She screamed, the pain driving her wild.
Sweat trickled down Fred's forehead. He heard his daughter's pleas, but he couldn't stop. His own lust consumed him now that he had his prick lodged in her little asshole, and he was burning with the desire to give her shitter a good fuck. Her ass ring was gripping his cockshaft with unbelievable pressure, and his prick throbbed with the need to bury itself all the way inside.
"Aaeeiii!" Becky screamed as her father's cock pierced all the way into her shithole.
Hot, hanging balls slapped her sharply in the cunt as cock hair tickled at the skin of her asscheeks. The swollen prick head was speared clear up into her guts as all of Fred's long, thick cock shaft was crammed in her ass.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good!" she heard her father exclaim.
As the thick fuck monster began pistoning in Becky's shithole, she realized that it was more lust for her body that drove her father rather than the desire to spare young Billy.
"I've never fucked anything so tight!" Fred growled, his fingers digging into the front of her hips. He thrust his hard cock in and out of her gripping asshole as his mind discarded all thought of anyone else in the room.
Slowly, Becky's ass ring adjusted to the stretching by his corn-holing cock. The pain drained away from her shithole, making the assfuck more bearable. Still, everything inside her felt pushed out of shape and her guts felt battered by the throbbing, hammering cock.
"Take my fucking prick in your ass!" her father shouted as he crammed long, hard inches into her guts. "You've got the best corn-holing shitter in the world. I'm ass-fucking my own daughter!"
In her misery, Becky heard a sharp cry, and she opened her eyes to stare at the naked bodies just a few feet away. Carl was using his hands to spread Billy's ass cheeks as he hammered his hard cock into the young boy's ass. The angle was right for Becky to watch the thick prick meat spearing Billy's shithole. Then the man began corn-holing the boy for real, and Becky watched her father's prick ream out her own shitter.
Fred grunted with each stroke. The skin of his thighs slapped against the backs of Becky's legs each time he drove his cock all the way in. The strokes were coming harder and faster as cum boiled in his balls, and Fred was close to blasting spunk up his daughter's asshole.
As Becky watched, Carl was hammering his ass-raping prick faster and faster into her brother's tortured shithole.
Everything whirled around her. None of it made any sense. Just a few days before, sex had been something only whispered about by the other girls when they were drying their titties and cunts after a shower, in the locker room after school. Now, even her asshole was being violently abused by the hard-fucking cock of her father.
The fuck muscle in her ass swelled like a balloon. Then suddenly, wet heat bathed into her guts. Sticky spunk blasted far up her ass and her father shouted as his cum poured through his cock. A few feet away, Carl was bellowing as he poured jism into Billy's shithole. Both Becky and Billy lay groaning as their asses were filled up with cum.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The collars chafed around the necks of the two female captives as they were led around the dungeon on their hands and knees. The stone floor bit into their flesh each time their hands and knees came down. Becky was in front at the end of a leash held by the sadistic Carl. Edna was only a few feet to the rear, staring right at Becky's naked ass, Bart holding her tether.
"I told you they were bitches," Carl laughed, giving Becky's leash a vicious pull. "And it's about time for these bitch dogs to learn a little respect. By the time we're through with them, they'll know exactly how to heel."
Edna's face flushed. Behind her somewhere, her husband and son were locked in chains on the wall. They would be watching her and Becky being totally humiliated, just as she had watched both of her kids be fucked in the ass.
That memory still bothered Edna. Fred had corn-holed her ass several times and Edna had to admit that she liked it a lot. His hard cock shoving apart her ass ring and burying into her guts had been one of her biggest thrills. But she had never thought about Fred fucking Becky's shithole, or about Billy being corn-holed in the ass. She was glad that the rest of them hadn't seen how excited she'd been. She had groaned and her pussy had poured from watching her kids being butt-fucked. She knew she should have been horrified, but that had added to the thrill. It was wrong-so totally wrong-and what was happening now seemed like punishment for the sexual thrill she had experienced. Now she was being treated just like a slutty dog.
Becky's hips wiggled in front of Edna as the young girl crawled painfully on hands and knees. Edna's eyes sought out the wrinkled eye of Becky's shithole and stared at the puckered little thing. Her cunt grew warm just looking at her daughter's asshole and the cunt that slitted beneath.
What is happening to me? Edna thought, tearing her eyes from her young daughter's fuck flesh.
"Hey, Bart!" Carl called. "Here's something to help you get that bitch in hand. You know, spare the rod and spoil the cunt, or something like that."
Carl tossed a black riding crop to Bart. The crop was almost three feet long. A small, leather loop fitted around the wrist to hold the torture device firm. Its slender stalk, wound with leather, narrowed to a metal-covered tip. It was Umber enough that when Bart tried it, it whistled as it cut the air.
As Edna watched, Carl pulled down a second crop and laid it across the creamy skin of Becky's ass. It looked like a black slash mark in the paleness of her hips. Slowly Carl raised the crop, then snapped it back, slapping viciously against Becky's ass flesh. An angry scarlet mark now crossed both cheeks of Becky's ass.
"Ouch!" The young girl howled as fire tattooed across her hips.
It felt as if the tip of the flame of a blowtorch had been run across her ass. The crop gave a cutting sensation and left intense pain in its wake.
"Don't do that!" Edna shrieked.
Then suddenly her own ass was cut across by fire. While she wasn't looking, Bart had lashed her with the stinging crop that he held. Edna's shrill cry of pain was choked out when Bart jerked on the leash.
"Bitch dogs don't talk, or tell their masters what to do!" the burly man snarled.
His naked, hairy body was completely exposed. His heavy cock waved between his legs when he jerked Edna around, and she found it impossible to put the prick weapon out of her mind.
"You neither!" Carl snapped at Becky, pulling her leash tight.
The young girl's tongue hung out of her mouth from the choking pressure of the leather around her neck.
"Now," Carl continued, "you know what kind of punishment you're going to get if you two sluts don't learn obedience like good little bitch dogs. The first things you're going to learn is to walk with your masters and to heel by our left legs."
Carl stepped out, dragging Becky behind. Bart moved off behind him, pulling Edna by the leash. The two naked females winced from the pain that the stone floor was causing to their hands and knees, but they managed to keep up. Both riding crops were poised to lash their asses if they faltered.
Becky moaned as she was led back and forth in front of her father and her brother, displayed for them as if she were some featured bitch in a dog show. Behind her, she could hear the groans of her mother.
Becky felt completely battered, her asshole sore, her pussy torn of its cherry, and she could still taste the flavor of cum in her mouth. With all of the torture that had happened, it seemed as though they had been captured for more than a year, but she knew it had only been a short time. How she would ever make it through any more such agony, she just didn't know.
"Heel, bitch!" Carl snarled, whipping her with the crop when she looked up for directions.
He had stopped directly in front of the two chained family members, so they could see the abuse of their families. Carl jerked on the chain, hauling Becky back as he slicked at her with the crop.
"No, please!" Becky cried, not knowing what to do.
She glanced frantically to her left and saw her mother lowering her ass to the cold floor. Edna was next to Bart's left leg with her hands palm down on the floor, her shins taking her weight and her bare pussy resting on the stone.
Bart laughed his satisfaction that his captive female knew how to heel, while Carl was having trouble with his own. The crop traced scarlet lines across Becky's ass and back until she had followed her mother's example. Then both females-the daughter and the mother-heeled obediently by their masters' sides.
"That's the way you should teach your women to behave." Carl mocked the man and his son who were still chained to the wall. "If you'd had them trained, they'd be at home now pleasing you and your cocks rather than leading you up here and getting you caught."
Fred frowned. The vacation had been Edna's and Becky's idea, even though Billy had wanted to drive by the castle. But that had been only after they had been on the road for several days. And after they had found it closed, it had been Becky who discovered the unlocked door and convinced them to go inside. If he had to fix the blame for all that had happened, it would have to be on Edna's and Becky's pushy nature. Perhaps it was something he was going to have to take care of if they ever got out of the chains.
"Let's let these bitch dogs get acquainted," Carl told Bart as he pulled Edna up from her heeling position.
Bart did the same with Becky and the two females met nose to nose in the center of the room.
"No, no!" Carl snarled, jerking roughly on the leash. "Don't tell me you've never seen two dogs meet in the street. The first thing they do is smell each other's asses and cunts."
He pulled Becky around behind Edna. Both were on their hands and knees and her mother's naked ass was hovering in the air. Full asscheeks were suspended just a couple of feet from Becky's face, and she could see directly into the ass crease where her mother's shithole peeked out. Below the asshole, just an inch away, the beginning of her mother's pussy lips slitted and ran back toward the valley between her legs. Most of the cunt gash was in sight, and it glistened where pussy juices had slickened the flesh.
Becky's arms and knees went weak as she was pulled toward her mother's ass cheeks by steady, insistent tugs on her leash. Finally she stopped fighting and let herself be dragged along until her nose bumped into the ass crease and right up against the puckered shithole. Becky's lips brushed the mound of her mother's pussy, and she held her breath.
Finally her lungs demanded air, and she breathed in, surprised to find a pleasant musky smell. Her nostrils flared open and breathed deeply. Saliva gathered in her mouth and she could almost taste the flavor of what she was smelling. Her lips moved to savor the taste and they brushed lightly against her mother's pussylips.
Edna's body stiffened when her ass trembled. She could feel the lips of her daughter softly working against the skin of her pussy. The touch sent warm sensations rocketing clear up her cunthole to spread throughout her guts.
"That's enough!" Carl snapped, using the collar to jerk Becky's face from her mother's ass. "Let's let the other bitch get acquainted with you."
Becky turned, knowing her mother's face would soon be shoved in her ass. Becky couldn't help but lift her hips a bit to raise her ass cheeks into the air. Her tight little pussy ached from just knowing it would be next to her mother's lips, and her asshole fluttered for the touch of her mother's nose.
The front of a face parted Becky's ass cheeks. Then the tip of a nose bumped against her shithole. Soft lips puckered against the lightly haired cunt mound, and Becky moaned and almost went to her face on the floor. Her elbows shook as her weak arms held her up and hot arrows of sensation ricocheted through her cunt.
Edna couldn't help it. It was done before she could think about it. The sweet smell of her daughter's asshole and the touch of soft cunt hair to her lips made her lick out with her tongue. The wet tip, trailing saliva, traveled almost the entire length of Becky's cunt slit. The tongue collected succulent pussy juices and Edna swept them into her mouth to savor the taste.
"Ohhhh!" Becky moaned when her cunt was licked.
This time she couldn't fight it and her arms collapsed and her face went to the floor. She turned onto her right cheek and lifted her hips, bringing her entire pussy up to the mouth of her mother.
"These bitches really want to get acquainted!" Carl laughed.
"Look at her licking cunt!" Bart exclaimed.
Edna was beyond caring what her two captors said. The smell of her daughter's shithole was an aphrodisiac to her lusts and Becky's cunt juice was nectar to her lips. Never before had she licked a pussy, and she was shot through by excitement at her daughter's cunt being the first. The thrill of it was so complete that it washed from her mind the fact that the whole family was captive and that her cunt-eating was being watched by the two evil men.
Becky was also beyond thought. With her eyes closed, all she could feel was the kiss of cold stone against her cheek and the delicious touch of her mother's tongue in her cunt. The tongue parted her pussy lips and glided down the wet flesh between. Finally, it found her cunthole and rammed an inch inside. The tip of the tongue swirled, licking around the inner walls. Becky moaned and thrust back with her hips to try to drive the tongue even farther inside.
"That's so good!" Becky groaned, lost in passion.
Edna's own cunt grew warmer at the sound of her daughter's voice. Just knowing that she was giving Becky so much pleasure was enough to turn Edna on. She wanted to pull every bit of her daughter's pussy flesh into her mouth and suck on it as if it were a cock.
Unnoticed, the leashes had grown slack and the pressure was gone from their collars. The two men were enjoying watching the cunt-eating session so much they were willing to drop their constant control. There was no chance of the two females trying to escape since they were so tied up licking cunt.
Becky's body slipped lower and lower as her mother forced in harder with her face. Finally, one leg slipped and she rolled to the side ending up on her back. Her mother was so frantically eating her young pussy that her face stayed in her cunt all the way. When the turning was through, the young girl was on her back with her legs kicked up over her mother's shoulders. Edna was on her knees and elbows with her mouth locked onto Becky's cunt.
"Oh, Mother!" Becky gasped, wrapping both hands into her mother's hair. The young girl forced Edna's face even harder into her wet, pouting pussy.
Edna's tongue licked up her daughter's cunt slit, working the small bud of sex nerves at the no top out of its folds. Becky's clit tingled with sexual fire as her mother stroked it with her tongue. Never had the young girl felt anything so exciting as the pussy-licking which she was receiving.
Edna, too, was lost in the sexual pleasure of lapping her daughter's cunt. Pussy juices flowed in over her tongue, slickening it with the acid taste of the young girl's body. She drank from the pussy, ramming her tongue far up the cunthole to spur on more of the tasty cream.
Something smacked Edna sharply across her ass, burning a line of fire into her skin. The riding crop held by Carl whistled through the air again, landing on Edna's ass cheeks. But even the pain from the beating seemed to mix in with the pleasure, increasing the lust of the older woman. She couldn't separate the twopain and pleasure-because for the moment, they had become one. The harder Carl lashed her naked ass, the more Edna tried to force her tongue up her daughter's cunthole. The young girl was now pouring out her juices as she began to cum right into her mother's face.
"Mother!" Becky shrieked, her whole lower body on fire. She mashed her cunt right into the licking face to increase the pussy-eating pressure.
Edna's ass was a tattered mess of bright scarlet welts. Carl still lashed her naked ass cheeks as he watched her making her young daughter cum. The older woman relished the pain he was administering, turning it into perverted pleasure.
"Get shithead and his son off the wall and let's let them have a little cunt," Carl suddenly ordered. Bart hurried over to unclasp the chains.
Both of the males-father and son-were caught up in their own lust. Watching Edna eat Becky's cunt had made their pricks raging hard. As soon as their hands were freed, both made directly for the two squirming female bodies. Fred knocked his wife's face away from his daughter's cunt. Then he scooted up between Becky's spread legs. Meanwhile, Billy dropped to his knees behind his mother's squirming ass and took his long cock in one hand. He lined his throbbing prick up with her pussy, then drove his long cock up her cunthole.
Fred slapped at the inner thighs of his daughter, then pushed her legs up over his shoulders, spreading her tight, leaking little pussy. Then he aimed his throbbing cockhead for her cunthole. With one push, he buried the knob of his prick into her burning, wet heat. Her tight cunt mouth squeezed hard around his cock shaft as it rammed into the near-virgin hole.
"Daddy!" Becky squealed. "You're fucking me! Your cock is so big!" Edna gasped as she felt her son's prick bury inside her, driving clear to the closed end of her pussy channel. Just two feet away she could see her husband's thick prick stretching her daughter's young cunthole. The tender, pink pussy lips of the young girl swallowed her father's cock. Edna moaned at such a lewd sight, then Billy hammered her with his prick. Edna's pussy wrapped hotly around the young boy's cock and squeezed down with all of its cunt strength.
"A family fuck!" Carl laughed hysterically, lashing out with the crop.
The first blow fell across Edna's back and made the older woman groan. Her ass wiggled lustily back against her son's groin, her pleasure increased by the pain. The second blow caught Billy's shoulders making him thrust harder with his prick. His cockhead buried against the back of his mother's cunt channel, bruising her tender flesh.
Bart, too, was busy with his riding crop, working on the other fucking pair. He lashed down at their bodies, striking one blow after another, until both were covered by red streaks. Fred was slashed harshly across his back and shoulders, while Becky caught the lashes on her stomach and tits. One brutal blow landed across both nipples and made them burn with sexual fire. She, too, had blended the agony and pleasure into a sexual lust. Each time the crop landed on Fred's flesh, he hammered his hard prick into Becky until she groaned in even more intense pain.
"Fucking animals!" Carl screamed, lashing them again and again. "Pricks and slut cunts fucking like they don't have any shame!"
Bart's riding crop was also whistling, striking the father and daughter. His balls were clutched tightly up against his body in their hairy, hanging sac. Both he and Carl were almost driven to cumming by watching and lashing the four fuckers.
"Fuck me!" Edna said as she felt her cunt begin to boil. Billy's cock swelled inside her and his cockhead bulged getting ready to fire.
"Fuck my cunt!" Becky echoed as her own cum began to explode.
Billy groaned as his balls leaped. His cockhead blossomed and hot spunk blasted into his mother's cunt.
Fred's body stiffened and his cock pounded as his spunk began to boil.
Mother and daughter felt scalding jism rocket inside their pussies. All four family fuckers were locked into cumming like they had never experienced before.
Above them, their two captors dropped the riding crops they had been using and grabbed for their raging cocks. Soon those pricks were also erupting, firing hot cum into the air. Long, sticky white streaks of jism cascaded down all over the four bodies of the family fuckers. Their skin, already covered by whip lashes, was streaked with cum by the time they were through.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A thick, black belt was buckled around Fred's naked waist and his right hand was clamped into a metal bracelet behind his back. He had been placed on a small ledge three feet off the floor that was barely big enough for his feet. A clamp on a small length of chain had been locked onto his right ankle. Only by leaning back into the stall was he able to keep from tumbling forward.
Then a metal ring with sharp, jagged teeth had been snapped around the base of his cock.
Attached to the ring was a stout cord that connected to a heavy stone. The stone was given to him to hold in his left hand which made him slightly unbalanced. The cord was barely long enough to reach his feet, and was certainly too short to reach the floor.
He was trapped. The clamp around his ankle kept him from jumping down from the ledge and he couldn't lean over to put the rock on the narrow shelf without tumbling forward and striking his face on the stone floor. He certainly couldn't drop the rock without the razor-like teeth in the ring ripping off his cock. And, already, his left arm ached and his hand cramped from holding the heavy stone.
Billy was also having problems. He was led across the large dungeon to an exercise treadmill standing against the opposite wall. The walking platform was almost six feet long with a crossbar mounted in front to hang onto. The young boy, however, couldn't take advantage of that since his wrists were tied behind his back. Before the treadmill was turned on, a narrow metal band was locked around the base of his balls and cock. The thin strip of metal was tugged tight and then the band was clipped to a small link of chain attached to the front of the machine. The chain was about two feet long giving Billy plenty of slack. But when the treadmill was in motion he had to be careful to keep within two feet of the front.
At first he had no problem. The treadmill barely moved. Just by shuffling along, the young boy was able to keep the bite of the metal from his prick. Then slowly, the motion was accelerated until the treadmill was clipping along. Billy's feet had to stride quickly to keep the chain from pulling tight and causing the metal to bite. He glanced across the room at his father and grimaced. At least Billy had a chance to keep moving and relieve some of his anxiety without having to just stand and endure the pain.
Edna had woes of a different kind. She had been taken to one end of the dungeon where a small track had been embedded in the stone. It was a single metal railing that transcribed a circle twenty feet around. A box with a motor on top was fixed to the track. The car dangled a five-foot length of chain that ended in a thick pad formed like a crotch area of a pair of pants.
Edna wondered what was going on. She was forced onto her back on the cold floor just a couple of feet behind the car. Her hands were locked into clamps which slid along the rails. Her pussy was coated with a thick, sticky goo then the pad was forced against her cunt, fitting snugly up against her flesh. When the motor was started and the car began moving around the track, Edna found out that the sticky paste was some form of super-glue that had cemented every hair of her pussy swatch to the rapidly retreating pad.
Quickly, the woman's ass leaped from the stone. Her knees jutted out sharply as she was forced to crawl upside-down and in reverse. Like a crab, she scrambled along following the small car around the circle. Each time she slowed down, the chain on the pad pulled tight and ripped at the cunt hair of her crotch. She had no option but to crawl upside-down after it to keep the pain from her cunt. . Becky marveled at the torture of her family. Her father, mother and brother were all caught in horrible situations. Each of then could keep the intense pain away only as long as their bodies could hold out. She wondered whether Carl and Bart had something equally perverse planned for her.
She didn't have to wait long to find out. She was taken from the chains and led toward the wall. There, what looked like a heavy exercise bicycle awaited, and Becky was forced up on top. Her stomach and hips were strapped to the frame, locking her tightly in place. Then her hands were clamped to the handlebars and her feet were secured to the pedals. Wires with small alligator clips were led out from the front of the machine and attached to her tender nipples and her clit. She winced from the bite of the sharp little teeth until the pinched flesh thankfully went numb.
Tentatively she turned the pedals and felt a hard probe at her cunt. When her feet stopped, Carl snapped a riding crop across the exposed flesh of her belly. She cried, then pushed at the pedals, slowly running a thick dildo far up her cunthole. Becky groaned as the hard rubber shaft stretched her cunt. But that was better than the taste of the whip.
As she continued to turn the pedals, the phony cock retreated from her cunt. Then another hard probe came, but this one was at her asshole. Once again, Becky's legs jerked to a stop. This time, she thought, it was going to take more than a tap with the crop to get her to painfully fuck a dildo up her ass.
Carl just laughed and tossed the riding crop to the side. He reached down in front of the bicycle and turned a small knob. Electrical current tickled Becky's tits and clit, making her jump in surprise.
"That's nothing yet." The man laughed at her. "It starts out slow and builds up. Once it gets on all the way, it'll shock you silly. The only way to stop it is to pedal the bike. The faster you pedal, the less electricity will come through. But if you ever stop pedaling, every bit of electricity will come through and maybe burn off those tits and clit."
Becky didn't want to believe him, but soon she had no choice. The electricity increased until her tits started to jump. Reluctantly, she began to push on the pedals, increasing the pressure on her ass.
"Aaeeii!" she screamed as the rubber dildo popped through her ass ring.
Her shithole was stretched wide apart. As she moved the pedals, the long shaft ran all the way up into her guts. Then the punishing phony prick retreated until it finally pulled out of her ass. Immediately, the other rubber dildo was ramming into her cunthole, fucking her pussy wide. No matter how much the two battering shafts rammed her, the electrical current pushed the young girl until her feet were whirling the pedals.
The two men who had captured the family were delighted. Carl and Bart drifted from one captive to another. When something happened, they wanted to be present to watch the agony of the tortured.
Fred was in trouble. The heavy stone, almost ten pounds of dead weight, was dragging hard on his arm. Fred felt as though his muscles were about to give out. When he rested the stone on his hip, he had to twist his back, causing his spine to ache. Hanging heavy in his mind was the real chance of falling from the ledge.
Billy was beginning to wear down too. It felt as if he had already walked ten miles. Still, the treadmill kept on turning. His shoulders ached and his arms and his calves were beginning to cramp. But each time he slowed down for even a fraction of a second, the pace of the treadmill carried him back. Then the chain would tighten and constrict the thin metal band on the base of his prick and balls. It felt as if the strip would tear off his cock and nuts, and he always hurried to catch up. He didn't know how much longer he could keep going.
For a while, Edna had sobbed but now she needed every bit of her strength just to carry on. The pace of the car on the rail wasn't too fast but it never let up. Upside-down, she crawled cunt-first after it as the pad pulled painfully at her pussy hair. Already she had lost a number of strands around the edges of her cunt patch. Her arms and legs hurt terribly from cramps, but she had no option but to go on. The car never stopped or even slowed down and the threat to her cunt hair was bitterly real.
Becky was growing exhausted and her ass and shitter felt fucked out. Every time she slowed her feet, the electricity would rush back to her tits and clit. As long as it was just a tingle, it really didn't hurt, but to keep it at that level Becky had to pedal strongly with her feet. To make it die altogether took a heroic effort, and she was satisfied to let it jingle her painfully hard nipples and her swollen, over stimulated clit. A few times she thought she was too tired to keep on moving her legs, but when the electricity burned into her and caused her body to shake, she found new energy to keep pedaling even though the agony was driving her insane, "Look at all these fuckers." Carl laughed sadistically, glancing from one family member to the other. "All of them just busy as bees. Except for the old man over there just standing around while the rest of his family works. He thinks he doesn't have to do much since he's carrying the heavy responsibility of the house."
Fred groaned. The rock was breaking his arm. The stone was slipping from his hip.
Bart howled with undisguised glee. "Look at the old bitch. She just keeps going in circles!"
Edna shrieked as a few more cunt hairs were pulled out.
"And the boy." Bart pointed. "He's just like every other kid. No matter how much he goes, he don't get nowhere!"
Billy's cock and balls ached from being tugged as he slowed down. No longer could he force his legs and feet fast enough to stay ahead of the chain.
"But this one is my favorite," Carl hissed as he peered at Becky's sweating, clamp-fastened tits. He glanced down at her crotch from where he could hear the sloshing of the two hard rubber pricks in her battered asshole and cunt.
Suddenly, Fred groaned in intense agony. Carl and Bart rushed over. It was obvious the father was going to be the first to give out.
The rock felt as if it weighed more than a hundred pounds. If only he could grab it with two hands, he could suspend it with his arms and relieve most of the pressure. But one hand was tied behind his back and the other arm had to do the work of two. Now, the stone was going to fall and there was nothing more he could do about it. And when it tumbled toward the ground, it would pull the cord tight and rip the teeth of the ring through his cock. Desperately, Fred thought of some way to avoid losing his prick now that postponing the decision was no longer possible.
Slowly he dipped to the side, trying to lower the rock to the ledge. But when he tried to get down far enough to do it safely, he almost pitched from the shelf.
"Aaargh!" he groaned miserably as he pulled himself back into place.
It took his last ounce of strength and his knees began to buckle. He acted desperately and dropped the stone from his hand. As soon as the rock was underway, Fred was falling along with it.
He kicked with his bound foot, pulling the chain tight, diving down to race with his cock. It was a contest with the prize being his cock.
His free arm flew downward to break his fall. Something tight gripped around his prick and, in a frantic half-second, he was afraid it was being ripped away. But then the floor was coming up too fast as his body tilted downward with one foot still up on the ledge. He hit his hand, severely straining his wrist, then he rolled with one shoulder striking the floor. He groaned heavily, feeling battered and bruised. In agony, he glanced down between his naked legs. There, a bit bloody but still intact, was his wonderful cock.
Billy was the next one to give out and his two torturers were near. His calves were completely knotted with cramps and his thighs were pushed to the point of collapse. The chain holding the band around the base of his cock and balls had been tight for several minutes, causing pain throughout his groin. Then suddenly, a crushing cramp gripped his entire left leg and he started to collapse.
Pain bit sharply into the base of his cock and balls as the strap tightened. Billy fell to his knees, then was jerked onto his back. He was dragged along the treadmill by the clasping grip on his groin.
"No!" he screamed.
His cock and balls felt as if they were being pulled out by the roots. The pain was almost frighteningly intense, but even more horrifying was the thought that it might stop; that would mean his cock was gone, torn viciously from his body.
Suddenly, much of the pressure stopped and the young boy screamed. He panicked, thrashing out with his feet. He was so frightened that he didn't notice that Carl had turned off the treadmill. Only after almost a minute did Billy realize that his cock hadn't been torn off. Then he babbled his relief, no longer aware of the soreness in his groin.
Edna was not so lucky. For as long as she could, she had kept up, but now all of her strength was gone. Crawling upside-down, being pulled by her cunt hair was terrible. Each time her hands or her feet stumbled, some of her pussy hair was ripped out.
"I can't stand it!" Edna screamed, falling forward.
The steady tug became a sharp pull and the skin around her cunthole exploded in pain. Desperately she fought with her hands against the hard, stone floor. But no matter how hard she tried, her arms were exhausted and couldn't support her weight.
"Aaeeiii!" the woman screamed as every pussy hair was yanked taut.
Quickly, the pores began giving way and the strands started to rip out. A large patch a bit below her navel was the first to go, leaving angry red skin. Suddenly, the pressure was stronger than the grip of her flesh and her whole pussy mound seemed to explode. In a split second, Edna's whole patch of cunt hair was ripped out.
"No!" Edna screamed from the intense pain.
Her legs curled into the air as her thighs parted to reveal the completely bald mound of her cunt. As she watched with horrified eyes, the pad that had been glued to her cunt glided on around the circle with every strand of her pussy hair attached.
Becky was the final one to give in. The memory of the shocks she had received when she had pissed on the wire kept her feet frantically pumping the pedals. She remembered the gripping pain throughout her body and the tight locking of her chest. Even the riding crop seemed to be just an inconvenience compared with the horror of the shock.
"Please," she moaned when Carl and Bart returned after watching Edna's pussy hair being torn out. "I can't pedal any longer and I don't want to be shocked."
"You're in a shit pot full of trouble then, ain't you?" Bart laughed, holding his hard cock by the base and waving it at the tortured young girl.
"I'll suck your prick!" Becky wailed. "You can fuck me in the ass-anything-but get me off this thing!"
The two men only mocked her as she struggled on in pain. Her cunt was battered and her asshole was stretched out of shape. Her cunt and shitter had endured the hammering of the artificial cocks, and both were almost beaten numb. Her legs worked to the point of exhaustion. Cramps had gripped them but even those were now gone as the muscles started to go limp. The current flowing into her tit nipples and her clit was no longer a tingle, but a sharp, bitter bite. As hard as she tried, she wasn't able to pump her legs fast enough to hold the current back.
"Help me!" she screamed desperately. "It's going to burn up my titties and cunt!"
Carl and Bart hammered on their cocks, stroking them rapidly with growing lust. The girl's agony was the final pleasure needed to make their balls explode. Both aimed throbbing prick right at the desperate girl who began grimacing in pain.
"It's happening!" Becky cried. "I can't stop it any more!"
The explosion of the full force of the current hit her like the force of a million pounds. The muscles in her legs gave out completely and wouldn't carry the pedals another spin.
Becky's body jerked. Her tits whipped all over her chest. Her whole cunt gash flared open from the intense electrical pain.
"Ah! Ah! ah!"
Frantic sounds ripped from her lungs. Her eyes rolled back inside her head and her cunt exploded in one continuous, massive cum. The men's cocks blasted out their jism, splashing it all over her tits and stomach. But the young girl was lost to any further indignities as the shock took over her mind.
Carl hit the switch. Still Becky's body jerked and thrashed. Long after the current had left her body, pussy cream poured out over the seat. Finally, a long groan emerged from her throat to match the unstoppable cum of her cunt.
CHAPTER NINE
While the battered, tortured family was left hanging in the chains-aching but thankful for the respite-Carl and Bart traveled to the local bars gathering up their friends.
"I'm hungry, Daddy!" Becky moaned as she slumped wearily, resting her naked ass on the cold stone wall.
Fred grunted, knowing there was little that he could do about it. He knew that the next thing that Becky ate would probably be some long, hard cock. His own prick stirred restlessly between his legs, thickening with the memory of his young daughter sucking the cum from his own throbbing pole. She had only done it to save his cock from being cut off, but that still didn't overcome Fred's pleasure of having had his prick buried in his daughter's throat.
Edna was also running memories through her mind. Her whole pussy mound was still angry and red from being snatched bald, but her cunt gash was slick with juices from the memory of Billy's cock plundering her cunt. Occasionally she had had wild dreams of fucking her son's prick, and now they had turned into reality. In one wild day, being fucked by Billy had almost made the torture worthwhile-if only the chains would now disappear. But that wasn't likely; even though it had been hours since they had seen Carl and Bart, Edna was sure there must be more pain and torture lingering in the family's immediate future.
Becky was perhaps the most confused of all by her thoughts. Her cunt still tingled from the electricity it had suffered, but there were long stains of pussy juice streaking the insides of both thighs. The torture had brought a crashing, ripping cum along with the pain and panic, and her cunt and asshole literally ached for some more brutal treatment. Even her tits were sensitive, the nipples poking straight out as if reaching for someone's fingers to tweak them viciously and renew the spikes of feeling in her body.
The family members were interrupted by the crash of the heavy wooden door into the dungeon. Four captive faces lifted to watch the return of the men. Carl and Bart walked in, clothed for the first time in a while. Behind their two captors, a whole group of other men filed into the room.
Becky gasped. It looked like a criminal's convention had escaped from a state prison and there wasn't a friendly looking one in the bunch. Half of them hadn't shaved in almost a week and all looked like they could have used a good bath.
One-a tall, lanky man of about thirty with shaggy black hair-stalked across the room and stood in front of the young girl. His angular face tilted as he studied her naked flesh. He stared openly at her quivering little titties, then peered down at her lightly furred cunt. Then his dirty fingers reached out and pinched her left nipple before twisting violently and snapping his fingertips free.
"Ouch!" Becky yelled as pain shot through her tit and chest. Her whole titty mound went red with warmth and her pussy went slick.
"So this is the little surprise that you told us about." The black-haired man grinned.
"Yeah," Carl laughed, punching Bart on the arm. "They have such hot fuckholes that we need some help keeping them stuffed full of hard cock."
"Then we better get started," the new man replied. "I have just the throbbing prick for one of them pleasure pits."
Becky was the first to be taken from the wall, and she was led across the dungeon to a set of heavy chains that dangled from the ceiling to within three feet of the floor. Large clamps were tightened around her naked thighs while small ones were locked around her arms slightly below her shoulders. Another chain was looped around her belly and clipped into place to hold the young girl's middle as she swung face-down in the bindings.
All around her, the sound of clothing rustling to the floor told Becky that the men were stripping naked and getting ready to attack her with their cocks. Suddenly, a hand thrust between her spread legs from the back, and rough fingers tangled in her pussy hair and pulled her sharply backward.
"Aaeeiii!" the young girl screamed as she was swung to the rear by the pull of cunt hair on her skin.
Her pussy mound was on fire from the torture of yanked hair. Her body was pulled farther back, before she was let go to swing rapidly back and forth. The floor swished by beneath her startled eyes. Before she was through swinging back and forth, the young girl was dizzy and totally confused.
Hands grappled at her ass cheeks, digging fingers into her flesh. Then her ass crease was forced open as if someone were trying to pull apart two halves of an orange. Her wrinkled asshole was like a brown eye staring up at her attacker from above her pussy slit. One of the hands left her ass cheek and pushed a finger into her shitter, twisting the tip harshly until it was worked far up her guts.
"Damn, this is a tight asshole!" a male voice hissed from behind her as the finger swirled in her ass. "I'm going to get me some pussy first, but I'm going to corn-hole this little bitch before the day is through!"
Hard, rubbery cockhead slapped into her pussy slit, probing twice before it lined up with her cunthole. One hard shove and the prick knob was inside, followed quickly by a pussy-stretching cock shaft. Fuck pole slammed into the closed end of her cunt channel, battering her tender flesh against the underlying bone.
Meanwhile, another man's hands had tangled in the hair of her head, dragging her face upward until she was staring at the swollen end of a hard prick. His bulging cockhead was purple with lust and rage, and his deep piss slit stared back at her. Thumbs burrowed into the joints of her jaws to force her mouth wide, then his hard prick was shoved between her lips. The heavy saltiness of long-dried sweat bit at her tongue while the stale muskiness of his unwashed prick and balls rippled through her nose. Becky groaned as his dirty cock was rammed to the back of her mouth, then her lips closed involuntarily around the hard shaft as she was forced to swallow her spit.
"Goddamn cunt is tighter than shit!" the voice of the man behind her groaned. "It's squeezing my dick like a vise!"
"Hot fucking mouth!" the man in front of her said. "I like fucking young girls' faces the best!"
Both of her arms were raised and hot cocks were forced into both of her hands. When she tried to let go, her hanging tits were struck viciously with open palms. She wrapped her fingers around two more raging fuck poles and held on as two more lusty men fucked their cocks into her hands. Pricks seemed to be coming at Becky from every direction as if the whole male world had gathered to fuck and abuse her.
Becky, however, wasn't the only one providing fleshy entertainment for the collection of men. Her mother, Edna, had also been taken down from the chains. The naked woman was pushed bodily from one man to the other as each mauled her full-blown tits and sore, bald cunt. Fingers were shoved roughly into her cunthole and shitter, and one man leaned over and bit her fiercely on the end of her right tit. A full set of teeth marks were left in the pink flesh surrounding the swollen tit nipple.
"You done yanked out all her pussy hair!" one of them yelled when it came his turn to jam his fingers up Edna's sore fuckholes.
"She's a lazy bitch." Carl laughed from where he stood to the side watching the orgy begin. "I gave her a chance to save it, but she preferred lying down to saving that hair on her cunt."
Edna was humiliated. There was a crowd of male faces around her, and hands continued to paw at her body. As she made the rounds again, many of them were shucking off their clothes, exposing their hardening pricks. Finally, one of them got the idea to force her to her knees and a cock was jammed into her face.
It struck her on the bottom of the nose, then a fist rapped her in the side of the face. Her mouth flew open in a surprised gasp and was quickly filled with hot prick. Hard cock pounded rapidly against the opening to her throat until another man decided it was his turn. The first face-fucker was pushed roughly aside and a thicker, smelly prick replaced the first.
The taste of oil spread through her mouth as the new dirty cock fucked in over her tongue. She had little time to wonder about the unusual flavor, however, as that prick also was pulled away and a longer fuck pole screwed through her lips.
It seemed like hundreds of them were face fucking her, none of the cocks taking more than a dozen strokes before being replaced by another. All shapes and sizes, smells and tastes, rammed back and forth over her tongue and brutalized the back of her mouth. A couple of them shot weak streams of sticky jism in over her back teeth, and the male cum frothed in her mouth and ran from her lips as another prick replaced the one squirting its load.
Then her ass was lifted from behind, and feet kicked on the inside of her legs, spreading them so a man's body could scoot beneath her naked ass. Above, several hands pushed down harshly on her shoulders, skewering her body by the cunthole on a long, thick cock.
"The old bitch has a tight pussy hole!" the man beneath her hissed.
"I bet it ain't as tight as her shithole!" another challenged.
Edna was forced down until the palms of her hands were flat on the floor, then another of the men straddled her, lining his cock up with her asshole. Edna moaned around mouthfucking prick as pressure grew on her ass ring until the prick burst through the resistance. Her whole body stiffened as his cockhead popped into her shithole followed by a thick shaft ramming clear up into her guts. All the while, hot male fuckmeat continued to pound into her mouth with one man staying with it long enough to drive himself toward a lusty, ball-emptying cum.
Cock ground into her aching, bald pussy. Hard prick corn-holed brutally into her ass. Vicious cockmeat hammered her tonsils. All three of her fuckholes were stuffed full of horny, fucking prick. Raging prick meat battered the woman in a debauched triple-rape.
"This bitch is gonna swallow my stinking cum!" The man fucking Edna's face howled as his fingers wrapped tightly in her hair.
He used the grip to hammer her mouth down onto his hard prick that was now swelling even more. Suddenly, the face-fucking man howled and raised to his toes, thrusting forward with his hips and driving his cockhead straight through into Edna's throat.
Her eyes watered as she tried to gag, but her throat was plugged by prick. The muscles in her neck bulged outward as cock was rammed through the narrow tube of her throat into her chest, then the long shaft swelled and spat cum clear down to her stomach.
"We're gonna mix spunk up in her middle!" the man corn-holing her ass shouted as he crammed his blossoming cockhead as far as he could into the tortured woman.
Heavy wads of spunk blasted into Edna's guts as the man's balls gripped and exploded cum up her ass.
"Here mine comes!" the cunt-fucker bellowed and his prick head jammed tightly against the opening to Edna's womb. Soon that cock, too, was rocketing sticky cum into her body.
As soon as the cock in one of her three fuckholes was pulled out, a new throbbing-hard fuckpole was shoved in its place. Without pause, the brutalized woman continued to be pounded by cock.
Becky was also feeling the ravages of hard-fucking prick meat. One cock hammered into her tight little pussy hole while another fucked into her face. Two prick shafts pistoned in her hands as she swayed amid the four men while dangling from the chains. Prick meat came at her from all directions.
"Young cunt is the best!" the pussy-fucker hissed as his fingernails scratched scarlet lines in the pink flesh of her ass.
"Fucking schoolgirl face-pussy is a dream!" the mouth-fucker groaned as he held Becky's ears and pounded his prick clear to the opening of her throat.
"This little bitch knows how to jerk cock!" one of the hand-fuckers echoed as he thrust forward while Becky stroked her fingers tightly up and down his throbbing shaft.
"Let's cum together!" the other hand-fucker suggested to his companion, and the two men began pistoning their pricks faster through Becky's fists.
Quickly, both of them were ready to explode their jism and aimed their cocks at her tits. Sticky cum rocketed out of their bulging cockheads and splattered over Becky's overturned titty mounds. Again and again, the jets of cum burst out, bathing her skin with spunk. By the time the two hand-fuckers were through emptying their balls, both tits were bathed in cum.
"Get ready, cunthole!" The man behind her laughed and slammed his cockhead against the end of her pussy channel. Hot, wet warmth suddenly filled up her cunthole as it became the receptacle of sticky spunk.
The man fucking her tonsils wasn't far behind as his cockhead grew larger. Cum gushed into the back of her mouth and leaked back down the outside of his prick. Becky swallowed as much as she could, but some of it trickled from the sides of her lips.
The first four fuckers were quickly replaced by others from the crowd of men stroking their own lusty cocks. Another slab of cockmeat was wedged into her wet cunthole and another lusty prick was stabbed into her mouth. Both of her hands were again filled by rigid male fuckpoles, and she automatically began to jerk on the new hand-fucking pricks. It wasn't long until the four new cocks were cumming, adding their spunk to that of the others. The mouth-fucking man hauled his long prick from her lips and held her head up by her hair while he blasted cum into her face. Gobs of it splattered against her nose and into her eyes until her face was a sticky mess.
"Hey, let's give old Crazy Eddie a chance," a voice called, and Becky wearily tried to look to the side. But she hung exhausted in the chains, too tired to even lift up her head.
"You think her pussy can take that horse cock?" another voice asked eagerly.
"Yeah! I always wanted to see what his prick could do to a cunt."
"Let her lick your cock, Crazy Eddie; it's going to need all the help it can get," another man suggested.
A dull grumble was all Becky heard. And when her face was lifted again by fingers pulling her hair, Becky was looking at a fence post made out of flesh.
She gasped. No cock could be that big! It would have taken both of her hands just to encircle it! The cockhead was the size of a small apple and the piss slit looked an inch long!
Somebody's thumb pushed down her chin and her lips were stretched into a wide circle. The corners of her lips ached and felt as if they would tear, but still her mouth wasn't big enough to let the cockhead slide easily inside. Finally it wormed in by twisting and turning, but only the bulging end of the cock found enough room. The massively thick shaft scraped on her widely gaping teeth.
"That's enough," someone said, and the horse cock was pulled painfully from her mouth. It disappeared as its unseen owner walked around to stand at Becky's upturned ass.
"No!" the young girl shrieked in panic. There was no way that awful thing could go in her pussy! Only by tearing open her entire insides could such a massive cock be forced into her body.
What felt like the tapered end of a telephone pole nudged against the opening of her tiny cunthole, making her fear complete.
"Don't let him do it!" Becky screamed, thrashing herself in the chains. "It's too big! It'll kill me!"
But the evil men were not to be denied. Two of them stepped up and braced their bodies against her shoulders as another two moved to her side to brace against the front of her legs.
Two large hands wrapped from behind over the front points of her hip bones and began to pull her ass and cunt to the rear.
"Aaeeiiiii!" she screamed as her pussy hole began to be stretched. Farther and farther the mouth of her cunt hole was wedged wide and only half the cockhead was inside.
"I can't stand it!" Becky wailed. "It's too big! It's too big! It's going to rip me to pieces!"
But still it came, stretching her pain-wracked cunt mouth even further. Then as the young girl shrieked as if she had been mortally wounded, the entire cockhead burst into her cunt. Becky panted, groaned and bellowed, but none of her screams stopped the monstrously thick prick from shoving home. Bones and muscles throughout her lower body felt shoved out of shape before the cock reached the end of her cunt.
And then it fucked her, grinding in and out past pussy walls that had been stretched tight and paper-thin. Never had the young girl known so much agony as that caused by the monster prick. Every one of her nerves jangled frantically with intense pain and pressure, mixed with an insane sort of perverted pleasure.
Her cunthole was actually responding and her clit had come alive from being fucked by the world's biggest prick. The cum that it caused drained from her for hours, even though the men took turns continuing to fuck her pussy and face.
Only later, when she was freed from the chains, did she realize how thoroughly she had cum.
She squirmed on the floor from the pains and bruises of her body. Spotting her mother also collapsed on the floor, she wearily pushed herself through the dirt and the grime. When the two females came together, they entwined arms and pressed their bodies into one. Almost every inch of skin was stained by cum, and splashes of it even marked their hair. Stains of drying jism streaked from both corners of their mouths, clear down the sides of their chins. Both pussies leaked gobs of sticky, milky fluid and Edna's asshole dribbled male spunk.
Around them stood the men, all naked except for one. Heavy-hanging cocks, still red from raping pleasure, were being aimed at their bodies. As the two cum-covered females watched, too exhausted to care, piss slits in the ends of the pricks began to flare. First one golden stream and then another hissed through the air until all of the naked cocks were pissing on Edna and Becky.
The piss seemed to burn where it touched. It splashed across their tits and their cunts, flowing to cover their bodies. Edna's asshole was washed by one stream then another as Becky's pussy was flooded. Many of the streams splashed right into their faces. Their noses, eyes and even mouths were covered then filled up by the piss bath that never seemed to end.
CHAPTER TEN
One of the men had turned out to be an undercover cop, circulating among the transients of the area to cut down on the break-ins and thefts. He had been caught up in the roundup of Carl and Bart's degenerate friends and tagged along to watch the rape of Becky and her family. The man had been the one Edna had noticed was still clothed as the rest of the lusty male crowd had pissed on her and her daughter.
Sometime during the raping orgy, the undercover policeman had sneaked out of the old castle and called in the local forces. Thirteen patrol cars had screamed up the driveway and rounded up the naked crowd of men. Throughout it all, the four members of the family had rested wearily against the walls of the dungeon, covered by blankets.
Slowly, the naked rapists were led out of the dungeon and the number of cops thinned out until only the undercover policeman who had discovered the orgy remained in the room with the battered, naked family.
Becky trembled there, wondering why nothing had been done for her, her brother and her parents.
Finally the policeman made it brutally apparent.
"You know," he said, scratching at the stubble on his face, "I still have to decide what to do with the four of you. You did break into this house just like the others, and I don't know whether I want to let such a serious crime go past without official notice."
He walked over to where Becky was sitting on the floor huddled beneath one of the blankets. He looked down at her with a frown on his face.
"If I file a report telling what the four of you did, all of you will be locked up behind bars.
Your parents might get three to five years in prison, and the two of you kids will be farmed out to some home."
"What do you mean?" Becky asked. "We didn't do anything wrong."
"Breaking and entering," the policeman said coldly. "Against the law. A major felony. Punishable by prison. All four of you sitting here have already admitted the crime to me, and that's like asking to go to jail."
"But the door was open!" Becky pleaded.
"Carl and Bart left it open, not the owners. And that doesn't change a thing. It's still against the law to enter someone's home without permission. I guess it's being locked up behind bars for the whole family unless something makes me change my mind."
"What do you want?" Becky asked, glancing up and down his hard body. His standing over her so dominantly was making her squirm since her pussy was getting so hot and wet.
"I don't really know yet. Why don't you get up on your knees and suck on my cock while I decide?"
The young girl grinned. His answer hadn't surprised her. After what had happened in the old castle, nothing would ever be the same for her again. As the man had been standing and talking, she had been watching the bulge at his groin, wondering what kind of heavy sex weapon he had in there to batter and bruise her mouth, asshole or cunt. Maybe he would even flog her.
She moved over, her hands going to the zipper of his fly. Her fingers dragged the metal tab downward, and she fished his thick prick out of his pants. The bulky fuck tool was swollen but not completely hard, and the sight of it made Becky's mouth water. Her lips captured the hot cockhead as her hands continued to work with his belt until she had his trousers and underwear on the floor. Her warm lips traveled up and down the shaft, trapping his hardening cock in the warmth of her mouth. Becky gulped as it pushed to the back of her tongue. Then she forced her face down hard onto it trying to drive her nose into his cock hair.
The policeman looked around, spotting Edna leaning forward with a greedy look on her face.
"Get over here, bitch," he snarled. "Lean over backwards and suck on my balls!"
Edna scampered over. Watching Becky suck cock had made Edna hungry for some humiliation herself. She positioned herself on her naked ass behind the man then threw her head back so she could trap the man's hairy balls in her lips. Both heavy flesh marbles flowed in over her tongue as she licked lavishly around the sac.
"You!" The policeman growled as he pointed at Fred.
Becky's father threw the blanket aside to reveal his hard, throbbing prick. He walked on his knees to a spot behind Becky's ass, then he lined up his swollen cockhead with his young daughter's shithole. With one mighty shove, he drove his whole prick violently up her tightly clutching ass.
Becky groaned. Her father's cock was like a brutal flesh arrow penetrating into her guts. The intense pain the corn-holing caused her sent pleasure ripping through her body and she could already feel the beginnings of a crashing cum growing somewhere near the base of her spine.
Billy didn't want to be left out. He pushed the heavy blanket from his body and his hard prick popped free. Then he almost leaped across the intervening space to attack his mother's tits with a vengeance. He sucked one of them harshly into his mouth and began biting hard on the tingling nipple.
Edna moaned and rolled the policeman's balls around in her mouth. Her son was tearing at her tits like an animal and it was driving Edna almost wild.
"Goddamn!" the policeman cursed lustily. "The whole fucking family is involved! You're the wildest bunch of family fuckers I've ever seen or heard of in my life!"
Becky moaned and sucked on his hard, throbbing prick. Her saliva covered the long shaft, making slurping sounds as she fucked his cock with her mouth.
Billy gnawed on his mother's tits, working them viciously with his teeth. At the same time, his knees spread her hot thighs, and he drove his cock up her steaming, swampy cunt. His mother's pussy muscles clamped down around his pumping shaft trying to milk cum from his inexperienced balls.
Fred corn-holed brutally into his daughter's asshole, stirring her with his fuck pole. The tight little ring of her shithole was trying to strangle the shaft of his cock.
Edna's mouth smothered around the policeman's balls, sucking every bit of the sac in over her sweeping tongue. She gulped, pulling his balls completely to the back of her mouth.
The policeman groaned. He had got a lot of fucking and sucking on duty, but never anything like this. A whole family was pleasing his cock, balls and eyes as they lustily fucked and sucked.
Father, mother, son and daughter were squirming, driving toward their mutual cum. It was as if they were finally doing something together for which all of them had secretly lusted. They sucked, fucked, bit and corn-holed until all five people in the group were cumming hard.
* * *
"Did you get the riding crops?" Fred asked from the front seat, his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road.
After the sexual bout with the policeman, the family had been finally let go.
"Two of them," Becky giggled, holding up two slender, black instruments of torture. Her pussy and asshole clenched with excitement at the thought that the crops might soon be torturing her skin.
"And the handcuffs?" Edna asked.
"Four sets." Billy laughed, jingling the metal instruments in their short chains.
"Drive faster, Daddy!" Becky urged. "My pussy is all wet!"
"Yeah, Daddy," Billy added. "I want to corn-hole Becky's ass, too!"
All four of them laughed loudly and lustily as Fred's foot pushed the accelerator closer to the floor. Everyone was eager to get home to spend the rest of the vacation in new-found pleasure. Never again would any of them be bored, with so much family pleasure-and pain-to be shared.
