Bondage-Trained Family
by John Friday 


FOREWORD 

Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners 
of war who give in to their captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who 
joins forces with her abductors, both must act without past experience to 
guide them. Both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of 
familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a 
very negative or a positive experience. 

In BONDAGE-TRAINED FAMILY, a typical American family is taken captive by a 
band of social outcasts. What, at first, is pure torture, ultimately becomes 
the thrill of a lifetime. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Amy Winslow stood on the riverbank wringing her hands. The wild rapids 
pitched and tossed like a liquid roller coaster. The woman felt chilled with 
apprehension. Her ripe, warm body tensed and trembled in the cold grip of 
fear. 

Her husband Bart, their teenaged daughter Jody and young niece Alita Parker 
had just left shore in a bright-yellow inflatable boat. It pitched and 
tossed in the roiling gorge. Bart and Alita paddled hard to steer and steady 
the craft. 

Jody sat in the bow and was only hanging on for dear life. 

Amy wasn't blessed with her husband's natural athletic ability, nor did she 
share his reckless hunger for daring adventure. She preferred the settled 
calm of suburban life. 

She had raised her daughter in much the same mold. Jody was a sweet, 
innocent, almost painfully shy girl. Her long chestnut hair and bountiful 
figure made young cocks throb aching hard at high school, but Jody seemed 
unaware of her obvious charms. She studied intently and ignored boys 
altogether. 

Alita thrived on the attention of young males and liked all the leering 
glances she got. Her body was lithe, sleek and finely curved. Long, supple 
limbs gave her fluid grace. A silky torrent of coal-black hair streamed down 
to her slender waist, swaying seductively as she stroked hard with her 
paddle to help guide the boat around a boulder. 

Amy worried about them all trying to run the treacherous rapids, but she 
worried most about Alita and something more slyly sinister. The girl seemed 
drawn to Bart in a way not proper for a young niece. And worse, the 
attraction between them was mutual. 

Unknown to Amy, another pair of eyes watched the bobbing yellow raft swing 
into the swift current and start racing downstream. A man clad from head to 
toe in camouflage clothing stood motionless in a tangled clump of brush only 
fifteen feet from the worried housewife. 

The pattern of sunlight and shadow cast through dense foliage perfectly 
matched his mottled green, brown, tan and black outfit. Smears of 
multi-colored combat makeup similarly blended his craggy face and hands with 
the brush. 

He saw a woman in her mid-to-late thirties with a voluptuous figure, 
generous curves made soft and abundantly ripe by easy living. Her 
close-cropped auburn hair sheened like burnished copper in the light of the 
morning sun. Her smoothly rounded tits heaved invitingly with each anxious 
breath she took. 

Seeing that she was alone and now districted, he laid down a camouflaged 
compound bow and a quiver full of razor-sharp broad head hunting arrows. He 
emerged cautiously from the brush and crept up behind her. This was far more 
tempting game than the deer she and those three in the boat had frightened 
away. 

He grabbed her from behind with circling arms that crossed over her tits. 
Each of his large hands clamped hard on her opposite tit. He mauled her 
creamy tit cones with savage grunts of delight and left mottled smears of 
green and brown combat makeup on her snow-white blouse. 

Amy Winslow shrilled a scream of stark terror and thrashed uselessly in the 
snare of his strong arms. His thumbs whirled to feel thick nipples beneath 
her blouse and binding bra. Harsh stimulation swelled her ruddy tit crowns 
aching hard despite her groans and wails of raging disgust. 

"Let me go!" the woman screamed. 

Her grunting captor laughed in response and prodded her from behind with a 
massive stiff cock. 

"Bart, help me!" Amy cried in fearful desperation. 

"He can't hear you," the man said roughly. "Couldn't paddle back this way if 
he did. Ain't a man alive strong enough to fight that current. Not even me." 

And he was huge! Amy was tall for a woman, five-foot-ten, but he was a good 
six inches taller than that. He hunched over her and continued his 
tit-crushing bear hug. 

To Amy's left, a few yards up the bank, there was a three-foot-thick log the 
length of a telephone pole wedged like a low bridge between two sharp 
pillars of jagged stone. He dragged her back toward that. 

Amy kicked and screamed every step of the way, but her frenzied walls were 
smothered by the river's wild roar. 

"My name's Amos Murdock," the man said with a voice that grated like 
crunching gravel. "I know your name is Amy. I heard you all talking while 
they launched the boat." 

Her throat was too choked with chilling fear to utter more than an anguished 
gasp in reply. He whipped her around and pushed Amy's back to the log, 
bending her over its massive girth as he pushed on her lush tits, kneading 
and squeezing. 

He bent her so far back over the log that Amy felt certain her spine would 
snap. Amos snared her wrists together in a rawhide noose and pulled that 
down on the far side of the bridged log, bending her back even more. 

Puffing like a steam engine, he hunched down and reached beneath the log to 
snag the free end of the dangling rawhide thong. Amos pulled and bound that 
around her ankles, knotting it so tight that the cord cut her tender flesh. 

Amy had been bent over backwards and bound around the thick log like a 
doughnut of soft flesh. Amos grunted when he saw her utterly helpless 
position and reached for the long-bladed sheath knife he wore on his belt. 

The terrified suburban housewife shrilled another scream when she saw a foot 
of glinting cold steel reach toward her splayed crotch. But Amos caught the 
hem of her short summer skirt in his left hand and began to slit the cloth 
upward to her waist. 

There could be no doubt what the hulking stranger had in mind now. He ripped 
off the remains of her ruined skirt and slashed Amy free of her panties as 
well. 

A broad wedge of softly curled auburn pussy hair gleamed like copper in the 
morning light. Amos Murdock grinned lewdly and licked his lips free of 
camouflage color with anxious swipes of his meaty tongue. 

Amy cringed and cried, "Bart! Oooohh, please! Dear God, make him hear me!" 

"You best hope he don't hear," Amos said coldly. "He can't paddle back no 
matter how hard he might try. All he'll get to do is watch me stick 
ten-and-a-half inches of stiff hot prick into his pretty wife." 

Amos eased down the zipped fly of his camouflaged suit and unlimbered what 
looked to Amy like a vein-ridged log of throbbing flesh. 

He stroked its awesome length fondly in the curl of his left hand and 
reached out with the gleaming knife blade clutched in his right. Amos slit 
the front of her blouse with one deft stroke and parted the center strap of 
her bra with the same move. 

Murdock was a grizzled mountain man accustomed to skinning rabbits and 
squirrels with no wasted moves. Stripping this luscious and helpless city 
bitch naked with a few swift strokes of the blade was hardly a challenge at 
all. 

Her lush body gleaned with the chilling cold sweat of fear. Amy shivered 
violently despite the sun's warming rays beamed down on her bountiful 
curves. 

* * * 

The raft glided into a stretch of fairly calm water. Jody breathed a sigh of 
relief and looked back to wave good-bye to her mother. They planned to be 
three days on the river, the longest time mother and daughter had ever been 
apart. 

She gaped for a moment through innocent, fawn-like eyes wide with fright, 
not wanting to believe what she saw. Then Jody cried, "Daddy, look! What is 
that man doing to mom?" 

Bart Winslow turned and muttered, "My God!" 

The huge man had Amy stripped and naked, bent backwards over the log with 
her wrists and ankles bound together. His enormous cock was twitching. 

"Close your eyes, Jody. Don't look!" 

"Don't look at what?" Alita asked curiously. "Ooooh, Jeeeezus! What a 
prick!" 

"Sssshhhh," Bart said. "You shouldn't be watching either." But he couldn't 
turn his head away. 

* * * 

Amos worked the plum-like knob of his gorged cockhead up and down in Amy's 
juicy slit, tingling her plump clit bud and making her tangy-scented fuck 
honey flow. 

"Please don't!" she begged him. "I'm a good woman. I've never had anyone but 
my husband." 

"So much the better," he answered with a lewd grin. "I just wish one of the 
young ones had stayed on shore to drive the car downstream. I'll bet they're 
both cherry." 

Amy sobbed, "My daughter Jody is, I know. I'm not sure about Alita." 

He said, "Yeah, your niece looks like a hot little number." 

"You seem to know a lot about us," she said, hoping to keep him talking. 

"I know everything," he told her. "I been in that brush since before you got 
here. Heard every word you said. I know they'll be three days running the 
river down to the bridge at Millerton where you're supposed to meet them." 

"Let me go," she pleaded desperately. 

Amos laughed. "Won't take but a few hours to drive down there. The road goes 
straight, but that ol' river twists and turns through a lot of wild country. 
You can go to them when I'm through with you. Me and my pa and my brother 
Emmit." 

Amy moaned in horror. "There are three of you?" 

"Yup," Amos said, still stirring and heating her simmering cunt slit. "We 
got a cabin on a mining claim a few miles down stream. I just hope Pappy and 
Emmit are watching the river. If so, you'll get to see your daughter and 
your niece in less time that you thought. You'll get to see some big hot 
prick bloody sweet little Jody's cunt for the first time too." 

"No, you wouldn't!" Amy cried. She felt more fear for her young daughter now 
than she did for herself. 

"I will unless Pappy or Emmit gets her first. Reckon we'll have a hell of a 
fight about that. We all like cherry picking!" 

Tears streamed down Amy's cheeks and sobs made her lush tits heave. She 
strained and twisted, trying vainly to free her hands. The effort only made 
the sinewy thong cut deeper. She felt a trickle of blood running down toward 
her clenched fists and sobbed even more. 

"I think we got your pussy about hot enough," Amos told her. 

"Nnnoooo!" she wailed. "Don't! I've got money. You can have it all if you 
let me go." 

"It ain't your money I want, sweet-stuff. Our mining claim pays real good. 
Lotta gold in that river bottom, but the real treasure is what comes 
drifting by." Amos enjoyed the helpless woman's anguish immensely and 
deliberately prolonged the moment of entry to watch her suffer and plead 
even more. 

"You can have the car," she said. "It's all paid for. I'll sign the 
registration papers over to you if you won't hurt me." 

"I got no use for a car, Amy. Ain't a road goes anywhere near the cabin." 

"You could sell it. It must be worth ten or twelve thousand dollars." 

"Your pussy is worth more than that to me. And if Pappy and Emmit catch them 
other two, all the money in the world wouldn't spare your daughter and your 
niece from three days of fucking." 

Amy's sorrowful tears flowed in a steady stream of despair. When she raised 
her head, she could see the long shaft of his cock poised to enter her 
pussy. 

She shuddered violently. Amy's tortured wail rang loud enough to be heard 
even over the roar of churning rapids just ahead. 

"Grungh!" she moaned, her eyes flared wide and drained of tears. Straining 
pressure filled her taut pussy slit. The sleek tunnel of her cunt clenched 
hard with writhing waves of revulsion. Amy had never been so cruelly fucked 
before. 

The fiery heat of his long cock bulled through clenched rings of muscle not 
nearly strong enough to stop the reaming thrust. All her resistance did was 
make fucking her more pleasant. Amos grinned and grunted animal sounds of 
delight. He liked nothing better than an unwilling cunt. 

"You're tight as a young virgin," he said happily. "I'm gonna take a long 
time fucking you!" 

Amy sobbed, just wishing he could cum and get it over with. His rough hands 
clamped hard on her lush tits. He kneaded them and squeezed her nipples 
until they bulged with rushing blood. 

He leaned over her back-bent form and kissed one nipple with smacking lips. 
Amos sucked hard and filled his gaping mouth with tit, delighted because Amy 
had more tender warm flesh than would fit in his mouth. 

His tongue lashed her hard nipple and swirled around. 

Amy responded with an eerie long wail. It wasn't all pain and disgust she 
felt. His tongue sparked pleasure that made her feel sick and ashamed of 
herself. How could any proper woman enjoy this abuse? 

Her cunt seethed and squished with sleek fuck oils. Amos reared back, 
drawing his cock almost all the way out. Then he fucked in deep with another 
mighty lunge. 

Amy shrilled an agonized cry as the brutally hard prick filled her wringing 
cunt again. She could feel his racing pulse. The hideous long is cock was 
vibrant with lewd vigor. Her pussy clamped and throbbed in response. 

Amos pushed her bountiful tits together so he could suck both nipples into 
his mouth at once. His meaty tongue lashed them as one, back and forth, then 
up and down. Amy felt more shocks of unwanted stimulation. 

Her heart beat wildly and her shrilling scream sank into a gurgling moan. 
His tongue danced between her nipples and then darted away while he nipped 
her with his teeth. 

He fucked his thick cock deep and ground a ridge of bone in his groin on her 
generous clit nub. Amy shrilled another scream, but this was a lewd cry of 
delight. 

She couldn't help it. Her pussy raged with motion, and undulating waves of 
tension gripped his cock. 

Amos gave a delighted grunt and fucked her hard and fast, jarring her clit 
and grinding on it at the end of each deep reaming thrust. She babbled and 
moaned. Her mind was a whirling mass of dazed confusion. 

Amy wasn't the first attractive city woman he had snared. Nor would she be 
the last. More than anything, he wanted to fuck her daughter while Amy 
watched his bloodied prick bring Jody to a grinding climax. 

Amy wasn't thinking about her daughter now, or her own plight as a prisoner. 
The frenzied spasms in her pussy were all that mattered. 

She wailed in rapture while his hairy loins kept thudding on her soft flesh. 
The delightful tension of torment increased. Her ravaged pussy became a 
seething pit. Her cunt clamped and swirled around his massive intruder, 
delighting Amos with her frantic contractions and her loud screams of joy. 

He suddenly stiffened, yanking his head up from her luscious tits to bellow 
a roar as he let his cock fire. Amos was a young man in the prime of life. 
His weighty balls packed an enormous load. 

Cum jetted into her with spurting force that she could feel. Spunk shot deep 
and slathered the walls of her writhing fuck tunnel. Slickness greased his 
plunging cock shaft. Amos fucked his prick in and out as hard and fast as he 
could. 

Wet heat filled her cunt and rose around the plunging prickshaft of his cock 
to be whipped like butter. The silvery gushing flow glossed her cunt lips 
and sheened in the auburn thatch of curls. 

His cock gushed jism for nearly a minute, flooding her sultry cunt like a 
swamp of hot passion. Amy gurgled and moaned when at last the flow began to 
slacken. 

Her pussy had wrung his cock dry, but the mighty young prick didn't weaken. 
Amos only paused for a gulp of breath, and then he fucked her seething cunt 
to another great orgasm that left her gasping and too weak to talk. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Alita came close to orgasm just from watching at a distance. The 
raven-haired young beauty was still a virgin, but an anxious one. Her pussy 
often seethed with desire, but never like now. 

Half a dozen boys at the high school had offered to satisfy her restless 
craving, but Alita didn't want any of them for her very first fuck. She had 
heard from too many girls that boys in their teens were usually too anxious 
to fuck long and hard. Their horny hot pricks would cum too soon. 

Alita had thought it would be better to start with someone older and more 
experienced. And, when she came to live with the Winslows, she started 
thinking about Bart. He was a young-looking thirty-six, lean and strongly 
built. 

His dark wavy hair was faintly flecked with silver. Rather than make him 
look old, though, Alita thought the silver made him more distinguished. And 
she knew Bart wasn't getting all from Amy that a man needed. Her bedroom was 
next to theirs, and she often listened intently with an ear pressed to the 
wall. 

Alita would thumb her slender clit and work a wiggling finger into her cunt 
while Bart was fucking Amy, masturbating herself to orgasm along with him. 
But that only made her volcanic pussy more anxious. She had to be careful 
not to break her cherry because Alita wanted her uncle's big cock to do 
that. 

She had once arranged to "accidentally" enter the bathroom as he was 
stepping out of the shower. She got a fleeting glimpse of his flaccid cock, 
enough to make certain his prick was the one she wanted for her first time. 

Ever since, Alita had wondered how big his cock would be when she got a 
chance to make his prickshaft fully hard. On this trip, she planned to find 
out. They would be camping two nights along the river, and Alita just knew 
that she wouldn't finish the trip with even a shred of her cherry left. 

She flirted with Bart every chance she got, pretending to be girlishly 
innocent and just interested in her uncle in a normal way. But she knew that 
he couldn't help responding when she looked at him with her dazzling eyes 
full of latent desire. 

Alita was disappointed when, at the last minute, Amy let Jody go on the trip 
with them. She felt certain that Amy had allowed it only so her daughter 
would be a kind of innocent chaperone. Her being along would make things 
more difficult, but Alita was determined to accomplish her mission. 

She wondered now what effect the attack on Amy would have. Would it make 
Bart more horny than usual? Or would the shock of it weaken his sex drive 
completely? It was hard to tell by the look on his face. 

Their yellow boat plunged into the rapids and swept around a curve. The 
gravel beach where they had launched was no longer in sight, and the boat 
was picking up speed. 

"It's all right now, Jody. You can open your eyes, and you better hang on 
tight!" Bart said. 

"Did-did he do it to her?" Jody asked. 

"Yes, honey. I'm afraid he did. But it's over now and I don't think she was 
badly hurt." 

"Still it must have been awful!" Jody said, on the verge of tears. 

Alita said, "I don't think it was so bad toward the end." 

"Don't say that!" Jody snapped. "That must have been the worst time. When he 
shot his seed into her-" She broke into wracking sobs. 

Bart said, "Let's not discuss it." But he couldn't crowd the thoughts from 
his own mind. He knew it wasn't really over for Amy. Not yet. No rugged 
young male would be content fucking a helpless woman only once. He knew she 
would be fucked repeatedly, probably made to do things she never had before. 
He was just glad he wouldn't have to watch. 

The boat pitched and tossed as they bounded through the wild rapids, 
paddling hard to get the boat around a boulder in midstream. 

Alita squealed with delight, thrilled as much by watching her aunt get 
fucked good and hard as she was by the perilous river run. She knew damn 
well Amy had climaxed, and the sultry young teen couldn't wait to really 
know what that thrill was like. 

* * * 

Amos said, "The boat's out of sight now. You don't have to worry about your 
husband seeing how much you like my big cock." 

"I hate it!" she snarled. "You're a beast! A loathsome thing that should 
live under a wet rock." She detested him and hated what he had done. 

Amy was also acutely aware of pain. Her muscles ached from being bound in a 
back-bent position. The tight thong burned like fire where it had chafed her 
skin deep enough to draw blood. Rough bark on the log scratched the small of 
her back and the beautifully domed cheeks of her ass, but Amos had no pity. 
He just vaulted over the log to stand on the side where her head was. 

She looked up at his protruding cock. A silvery bead of cum gleamed on the 
tip. The prickshaft was half limp and starting to bow. 

"Take a good long look," he told her. "You won't get to see much when I fuck 
it down your throat." 

Amy groaned and said, "No!" She tossed her head, dreading even the thought. 
"I've never done that." 

"Really?" Amos said with a smirk. "No wonder your husband seems so 
interested in your young niece. She doesn't look like the shy type to me. 
I'll bet she sucks his cock more than once on their trip." 

Amos had touched a tender nerve. Alita's brazen flirting with Bart had 
caused friction between the two of them already. 

"That's only fair," Amos said. "You're going to spend a lot of time sucking 
mine. You'll learn to love it. Ol' Bait's gonna be real pleased when he gets 
you back and discovers how much you've learned." 

Amy could only sob in response, thinking that she might not want a man to 
touch her ever again. Not even her loving husband. He would certainly turn 
to Alita then. Her bitter tears dropped like rain. 

Amos fisted his cock and brought his prickhead to her lips. Amy turned her 
head away in disgust and clenched her teeth tightly shut. 

"Now, now . . . don't be stubborn," he chided her. "If I have to open your 
mouth for you, it's gonna hurt worse than sucking cock your first time." 

She grunted through clenched teeth, determined to keep her mouth tightly 
shut no matter what he might do. The woman was thinking she would rather die 
than take that big slimy cock between her lips. 

He shrugged and said, "I warned you." A huge gnarled hand dipped into his 
jacket pocket and came out with a pair of hose clamps-rings of metal that 
could be tightened with thumb screws. 

Chuckling wickedly, he fitted one cold metal ring over each nipple and 
worked the bands down until they circled about a third of each luscious big 
tit. Her dark nipples bulged above the constricting bands. Amos grinned 
lewdly, watching her tightly clenched jaw as he tightened the screws. 

Amy yelped without thinking, then clamped her mouth shut again. 

Amos said, "I could have had it in you right then, but I'd rather give the 
screws a few more turns. That will trap blood in your nipples and make them 
even more tender." 

She moaned and hissed as the clamping pressure increased. Fiery pain 
radiated from the shrinking cold bands. It coursed down her bent spine and 
filled her cunt with chilling waves of revulsion. 

Amos gave the screws another turn. The clamps began to mold her lush tits 
into hourglass shapes. Amy wanted to scream but didn't dare open her mouth. 
His dangling cock swayed just above her sealed lips. 

The droplet of cum fell down. She moaned and spit to dislodge it from her 
lips. 

"You ought to get used to the taste," he said. "There'll be a lot more when 
I cum in your mouth. It don't take my hairy balls long to work up another 
load." 

He was frankly amazed at the amount of pain she seemed willing to take. And 
he was pleased. Amos, his brother Emmit, and their old man all liked the 
stubborn ones best. It took longer to tame them, and straining resistance 
was sheer pleasure for them. 

Amy's eyes were as tightly shut as her mouth, but she could still feel her 
tears leaking out. The pain was becoming unbearable. 

Amos gave the tit-clamping screws another half turn and she couldn't stand 
it any longer. 

"Stop!" Amy screamed. Her tits throbbed with pain. Her nippies bulged 
torturously. "Do what you want with me," she moaned. "Just don't hurt my 
breasts any more." 

"They'll feel real good again soon," he promised. "I'm gonna suck them while 
you learn to swallow cock." He brought his hands down and raised the 
rubbery, half limp cockshaft to her lips. "I let it sag down just enough so 
it'll curve going into your throat. Then it will swell hard again, and the 
pressure clamped around your tits will seem like nothing." Amy shivered and 
closed her eyes. He put the glossy knob of his cock in her mouth and said, 
"Sweep your tongue all around the ridge. Hhhmmm, yeah. And pay attention to 
the underside. That's where it's most tender." 

She wanted nothing more than to bite it off, but the crude man seemed able 
to read her mind. His hands tweaked the hose clamps bound so tightly around 
her tits. The woman's face twisted with fear. She had no choice but to keep 
licking the cum-glazed cock that was pushing farther and farther into her 
mouth. 

A rank taste like nothing she'd ever know filled Amy's mouth. Her throat 
wrenched and her belly heaved. The cum was slick like mayonnaise on her 
tongue, bitterly tart and faintly sweet at the same time. It had a briny 
smell that made her reeling senses want to gag. 

"That's enough teasing around with your tongue for now. Suck it, bitch! 
Swallow it all." 

"Nungh," she moaned. He wasn't waiting for her to oblige him, he was pushing 
his cock toward the back of her mouth. 

Amy was already dizzy from being bound with her head hanging down on the far 
side of the log. When the knob of his cock reached the entrance to her 
throat, her swirling confusion increased. It seemed impossible to take in 
any more without gagging and retching. Her throat strained. The fleshy 
tension was awful. 

"Suck harder!" he commanded. "I want to feel your lips and throat both 
pulling together." 

His cock filled her throat and new fears sprang up in her mind. He might 
strangle her with his stiff prick. Amos' cock was throbbing hard. She could 
feel the surging pulse in her throat. 

He pushed his cock deeper, not fazed by her muffled cries of torment. Amos 
fucked deep into the wringing cavern of her sleek throat, enjoying the 
strained contractions triggered by her gag reflex. 

"Yeah," Amos chuckled. "The ones who don't like it are best! And getting 
used to me ain't gonna help a whole lot. My brother Emmit's cock is bigger 
than mine by a couple of inches. Longer and thicker. And the old man, his is 
bigger still!" 

Amy answered with desperate choking noises. Her throat was already too full 
to draw a breath. She felt herself getting light-headed, about to faint. 

Amos kept pushing in cock. Half his prick's length was in her now, pulsing 
strenuously. She felt consciousness slipping away. But he pulled back then 
and let her gulp air. Her lungs filled with cool relief, then he began 
pushing back. 

"You work your tongue around the knob real good," Amos said. "If you don't 
keep the head of my cock happy, I'll leave it down your throat until you 
choke." 

She almost wished that he would. Slipping toward unconsciousness had been 
without pain. But now her tight throat was racked with spasms that tormented 
her soul. And he said others would be worse. Amy began to wonder how much 
pain and vile degradation she could endure. 

Amos began a rhythmic thrusting, fucking her mouth and wringing throat just 
as he had her cunt. She found barely enough time between thrusts to breathe, 
and then he expected her to slather his bulbous cockhead with her tongue. 

Each brutal thrust pushed his cock deeper than before. The fourth thrust 
brought his hairy groin to her lips. That pleased him greatly. Amos lingered 
in the wringing depths of her throat until she was on the verge of passing 
out. 

Then he fucked in and out much faster, slamming her head against the log, 
crushing her lips with his hairy groin. Amy felt the heat of friction in her 
throat. The heat spread to her strangled tits. Amos whirled her nipples with 
spinning thumbs and leaned over to nibble at the soft lips of her cunt. 

Amy writhed and winced. His vulgar tongue was in her cunt, rooting like a 
hog. He made lewd gurgling noises as he licked and slurped, all the time 
fucking his cock in and out of her tortured throat. 

He tongued her clit and she felt a sharp jolt. It didn't seem to matter how 
much pain and abuse she suffered, that traitorous little button was always 
ready to signal pleasure. 

"Ungh, I knew you'd like it!" Amos said. He tongued her clit again and drew 
the head of his cock back into her mouth. She whirled and teased her tongue 
around the bloated prick-knob, softly stroking the clefted underside. 

She didn't care about the taste any longer. Her pussy was wrenching. Her 
nipples felt like burning embers beneath his thumbs. 

Amos tensed and strained to slow his second cumming. He wanted more of the 
wonderful wringing tension in her throat, but his weighty balls were being 
stroked by silky locks of hair each time he rammed deep. It was like 
thousands of tiny fingers caressing his sensitive sac. 

Amos groaned delightedly. Then he pulled his lips taut and sucked hard on 
her clit. Amy's tits heaved with the pressure of a enraptured cry that 
couldn't escape from her cock-plugged throat. 

He flailed her cunt with his tongue, whirled her nipples, and let his cock 
fire. Cum gushed into her throat, a thick burst that splattered the walls 
with clinging wet heat. Then he pulled back and jetted a spurt of spunk into 
her mouth. 

The slick goo slid all over her tongue. She recoiled at first, stung by the 
bitter-sweet taste. He let go another gushing spurt as he rammed back into 
her throat. She gulped and moaned. 

His clit-sucking was making her pussy writhe with the taut spasms of 
another, great climax. Her throat echoed its frenzied contractions. Her 
whole body seemed to soar into orgasm. 

She sucked hard on his cock and swallowed his creamy jism to keep from 
choking and drowning in the silvery-white flow. Cum spat into her mouth one 
time and in the depths of her throat the next. 

The salty-sweet taste became less repugnant with every gulp. Her climax was 
heating up. Nerves wound tight by intense stimulation twanged and pulsed 
more dizzyingly. 

Her eyes clamped shut and her tits swelled. Amy saw streaks and pops of 
multi-colored light like exploding skyrockets inside her skull. She climaxed 
fiercely, sucking on his cock like a fiend long after she'd drained the 
bitter root dry. 

Amos pulled out of her then and rasped to catch his breath. "Wish I had time 
to fuck that delicious ripe ass of yours right now," he said. "But we got a 
long way to go. The cabin is five miles down the canyon rim trail. We leave 
now, we'll maybe get there before the rest of your family goes by." 

"Five miles?" Amy said in dismay. "I'll never be able to walk that far." 

"Yeah, I figured that. But I got a mule named Halfass you can ride. Know why 
we call him Halfass?" he asked. 

Amy didn't give a damn, but she played along to stall for time. If the other 
two weren't alerted, Bart and the girls might slip by them. The woman no 
longer cared much what happened to her, but she wanted to spare her young 
daughter if she could. 

"No, why did you name a mule that?" she asked. 

"Because that's what a mule is. Halfass and half horse." He laughed 
heartily.' 'Mule's a lot more sure-footed than a horse. You'll appreciate 
that when we get on that narrow trail high above the gorge." 

Amy began trembling again. She was terrified of high places. He bent down 
and cut the thong that bound her wrists and ankles together. She heaved a 
thankful sigh and straightened herself, trying to massage circulation and 
sensation into her numbed extremities. Where the thong had chafed and cut 
her skin was just too painful to touch. Amy thought of another way to stall. 

"Could I get the first aid kit from our car?" she asked pleadingly. "I 
should put something on these wounds." 

Amos looked and sneered. "They ain't bad enough to worry about. Lick'em like 
a cat." He grabbed her arm and pushed her toward the thicket of brush where 
he had tethered the mule out of sight. 

He helped Amy into the saddle. Her legs and joints were still weak. "What 
about my clothes?" 

"You ain't gonna need 'em," he laughed. Amos produced another thong from his 
pocket and bound her wrists to the saddle horn. "Riding naked like that, 
you'll look just like Lady Godiva." 

"C-c-could you at least take these awful clamps off my breasts?" 

"Guess I can do that much," he allowed. "Wouldn't want those big plump 
nipples of yours to go completely numb." 

"Ooooh, thank you," she said when he'd loosened the thumb screws and 
pocketed the clamps. 

"Just for that, or for giving you such powerful orgasms?" 

"For b-b-both," Amy lied with a warm grin. "In fact, I wish you'd fuck me 
again right now." Anything to delay them and perhaps give Jody and the 
others a chance to escape capture. 

"Later," he said firmly. "You'll get all the cock you can handle. Maybe more 
than you want. Unless I get back in time to help catch them two young ones, 
you'll have to satisfy three horny men all by yourself." 

She shuddered. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The yellow boat jounced through another set of rapids that dropped like 
liquid stair steps. Jody was bleakly silent, unaware of the magnificent 
view. She was thinking about her mother, sick with disgust because of what 
that man had done. 

Bart was in much the same frame of mind, wondering if Amy would ever be the 
same after her ordeal. He found solace in stern concentration upon the river 
ahead. The most severe rapids were yet to come. 

Alita could only think about when they would make camp for the night. She 
could really console Bart then. Maybe walk down the river and hold his hand 
in sympathy. Once away from Jody, she was pretty certain that one thing 
would lead to another. 

From the rim of the steep canyon wall a ways downstream, Amy could see the 
three of them bobbing along far below. She watched the raft bounding through 
swift current and roiling waves. 

"Your husband and his niece handle that boat pretty well," Amos said. "Of 
course they ain't come to the real rapids yet. Around Deadman's Bend it gets 
real hairy!" 

Amy winced. She had enough to worry about without that. Amos held the reins, 
walking ahead and leading the mule. With her wrists tightly bound to the 
saddle horn, there was no way she could escape. 

The sun blazed down on her naked curves, but it did little to warm her 
chilled spirit. Her wrists burned with pain where the thong cinched around 
them. Each swaying step of the mule brought a fresh spark oT torment. 

"We go on straight from here," Amos said, "away from the river. It winds 
around through hell and back, so we should get to the cabin before they do." 

Amy's anguished mind hatched a desperate scheme. The trail narrowed ahead, 
hugging the edge of a sheer drop of more than a hundred feet to the river 
below. The other side of the narrow passage was a vertical wall of rock. 

She took a deep breath, then shouted as she'd heard cowboys do in Western 
movies. At the same moment, she spiked her heels into the mule's ribs with 
all her strength. 

Halfass reared up with an angry braying noise and pawed the air with its 
front hooves. Amy shouted and spurred with her heels again. The mule lunged 
forward with a rush. 

Amos said, "Jesus Christ!" He dropped his compound bow and the quiver of 
hunting arrows and hauled on the reins. But the mule kept coming, frantic to 
keep its balance on the narrow ledge. 

Halfass bumped into Amos and pushed him off the narrow trail. For one 
agonizing moment, he seemed to hang suspended in thin air. Then he plunged 
downward with a loud scream, arms and legs flailing. 

He hit the water feet first with a resounding splash. A pillar of white foam 
geysered up. 

Amy said, "Whoa, boy! Whoa, Halfass! Good mule . . . good boy." The reins 
dangled on the ground and the mule glanced around quizzically, not knowing 
at first what to do. 

Amy fought back her fear of heights to keep watch over the edge. She didn't 
see Amos surface. Ripples radiated out to the shore and eventually faded 
away. Still no sign of him, dead or alive. 

He was probably wedged between big rocks on the river bottom. If not killed 
by the fall, he would soon drown. Amy saw a stream of silver bubbles rise 
from where he went in, but Amos didn't surface and soon the stream of 
bubbles faded into clear blue calm on the surface of the pool below. 

A chilling realization coursed through her veins. She'd probably killed a 
man, forced him to an agonizing death. But after all he'd done to her, she 
didn't care. 

"You filthy bastard!" she screamed. "You got just what you deserved." 

Halfass tossed his head and started ambling ahead on the trail. She couldn't 
reach the reins to restrain him. Her wrists were too tightly bound to the 
saddle horn. She strained and cut her flesh but could not wrench free. 
Halfass kept walking, picking up speed. 

"No, no . . . the other way!" she said. Amy wanted to go anywhere except 
toward the cabin Amos had been leading her to. 

The trail curved onto flat ground and slanted away from the winding canyon. 
Amy cried, but Halfass ignored her and continued on down the path. 

"Turn left! Damn you, do something! Stop! Whoa!" The mule kept walking, 
gaining speed as the trail slanted down hill. 

Amy's ripe ass was jarred in the saddle by each step he took. Her bound 
wrists blazed with pain and her brief moment of triumph faded into dismay. 

* * * 

Bart Winslow had memorized the river's course as best he could by studying a 
map prepared for rafters. "The next rapids are called 'The Jumble', " he 
warned. "A lot of big rocks we'll have to work our way around." 

Alita grinned and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Bart. We'll make it." 

Jody remained silent, disconsolate, staring straight ahead as though in a 
trance. Then she chanced to glance up. They'd just rounded a bend, and on 
the rim of the canyon she saw a solitary figure riding what looked from a 
distance like a horse. An obviously female figure with auburn hair glinting 
in the sun. 

"That's mom!" she cried joyously. "She must have gotten away from that awful 
man!" 

Bart grabbed a pair of binoculars from one of the waterproof bags that 
stowed their gear. "It is her!" he confirmed. "But she's stark naked and her 
wrists are tied to the saddle horn. 

We've got to help her! Jody, grab another paddle . . . we have to make it to 
shore before those rapids!" 

There was a short gravel beach just before the churning rapids, and back of 
that a low grassy knoll. The trail Amy was on curved near the edge. For a 
brief moment they would be only twenty or thirty feet apart. If they could 
land the boat, they could reach her before the mule went on its way. 

Alita felt slightly guilty, but she didn't paddle with all of her strength. 
The last thing she wanted was for Amy to join them in the boat for the rest 
of the trip. 

Jody did even less. She didn't even reach for the extra paddle. She waved 
and shouted, "Mom! Mom, we're coming!" 

Bart dug his paddle deep and stroked hard for the beach. The handle Snapped 
off near the blade. He was left with a useless stick in his hand. "Jody!" he 
raged. "God damn it, give me that other paddle!" 

There was no hope of stopping now. They were still ten feet from shore, the 
boat turned broadside in the swift current, being carried toward the rapids 
as though pushed by a giant hand. 

Alita stroked hard to straighten the boat as they plunged into the rapids. 
Huge boulders dotted the course, some awash and causing large waves that ran 
every which way, others that loomed like forbidding walls ready to crush 
whatever might be hurled against them by all the river's awesome might. 

Bart grabbed an extra paddle from his terrified daughter's hand and strained 
to control their frail craft. They slipped around the side of one rock only 
to face another menacing form. 

Alita loved the challenge. It made her heart race and filled her pussy with 
hot rushing blood. 

Amy sobbed on the shore, still bound on the mule's back as the boat was 
swept away. For a moment she'd been given hope, only to have it dashed. 
Halfass walked on undisturbed, only thinking about hay and grain that 
awaited him in the barn. 

* * * 

Emmit Murdock worked the river bottom in a wet suit and heavy lead boots. He 
wore a living mask fed air from a compressor on shore, an outfit called a 
hookah for its resemblance to long-tubed water pipes. 

He worked the suction hose of a gold dredge into rocky crevices where 
nuggets were most likely to be found. Suction propelled gravel and sand to 
the surface where it was run through a floating sluice box to sort out the 
gold. 

Pappy Murdock sat on shore beside the chugging gasoline engine that powered 
the air compressor. He puffed contentedly on his pipe until he saw his mule 
Halfass and an unexpected treasure walk into view. 

The pipe dropped right out of his mouth. "I'll be God damned, go to hell!" 
Pappy uncoiled like a snake. He was a lean, gaunt man, six-feet-five-inches 
tall, thin and strong as a rawhide thong. Snow-white hair and a matching 
bushy mustache decorated a craggy face as tanned and tough as saddle 
leather. He strode toward the mule with a lewd grin curving up under his 
white mustache. 

"Halfass, you son of a bitch, what the hell you brung us?" 

The mule brayed happily, glad to be home. Pappy eyed the lush-bodied woman 
whom he could now see had her wrists bound tightly to the saddle horn. 

"Amos must've done that," he concluded. "Where'd he go?" 

"I-I don't know," Amy lied, choking back tears of grief and fear. 

"You gotta have some idea! That boy didn't mount you up on the mule like 
that and then decide to go for a swim!" 

"He slipped off the trail where it was very narrow," she improvised. 

"Don't shit me," the old man scorned. "Amos moves around these hills like a 
mountain lion. He didn't just slip off nothin'! " 

"The mule bolted and pushed him," she said in mournful desperation. 

"Halfass bolted? Not unless he was spurred something fierce. Ain't a more 
placid beast ever been born." 

"Well, he deserved it after what he did to me!" she shot back without 
thinking. 

"Maybe so, lady. But whatever he did to you ain't gonna seem like nothin' 
after Emmit and me get through with you. And if Amos don't show up here real 
soon in fine health, we're gonna scalp your pussy and tack the hide of your 
hairy cunt up over the cabin door to remember you by." 

Amy cringed in horror. This gnarled old man was even more sadistic than his 
son. And there was a brother somewhere whom she hadn't met. 

The old man whipped out a pocket knife and severed the thong bound around 
her wrists. "Git down off that mule," he said sharply. 

She dismounted and stood on legs that trembled with uncertainty. In silence 
she prayed that the raft had already gone by. They were in sight of the 
river. If it passed now, the old man was certain to see its tempting cargo. 

Jism still seeped from the soft lips of her pussy slit and more was smeared 
all over the saddle. "It's plain to see that Amos fucked you before getting 
run off the trail. He make you suck his cock too?" 

Amy nodded and said, "Yes." 

"He get your ass too?" 

"N-n-no. He didn't do that." 

"Then there must be a boat coming downriver. Amos wouldn't pass up an ass as 
lusciously ripe as yours unless he wanted to get back here in a hurry and 
alert us." 

She sobbed in despair, stunned by how easy it was for him to work it all 
out. Pappy Murdock pulled her wrists together in front of her waist while 
she was still blubbering. 

He coiled the leather reins around them and cinched a tight double knot. 
"You hold her, Halfass. Don't let her get away. I gotta get Emmit up so we 
can greet our new guests proper." Pappy strode back toward the river with an 
obvious spring in his step. 

Amy thrashed and tugged at the reins with her bound wrists, but Halfass had 
his feet firmly planted and refused to move. He was, appropriately, stubborn 
as a mule. 

Then he leaned his head forward, gazing at her cum-dripping cunt with 
enormous dark eyes alight with a lewd gleam. Halfass lapped out a tongue the 
size of a sirloin steak and licked into her crotch. 

"Hungh!" she groaned, twisting and trying to pull away. Halfass jerked his 
head and yanked her off balance. She stumbled toward him and he swiped at 
her crotch with his meaty tongue again. Licking cunt was all the old mule 
liked better than sugar cube treats. 

He rasped her clit bud and brought a scream to her lips, but Amy had little 
time to consider the horror of having her cunt licked by a mule. She glanced 
far upstream and saw the yellow raft coming. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Emmit Murdock worked the suction hose of the dredge in a deep pool half the 
size of a football field. Just upstream from that was a curving chute 
between sheer granite walls where the water tumbled and roiled over 
ominously sharp rocks. It was the place called Deadman's Bend because the 
body of more than one unfortunate adventurer had floated face down into the 
tranquil pool below. 

When Bart Winslow saw the narrow, twisting course ahead Uttered with jagged 
rocks that looked like shark's teeth, he wished he'd taken the advice of 
more experienced boatmen and put in well below the peril. 

"Left!" he shouted to Alita. "Paddle to the left!" The boat grazed a sharp 
rock and careened off broadside in the turbulent flow. "Now right! Hard 
right!" 

Alita's excitement increased. This was the real challenge. The extreme 
thrill. She was glad she had persuaded Bart to start far enough up stream so 
they wouldn't miss it. 

Jody clamped her eyes shut and clenched the lifeline that ringed the boat 
with both hands. She could only think of a fly she'd once flushed down the 
toilet. The poor thing was still struggling in vain when it disappeared into 
the whirlpool of oblivion. Their boat was spun around by the current much 
the same way. They went plunging forward one second, backward the next. She 
squeezed her eyes tightly shut, screamed and clamped her hands on the 
lifeline until her knuckles turned white as the churning rapids. 

The bounding yellow boat was carried backwards and hurled against the point 
of a jagged rock. It pierced the rubberized fabric, slashing like a knife as 
the current whirled the boat on downstream. 

Air hissed out of the ragged gash and the stern of the boat sank low. Water 
filled the rear compartment, rising over Bart's ankles like an icy flood. 
The next roiling wave pitched him over the sagging back end of the boat and 
into the chilling stream. 

Alita cried and tried to swing the sinking boat back his way, but the stream 
swept him on ahead. She wasn't strong enough to paddle it by herself. 

The pointed bow end remained inflated because the boat had two separate air 
chambers, but, with the back half deflated and hanging low in the water, it 
was all but impossible to steer. They careened into the sloping side of a 
huge rock and the boat pitched up on its side. 

Alita tumbled out with a startled cry, still clutching her paddle. The boat 
tipped upside down with Jody underneath, still clutching the lifeline with 
the hard grip of stark terror. She was swept on alone toward the large pool 
below the rapids. 

They were all wearing helmets to protect their heads from the rocks in case 
of an upset, and life jackets to keep them afloat. 

Bart swam hard and managed to reach Alita, but Jody remained out of sight 
beneath the boat. It cushioned her like a giant air pillow when the upside 
down craft hit another huge rock. 

Alita and Bart were swept by the boat and carried farther down stream. They 
saw a tall, gaunt-looking man with snow-white hair running toward the 
water's edge, and they saw Amy who stood naked with her wrists bound, her 
pussy being anxiously tongued by the mule. 

Bart tried to swim toward the shore, but the current along the far edge of 
the pool was too swift. It carried them on through the pool and into another 
wild rapid, out of sight of Amy and her new tormentor. 

Jody was screaming frantically under the overturned boat. Numbed by the icy 
river water, her hands were fast losing their grip on the lifeline. 

Amy shrilled a scream when she saw the boat tip over. In the grip of fear, 
she momentarily forgot the hideously obscene and strangely stimulating 
strokes of the mule's rasping tongue. "Jody!" she sobbed. "Oh, my dear sweet 
girl!" 

She watched Bart grab the collar of Alita's life jacket and saw them swept 
on downstream along the far side of the pool, but Jody was nowhere in sight, 
and Amy felt certain her daughter had drowned. She wailed and moaned, 
frantic with grief. The mule went on licking her cunt, completely 
unconcerned. 

His rasping tongue stroked her clit and made Amy jerk away with a sob of 
disgust. She lost her balance and fell backward, jerking toward the reins. 

She sprawled on her back, writhing and moaning, trying to shield her 
tongue-ravaged cunt with her hands. Halfass brayed a snorting sound of 
discontent and stubbornly nosed her bound wrists to the side. 

Clit-stroking had started her musky honey to flow, and he liked that taste. 
The Murdocks had often encouraged him to lick pussy when one of their 
captives had been fucked overly full. 

Amy found the mule's rasping tongue more repulsive than anything Amos had 
made her do. But the slathering big hunk of hot meat kept flailing her clit 
and making her tingle with obscene shocks. 

Halfass worked his slobbering wet tongue deeper into her juicy cunt, hungry 
for more of the intriguing taste. She groaned and sobbed, thinking her 
daughter had been lost and wishing that she were dead along with her. 

Jody's grip weakened and her chilled hands lost their hold on the lifeline. 
Swirling rapids pulled her away from the boat and hurled her headfirst into 
the flat side of a rock. The helmet protected her head from what might have 
been a fatal injury, but the jarring impact knocked her unconscious. Jody 
was carried into the waiting pool. 

Pappy Murdock tugged on the safety line to alert Emm it who was working 
below. He slipped free of his heavy lead boots and a weight belt, and bobbed 
to the surface beside the girl. 

Amy watched him raise her daughter's head. When Jody gasped and began to 
revive her mother wailed a thankful cry, then shivered and screamed as the 
mule's tongue wiggled into her pliant cunt slit, thrusting and probing until 
she felt the tremors of a climax begin. 

Halfass loved it when a woman went crazy. It made her tasty cunt wet with an 
intriguing tang. He licked and slurped up fuck honey, driving her frantic 
with lewd pleasure in the process. 

Jody saw what was happening to her mother and started to cry when Emmit 
helped her out on the shore. "Make that awful beast stop!" she pleaded. 
"That's my mother and he must be hurting her terribly!" 

Amy's shrill orgasmic cries did sound like wails of pain, and her lush body 
was twitching and jerking as though being stung by an awful electric shock. 

"He ain't hurting her," Emmit said. "He's making her cum." 

Jody had never heard the word used that way. "Come?" she repeated. "Come 
where?" 

"To a climax. Orgasm. Extreme sexual .pleasure . . . just like me, my 
brother and Pappy here are gonna give you." 

"No!" Jody cried, trying to pull away from the huge hand that gripped her 
trembling arm. 

"I don't know about Amos being able to join so us," Pappy said darkly. "That 
girl's mother spurred the mule and knocked him off the trail into the 
river." 

"Aw, shit . . . that ain't nothing. Amos is too mean to die. He'll be along 
soon, you'll see." 

"Not before we've had our fill of this sweet little thing, I hope." Pappy 
grinned lewdly and twirled his white mustache while eyeing the girl. 

She had lush, flowing curves like her mother, though they were not yet fully 
ripe. Jody was girlishly soft and extremely tempting with her fawn-eyed look 
of complete innocence. 

"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked in a gravely voice. 

"J-J-Jody," she said. 

Emmit loosened the chin strap and took off her helmet. Then he pulled down 
the zipper closing the front of her padded life jacket. 

"Leave her alone!" Amy cried. Her lewd climax sparked by the mule was over. 
The woman struggled to her feet and stood on trembling legs still weak from 
wild stimulation. 

Jody's clothes were sopping wet and clinging to her ripening curves. Emmit's 
dark, yearning eyes inched over her. "Are you still cherry?" he asked. 

"Am I still what?" 

"Have you ever been fucked?" Pappy asked with a lewd grin of evil 
anticipation. 

"Ooooh, no!" 

"Let her go!" Amy screamed, trying to get to her daughter's side. "She's 
just an innocent girl!" 

"That's the kind we like best, lady." Emmit began to unbutton Jody's blouse. 

She twisted and tried to run away, but Pappy grabbed her from behind and 
coiled his long arms around her waist. His hands slid down to finger the 
tender hump of her young pussy mound through the wet fabric of her skirt. 

Amy lunged to help her daughter, but Halfass tossed his head stubbornly and 
yanked her back. She fell with a sorrowful cry. One moment she'd been so 
thrilled to see her young daughter alive, now she was starting to think it 
might have been better if Jody had drowned. She would have suffered less 
than in the clutches of these two lewd men. 

Emmit's thick fingers were cold from working the dredge and too clumsy to 
open the buttons as fast as he wanted. He gave an impatient grunt and ripped 
open the front of her blouse. 

Jody's terrified cry rang loud and long, echoing off the sheer wall of rock 
that rose along the river's far side. She trembled violently as Emmit's cold 
hands unclasped her bra. 

He grinned and licked his lips. "I ain't seen such a nice set of tits on 
anyone so young!" 

"They're nearly as big as her mother's, and a lot more tender, I'll bet," 
the old man said. "You been letting some boy you like real well feel your 
pretty young tits." 

"Never!" 

"Aaaaah, then you don't even know what pleasure you've missed!" Pappy 
grabbed one lush tit in both hands, and Emmit held the other. They kneaded 
Jody's soft mounds and made her wail in frantic disgust. 

"Don't touch my daughter!" Amy begged them desperately. "You can do anything 
you want to me, but-" 

"Oh, we're gonna do that too!" Pappy said. "Never you fear, we got cock 
enough to thrill you both. And if Amos makes it back, there'll be more than 
you want." 

Amy struggled to her feet again and made another wild lunge in a crazed 
effort to help Jody. Halfass brayed when she pulled the reins and wrenched 
the bit in his mouth. Then he set his teeth and yanked her back again. 

She twisted and fell down this time. The mule appeared to grin as his 
straining jaw relaxed. He bowed his head down, swept out his tongue and 
began to work up and down in the soft cleft between her ass cheeks. 

Pappy said, "Good boy, Halfass. Tongue-whip her ass until it's real hot. The 
only thing near as good as fucking young virgin cunt is filling a sweet, 
tight ass like yours!" 

Amy sobbed, and Jody screamed while the two men went on kneading her tits, 
whirling her tender pink nipples hard beneath their thumbs. 

"Who's gonna pop her cherry?" Emmit asked the old man, bracing himself for a 
fight if he got the expected answer . . . that Pappy would, as head of the 
clan. 

But Pappy said evenly, "First things, first, boy. We both ought to eat her 
first. Her pussy ain't ever gonna taste so sweet and pure again. Not after 
it's been heated and fucked long and hard by three big cocks!" 

"That's right, Pa. Nothing tastes better than fresh cherry cunt!" 

Amy cried, "Leave my little girl alone!" Then she sobbed and squirmed, 
writhing on the ground, tortured by the lewd shocks to tingling pleasure the 
mule's swiping tongue sent shivering into her asshole. 

Emmit and Pappy Murdock led Jody to a pine beside the river bank. The young 
teen was too shocked and frightened to resist. It wouldn't have mattered 
anyway. Pappy was tall and strong. His son looked more like a bear. Huge arm 
and leg muscles strained the sleek black wet-suit that he wore. Pappy pulled 
in the rope Emmit had been using as a safety line and threw it over a branch 
ten feet off the ground. Then he formed a noose and slipped that over Jody's 
wrists. 

He yanked it tight and the girl shrilled a scream, suddenly frantic. But now 
it was too late to resist. Emmit leered at her with a lewd grin curling his 
lips and yanked on the loose end of the rope. 

Jody's arms were wrenched overhead, then pulled until her toes barely 
reached the ground. Knifing pain ran down her arms, through her shoulders 
and to her dangling toes. She kicked her feet and began to sway, slowly 
spinning around. 

Pappy grabbed and ripped off her skirt. Emmit tugged and pulled her panties 
down to her knees. They both stood grinning lewdly, wetting their lips with 
anxious swipes of then-hungry tongues. 

Jody sobbed in near hysteria. The shy, modest young teen had never been seen 
naked by a male before. And these two feasted then-eyes on her curves, 
leering and smacking their lips as they each grabbed one of her legs. 

They bent Jody's legs back at the knees and took one leg around each side of 
the tree trunk. With her toes no longer supporting part of her weight, her 
bound wrists and wrenched shoulders ached even more. 

Amy couldn't help her struggling daughter. Each time she tried to get up, 
the mule nosed her flat on the ground again, lapping at her luscious ass 
with his lewd wet tongue. She ss kicked and howled in terrified frustration. 

They bound Jody's beautifully tapered legs around the tree trunk, crossing 
her shapely ankles and looping them with coils of rope pulled tight and 
double knotted. The tortured strain splayed her crotch, a softly humped dome 
furred lightly with silken curls the same radiant chestnut color as the hair 
on her head. 

"I'll be real generous and let you have the first taste," Pappy Murdock said 
to his burly son. 

"Ah, shit! You just want me to lick her wet and hot for you!" 

"Well, do it, boy! Make her cum. Show her what it's gonna be like when she 
feels her first big cock!" 

Jody whimpered in pitiful desperation. Emmit laughed and dropped to his 
knees, clamping his cold hands on the tender ass. He burrowed his face into 
the soft warm valley of her delicate young cunt. Jody babbled hysterically, 
shocked by his wagging tongue. 

Emmit licked and slurped delightedly, making lewd slurping noises much like 
those of the mule so voraciously attacking Amy's ass with hideously 
stimulating tongue swipes. 

He parted slender pussy lips soft and pink as rose petals, stroking upward 
to find her clit. "Damn, it's a sleek, tiny little hole she's got!" he said. 

"Of course it is. She ain't never had it opened by a stiff hot cock a foot 
long!" Pappy Murdock watched his son suck the girl's cherry cunt and began 
breathing hard in anticipation of the pleasures to come. 

Emmit found Jody's clit, a tiny nub of flesh hardly larger than a shirt 
button. He teased around it with slow spiral strokes and made the girl 
squeal sounds somewhere between anguish and rapture. 

Jody was too sweetly innocent to have ever stimulated herself with swirling 
fingers as most young girls did. The tingling shocks that blazed from that 
tender button of sensitive nerve ends amazed her. She felt surging heat and 
sharp contractions in her pussy. Sweet-scented virgin cunt honey was stirred 
in her depths, warmed until it began seeping. 

Dangling by her wrists, she swayed helpless, lashed by Emmit's rasping 
tongue. She shuddered each time he licked and wiggled his tongue around her 
clit. 

Then he extended his tongue to probe between the soft lips of a pussy just 
starting to leak. Jody shuddered, not even knowing why a man would want to 
do such a thing. 

"I can feel her cherry," Emmit said to his father. "It's tender. Bet I could 
pop it with my tongue-" 

"You do, and I'll break both your arms!" the old man raged. "She's to be 
split good and proper with a big hot prick! Mine!" 

"You gotta fight me for that privilege, old man. And maybe Amos too if he 
gets back here in time." 

"I'll whip you both if I got to. I ain't too old to do that, you know." 

Jody shuddered, knowing it was her precious hymen the two men were so 
willing to fight for. It hardly mattered to her who won. She would lose her 
virginity either way. 

Tears streamed down her creamy smooth cheeks. She hadn't expected that to 
happen for several years-not until she was married, on her wedding night 
with a kindly man that she loved deeply enough to reward with her most 
precious treasure. 

She could feel his thrusting tongue warp her tender seal. Pains worse than 
those blazing from her bound wrists wrenched in her slender cunt sleeve. 
Spasms began deep and rippled toward the surface, bringing with them the 
tang of sweet honey. 

Emmit licked and slurped wolfishly, tantalizing her cherry with each 
thrusting lunge of his tongue. Jody shivered and screamed, not understanding 
the racking spasms that grew stronger in her loins. 

Amy was gasping the same kind of cry. Halfass had his nose wedged in the 
crack of her ass, his tongue flailing. It was a slab of hot meat big enough 
to rasp her pussy and asshole both with one swipe. 

His tongue burrowed beneath her and found her clit, then slithered over the 
tightly clenched rim of her shithole. Amy squirmed and moaned, feeling the 
start of another intense bestial climax as humiliating to her as it was 
thrilling. 

Jody's eyes flared wide when her contractions increased, coming faster and 
harder like rolling waves. The approach of her first orgasm made her pussy 
grip and squeeze Emmit's tongue. 

"Ungh," he said joyously. "She's gonna be a hot one when she feels cock. Her 
pussy is tight enough to milk my tongue!" 

He lashed her clit to fire more wringing spasms. And he speared into her 
juicy young slit to enjoy them. Jody didn't know what was happening. It was 
like when her head hit the rock. She was no longer aware of pain, and not 
troubled by fear for the fate of her father and cousin Alita. 

Jody's dazzled mind was consumed by the swirling heat of pleasure. Waves 
rose from her tongue-ravaged cunt and fanned out. She shrilled a weak little 
scream and then sobbed in rapture. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Bart Winslow and his raven-haired young niece were swept a mile downstream 
through tumultuous rapids before the river widened into another pool. There 
swift current slacked enough for them to swim hard and reach shore. He 
staggered out on a sandy beach, leading Alita by the hand, both of them 
exhausted and rasping for breath. "What are we going to do now?" Alita 
asked. "We ought to get out of our wet clothes," 

Bart said. "We're likely to catch cold if we don't." He began unbuttoning 
his shirt. 

Alita's lips curved slowly into a smile. Safe on shore, her anxious young 
mind was working again. She peeled off her life jacket, and then a clinging 
wet top. Her proud, sharp-peaked tits quivered invitingly in a wet bra. 

"Strip off all of our wet clothes?" she asked. 

Bart Winslow wasn't the kind likely to blush, but he did then. "Er, no!" he 
said quickly. "Keep your panties and bra both on. That's not much different 
than a bathing suit." 

She giggled anxiously. "Aunt Amy would probably think it was different if 
she saw us both together in our underwear." 

Bart was trying not to look at her gorgeous curves. He knew the temptation 
might be too much for him. Then he saw their overturned, half-deflated boat 
come drifting downstream. That offered the perfect excuse. He leaped up and 
ran to the water's edge. 

"All our gear is in waterproof bags and tied inside the boat," he said. 
"I've got to save it." 

"I'll help you." Alita ran with him. She splashed into the water beside Bart 
and both of them waded out to catch the boat drifting by. 

Wet, her frail white panties were almost transparent. He couldn't help 
seeing the small rise of her taut little pussy mound and the shadow of lush 
dark curls spread thick and wide. 

Only the chilling cold of the river kept his cock from swelling hard and 
straining the front of his undershorts. 

They dragged the boat to shore and turned it right side up. 

"Damn," said. "One of the bags in back was torn open. The one that held all 
our extra clothes. Everything is soaking wet." 

"We'll spread it all out to dry," Alita said. "I think it's kind of exciting 
. . . being shipwrecked." 

"Always the adventurer," he said. They worked together spreading out wet 
clothes to dry in the sun. 

"Don't you think it's exciting, being alone with me?" 

"Maybe too exciting," he said. "There are some things a man shouldn't even 
think about. You're my niece-" 

"Only by marriage. My mother and Amy were sisters. You and I aren't really 
related at all if it's incest you're so worried about." 

Bart felt his face blushing again. The back of Alita's wet bikini panties 
pulled into the slender crack of her ass every time she bent over to spread 
something out to dry. 

"Being related by marriage makes it worse," he said in a voice strained by 
temptation. "After all Amy's been through, she die if she knew that we-" 

"But she doesn't have to know," Alita said boldly, turning to face him with 
an inviting smile curving her lips. Her long arms reached out, coiled around 
his neck and drew him toward her. 

"Stop that," he protested weakly. Her supple young body pressed and squirmed 
against his while she sighed in rapture. Alita's wet bra and panties were 
chilling cold, but he felt the sultry heat radiating from within. It made 
his cock twitch violently in his damp shorts. 

Bart tried to push her away, but Alita held on and ground her lusciously 
sleek pussy mound against his swelling cock. 

"I've been dreaming about your big cock ever since that day I saw you 
getting out of the shower. I want it to be my first. I want you to break my 
cherry." 

"No! Damn it, leave me alone." He tried to untangle himself from her arms, 
but with a good deal less than all his strength. "I just can't be unfaithful 
to Amy. Not now. Not with you." 

"Don't tell me you've never been unfaithful to her before. A rugged man like 
you married to a woman who regards sex as only an obligation-" 

"All right," he confessed. "A few times, but those were grown women. Not 
young girls, and certainly not part of the family." 

"You could make me a grown woman," Alita said teasingly. She kept one arm 
coiled around his neck while the other hand slid down to dip inside his damp 
shorts. 

"Ungh! Don't do that!" Her hand gripped his cock and began to straighten it. 

"It's going to be huge when I get it fully hard," she said delightedly. "As 
long and thick as the one that man used on Amy." 

"Let's not mention her," Bart said. His anxious cock was throbbing in her 
hand, swelling hard with a raging pulse. He knew he wouldn't be able to 
resist. 

"Didn't watching her climax so hard with him make you horny?" Alita asked. 

"Yeah," he had to admit. "In a strange sort of way it did." 

"Then why don't you do the same thing to me? I've never had a real climax 
before. My first should be even wilder than hers." 

"All right, you little bitch! You've done everything but beg for it." Bart 
pushed her back toward the still-inflated front end of the boat: 

Alita gasped sharply, knowing that all her lewd dreams of lust were about to 
come true. He pressed her back on the fat yellow side of the boat and bent 
down to pull her wet panties off. 

She bent her legs, one on each side of the long inflated tube. Her left foot 
was inside the boat, her right foot outside in the warm sand. Balancing 
precariously on the rounded yellow tube, Alita reached back to unclasp her 
bra. 

Bart stood over her, gazing fondly at the thickest, richest, widest wedge of 
cunt hair he had seen in a long time. The wet black curls sheened in the 
sun. He drew a deep breath and thought what a lewd bastard he was, but he 
couldn't help himself. 

Her tits were sharp-peaked, mouth-sized cones of firm young flesh that 
heaved invitingly with each anxious breath Alita took. Her radiant black 
hair gleamed brightly in the blazing sun. 

He felt the sweat of excitement. Bart stripped off his shorts and began 
stroking his cock in the curl of his right hand. 

"You know what excited me even more than watching my wife get fucked?" he 
mused distractedly, thinking back. 

"N-n-no." 

"See her bound and helpless. I damn near came in my pants. I've wanted to 
tie her spread-eagled on the bed and ball her brains out for years!" 

Alita managed a week little laugh. "You-you don't have to tie me. I want you 
to fuck me, and I'll fuck back like Amy never has!" 

"No, I do have to tie you," Bart decided. "I want to know what it's like. 
I'm sure Amy will never be satisfied with a tender and considerate style of 
fucking again, so I might as well get some practice with you." 

"Uncle Bart, no!" 

He grabbed a loose end of rope from inside the boat, one that had been used 
to tie in the waterproof bags containing their gear. He yanked Alita's long 
arms high over her head and coiled the wet rope tightly around her crossed 
wrists. 

She groaned, thrashing desperately. "I can't stand to be restrained!" she 
screamed. "I don't like to be closed in, in any way." 

"Tough shit! You came on this trip to experience new thrills, and that's 
exactly what I'm going to give you!" He bound her wrists tightly and lashed 
them to an oarlock on the side of the boat while Alita kicked and screamed. 

Bart's cock swelled enormously, larger than his prick ever had for his 
timidly obliging wife. He felt like a real man for the first time in years. 

He found two more lengths of rope and caught Alita's shapely leg that kicked 
outside the boat. Wet coils cinched tightly around her shapely ankle, then 
he passed the loose end through a ring low on the outside of the inflated 
hull and knotted it off with a lewd chuckle of satisfaction. 

Bart was starting to understand the feeling of raging strength that the man 
in camouflaged clothing must have experienced when he bound 

Amy helpless and plunged his thick cock into her splayed cunt. 

Alita was an even more tempting treasure. A virgin as yet untouched in the 
depths of her cunt-a lewd little bitch with a head full of dreams. He 
laughed, caught her other flailing leg and bound that to a ring inside the 
boat. 

His niece began to weep glittering tears. They ran down cheeks as smooth and 
flawless as fine china. Her shocked fear added to his pleasure. Just fucking 
a willing cunt like hers would have been too easy. This would teach her a 
lesson. Alita wouldn't be so quick to flaunt her tempting young body after 
this. 

Bart kissed her trembling left tit and sucked while his tongue danced over a 
small, dark nipple. 

Alita gasped a sharp cry of delight. She had let a couple of boys she liked 
feel her tits, but only through her blouse and bra. One of them shot off in 
his pants while whirling her nipple, and she knew then that he would be no 
good for sex until he had more experience. The other was all grasping hands 
and no technique. He pained more than pleased her with his crushing grip. 
Both lost a chance to pop her cherry, but Uncle Bart could not be denied. 

Alita's mind was stunned by the pain and her dread of bondage, but was 
whirled into dizzying rapture by Bart's deft tongue. He licked and sucked 
her tits alternately, swaying his head from one to the other. 

Then Bart clasped a hand over each tit and twirled her wet nipples with his 
thumbs. Jolts of pleasure stirred the restless yearning in Alita's 
black-furred pussy. She wailed and moaned, writhing and warming to his deft 
touch. 

Bart eased down, licking and nibbling at her ribs and the sleek plate of 
muscle covering her belly. He tongued her indented navel, and her wailing 
cries of delight increased. 

Alita hadn't expected to get her cunt eaten. No girl she knew had ever had 
that pleasure. Young boys were too impatient. They just wanted to get their 
cocks in a tight cunt and unload their weighty balls. 

But her uncle was no impetuous youth. He was a man who yearned for pleasure, 
both as a giver and a taker. Alita babbled joyously as he nibbled her rich 
dark spread of pussy hair, pulling softly at damp black curls with his taut 
lips. 

Her pussy seethed and squirmed in delighted anticipation. The scent of her 
heated oils cunt like an invisible cloud. Bart breathed deep and savored the 
tang of sweet pussy. Alita's cunt was bounding up and down, her bound body 
rocking the boat. 

He licked into her narrow pussy and whirled the tip of his tongue over the 
head of her clit, ft a slender stalk of flesh with an indented tip. Her clit 
swelled and pulsed between his lips. 

Alita's frenzied cries of wild passion matched the river's roar. His 
stroking tongue drove her crazy. She forgot the chafing pull of tightly 
bound wet ropes and her chilling fear of restraint. She bucked her wide open 
crotch at his wagging tongue and cried, "You're going to make me cum!" 

That was exactly what he had planned. Then, while her pussy was in the grip 
of enraptured spasms, he would push his cock in and pop her cherry. Alita 
would hardly feel the pain. 

She planted her feet flat and arched her back, wailing shrill cries of 
delight while pumping her willowy hips at his spearing tongue. 

His tongue wiggled into her narrow gash and pressed the web of her cherry. 
Alita moaned, slightly fearful of having her cherry ruptured. But intense 
contractions wrenched her slender cunt tunnel into a fury of raging desire. 

Bart's cock surged with rampant power. Amy's mere grudging acceptance of sex 
as a duty had never inspired such strength. Alita's gorgeous young body in 
bondage had given him the best hard-on he'd had in years. 

He reared back and guided the knobbed tip to the mouth of her narrow gash. 
Bart stroked the bloated head of his hot prick into the black-furred gate of 
flesh. 

Alita moaned in tense anticipation. Her whole body strained. The strokes of 
his throbbing hot cock head across her clit sent stinging shocks of pleasure 
to her brain much sharper than those from his clever tongue. 

"Cumming!" she cried. "Oooooh, I'm cumming so hard!" Alita hissed and 
tensed, arching her body. 

Bart grinned and slanted his cock down slightly, taking aim on the tempting 
target of her juicy virgin pussy hole. 

He fucked into her, slow and steady, caught at once by a whirlpool of fleshy 
motion. Alita's cunt was a boiling caldron of fiercely hot pleasure. 

Wringing bands of muscle squeezed around the flesh padded knob of his cock 
and then gripped the unyielding hard prick shaft. He pushed against her 
cherry and felt it strain. Alita sobbed and shut her eyes-the moment of her 
long-awaited fuck had arrived. 

He eased back, caught a breath and watched her tremble, he eyes tightly 
closed in anticipation. Then he pushed down again, harder and faster this 
time. Her taut cherry warped under strain. Alita groaned deep in her throat 
and gasped breathy sounds of dismay as pain flashed along every nerve in her 
body. 

Then her stubborn cherry tore and split wide open to permit passage. His 
cock fucked into her like a hot knife through margarine. She gulped and 
screamed when his wiry haired loins pressed on hers, his thick hard shaft in 
her wringing depths to the root. 

Bart let her savor the shocking thrill of fulfillment for a moment, then he 
drew back and swiftly stabbed into her again. Alita howled. The pain of his 
bulbous cockhead passing through her torn cherry was sharper than the first 
time. The ragged edges were alive with jangling nerves. 

Blood seeped from the wound to mingle with her gushing fuck honey. It made a 
pink-striped smear on his long cockshaft. Alita blinked her eyes open and 
saw that as her uncle arched above her again, withdrawing almost the entire 
length of his raging cock, only to thrust in deep again. 

She winced and strained in pain. The pain came hot and fast, like a shower 
of blinding sparks. The remains of her fleshy cherry were being ripped and 
torn to pieces, demolished more by each thrust. 

And Bart was fucking her fast and deep now. His breaths huffed like steam 
from an old-time railroad engine. His cock pistoned in and out, heating her 
pussy to a seething fury. 

Pained contractions of lewd pleasure rippled up and down his prick. Her 
gripping undulations were sheer delight. Alita's pussy clamped as though to 
keep him out, then pulsed harder to hold him in. 

"Quite a woman," he said. "Your cunt is the most lively one I've ever 
fucked. The contractions are so sleek and strong!" 

Bart grinned and kept up the hammering rhythm of pleasure slapping his 
hard-muscled frame down hard on hers. The inflated boat shook beneath them. 

He drilled and twisted his cock into her, slanting first one way, then 
another to excite every nerve within her. 

Alita's eyes flared wide with a dazed look of delight. Bart's cock felt like 
a fleshy pile driver. His prick filled and strained her seething cunt one 
second and then drew back. 

Each spearing thrust brought his weight down on her so hard that Alita's 
breath gushed out in grunts. She cried, "Oh, my God! Ungh! Aaagh!" 

"Is it all you've been dreaming about?" he asked. 

"More," she moaned, tossing her head and spraying tears left and right. "So 
much more!" 

Bart felt jarring shocks in his balls each time he fucked deep. His heavy 
swaying sac slammed against her ass cheeks like a pair of wrecking balls. 
The steaming hot pressure surged and strained a clamped ring of muscle in 
the root of his cock. 

He held the flow as long as he could, enjoying the tension of strain, 
anticipating the wild rush of bursting release. That came with a thundering 
roar. He fucked deep into her and let go. 

A hot eruption of jism shot into her. One raging spurt followed another so 
fast that it was almost a steady stream. Spunk slicked and heated her 
delicate cunt lining. Bart kept pumping his hips, fucking hard as his cock 
whipped his cum. 

Spunk rose around his plunging prick and sheened on her pussy lips. More 
bubbled up from the depths. Silvery white fuck cream ran down between her 
bound legs. 

Alita's first climax had hardly ended before the next dizzying ascent began 
with even stronger spasms. Her mind seemed to soar high above her lithe 
body, forgetting bondage and all earthly concerns. 

The frantic undulations of her delighted cunt went on a full minute, one 
grasping spasm after another. Her frenzied cunt milked Bart's cock dry and 
kept pulsing. Several long minutes passed before the rippling motions 
subsided into blissful calm. 

Bart would have happily fucked her again and taught her to suck his cock, 
but other things weighed on his troubled mind. He reluctantly eased his cock 
out of his enraptured young niece and began to loosen the ropes holding her 
in restraint. 

"What now?" she asked anxiously. 

"I've got to help Amy and Jody," he said. 

Bart opened one of the numbered waterproof bags and took out a survival 
rifle-an eight-shot, clip-fed .22 repeater that could be dismantled and all 
the working parts stored inside a hollow plastic stock. 

He sat on the edge of the boat and began to assemble the weapon. Alita's 
heart leaped. "Are you going to shoot those men?" She found the anticipation 
of deadly combat almost as exciting as sex. 

Bart said, "I hope I won't have to." But he wasn't sure about that. Not sure 
at all. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

After Emmit and Pappy Murdock had both tongued Jody to a climax, they untied 
her legs and slacked the rope thrown over the limb above her head. 

She stood on legs still weak and trembling from the shock of one 
cunt-writhing orgasm after another. They sat her down naked under the tree, 
and Emmit freed Amy's bound wrists from the reins of the mule. 

Mother and daughter sat side by side, their backs against the towering pine 
where Jody had been hoisted aloft. Her pussy still writhed in revulsion. 

"We best tie them to make sure they stay sat," Pappy said. "Don't want them 
trying to run off while you and me fight to see who fucks the young virgin 
first." 

"You might as well give her to me right now," Emmit said. 

"Fat chance, boy! Sucking out her sweet tight cunt and feeling that fragile 
little cherry with my old tongue has given me strength!" 

They began looping the rope around mother and daughter, cinching it tight 
for three turns across their laps, then knotting it off behind the tree 
where they sat bound. Amy squeezed her daughter's hand. 

Emmit peeled off his skin-tight wet suit and stood naked before them. Amy 
shut her eyes and refused to look at his dangling prod of half-erect cock. 
His prick was longer and thicker than what Amos had rammed into her. 

She gritted her teeth and hoped Amos was dead, wishing somehow she could 
also kill the other two. Emmit was only amused by the violence of her 
frustrated rage. He stood grinning and stroked his cock fully hard before 
her eyes. 

"Having to battle the old man for the privilege of ripping Jody's cunt first 
is just a formality," he said. "Him and Amos usually gang up and put me out 
first . . . then they go at it to see which one gets the prize. Ain't gonna 
be that way this time. I'm real grateful to you for getting him outta the 
way for awhile." 

"It ain't gonna do you no good. I'll still whip your ass," Pappy said. He 
was stripping off his soiled work clothes to bare a hideously long, thin 
cock that swayed between his sinewy legs like a pale whip braided with 
bulging blue veins. 

Amy couldn't understand the morals of a father and son who would fight each 
other. Her normally gentle nature detested violence in any form, but she 
said coldly, "I hope you kill each other!" 

Jody could only sob and shake her head, distraught with fear, knowing that 
she was the prize in a cruel contest of strength between father and son. 

Pappy laughed and said, "Let's get this over with, boy! My prick is already 
twitching to pop her cherry." 

"Ain't gonna be nothing but ragged little tatters left when I get tired and 
give her over to you. A good hard fight makes me real horny, old man. I'm 
gonna pound your head into the sand, then pound her sweet young cunt right 
beside it!" 

The two of them squared off and circled warily, both with rock-hard, 
work-toughened hands balled into gnarled fists. Jody couldn't bring herself 
to watch. 

Emmit struck first with a jabbing left hand that sent Pappy staggering back. 
But the leathery old man recovered quickly and countered with a looping 
right that blurred and cracked hard against the side of Emmit's head. 

Emmit pitched to the side and went down on his knees with a groan. 

"You be glad we got the mother too," Pappy said, wiping his mouth with the 
back of a hard fist. "I'd say that Amy is a real nice prize for second 
place!" 

"I'm glad you like her, Pappy . . . because second place is going to you!" 
Emmit sprang out of a crouch and drove his shoulder into the older man's 
belly. 

Pappy was driven back and knocked to the ground by his son's bull-like 
charge, but he brought his legs up and planted his feet in Emmit's gut to 
kick the wind out of him while catapulting his son over his prostrate form. 

Emmit's feet flipped over his head. A howl of rage came with his gushing 
breath, then he crashed down hard on his back. Pappy leaped up with a snarl 
and kicked his son on the side of the head. Emmit groaned as pain exploded 
inside his skull, then fell silent and made no effort to get up. 

"I guess that settles who gets to rip Jody's cherry," the white-haired old 
lecher said smugly. 

"Not quite, old man!" 

Amy's head jerked toward the sound of a voice she knew. Amos was pulling 
himself out of the river, battered and bruised, his camouflaged clothing 
sopping wet. 

His plunge into the river had knocked him unconscious and he had been swept 
downstream thirty yards before recovering enough to thrash his way back to 
the surface. Amy had only been watching the place where he fell in. She 
hadn't seen him surface and go bobbing down the river's winding course. 

Pappy grinned. "Guess I should be glad to see you, boy. But I ain't! Had 
myself all primed for tender virgin pussy." 

"You'll have to get by me to have her," Amos said flatly. 

Pappy sneered. "That won't be hard with the shape you're in. What shit the 
river didn't beat out of you, I surely will!" 

Amos moved closer and glared at Amy. "You best hope I win and get to spend 
hours delighting your daughter . . . because when I get around to you, it's 
gonna be pure hell. I'll whip your ass raw for what you did to me!" 

"You best start whipping her ass now, boy. You sure ain't gonna whip mine!" 
The crafty old man feinted with his left aimed high for 

Amos' jaw, then slammed a brutally hard right into his son's stomach. 

Amy shuddered when she thought of the pain. Men who could endure so much 
would surely deliver even more. 

* * * 

Bart found the patching kit and told Alita to repair the rip in the back of 
her boat. "Have it pumped up and ready to go just in case it isn't me who 
comes back," he said. 

His niece trembled. That possibility hadn't occurred to her. 

"I'd rather go with you," Anita said enticingly. 

"No, this is going to be tough enough without distraction. If I'm not back 
in three hours, you take off and get help the first place you can." 

Alita's pretty face pulled tight with concern. She nodded and said, "You 
take care." 

"I will, don't worry. I've got a lot to come back to." 

* * * 

Pappy and Amos were still doggedly slugging it out when Bart Winslow 
cautiously approached their cabin from the rear. Beyond on the beach he 
could see the two of them so trading punches, a third man sprawled 
unconscious a short distance away. 

And, sitting bound to the trunk of a pine tree, he could see his wife and 
daughter, both naked and stricken with fear. It wasn't hard for him to 
figure out what the men were fighting for. Bart heaved a sigh of relief. He 
was certain he'd arrived in time to save his daughter's innocence. 

Bart stood in the shadows of a dense pine grove twenty yards from where the 
two men battled furiously. He was tempted to shoot them both, but couldn't 
quite bring himself to actually pull the trigger. He stepped out of the 
woods with the rifle raised. 

Amy saw him and breathed a thankful gasp. "Oooooh, Bart!" 

Jody's eyes opened and she cried, "Daddy!" 

Pappy and Amos both looked at her, then at each other, and finally toward 
the man approaching from behind them with a strange, but deadly-looking 
rifle aimed at their heads. Amos said, "Ooooh, shit!" 

Bart nudged the fallen battler with his foot and saw no response. He stepped 
over Emmit and warily approached the other two. 

"Somebody make a move," he urged them coldly. "That's all it would take to 
make me fire this gun!" 

Amos and Pappy both stood as though frozen, their hands raised in surrender. 
Sheepish looks spread across their drawn faces. 

Bart motioned Amos with the gun barrel. "You've got a knife on your belt. 
Cut my wife and daughter loose. Be quick about it, and don't try anything 
funny or you'll be wearing bullets where your brains used to be.' 

The huge man in wet camouflage clothing stalked sullenly to the tree and cut 
the rope that bound the two women. 

"The girl ain't been touched," the old man said nervously. 

"Be glad of that. If your prick was bloody, I'd shoot it off!" 

Amy and Jody stood up and backed away from Amos, both with hearts beating 
wildly, almost overwhelmed by relief. They circled well out of reach and 
moved toward Bart. 

The heavy dark veil of crushing pain rose slowly. Emmit blinked his eyes 
while still lying flat on the ground where he'd fallen. He saw that the two 
women were loose, which puzzled him, then he saw the man with the gun. Emmit 
remained perfectly still, but his thoughts raced, trying to figure what he 
should do. The stranger in still-damp clothes had Amos covered and could 
shoot the old man just by swinging the rifle barrel to the right a few 
inches. 

He waited until the women came close to the man holding the gun. 

Amy hugged him around the neck and cried, a 

"Oh, Bart . . . it was awful!" 

Jody crowded him too, tearfully demanding sympathy. "They did touch me!" she 
sobbed. "They didn't terrible things with their tongues!" 

Emmit sprang up while Bart was entwined and distracted by the two simpering 
bitches. He picked up a round river rock twice the size of his balled fist 
and brought it crashing down on the back of Bart's head. 

Amy and Jody screamed as he pitched forward with a groan. The rifle went off 
with a brittle cracking sound and the small .22 bullet plowed a furrow in 
the ground. Then Bart's stunned hands opened. The rifle dropped and he fell 
on top of it. 

Pappy grabbed Amy and Jody before either of them thought to move. He held 
one arm of each in his gnarled hands, clamping hard like the jaws of a vise. 
"Good work, boy!" he said to Emmit. 

"For a minute, I thought we'd been had," Amos put in. 

"Yeah, and for saving you two dumb bastards, I should be the first with 
Jody." He started toward her, leering hotly and licking his lips. 

"No, by God! I knocked you out fair and square. In another minute I'd have 
flattened Amos too!" 

"You hadn't hurt me," Amos protested sharply. "We fought to a draw. That 
means we gotta start over." 

"All three of us," Emmit insisted. 

Pappy Murdock grinned and said, "No, I got a better idea. Why beat outselves 
bloody fighting over a young virgin? Let's wake up her daddy and make him 
break her in!" 

Amos clearly didn't like the idea at first, but the sadistic delight of it 
quickly caught on. "Yeah, why not? He was so damn anxious to save her. It'll 
serve him right for pointing that gun at me. If he won't fuck his own 
daughter, I'll ram the barrel up his ass and blow the shit out of his ears!" 

Emmit said, "I like that idea. Then we'll chain the bastard to a tree while 
we take turns finishing what we made him start!" 

Amy cried, "Nnnooo!" It was the most cruel scheme she could imagine. Her 
sick look of dismay only made the idea more appealing to the Murdocks. 
Especially Amos who wanted her to suffer in every possible way for pushing 
him off the cliff. 

Emmit ran down to the river and came back with a bucket of icy cold water 
that he threw on Bart who lay still sprawled with a skull-busting throb in 
his head. The shocking chill snapped him awake and made him acutely aware of 
pain that still had his ears ringing. 

Amy was wringing her hands and screaming, M 

"Don't do it, Bart!" 

"Huh?" he groaned, slowing, sitting up. "Don't do what?" He could see the 
one they called Emmit was now holding the gun, his lips tightly curled into 
an evil grin. 

Amos was busy pounding four long wooden stakes into a patch of grass in 
front of the rustic cabin. Pappy shoved Jody and her mother both toward the 
scene being prepared for them. 

The white-haired man pushed the girl down on her back and shoved Amy into 
Amos' waiting arms. 

"We're gonna see that you have a ringside seat!" Amos said with a wicked 
cackle of laughter. 

He pushed Amy down into a sitting position and spread her legs. Then he 
bound her ankles to the same pair of stakes where Jody's wrists were being 
tied. Both of them sobbed hysterically and struggled weakly to resist. 

Amos pulled Amy's arms forward, spreading them two. He bound her left wrist 
and left ankle together, then did the same on the right. That forced her to 
sit hunched forward, her back bent and her luscious tits heaving. 

Pappy was binding Jody spread-eagled on the ground. Her soft young body 
wrenched tight between the four stakes. 

"From where you're sitting, you'll have a good clear look at the first prick 
to enter your as daughter's sweet cunt," Amos said to Amy. "You'll watch it 
go in clean and glide out bloody!" 

Bart winced, feeling like a fool for letting the man he'd least worried 
about take him from behind. His gut wrenched and his throbbing head ached. 
His naked daughter was staked to the ground, her arms and legs spread. And 
his sobbing wife was roped in a sitting position to the stakes above Jody's 
head. 

It was plain to him that Jody's tender cherry would soon be violently torn 
apart and that her mother would be forced to watch. Bart felt dizzy and 
sick, but there wasn't a damn thing he could do . . . not with his own gun 
aimed straight at his head. His eyes darted between the three rough men, two 
of them naked already, the third calmly stripping off his wet camouflage 
outfit. 

"Which one of you is going to be first?" Bart asked grimly. 

Emmit laughed. "What prick in this bunch do you think will frighten her 
most?" 

Bart answered with a shrug. "I don't know." The three of them all had large, 
outrageously stiff cocks. Though not the thickest, the man 'with the white 
hair had the longest. "I guess the old man's." 

"Yeah, Jody's old man. Her father. We picked you to have the honor of 
splitting her cherry," Emmit said. 

Bart Winslow felt an icy knot in the pit of his stomach. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Emmit prodded Bart to his feet with the gun muzzle. "Get your clothes off. 
Let the little girl see daddy's big cock!" 

Bart shook his head. "No. You can shoot me, but you can't make me do that to 
my daughter." 

Amos said, "If Emmit has to shoot you, it'll be a slow and painful way to 
die." 

"Yeah, I'll shoot your dick off an inch at a time." 

Jody heaved racking sobs and watched her father grudgingly start to undress. 

When Bart reluctantly pushed down his pants and they all saw his flaccid 
cock, Emmit started to laugh. "I'll be God damned . . . look at that! His 
prick is already smeared with cherry stain!" 

Amos remembered the lithe young beauty with long raven hair. "There was 
another girl with them," he said. "His niece. I watched them making eyes at 
each other before they took off in the boat." 

"He's been making more than eyes," Pappy said with a lewd howl of laughter. 
"Turn around and let your wife have a look!" 

Bart's face flushed redder than the stains still evident on his rubbery 
cockshaft. 

Amy winced and sobbed, "Ooooh, Bart! How could you?" 

There was no way he could explain what had happened. Not here. Perhaps not 
ever. Bart silently wished that Emmit would put a bullet through the back of 
his skull. 

Amos laughed merrily. "Poor daddy is so ashamed that he can't get his prick 
up now. How's he gonna fuck his daughter's tight cunt with a rubbery cock 
like that?" 

"His sexy wife is going to suck it and make it hard!" Pappy declared. "Prod 
him on over that way, Emmit." 

Amy shook her head defiantly. "I won't do it! I won't let him touch me! Not 
ever again!" 

"Remember how I got your mouth open before?" Amos asked. He pulled the hose 
clamps from the pocket of his discarded clothing. Amy winced fearfully as he 
worked the constricting bands over her lush tits. "Just keep tightening the 
thumb screws until she screams loud and wide enough for you to get your cock 
in her mouth." 

There had been numerous times in their marriage when Bart had secretly 
wanted to torture his timid wife and force her to suck his cock. But he'd 
never been able to do it. Now he had no choice. He reached down and began to 
tighten the thumb screws. 

"You're an animal worse than any of them," Amy hissed through gritted teeth. 
"Raping our niece. Abusing me. Getting ready to despoil your own daughter!" 

Bart said, "Your nagging about it won't help." He gave the screws another 
full twist. 

Amy's tits were still painfully tender from what Amos had done with the 
binding clamps, but she stoically accepted more terrible pressure. The 
tightening metal bands squeezed her tits into hourglass shapes, trapping hot 
blood in her swollen nipples. They began to tingle lewdly without even being 
touched. 

Bart said, "Come on, Amy . . . open up. I know you don't like the idea, but 
I'll be a lot easier on Jody her first time than any of them." 

The woman sobbed bitter tears. "You're looking forward to it," she moaned. 
"Our niece wasn't enough for you. You want our daughter too!" 

Bart felt like a heartless bastard, but the cruel pleasure of tightening the 
metal clamps around his wife's tits was making his cock start to throb. Amy 
was right. In a strange, dark way that he hated to admit, he did want to 
fuck his daughter. 

She reminded him of his wife when she was younger, more exciting and less 
rigid in her ways. He hoped Jody would never become that kind of wife. Bart 
gave the pair of screws another twist. 

"Aaagggh!" Amy screamed. "That's enough! I can't stand it! I'll suck your 
stinking cock. I'll watch you rape our daughter. I don't care any more! I 
just wish I was dead!" 

Amy circled her lips and swept her tongue around the head of his cock, 
curling her tongue to sweep along the underside. 

She wanted desperately for him to cum in her mouth so she could suck his 
prick dry and not leave strength enough for him to abuse his daughter. 

Bart sighed, thinking of all the times he had wanted Amy to suck his cock, 
only to have her refuse. He reached down and fondled her bulging nipples, 
teasing them gently until hot breath rasped through her nose. 

Jody couldn't tip her head back far enough to see what her parents were 
doing, but their animal noises filled her with fear. They sounded so 
different than the rough, cruel men who held them captive. 

Bound flat on her back with arms and legs spread, Jody had time to think 
more about her father and what he might be forced to do to her. In her 
strictly proper mind, the idea was appalling. But on a lower and purely 
emotional level, better him than any of the other three. She loved her 
father and knew that he would be as gentle with her as he could. 

Amy pushed forward, straining her head back to take Bart's cock deep into 
the wringing hollow of her throat. Her experience with Amos and her 
determination to spare Amy made that easier for the woman to do. 

Bart didn't know or care about the reasons for her sudden passion. He only 
knew that he enjoyed the pleasure of fucking his cock into an undulating 
tube that rippled with wavering delight. He moaned and whirled her taut 
nipples. 

Amy felt her pussy respond to sparking shocks of pleasure that flowed from 
her tortured tits. The blood constricted in her nipples made them more 
sensitive than ever before. Her pussy seethed and writhed with each whirling 
stroke, and Bart was fucking his cock anxiously in and out of her throat. 
The two of them had never shared such intensely lewd passion. 

Jody could hear them both sighing and gasping, her mother's sounds often 
throttled into gurgling noises of joy. She had no idea what they were doing. 
She was afraid to look. But something had changed her mother's mood from 
sullen rage to one of frenzied desire. 

That eased some of Jody's unreasoning fear. If her mother could be made to 
enjoy sex, it couldn't be quite the grim duty that her stern lectures had 
made it out to be. The girl found the deep grunts and soft breathy moans her 
parents made to be strangely exciting. 

Bart's loins thudded against Amy's soft lips with a steady, rhythmic sound 
like driving rain. She sucked and licked his fucking cock, tantalizing his 
prick until he just had to fire. 

Hissing and straining, he held back as long as he could. But Amy's 
once-willing throat was now a slithering tube of anxious flesh in constant 
motion. The strength of her sucking waves made his balls ache. 

Bart gave in and let go with a roar. Amy gulped in shock and swallowed each 
jetting spurt. That was easier now that she wasn't bound with her head 
dangling upside down over the back of a log. 

The slick, salt-sweet taste of his jism was no shock this time either. Amy 
gulped happily, knowing that each searing burst was one that her daughter 
wouldn't have to take. She sucked with fiendish hunger and went on a full 
minute after Bart's cock had been fully drained. 

"Now!" Pappy Murdock said impatiently. "Get your hot prick into that girl 
before it has a chance to cool." 

"Jody's waiting for you," Emmit said anxiously, prodding the worried 
father's back with a gun barrel. 

Amos laughed when he saw the city dweller's bleak look. "Just think what a 
lucky bastard you are . . . the cherry stains of one young virgin have just 
been licked and sucked off your prick, and now you get to bloody it again." 

Amy looked up at him as he eased his cum-slickened cock from her mouth. 
Sorrowful eyes pleaded with his. Bart turned away, not wanting to look at 
her. He knew what he had to do. There was no other choice. He had to fuck 
Jody and somehow make it look like he didn't want to at all. 

Bart walked around and dropped to his knees -between his daughter's bound 
legs. He flashed a smile that was faintly reassuring. "Don't worry, Jody. I 
won't hurt you." 

Her eyes avoided his, dropping instead to the stiff lance of his cock. His 
prick sheened in the sunlight, still slick with a film of cum. A last tiny 
drop had emerged from the slit in front. It looked like a liquid pearl. 

"I know, Daddy." Jody hardly had breath enough to push the words from her 
throat. Her soft young body was tense with eerie emotions. She still dreaded 
what was about to happen to her, but seeing her father's smiling face made 
that not just easier to bear . . . but also strangely exciting. 

Jody loved her father as most young girls do. She learned early in life how 
to manipulate him-to get what she wanted with a shy little smile or 
flirtatious blink of her innocent round eyes. She'd never been as daring or 
blatant as Alita, but shy little Jody knew all the same tricks. She had 
known since before she had started school. 

Bart leaned over and kissed her, first on the cheek as he had thousands of 
times before. Jody found comfort in that. Then he swayed his head to the 
side and kissed her lightly on the lips. 

Her body tensed, straining the tightly drawn cords bound around her arms and 
legs. 

Amy turned away, sick with disgust and jealousy. Jody's ripening beauty 
reminded the woman that she was getting older but not necessarily better. 
The way Bart was kissing his daughter now made that insecure feeling flare. 

Jody's soft, trembling lips remained sealed when they first kissed, but Bart 
eased them apart with his stroking tongue and pressed into her mouth. 

"Ungh!" Jody recoiled and tossed her head, shocked by having even that small 
part of a man's body inside hers. Bart pushed harder with his tongue, 
twining it around hers. His daughter moaned softly, surprised by how 
exciting it was. 

Bart pulled with his lips and teased with his tongue, gently coaxing hers 
into his mouth. Jody sighed, timidly extending his tongue. Her father sucked 
it deep into his mouth and stroked her tongue with his. 

Jody felt heat in her virgin cunt. Her tits heaved and her nipples tensed 
hard. Bart eased back and kissed them one by one. He sucked and licked with 
his tongue until Jody's budding nipples ached with tingling delight. 

Amy fumed, sitting bound and helpless, ignored by her husband who 
concentrated fully on lewd foreplay with his daughter. He held Jody's 
ripening tits in his hands and worked his head down, leaving a trail of warm 
kisses all the way to her chestnut-haired virgin pussy mound. 

The girl had twice had been sucked to a climax by her captors, so the 
electrifying tremors ' of flustering pleasure that sparked from her father's 
tongue were not a complete surprise. 

He circled her tiny clit and tongued it hard with deft strokes while his 
thumbs whirled her nipples in perfect harmony. Jody moaned and writhed in 
restraint, first stunned and then shocked by the thrill of spreading heat 
and shocking pleasure. 

Bart pushed between her feverish cunt lips, parting the soft petals of flesh 
with his tongue. He touched Jody's cherry and stroked that tender web with 
increasing pressure until the girl screamed. 

He found a natural opening between two overlapping folds of her frail cherry 
and eased them apart, spreading but not tearing Jody's virgin seal. 

The girl gave a deep grunt and arched her back, straining against the cords 
that bound her to the four stakes in the ground. Bart tongued the opening 
wider and made his daughter squeal in anguished rapture. 

While his tongue burrowed in her tender pussy slit, the tip of his nose 
pressed on her clit. The sweet tang of fuck honey filled his lungs and 
rattled his senses. More slick fuck juice simmered up around his tongue 
every time he wiggled it in. 

Jody's soft, narrow cunt slit was a feverish tunnel of quaking delight. Her 
pussy pulsed and seethed, sucking on her father's tongue more anxiously than 
she had with her mouth. It was time to make her a woman. 

Passionate foreplay had swelled Bart's cock longer and harder than Amy had 
ever seen before. She winced, watching him ease forward to work the 
plum-like prickhead up and down on Jody's juicy little clit. 

The girl giggled and squirmed, tossing her head from side to side as the 
fearsome heat and slithering turmoil in her cunt increased. Bart pushed into 
her pussy slowly, sinking the knob of his cock out of sight. 

Amy tensed. Her eyes narrowed and her pussy heaved with envious waves of 
motion. She felt cruelly neglected. Her daughter wasn't sobbing in terrible 
pain as she'd expected. Jody was breathing anxious gasps, arching her back 
and offering her tender virgin cunt willingly to Bart's thick cock. 

The pillowed tip of his long prick pressed hotly on her cherry. Jody winced 
from the heat and strain of a prod far more powerful than a man's tongue. 

He pushed into the narrow opening between tender folds of the membraneous 
web. "Ready?" he whispered. 

"Yes!" 

He pushed through the inner slit with a gliding thrust, smooth and tender. 
Like a filmy veil, Jody's cherry strained under the pressure and split wide 
with a sharp stab of pain. 

"Hungh!" she groaned, her eyes wincing shut. Tears dotted the corners of her 
closed eyes. 

Amy was also holding her breath, watching her husband's cock plunge into 
their little girl. 

Blood escaped from Jody's ruptured cherry and smeared the length of Bart's 
cock. He felt the sticky damp warmth and a powerful surge of satisfaction. 
His long-neglected cock had claimed two virgins within the hour. Never had 
he felt such strength before. 

Jody shivered tensely all the time his cock was pushing in. When his prick 
was deeply rooted and she could feel her father's weight, she breathed a 
frantic gasp. "Oooh, God! It's not like mother said." 

Amy wailed in jealous rage, straining against her bonds. Bart grinned and 
began to fuck his cherry-stained cock in and out of their daughter, heedless 
of his wife's distressed moans. 

Jody's cunt pulsed and squeezed his spearing cock. A lewd grin curled her 
lips. "I want to be better than mother," she said. "I don't ever want to 
disappoint you." 

"Ooooh, baby . . . you won't! Your pussy is a fiery little pit of pure 
pleasure!" 

"Better than Alita's?" she asked intently, swirling her hips as another 
thrust filled her anxious cunt. 

"Almost as good," Bart said. "But she's been thinking about it a lot longer 
than you." 

"I know. I've been jealous of her ever since she came to live with us. I 
don't like being the timid little innocent mom tried to make me. I want to 
be a woman!" 

"You already are, sweetheart. More of a woman than I ever expected!" 

"But I want to be the best!" she insisted. "Teach me, Daddy." 

Bart grinned and fucked with rhythmic strokes that sank deep, dropping his 
full weight on Jody's lush young body. Having just fucked Alita, there was 
no great urgency in his balls yet. He could take his own sweet time and 
savor each linging thrust. 

Jody was a bright girl and a willing learner. She swayed her hips one time 
and arched them up to meet him. She clamped hard on his cock when he fucked 
deep and held the exquisite tension as he withdrew. 

Other times he squeezed her pussy as tight as he could when he was fucking 
in. Rippling waves of taut pleasure greeted his long cock, peeling back the 
loose outer skin and stimulating nerves his wife's passive cunt had never 
touched. 

In some ways Bart felt that he had been a virgin until just a short time 
ago. Sex with Amy had never been so thrilling. Nor had the affairs he had 
had with other women. 

Amy could see the eerie gleam in her husband's eyes, the ecstatic curve of 
his lewd grin. Her pangs of jealousy became grinding spasms of hot 
determination. She wanted to win him back . . . but when she saw the 
intensity of Bart's climax with Jody, Amy wondered if she ever could. 

He fucked the girl long and hard, slowly picking up the speed and power of 
his deep thrusts. Jody responded with ever more enthusiasm. Always a high 
achiever, she wanted to be the best at everything she did. Her pliant cunt 
coaxed and teased her father's cock with every motion he suggested and 
several that she made up all on her own. Jody knew by his delighted moans 
which of those were best. 

She tantalized his cock and tortured her mother with wanton twists and 
swirls of her hips. Jody grunted animal noises and begged him, "Fuck me!" 

Bart became breathless, fucking his cock into her as hard and fast as he 
could. Jody's newly awakened cunt sucked on the long shaft in a seething 
frenzy, sending heat and pressure into his balls. 

He felt the joyous strain and clamped a restraining band of muscle at the 
root of his hot prick to enjoy the tension as long as he could. Finally 
Jody's rampant desire overcame his restraint. Her pussy slithered with fast 
vibrating waves, tense and demanding as her climax began. A roaring noise 
burst from his tightly drawn lips, and hot jism spat from the head of his 
cock with matching force. 

They bucked and twined in the throes of climax for over a minute. It left 
father and daughter both breathless . . . and it left Amy feeling more 
desperate than ever before. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Alita patched the boat and inflated the stern end as she'd been told. 
Working the hand pump made her anxious young pussy squirm. Each thrust drove 
the piston into a snug cylinder just like a cock into a clinging cunt. The 
hiss of air into the sagging back of the boat reminded her of Bart's jetting 
cum-spurting heat that filled her pliant pussy to overflowing. 

She couldn't wait three hours, and she didn't want to go for help. Alita 
brushed her long black hair straight and smooth with gliding strokes. It 
gleamed like polished ebony. Then she dressed in a skin-tight string bikini 
of black cloth with the same metallic sheen. 

Bart still wasn't back, so she followed his trail through the woods. It 
curved away from the river and then circled back. Alita was cautious. Her 
uncle might not be happy to see her. 

If he had been able to free Amy and Jody, the three of them should have 
returned to the boat by now. And if not, they were all in trouble, in need 
of more immediate help than she could bring by paddling miles down the river 
to the next town. 

Alita was brimming with courage and confidence, not having given much 
thought as to what she could do against men who might have foiled Bait's 
plan to rescue his wife and daughter. And he had a gun. Alita only carried a 
hatchet that she planned vaguely to use as a tomahawk if she had to. 

There was something strangely thrilling about starting out all on her own to 
face possible danger. It charged her lithe body with electrifying pulses. 

Her pussy clenched and squirmed now as then. Spilled jism and seeping cunt 
honey oozed from her quivering cunt slit and dampened the front of her 
bikini bottom. She left a scent trail of musk through the woods that a blind 
man could have followed. 

Alita heard noises to match her tense feeling of sexual excitement as she 
neared a clearing and saw a cabin built near the river. One of the voices 
was Bait's, and she recognized guttural cries of lewd delight. He was 
fucking someone and obviously enjoying it. Soft gasps and moans of joy could 
be heard as she edged closer. 

He must have freed Amy and stayed to fuck her, Alita thought. 

She circled the rustic cabin warily, staying in the dark shadows of the 
surrounding woods. Bart wasn't likely to welcome a new arrival at this 
point. A chorus of deep and shrill gasps told her that he and the woman were 
nearing orgasm. Alita's body tingled with envy, but she had to watch. 

Once clear of the cabin's side wall, Alita could see what was going on in 
front. Bart was fucking someone, fucking her strong and hard. But she wasn't 
his wife Amy. Amy sat bound and sobbing, forced to watch. 

Alita crept ahead for a better view. Able to see the girl's face at last, 
she gasped sharply. Jody was bound spread-eagled between four stakes in the 
ground. He was happily fucking his own daughter while three other nude men 
with hard cocks watched anxiously as though waiting their turn. 

She almost laughed, thinking how Bart had first resisted fucking her because 
he felt guilty about incest. Now he was screwing his precious daughter to 
orgasm. What the hell was going on? Had Bart decided to join the other men 
in an orgy? That was what it looked like to Alita. She decided to remain 
hidden until she could puzzle through this shockingly new situation. 

Bart caught his breath after climaxing and rolled off Jody's helpless form. 
Ruddy smears of virgin blood streaked his dripping cock. Amy saw that and 
shuddered. 

Amos glared at Amy with a wicked grin and said, "All right, Amy. Now it's 
your turn. You've got to pay for bumping me off the trail." 

He grabbed her auburn hair and yanked her head back while the sinister long 
blade of his sheath knife slashed down. 

Amy yelped a sound of stark terror, certain that her throat would be slit. 
But Amos reached farther down and severed his cords binding her wrists and 
ankles to the stakes that also secured her daughter's spread arms. 

He hauled the gasping woman to her feet and pushed her forward, keeping a 
firm grasp on her silky hair. 

Amos marched Amy to the base of the stout pine where Jody had been hoisted 
aloft for cunt sucking. He crossed and bound her wrists with a long piece of 
rope, then tossed the loose end over a limb fifteen feet off the ground. 

She expected to be hoisted until her cunt was at an ideal height for 
sucking, but Amos only pulled on the rope until she was forced to stand on 
tiptoes. Pain tore into her wrists and shot down through her shoulders. She 
couldn't support much of her weight on extended toes, nor could she hold her 
weight up for very long. 

Amy sobbed, dangling with her arms stretched painfully high overhead. Her 
shoulders wrenched and her feet cramped when she tried to stand tall enough 
to ease the strain. Amos laughed and pulled the broad black leather belt 
from his pants. 

It had been soaked by his plunge into the river and a precarious swim 
downstream. The leather was far more supple than usual for such a thick 
strap. He snapped it overhead like a whip and grinned a wicked look of 
delight when he heard the loud crack. 

"First I'm going to whip your luscious ass till it feels like raw meat. Then 
I'm going to fuck your butt until it's black and blue!" 

Amy cried, "Nnnoooo!" 

"You damn near killed me!" he snarled. "Now I'm gonna make you wish you were 
dead!" He cracked the long leather belt so the snapping tip cut air only an 
inch from Amy's ripe ass. 

She lurched violently and swayed back and forth, her toes dangling and 
dragging in the dust. 

Amos was leering intently, gripping the pliant belt hard, preparing to give 
Amy a brutal whipping. The man looked strong enough to peel her hide right 
off if he wanted to. Emmit and the old man were fighting hotly over which of 
them would fuck young Jody next. 

"I whipped you fair and square," Pappy said sternly. "And I'll damn well do 
it again if I have to!" 

"Forget that!" Emmit said with a cool grin. "I'm the one who came up with 
that guy's gun. You won't be so damn tough if I put a bullet through your 
right arm." 

"You wouldn't shoot your pa!" 

"I will if you don't get your skinny prick out of my way!" 

"All right." Pappy backed off with his hands raised slightly in a gesture of 
surrender. "Gimme the gun so I can keep her father covered while you fuck 
the girl." 

Emmit took an unthinking step forward and almost gave up the weapon. Then he 
yanked it back and said. "Ooooh, no . . . you crafty old buzzard. Soon as 
you get the gun, you'll get the girl." 

Pappy grinned and shrugged. "I guess you and me are left to watch," he said 
to Bart. "You wanna see your wife get whipped, or your daughter fucked?" 

"Some choice," Bart said bleakly. "I guess my wife. There have been a few 
times when I wanted to whip her myself." 

"Well, maybe when Amos gets tired of swinging the lash, he might give you a 
few licks." 

Bart wondered if he could do that as they walked toward the tree where Amy 
dangled. How much lower could he sink? 

Emmit laid the rifle beside Jody's soft young body and dropped on his knees 
between her bound legs. The cold dark metal touched her side and she 
shivered. "Sorry, but I gotta keep that close," he said. "I don't trust your 
old man . . . or mine." 

He bent over her with his cock in the curl of his right hand. The slender 
split of her cunt seeped silvery-pink foam, a mix of gushing jism and cherry 
stain whipped to froth by the heated thrusts of Bart's cock. 

"I ain't the patient type your pa appears to be," he said. "Be glad he 
warmed and slicked your cunt for me." 

Jody gasped sharply. The leering stranger had the bulbous head of his cock 
in her juicy cunt slit already. He wagged his prick up and down and used his 
fingers to slather some of the pink foam on his long cockshaft. 

The young teen wasn't fully aware. The dizzying bliss of her climax was just 
winding down, the delightful aftershocks settling into a warm feeling of 
contentment. Then Emmit gave a rude grunt and rammed her quaking pussy full. 

"Aaagghhh!" she cried. The frayed edges of her torn cherry were still 
extremely tender. Emmit's thick cock widened the gap and sent stinging 
shocks of pain throughout her body. 

He braced on his knees and elbows, clamping his hands on Jody's ripening 
young tits. She screamed a warbling cry, part eerie pleasure and part 
seething disgust. A smile lined with broken, crooked teeth appeared above 
her young face. Grasping hands mauled her tender tits, flailing her pink 
nipples until they burned. And his throbbing cock whipped in and out of her 
bloodied gash. Emmit's thick cock demolished the last remains of her cherry 
and spurred the painful impulses that reached her bound fingers and toes. 

Bart heard his daughter's anguished cries and muffled slaps of Emmit's hairy 
body on her softer flesh. He couldn't bring himself to turn his head. 
Instead, Bart focused his attention on his wife Amy's lush body dangling 
helplessly from a tree limb, her extended toes barely able to touch the 
ground. 

Amos was calmly taking off the hose clamps locked so tightly around her 
creamy big tits. Their nipple-crowned peaks were bluish-red, the unhealthy 
color of trapped blood. And her no distended nipples felt numb from lack of 
circulation. 

"Don't worry," he said, tossing the clamps aside. "I'll soon whip life back 
into those tits." 

She moaned in frightened confusion, thankful to be relieved of the 
tit-wringing pressure, but frightened of new pain to come. Amy hadn't been 
spanked since she was a child turned over her father's knee. 

Amos stepped back swinging the long supple lash by his side. It hissed 
through S-shaped arcs, cracking loudly front and back. She cringed and began 
to twirl slowly when her curled toes lost contact with the ground. He raised 
the hissing lash high and far back, then brought it forward to lay a wide 
stripe of pain right up the middle of her back. 

Amy and Jody both screamed at once, their similar voices twined in tormened 
stereo. 

The daughter groaned and wailed with breath forced out by Emmit's driving 
thrusts. Amy yelped and sobbed, stung by one brutally hard smack after 
another. 

Amos had Amy spinning around like a ballerina on the points of her toes, a 
whirling spiral of pain. Amy's view at that moment was a blurred 360-degree 
panorama. The river, then Bart and the white-haired old man who both grinned 
as they watched her ordeal. Then a fleeting glimpse of Jody staked to the 
ground beneath the hammering loins of a hairy sadist. That tortuous sight 
was partially blocked by the hulking form of Amos and his flailing right 
arm. 

Stinging loud cracks seemed to echo all around her. Amy felt sharp stabs of 
pain front and back, up and down both sides. Amos appeared grimly determined 
to leave no part of her lush body unmarked by smarting red welts. 

"That's what it feels like being swept down the river without a boat," he 
said. "Jarred by one rock after another . . . twisted and tumbled until you 
don't know which way is up." 

Bart could see the man's powerful body was badly bruised. He'd been through 
hell and he was giving it back. Amy whirled faster, so dizzy and shocked by 
fiery pain that she lacked the breath to scream. 

Finally Amos got tired of wielding the broad lash and lowered his battered 
right arm, letting her gradually slow down. From knees to chin, Amy's ripe 
body was patterned with blazing welts that curved, crossed and intertwined. 

As the dizzying speed of her tortuous whirl slowed to a stop, Amy became 
sharply aware of fiery pain that embraced her whole body, radiated inward. 
Her nipples had been numbed by the biting hose clamps, but now they felt 
glowing hot like burning embers. Her pussy felt like a blast furnace. Her 
cunt dripped glistening fuck honey down her legs like oily tears. The 
rounded cheeks of her ass blazed with welts, soft mounds of flesh that 
quivered and pumped sultry waves of motion through the dark, tightly circled 
lips of her shithole and on to the writhing narrow cavern within. 

"Now you got a choice to make," Amos said. "You can beg me to fuck your 
luscious ass, or you can beg your husband to whip it with my belt!" 

Amy moaned, on the verge of passing out. She could hear Jody's moans and 
wails of anguished rapture as the girl neared another climax with Emmit. 
With sex there was some pleasure to dull the horror of vile abuse. From the 
stinging leather belt there would only be more pain. But Amy couldn't stand 
the thought of a thick angry cock plunging into her ass. 

She dangled helplessly, racked by indecision. 

Jody's young body arched and swayed beneath Emmit's hammering loins. The 
girl screamed, "Harder! Oh, God . . . I'm dimming again. Fuck me, Emmit! 
Fuck me as hard as you can!" 

Amy despaired, seeing what a wanton her innocent daughter was becoming. The 
woman tensed, steeling her nerves, and refused to sink to such depravity. 
She tossed her head to rid her cheeks of tears and said, "I would rather be 
whipped!" 

Amos shrugged. "Okay. But I think you'll soon wish you'd picked my cock. Ol' 
Bart's been getting real worked up watching me tan your hide." 

He hadn't realized it, but that was true. Bart's cock had stiffened and 
started to throb with each stroke of the lash. Amy's sharp cries of pain had 
proved to be a powerful stimulation. Bart took the belt still warm from 
whipping her soft flesh and flicked it back and forth. 

She revolved slowly to face him, eyes narrowed and lips taut in a grim mask 
of contempt. 

"How can you do this to me?" Amy asked in a hateful rage. 

Bart shrugged. "I don't know." He hadn't sorted out all of the emotions 
involved yet. "Maybe for once I can make you really feel something." 

He swung the belt sidearm and striped a fresh welt across her luscious pussy 
mound. Amy yelped and whirled, catching a backhanded swipe across her ass. 
She screamed and spun faster. 

From her vantage point in the trees, Alita could hardly tell Amy's tormented 
wails from Jody's shrill cries of delight. One of them was getting fucked to 
orgasm, the other enduring pain from the hot tip of a black leather belt, 
but they both sounded the same. 

Bart eased back half a step so that just the snapping point of the belt 
would reach her. 

He used that to lash at her juicy clit. Amy's screams of torment shrilled 
higher. Her lush body convulsed as pain like an arrow of fire shot into her 
pussy and out through her ass. 

The next snapping blow parted the red-welted cheeks of her ass and ripped at 
the dark, tightly puckered rim of flesh sheltered between. She howled and 
jerked her body the other way, swaying and turning as though in a whirlpool 
of fiery pain. 

Bart whipped her clit again as she turned to face him. Amy winced, clamping 
her eyes shut. The shock was too great to allow for a scream. It was like an 
orgasm. Taut, violent contractions heaved in her cunt. 

More fuck honey flowed to the lips of her soft cunt. Fuck juice splattered 
in a wide arc when Bart lashed her pussy again. Amy's tortured spasms 
increased. She was cumming in response to the pain. Her body writhed and 
twisted as joyous moans burst from her drawn lips. us 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Amos cut the rope that stretched Amy's arms high overhead. She settled to 
the ground and stumbled forward into Bart's waiting arms. He hugged and 
tried to steady her, the broad leather belt still clutched in his right 
hand. It trailed down her back like a long wet tongue. 

She glared and snarled, "You're a bastard!" 

"I gave you a climax," he whispered defensively, "better than most we've had 
before." 

Amy stiffened and squirmed out of his consoling embrace. "Well, I hope you 
enjoy watching my next one just as much. I hope you're thrilled by the sight 
of my ass getting fucked!" She turned to Amos then. "Let's go . . . I can 
hardly wait!" 

Amos led her to the hitching rail in front of the house-two heavy round 
posts set in the ground like stout legs to support a fifteen-foot-long 
wooden pole waist-high. He bent Amy's lush body over the rail, then leaned 
over to bind her wrists and ankles together near the ground. 

"You don't have to do that," she said sweetly with a sinister undertone. 
"I'd rather you tie up Bart so that he has to watch." 

"There'll be somebody to keep an eye on him," Amos said. "And I can't be 
sure you won't change your mind once you feel my cock pushing into your 
asshole." 

"I'm going to love it!" she insisted. "And if your brother will stand on the 
other side of the rail when he's through with Jody, I'll suck his cock while 
you're reaming my ass." 

Emmit's craggy face brightened with a fresh look of lewd delight. He left 
Jody who was still dazed and shivering with the aftershocks of orgasm and 
came around to face her mother. 

"My cock is still wet with cum and cherry juice fresh from your daughter's 
cunt," he said. "Are you sure you want to suck that?" 

"I'm positive! I'll make you both cream at in once. I'm going to suck hot 
jism and feel it shoot up my ass at the same time!" 

Amy was saying it all to hurt Bart, to get back for the whipping he gave 
her. And for delighting himself by fucking their daughter. 

Bart watched the preparations with a look of uncertainty. He'd always wanted 
his wife to be more sexy, but he felt now that things had gone too far. 

Pappy Murdock cut the cords binding Jody's arms and legs to stakes in the 
ground. He reached down with an almost-friendly smile curved under his white 
mustache, reached out his hands and helped her to her feet. 

Jody said, "Aren't you going to fuck me?" The young teen had been eyeing the 
old man's cock since Emmit had left her, knowing that he would be next. The 
enormous length of his slender cock intrigued her. She knew his prick would 
plumb depths none of the others could reach. 

"I've never cared much for seconds or thirds," Pappy said. He took Jody by 
the arm and guided her weak-kneed steps toward the other end of the hitching 
rail where her mother was being bound. "A pussy that's too slick with cum 
just can't get a good grip on my prick," he explained. "I want you to suck 
it instead." 

"S-s-suck it? You mean, in my mouth?" 

"That's the part that sucks best," he said with us a chuckle. 

Jody looked sick, like she might throw up. She was no longer fearful of 
fucking. But the idea of taking a man's rank cock in her mouth was 
appalling. "I-I've never done that," she said weakly. "I don't know how." 

"Your mom and I will teach you. She's gonna be doing the same thing right 
beside you." 

"B-b-but why do you want to put your prick in my mouth?" Jody wailed, still 
violently repulsed by the thought. "My pussy is still plenty tight." 

Pappy Murdock laughed heartily. "It might be, but your pussy don't have a 
tongue. You're gonna learn to lick and delight a man's cock like it can't be 
done no other way." 

"But I don't want to do that!" Jody wailed. 

"You will once you learn how. You'll love the taste of creamy hot jism 
slithering down your throat like a wet eel." 

"Uuunnnghhh!" she groaned. 

Murdock tensed his grip on her arm and pushed Jody toward the rail. He bent 
her over so that her shoulders rested on the horizontal bar. She'd been put 
on the other side so the two of them faced each other. 

"I told you what men want isn't always pleasant," the woman said curtly. 

Jody's eyes welled up with tears. Pappy Murdock stretched her arms along the 
rail and hummed a cheerful little tune while binding her wrists and elbows 
to the bar. 

Bart's stomach wrenched seeing both his wife and daughter as helpless 
captives, but there wasn't anything he could do. Emmit had brought along the 
little clip-fed survival rifle and held it in one hand while guiding his 
cock toward Amy's quaking lips with the other. 

Amy raised her head and took it willingly between her warm lips that purred, 
"Hhhmmm, it's a big one! Much better than what my husband has been giving me 
all these years." 

Bart winced, raging at how his wife could strike back at him even though she 
was bound hand to foot, helplessly bent over the rail. 

She lapped and swirled her tongue around the glossy knob of Emmit's big 
cock, grinning tautly so as not to show her distaste. "It's sweet and tart 
like a peppermint stick," she cooed, lewdly licking her lips. 

Bart's seething annoyance increased. He wished Emmit would shove Amy's mouth 
full and shut her up. Amos came up behind her with his cock aimed at her ass 
like an enormous pistol barrel. 

"I'll bet you've never had two cocks in you at once," Amos said in a tone 
obviously hoping for confirmation. 

Amy laughed coarsely and swiped her tongue around Emmit's pink-smeared cock 
again, making exaggerated slurping noises as she savored the bitter-sweet 
tang of cum, fuck honey and cherry stain all simmered together. "I've never 
even had one cock in me that was really good," she said. 

Amos dipped a large bruised hand between her tapered thighs and wet his 
fingers in the drooling fuck juices that flowed from her whipped cunt. He 
slicked his throbbing cock and stroked it hard until its whole length 
sheened. 

Emmit pushed his cock farther into Amy's mouth and sighed as her pulling 
lips sealed around his prick. Amos wagged his only slightly smaller cock 
back and forth between her pussy and ass to wet her dark asshole. 

Amy sighed and arched backward all that her awkward bent-double position 
would allow. She felt the rounded head of Amos's cock wedge itself in the 
tightly clenched mouth of her ass. Emmit pushed in until his larger prick 
thudded against a wall of soft flesh at the back of her throat. 

Gurgling moans puffed her cheeks, and Amy's eyes flared wide. Amos was 
pushing hard to expand the clenched rim of puckered flesh that sealed her 
shit hole. His prick felt like a red-hot wedge. Bart watched the double 
entry impassively, glad that he didn't have to listen to her taunting voice. 
He had no doubt that Amy would be singing a different tune by the time those 
two brothers were through. 

Pappy Murdock was a crusty old codger. He was a man used to getting what he 
wanted, taking by brute strength when there was no better way. But, hard as 
he was, Pappy wasn't immune to the frightened look in Jody's widened eyes. 

"You'll find my thinner cock a lot easier to swallow," he said in a kindly 
tone. "Start like your ma did. Work your tongue around the knob." 

Jody reached out with her tongue and gave one timid swipe across the tip. 
From the corner of her eye she could see Emmit bucking his hips, grunting 
and thrusting to fill her mother's rippling throat. 

"Glungh," Amy moaned. "Hummmph!" Emmit's thick girth was a strangling 
terror, and Amos's cock felt like it might tear the taut lips of her ass. 
But she knew Bart was watching and she refused to show any sign of distress. 

Jody licked again with a little more courage and circled her delicate tongue 
around the puffed ridge of soft flesh between the old man's cockhead and his 
steely hard slender prickshaft. She liked the way that made him shiver 
excitedly. A man who was really happy would hurt her less, that much she'd 
learned already. 

Amy grunted and moaned. Emmit slanted his mouth-prodding thrusts one way, 
then the other, until he settled his bulging knob in the slender round 
channel of Amy's throat. Then he drove straight in to a circular vise of 
soft flesh tense with waves of motion meant to expel him. 

Like a salmon battling upstream to spawn, Emmit pushed his thick cock 
against the tide of rolling waves that pushed the other way. The tension was 
exquisite, tight enough to strain the loose outer skin of his prick far back 
and expose its most tender nerves. 

Amy was gagging. Her throat heaved and her asshole was on fire, being split 
apart by the swelling force of heated cock expanding in her asshole. She 
couldn't help it-tears filled her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. 

Bart wasn't even watching. Jody's tongue was more interesting to watch. The 
way it danced and swirled had the old man in rapture, and his long willowy 
prick had just barely entered her mouth. 

Alita watched from behind a sheltering pine. Her throat and ass pulsed in 
sympathy with Amy. Anxious as the girl had been to feel cock for the first 
time in her life, the idea of taking on two at once made her tremble. 

Jody sealed her lips snugly and sucked on the old man's twitching cock. Jody 
giggled contentedly and nibbled toward a sparse thatch of snow-white hair 
that sprouted around the base of his cock. 

The protruding knob found the opening of her sleek throat and entered 
smoothly. The fit was perfect, like a key in a lock. Jody began to wonder 
why her mother made swallowing a man's cock into such an ordeal. 

Amos and Emmit both enjoyed the convulsive waves of Amy's distress. The 
frantic spasms milked both of their anxious cocks. They pushed steadily 
deeper until it seemed the head of one must be almost touching the other. 

Amy's eyes bulged wide. Her body had never been forced full of so much 
throbbing cock. She felt the pulsing surges front and back. If her throat 
had been clear, she'd have screamed in horror. 

They began to double-fuck her with a whip-sawing rhythm-one pushing in as 
the other drew back. She rocked and swayed between them, driven first one 
way and then the other. Only the sturdy hitching rail kept her from falling. 

She felt faint for lack of breath and gulped frantically whenever Emmit 
pulled his cock back. But that's when Amos was driving his cock up her ass, 
and Amy wanted to cry out in pain almost as much as she wanted to breathe. 

Her lush body quaked, filled in front, then filled in back. There wasn't a 
moment that she couldn't feel the fierce throb of a swollen cock. 

Bart saw her stricken look and smirked. "I like it when you suck cock. Then 
I don't have to listen to your bitchy voice." 

Amy shuddered. Her plan to hurt his male ego had backfired. Backfired 
painfully! His stiff cock was throbbing just like the pair of pricks abusing 
her throat and ass. Would he be next? Would these cruel men give her to Bart 
when they were through? Amy shuddered at the thought. After all the spiteful 
things she had said, her own husband might be a monster. 

Amos slowed the speed of his ass-spearing thrusts enough to fall half a beat 
behind. When he resumed, he and Emmit were ramming into her front and back 
at the same time. 

Amy's ripe body bucked between them, terribly strained at both ends. The 
wiry tangle of cock hair Amos pushed and ground against the cheeks of her 
ass felt like steel wool scrubbing her welts. 

Jody was having a much easier time. She hadn't been whipped, and she was 
thrilled by the eerie sensations of a long slender cock sliding so deep in 
her throat. She sucked and stroked her tongue, nibbling with soft lips at 
Pappy's fringe of snow-white pubic hair when he fucked in to the hilt. 

"This daughter of yours is as quick to learn as she is cute and cuddly," 
Pappy said to Bart. "You think she'd like to feel your cock up her ass while 
she's sucking mine?" 

"Nungh!" Jody moaned with her mouth stuffed full. She wasn't ready for that. 

Amy made the same throttled cry of protest. She hated to think of Bart 
sharing pleasure with these rough men while she suffered their abuse. 

Emmit wasn't pleased either. "Damn it, Pa! Don't be so quick giving away our 
treasures. You know her ass has got to be virgin like the rest of her. One 
of us should get it first." 

Pappy replied, "I just hate to see a man with a big stiff cock standing 
around with nothing to do. It ain't hospitable . . . not when you figure 
that he was the one who brought all this lush woman-flesh our way." 

Amos grinned. "There's still one we ain't caught. Young, tall, with 
coal-black hair almost long enough to sweep across her ass." 

"Is that so?" Pappy said, his beady eyes alight with a lewd gleam. "More 
young stuff, eh? You gonna help us catch that one, Bart? She can't have 
gotten far in a boat half sunk." 

Bart said, "Sure. I know right where she is. Her name's Alita, and she's the 
sexiest one of the bunch. We'll all enjoy her." 

He was thinking that Alita would have the "boat patched and be on her way to 
get help before the Murdocks got around to looking for her. He didn't feel 
like a traitor offering up his niece-he expected her to be gone. 

"That does it," Pappy decided for them all. 

"Him wanting to be so helpful is reason enough to let Bart be first in his 
daughter's pretty little ass." 

Alita felt betrayed by her uncle, the man who had popped her cherry. Worse 
than that, she was extremely jealous. Bart was wiping his hand in Jody's wet 
cunt and smearing his cock. 

Jody moaned anxiously when he stirred her clit with wavering finger strokes. 
Pappy had cupped his hands under her dangling tits and was whirling Jody's 
pink nipples to make the lewd tingles she felt even wilder. She wrenched and 
writhed, bound with her arms outstretched. 

Air gushed from her throat when she felt her father's stiff cock start to 
enter her ass. He hissed out of her throat, around Pappy's skinny long prick 
like a tire with a leaky valve. The old man felt the heat of increased 
pressure and fucked her willing mouth faster. 

Bart eased in slowly, spreading the wringing tight tunnel of Jody's young 
ass as gently as he could. His cock was slick with pink-stained fuck juice 
from her cunt, but the taut friction was almost hot enough to make that 
smoke. 

In a macabre way, Amy was pleased to see her daughter suffer some pain. She 
hoped that might cure the girl's wanton hunger for lusty pleasure. 

Emmit reached between Amy's bound arms and fondled her luscious big tits. On 
soft flesh so recently whipped, his grasping hands felt like fire. Nipples 
tortured by the hose clamps throbbed painfully beneath his whirling thumbs. 

Amos kept fucking his cock up Amy's ass, grinding and twisting deep, loving 
the sounds of her strangled moans. He reached around her slender waist and 
fingered her clit, making Amy's anguished writhing even more severe. 

With her ass and throat both filled with throbbing cock, her nipples 
enflamed and her clit sparking from stimulation, Amy convulsed into her most 
intense and totally involving climax yet. The frenzied contractions racked 
her throat, pussy and ass all at once. Pleasure came stronger than pain. She 
forgot her smoldering welts, the pain of being bound, and the torture of 
being made to please two cocks at once. 

Her slinky throat rippled enticingly, pulling and sucking, silently begging 
Emmit's cock to fire off in her mouth. Her ass clenched and milked Amos's 
cock with even more frenzied motions. 

They both tensed, stunned by the power of her demanding contractions. "It's 
like putting your prick in a wringer!" Amos moaned. 

"Better," Emmit said with a hiss of hot breath. He was straining, delighted 
by the swell of pressure in his hairy ball sac. He wanted to hold the 
feeling and enjoy it as long as he could. 

They were able to resist her anxious writhing less than a minute. Then both 
of them roared, fucking their cocks deep as jets of silvery-white cum spat 
into Amy front and back. 

Amy gulped and swallowed all she could, but it was hard being bent over with 
her head tipped so far back. She couldn't consume even half of Emmit's 
gushing flood. Spunk filled her throat, spilled down her tongue and glossed 
her sucking lips. 

More jism squished and simmered up to the lips of her ass. Amy was full and 
overflowing at both ends. She felt hot fuck cream dribble down her chin and 
streak her trembling thighs at the same time. The thrilling tremors of an 
orgasm overloaded her nervous system just as twin jetting cocks had flooded 
her. Amy's mind reeled wildly, dizzy with delight, a spinning and blurring 
sensation. 

She quivered and moaned at the exhilarating peak of lewd pleasure and 
fainted when her dazzled mind simply couldn't stand any more. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

It took Jody a full minute longer to reach the first double-fucked climax of 
her young life. Bart's cock fucked smoothly in and out of her ass, forcing 
in more heat with each thrust. 

The wall between that narrow shitter and her freshly fucked cunt was hardly 
more than a veil of soft flesh. Her father's prodding cock triggered spasms 
of pleasure on both sides of the thin wall. 

Bart fingered Jody's small budding clit and 

I sent more rippling shocks deep to inspire un-I dulations of joy. Pappy 
Murdock whirled her I nipples and filled her throat with his prick. 

Jody trembled from her fingers to her toes. I She felt weak. Her small hands 
clenched into I fists knotted by muscle-wrenching shocks of I pleasure. 

Pappy's cock fired first. She felt the slender I prick buck and twitch 
convulsively. He was jetting spurts of cum deep in her throat, far beyond I 
the taste buds of her tongue. Then he arched I back and gave her a creamy 
shot in the mouth. 

Its taste shocked her at first. Cum sprayed her I teeth and splattered the 
back of her mouth. I Then he lunged forward and fucked deep in her I throat 
again. Jism gushed in the farthest reaches I of her throat and kept spurting 
as Pappy eased his cock back out to feel the pleasure of her I cum-slathered 
tongue whipping around his sensitive prick head. 

Bart fucked deep into his daughter's ass and came with a groan. He had 
wanted to feel more of the tight wringing pressure, but the steaming heat in 
his balls simply could not be contained. 

She milked and sucked two strong cocks dry and kept up her rapacious 
writhing long after either had a drop left to give her. Jody slurped and 
swallowed cum with wolfish glee and twitched her sexy little ass around to 
spread the flowing warmth inside. 

By then, her mother was hanging limp over the hitching rail, barely 
conscious. Cum was dripping from her slack lips and the dark rim of her ass. 

Jody cried, "Mom! Mom, what's the matter?" 

Amy was too dazed and weak to reply. Emmit and Amos had pulled free of her 
lush body, both flashing grins with crooked teeth. They knew she would soon 
recover her senses and be anxious for more. 

But Jody's soft young body tensed with sickening fear. "They killed her!" 
she cried. "They've fucked her to death!" 

Alita heard that and her lithe, bikini-clad body stiffened like her spine 
had turned to an icicle. Amy was hanging limp and not moving. Blind with 
panic, Alita took off running through the woods. 

The men all heard the crack of snapping twigs under her sandaled feet. 

Amos caught a fleeting glimpse of coal-black hair. "That's her!" he shouted. 
"The other girl!" 

They all took off running, naked and barefoot, not minding the rough ground. 
Bart Winslow ran with them, wild as the rest, not thinking it was his young 
niece they were all chasing like a pack of hounds. 

Amy heard their anxious shouts and thudding footsteps as she regained her 
senses. "What's happening?" 

Jody cried, "Mom, you're all right!" 

"I will be in a little while," she said. The last quaking pulses of her 
double climax were just fading. 

"Alita was here," Jody said. "Now they're all chasing her. Even daddy." 

"That bastard!" she snarled. "We've been married all these years and I never 
really knew what he was like. He's as bad as the Murdocks. Maybe worse." 

"You mean because he fucked me?" 

"Not just you. He fucked Alita, and he whipped me with a leather belt." 

"I think you kept things bottled up in him too long," Jody said. "He's an 
attractive man. Daddy needs excitement." 

"You're taking his side after all he's done to you?" 

"He hasn't done anything yet that I didn't learn to like." 

Amy groaned, and turned her head the other way, refusing to look at the lewd 
grin that curled her young daughter's soft lips. She concentrated instead on 
the cords that bound her wrists and ankles together. By straining, cutting 
her skin and stretching her fingers, Amy could just reach the knots. Her 
long fingernails pushed and probed, slowly working the strands loose. 

Jody watched her frenzied efforts and asked, "Where are you going to go if 
you get those knots untied?" 

Amy paused, her mind confused. She had no long-range plan, only a desperate 
need to escape from bondage. "I-I don't know," she said, but her mind was 
racing. "Back to the car, I guess. Away from here. Away from Bart and those 
awful men!" 

"Take me with you?" Jody pleaded, watching her mother pull free and 
straighten up. 

"Of course, dear." Mother love overcame all conflicting emotions. "One of 
those men had a knife. He dropped it over here." 

Amy found the sharp blade and used it to cut the ropes that bound her 
daughter's arms outstretched along the hitching rail. 

Jody straightened up with a sigh of relief, still clutching a severed strand 
nearly three feet long in the tightly clenched fist of her right hand. 

The girl trembled and stumbled when she tried to stand straight. Her knees 
were weak, her ripening body still rocked by the delightful aftershocks of a 
tremendous climax shared with two men at once. 

Amy hugged her and their lush two bodies quaked together, both soft and 
warm. "You didn't really like what they did to you, did you, Jody?" 

"No, I only pretended so they wouldn't hurt me more." 

"Good girl!" Amy's faith was restored. "We'll get back to the car, drive to 
the next town and call the sheriff. By sundown the Mur-docks and your 
vicious father will all be locked in a jail! They'll know then what it feels 
like to be a prisoner." 

Amy released her clinging embrace and turned away, looking back upstream for 
signs of the trail that cunt-licking mule had brought her in on. 

Jody stood behind her. The girl's long chestnut hair gleamed in the 
sunlight, swaying softly as she gripped the two ends of the rope in both 
hands, flipping a snare-like coil into the slack length between. 

Her mother saw the path and took a step forward. "This way, Jody. Follow 
me!" 

The young teen hissed, "No, Mother!" She flipped the rope over Amy's head 
from behind. She jerked the loop tight around her mother's neck and dragged 
the gasping woman back. "I've been following in your footsteps far too 
long!" 

Amy gagged and sputtered, clawing at the noose of rope cinched around her 
neck. She stumbled backward, losing her breath. 

"I like being fucked," Jody said as her mother collapsed at her feet. "Best 
of all, I like the way daddy does it. I'll never understand why you told me 
that sex is only a duty that a woman must put up with." 

"Aaagh!" Amy groaned with hands flailing wildly at the loop of rope cinched 
tightly around her neck. Jody was dragging her backwards, positioning her 
feet under the overhead bar of the hitching rail. 

"You filled my head with shit!" the girl screamed, pulling the rope tighter. 
"You made daddy's life miserable with your prudish ways, and then you tried 
to ruin mine!" 

Amy was weak for lack of breath. Her lungs burned like a pair of blast 
furnaces. Limp hands fell away from the rope pulled so tightly around her 
neck. Her twitching fingers trailed through the grass. 

Jody let go of the rope and grabbed her mother's trim ankles before the 
woman could gulp enough air. The girl jerked Amy's shapely legs up, spread 
them wide apart and bound her ankles to the waist-high crossbar of the 
hitching rail. 

Amy shrilled a cry of disbelief. Being subjected to bondage and torment by 
cruel men was something her mind could accept, but to be bound helpless, 
flat on her back with her legs raised and tied wide apart by her own 
daughter was a terror she just couldn't handle. 

"You whipped the backs of my hands with m a ruler because I put a finger in 
my crotch when I was a little girl," Jody recalled with clarity. 

"Yes," Amy admitted with a racking sob. "I wanted you to be a good little 
girl." 

"Good for what?" she demanded. "I became the shy little princess you wanted. 
Daddy loved me for being so sweet and innocent. Then Alita came to live with 
us, and he's hardly noticed me since!" 

Amy moaned as Jody double-knotted the rough strands of rope that bound her 
spread legs to the hitching rail. "Wha-what are you going to do?" 

"I'm going to lick and suck your cunt like daddy did to me. It feels so 
good, and I want you to know what we've been missing all these years." 

"No, Jody!" Amy regarded sex between two women as something sinfully 
depraved. Between mother and daughter it seemed even worse. 

Jody laughed and dropped to her knees, bowing her head between her mother's 
bound legs. Amy winced, and her puffy cunt lips clenched to repulse the 
girl's flicking tongue. 

Jody breathed deep and caught the heady scent of rich musk mixed with cum. 
It made her heart beat faster, surging heat through every pore. 

"Yyyuuummm!" she cooed lasciviously. "If it tastes as good as it smells, I'm 
going to love eating your cunt." 

"Don't do it, Jody! Oh, please . . . nooo!" 

But Jody giggled like a little fiend, bending low and letting her hair sweep 
across her mother's loins. The touch was soft as fur. Amy's skin tingled and 
her lush body glazed with shining nervous sweat. 

Jody spread her lips wide and dropped to engulf her mother's simmering cunt 
slit. Her tongue hooked into the stubbornly clenched soft pussy. 

Amy's bountiful tits heaved and she sighed in anguished delight. What her 
daughter was doing seemed unthinkably obscene, but pleasure flowed from her 
sweeping tongue all the same. 

Jody curled the wiggling tip of her tongue around Amy's generous clit and 
stroked it up and down. The woman's chest swelled with a sharply indrawn 
gasp. Then she hissed and cried. 

"You like it, don't you, Mother? You may deny it, but your juicy cunt pulses 
and pleads to feel my tongue." 

"Hunnngh! I-I can't help it! I go crazy when you tingle my clit!" "I'm going 
to do more than tingle it, Mother. I'm going to eat it alive!" Jody laughed 
impishly and dropped her head with lips and tongue swirling. 

She flogged her mother's clit with spiral strokes and sucked hungrily on her 
oozing slit. Jody purred, excited by the taste. She liked seeping cum better 
when mixed with the tang of feminine fuck honey. 

Amy gulped and moaned, driven wild by her daughter's sucking and stroking. 
She arched her back, straining the ropes that bound her legs raised. "Ooooh, 
you lewd little bitch! You beautiful, lewd little bitch! Eat me, Jody! Make 
mother cum!" 

Halfass, the mule, watched them impassively at first. But, as the scent of 
two steaming cunts filled the air, his large nostrils flared wide. He ambled 
across the grass and stood behind Jody's bent-over ass. 

Amy saw the mule licking its leathery lips and shivered delightedly. Jody's 
sweet-scented pussy would soon feel stimulation more wickedly lewd than what 
she was so anxious to dish out. 

The girl's loud slurping noises kept her from hearing the mule walk up 
behind her. She felt hot breath on the cheeks of her ass. She looked back, 
expecting to see one of the men. 

"Aaagh!" Jody shrieked in alarm. The mule's enormous tongue was reaching 
out. "Get away from me!" 

Jody turned on her knees, determined to drive the beast off, but Amy reared 
up and grabbed the girl's long hair. "Don't leave me now. Not for a minute. 
I want you to suck my cunt and make me cum!" 

She forced Jody's gaping mouth into her wet crotch. 

"But that God damned mule!" she sputtered. "He'll give you what you're 
giving me. We'll cum together." 

Halfass licked between Jody's creamy thighs and hooked his tongue into her 
drooling cunt slit. The girl shrieked and moaned, shocked by the swipe of an 
enormous tongue. She jerked and twisted, but to no avail. The hungry mule 
swayed his head to follow her anguished gyrations. 

Amy clamped both hands on the back of Jody's head and pressed down. "Fuck 
your tongue into me!" 

Jody had no choice. The mule tongued her clit into a shivering rage of 
excitement. Her body twitched and squirmed, and her tongue flashed out. 

She thrust into her mother's cunt, wiggling her extended tongue as Halfass 
slathered her pussy and ass simultaneously. Jody felt waves of disgust when 
she thought about an animal touching her fuck holes. But she also 
felt-pleasure from her cunt slit to her ass. 

The mule's tongue was huge, rough and wet. It flogged her clit, parted her 
pussy lips and sent jolts of lewd delight sparking into her ass. Jody 
responded the only way she could, by venting hot breath into her mother's 
cunt and whipping her clit with frenzied tongue-strokes. 

Amy shuddered and screamed. Her clit was extremely tender from having been 
lashed with a leather belt. Jody's tongue felt almost as severe. The surging 
pulses of pleasure were much like pain. 

Jody reacted the same way. Her animal-licked cunt squirmed and seethed, 
squeezing out cum and fuck honey the mule adored. Her lewd cries of delight 
were muffled in her mother's crotch, but Amy's shrill wails were loud enough 
for them both. 

They climaxed together, both grunting and gasping as shared contractions 
rippled in their tongue-ravaged cunts. The taut spasms rocked their bellies 
like earthquakes. 

Amy settled back with a enraptured sigh when the last convulsive wave of 
pleasure had passed to leave rippling aftershocks. But she kept a firm girp 
on Jody's head to keep her bent over while the cunt-hungry mule 
tongue-lashed her to a second and third climax. 

Jody was babbling and short of breath by the time Halfass had satisifed his 
craving for wet cunt. He wandered away to graze in the shade of a nearby 
tree. 

The mother asked then, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" 

"Ungh, no . . . not when I didn't think about it." 

"Maybe that's the secret," Amy said. "Not thinking, just letting your 
feelings flow." 

Amy released her two-fisted grasp on Jody's hair and let the girl raise her 
head. Jody's grinning lips were glossed with cum and glistening fuck honey 
that she licked off with languid strokes of her tongue. 

"I think we've both learned something," Jody said. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Alita ran through the woods like a deer. Four naked men with stiff cocks 
pursued her, fanning out behind to cut off every avenue of escape. 

"The one to catch her gets her first!" Pappy Murdock decreed. 

That brought a murmur of agreement from the others. There would be no time 
wasted fighting over the prize. And it added a kind of excitement to the 
chase. 

Emmit was the fastest runner. He gained rapidly on the fleeing girl, 
entranced by the way her shimmering raven hair flounced with each bounding 
stride of her long and shapely legs. 

She could hear his rasping breath not far behind. Alita jarred to a stop, 
whirled suddenly and raised the hatchet, prepared to throw. 

He yelped, skidded to a stop and snapped up the rifle for a quick shot. 
Alita saw a tongue of flame spit from the barrel and thought for one brief 
moment of terror that she was dead. 

A sharp cracking sound stung her ears and some unseen force threw her 
upraised arm far back. The bullet struck the handle of the hatchet just 
below the head. Wood shattered and splinters flew. The jarring impact 
wrenched the handle from her hand. Alita wailed in despair and dove to 
retrieve it. Emmit fired again with the steady calm of an experienced 
marksman. His second shot broke the handle and sheered off the steel head 
just as Alita grabbed it up. Her-clenched hand felt another stinging jolt. 

From somewhere off in the woods, Bart shouted, "Don't shoot her for God's 
sake!" 

Emmit had no time to answer. Alita threw the ruined handle with all her 
might. It tumbled over twice in flight and hit him squarely on the forehead. 
Emmit's eyes glazed, a startled gasp came from his slack jaw and he fell in 
a heap, breaking the hollow plastic stock of the rifle and bending the 
barrel as he crashed down. 

Alita took off running again, dodging this way and that to throw off her 
pursuers. That gave Bart an advantage. Only he knew where she was most 
likely to head-to the boat. He made no effort to follow her zigzag course, 
but went on straight to the beach. 

Emmit scrambled to his feet, dazed but not badly hurt. He blinked away the 
dazzling lights that danced before his eyes and took off after her muttering 
curses of grim determination. 

Amos was on one side of her, Pappy on the other, both of them closing in. 
Emmit was coming up fast from straight behind. Alita put on a desperate 
burst of speed and darted out of the woods, across the beach and toward the 
boat. 

She was looking back and didn't see Bart waiting until she was almost upon 
him. 

Alita stopped then and glared. "You bastard! You sold me out!" 

He grinned anxiously. "You didn't obey my instructions. You were supposed to 
be in the boat and on your way by now." 

Alita's face paled. 

Bart strode toward her, the width of his lecherous grin increasing. His cock 
throbbed with a surging pulse made rapid and strong by the chase. "Just be 
glad I'm the one who caught you," he said. 

"You haven't yet!" Alita whirled and ran back toward the woods-right into 
the arms of three rough men that converged on her like flies drawn to shit. 

Pappy, Amos and Emmit swarmed over her all at once. Alita fell screaming and 
felt her wispy little bikini being torn off. She kicked and thrashed under 
their crushing weight. 

"How're we gonna settle this since we all caught her at once?" Amos asked. 
He was squeezing one of Alita's firm young tits and obviously looking 
forward to even greater pleasure with her lithe body. 

"Yeah," Emmit agreed. He held her other tit, kneading and squeezing, rolling 
the dark nipple between his thumb and first finger. "Are we gonna fight it 
out again?" 

"No," Pappy said flatly. "We're gonna take her the same way we caught her . 
. . all three at once." 

Alita cried, "Nnnooo!" She had watched Amy's lush body being fucked by two 
cocks at once. Thinking that she might have to take on three frightened the 
girl half out of her mind. 

"Let's take her back to the cabin where we can be more comfortable," Pappy 
Murdock suggested. "Then we'll draw straws. Longest one gets his choice of 
pussy, ass or mouth." 

Amos nodded. "Ain't no way a man can lose, but we best tie her hands and 
hobble those legs of hers. Don't want to waste our strength chasing her 
again." 

Alita moaned when she saw Emmit coming toward her with a four-foot-long 
broken limb. She thought he might club her for hitting him so hard with the 
handle of the hatchet. The other two dragged her to her feet and turned her 
back on him. 

She cowered fearfully, drained completely of her desires. Emmit laid the 
stick gently across her back, centering it behind her neck. 

Pappy and Amos each grabbed an arm. They pulled them out to the ends of the 
stick and bound her wrists with the remains of her torn string bikini. Emmit 
brought a short length of rope from the boat and bound the ends of that 
around her slender ankles, leaving just a foot of slack between. Alita would 
be able to walk slowly, but not run. 

She began to cry. 

* * * 

Amy and Jody were sitting on the front steps of the rustic cabin when the 
four leering men walked Alita into the clearing with her arms bound 
outstretched. 

"Oooh, good!" Jody said brightly. "They brought her back, so we'll get to 
watch." 

"We might be too busy," Amy whispered. "There are four of them with stiff 
cocks and only three of us with cunts." 

Jody grinned lewdly. "I wouldn't mind doing another double." 

Bart heard that as he approached the step where his wife and daughter basked 
naked under the warming rays of the sun. Their anxious smiles told him they 
had somehow resolved their differences. 

"You can do another double," Bart said, "but this time it'll have to be the 
two of you with me. The Murdocks all want Alita right now." 

Jody shivered expectantly. "Three of them at once?" she asked. Bart nodded 
and both women gasped sounds somewhere between sympathy and envy. 

Then Amy asked, "After all you've done, are you going to be able to satisfy 
two women at once?" 

"I'm not sure," Bart aid. "But it's something I've wanted to try all my 
life." 

Amy grinned. "There's nothing to stop you now." 

"No hard feelings?" 

She laughed, feeling better than before. "There's only one hard thing I want 
to feel now, and it's throbbing between your legs. Just tell us how you want 
to go about it." 

Alita had no say at all in what was done to her. Pappy Murdock and his two 
powerfully built sons pushed her to the base of the pine where both Amy and 
Jody had been hoisted to satisfy their demanding lust. She stood trembling 
with apprehension while Pappy prepared three straws of varying length. 

He shuffled them in a gnarled hand held behind his back so the three exposed 
ends were exactly even. Then he held out his hand. 

Amos drew first and picked the mid-length straw. Emmit puzzled over the pair 
that remained, one long and one short, but which one was which? After a 
moment, he made the right choice and whooped joyously when he saw that Pappy 
was left holding the shortest straw. 

"I want her ass," Emmit said quickly. "I'm pretty sure that's still cherry." 

"And I want her to suck my big cock," Amos declared, "because I love the way 
her lips quiver." 

"It don't matter that I got left with the shortest straw," Pappy said. "I've 
still got the longest cock, and her black-furred pussy is what I would have 
picked to fuck!" 

Emmit sprawled on the ground and pulled the young raven-haired beauty down 
with him. She gasped and kicked her hobbled feet. He was on his back and so 
was she, on top of him with Emmit's fiercely throbbing cock wedged in the 
crack of her ass. 

"Hike your butt up so I can work that big fucker into your little hole." 

"Nungh," she groaned, shaking her head defiantly. 

"You lift it, or I'll have Pop grab you by the cunt hair and yank it up for 
me!" 

Alita snarled, "You bastard!" But she swung her lithe body into a high arch, 
knowing that she had no choice. Emmit's stiff cock sprang up right behind 
her and pressed against the puckered rim of her shithole. 

Pappy Murdock dropped on his knees between her loosely bound legs and aimed 
his long willowy prick at the narrow slit of her upraised cunt. "You're 
gonna love it when I drive you down onto what Emmit's got lined up behind 
you." 

Alita sighed tensely, her muscles already trembling from the strain of 
holding herself in the high arch, knowing her ass would be brutally speared 
from behind the moment she weakened. 

The old man toyed with her, wagging his snake-like cock up and down to 
stroke her protruding clit. Alita gasped and squirmed, so shocked by 
tingling delight that she found it harder and harder to hold the back-bent 
position that spared her ass a terrible reaming. 

Amos was on his knees above her head, sliding a hand under her neck. He 
lifted and tilted Alita's head back. Looking at him upside down, she saw his 
engorged cock throbbing 

ISO fiercely above her tensely drawn lips. 

Pappy leaned over her and slanted his springy old prick into her squirming 
narrow cunt. Alita shied back from him instinctively, but then felt Emmit's 
much thicker cock ram her in the ass. Alita yelped and sprang back into the 
high arch, driving Pappy's cock deeper when she did. 

The old man said, "Hhhmmm, prod her again, boy. I like it when she bucks and 
pushes her sleek young cunt at me!" 

Emmit pressed into her from behind. Alita's mouth flew wide open to scream, 
but Amos stuffed his cock in before she could utter more than a sharp little 
gasp. He plugged her throat with hot prick and his father's thrusting loins 
hammered her down on Emmit's erect cock. 

Alita's lithe body convulsed, stabbed full of three viciously hot pricks all 
pulsing with lewd vigor. She was getting hammered from above and below. 

She felt the fiery heat of tortuous strain in her ass while Pappy's long 
prick reached delightfully taut depths that had never been touched. 

Alita's chest swelled with breath meant to expel a scream, but Amos's thick 
cock plugged her throat like the cork in a bottle of champagne. The pressure 
built up inside and made the lewd teen dizzy with eerie delight. Her rigidly 
tight ass relaxed and her strained throat became more supple as thrilling 
heat from three sources weakened her will to resist. She pumped her hips and 
sucked with a gurgling moan. Chilling fear gave way to the fiery heat of 
pleasure unlike anything she could have imagined before. 

Bart grinned contentedly when he saw that Alita was enjoying herself at 
last, bounding up and down like a wanton caught between two cocks while she 
frantically sucked on a third. 

He told Jody to he down on her back in a place where the grass was soft. 
"Amy, you get on top of her like you were going to fuck clit-to-clit." 

Amy said, "That sounds like fun, but then what are you going to do?" 

"Mount you both," Bart said. "You're going to share my cock instead of 
squabbling over it. One thrust into my lusty daughter, then one into my 
luscious wife." 

* * * 

A full day would pass before the strangely reunited family had sated their 
hunger for sexual pleasure. The next afternoon, they set out in their yellow 
boat again. The Murdocks lined the shore, helping them launch, waving them 
off and wishing them well. By then there wasn't a stiff cock left in the 
bunch. 

Amy, Jody and Alita had sampled them all in various combinations. They 
drifted into the swift current at midstream, all stroking their paddles, 
eyes intent on the rapids ahead. 

Over the ominous roar, Amy asked Bart, "Where do you think all this will 
lead?" 

He shrugged, not sure of the answer himself. "Life is like the river. Once 
you plunge into the current there's no turning back . . . who knows what's 
around the next turn?" 

Amy flashed a loving smile and clutched his hand for a moment. "At least now 
we all have the courage to find out." 

"Yeah, and you better hang on tight. From here it looks like one hell of a 
wild ride!" 

They plunged ahead all together, and nobody thought to look back. 


THE END
