Neighbors Under The Lash
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-all must act without past experience to 
guide them. All must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar 
people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a positive 
or a negative experience. 

In this story, a woman finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive 
by her neighbors, she not only meets their sexual demands but, to her 
horror, finds herself responding to them. She is forced to indulge in acts 
that are not only forbidden by society, but also by her own moral code. 

NEIGHBORS UNDER THE LASH-a shocking story of a woman's reactions under 
tremendous stress. Yet who are we to judge her actions? 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Mom's up to something," Tim said. His tone was certain. 

"What makes you say that?" his brother Tommy asked. 

The boys were riding their bikes toward the theater in a suburban shopping 
mall two miles from the spacious split-level home they shared with their 
widowed mother. 

"Why else would she give us twenty bucks and tell us to see a double 
feature?" 

"Because we worked hard all day. Mowed the lawn. Washed the car. Cleaned 
out-the garage-" 

Tim laughed and shook his head. "No, man. It's gotta be more than that." He 
was the older of the two, and usually right, so Tommy listened intently. "I 
think she's gonna get fucked." 

"Oh, Jeez!" Tommy rolled his eyes. He was young and naive, innocent enough 
to think a woman with two sons in their teens was too old to be interested 
in sex. Especially since she no longer had a husband to care for. "Mom 
wouldn't do that." 

"I heard her talking on the phone with Aunt Em this morning," Tim persisted. 
"I know she's been seeing some guy, and she told Em he's got a big one." 

"She probably meant his car." 

"You think so?" Tim gave his brother a wry, twisted grin. "She said it was 
ten inches long." 

Tommy gulped and looked a little sick. "That still doesn't mean-" 

His voice faltered. He was trying to think of something else it could mean. 

"There's one sure way to find out," Tim said, still with that wicked lewd 
grin curling his lips. 

"What's that?" 

"We don't go to the movie. We get a pizza, wait until dark, then go back to 
the house." 

"Yeah, then what? Walk into her bedroom and say ... Hi, Mom. We're home 
early." 

"We don't go in the house at all, you simple shit. We climb the tree outside 
her window and look in." 

"That wouldn't be right." 

"You think it's right for her to fuck some guy with a ten-inch dick?" 

"Maybe she's going to marry him," Tommy said. "Maybe she was talking about 
after the wedding." 

"They aren't getting married," Tim said. "I heard her tell Aunt Em he's 
already married." 

"Oooh, shit!" That made it even worse in Tommy's young mind. 

So as darkness settled over the neighborhood, Tim and Tommy rode around the 
block to approach their house from the rear. They had stopped to buy a pair 
of long-sleeved black turtleneck T-shirts, black knit gloves and two black 
ski masks. 

That took the twenty dollars their mother had given them, and some of their 
own money as well. 

"We don't want them to see us," Tim said with the seriousness of a Marine 
Corps colonel planning a commando attack. 

Tommy had to admit his brother had a point. They were both sandy haired and 
fair skinned. Their faces would shine like two beacons outside their 
mother's bedroom window. 

A tract of new homes was being built behind theirs. With just part of the 
framing up, the houses stood in the dark like shadowy skeletons. It gave 
Tommy the creeps, putting on the black clothes and sneaking over their back 
fence. 

They dropped into their yard and crept across the back lawn. Near the house, 
they heard their mother's voice. 

"No, Jack! Not that way! Not again!" 

They both stopped dead in their tracks and listened intently. 

A man chuckled and said: "I know what you like. And you like it rough!" 

The boys heard scuffling sounds upstairs, then something crashed, like a 
chair had gotten knocked over in the struggle. 

"Damn you, let go of me! I don't want to be tied up!" 

That was followed by a loud slap. The man howled and then they heard a 
harder slap. He must have hit her back. 

Tim whispered: "God damn, this is going to be better than I thought." 

"Better? It sounds like he's beating the shit out of her. I think we should 
call the cops." 

"You hear her yelling for help?" 

"No, but-" 

"Then maybe she does like it rough. Some women do, you know." 

"How would you know?" 

"I've heard things. Some women like being sex slaves. They can't get off any 
other way." 

"Not Mom!" Tommy was worried and fearful. 

"Let's climb the tree and have a look," Tim whispered calmly. 

The tree was only a few feet from their mother's bedroom window. With that 
tree blocking the view, she never bothered to close the curtains. Tim could 
see inside plainly when he climbed high enough. 

"It's Jack Randolph," Tim said in a hushed, urgent tone. "He's got rope and 
he's tying mom's arms to the bedposts. Hurry, you gotta see this!" 

Tommy was shocked by what he'd heard. He wasn't sure he could stand to 
watch. His mother snarled: "Son of a bitch!" between sobs, and Jack must 
have slapped her again. A fleshy loud crack made the boy wince. 

Jack Randolph lived across the street and two houses down with his wife and 
daughter-a pretty little blonde about Tommy's age. Her name was Cindy, and 
Tim really had the hots for her. He talked all the time about wanting to 
fuck Cindy. But that was all Tim ever did was talk. He couldn't even take 
her out for a hamburger because Cindy's parents were so strict. 

That made it hard for Tommy to believe Mr. 

Randolph was in his mother's bedroom, tying her up and slapping her so hard. 
But when he got his head high enough to see in the window, there the man was 
at the foot of her bed. 

He was wearing a black leather harness like a jock strap, but cut and fitted 
in front so his stiff cock was sticking out. Tommy stared with his jaw 
hanging slack. The man's cock was ten inches long, just as his mother had 
told her sister Emily, their aunt Em, on the phone. 

Mr. Randolph had a piece of rope knotted around his mother's left ankle, and 
he was tying that to a post at the foot of her bed. Her arms were already 
spread and bound to the headboard. She kicked and squirmed, but it didn't do 
any good. Jack was too strong for her. 

He was six feet two inches tall-big and broad-shouldered. His big cock was 
throbbing, straining the harness he wore. That was studded with chrome, 
blunt-tipped spikes about half an inch long, and right over the hard shaft 
of his cock there was a little metal wheel with more spikes, something like 
a cowboy's spur. 

Jack bound June Simpson's right leg and tied it to the bedpost, 
spread-eagling her in helpless restraint. Her joints were so strained, the 
woman could hardly move. Tim watched anxiously, so excited that his lips 
drooled. 

Tommy thought it was awful, but he could feel his cock start to twitch. His 
mother was almost naked, wearing only a frilly little black outfit made like 
a bikini-but not like a bikini any proper woman would wear. The cups of the 
lacy black bra were cut so that her nipples poked through. 

Tim licked the spittle off his lips and whispered: "Mom's got a great pair 
of jugs! I never would have dreamed her tits were so big." 

June Simpson usually dressed modestly, wearing nothing to flaunt what the 
boys saw now was a stunning figure-big lush tits with plump dark nipples, a 
slender waist, flaring hips and a ripely humped pussy mound. 

Although neither of the boys had ever thought of their mother as a sexy 
woman, both their cocks swelled hard as the boys peered into her bedroom 
window. Neither of them had ever seen a woman with so little on. 

Her panties had a slit in the crotch, so the boys could both see her softly 
puffed pussy lips peeking out. They were fringed with silvery blonde hair 
that sheened with dampness. The window was open and they could both smell 
her musky ripe woman scent. 

Tim said: "Mom's really hot. Her cunt's dripping honey." 

Tommy gritted his teeth, knowing that might be true but still not wanting to 
believe it. "We shouldn't be watching this," he said. 

"They shouldn't be doing it," Tim countered, "so we're even. I gotta see him 
stick that big cock in her. Jesus, ten inches ... and look how thick it is." 

"He'll kill her with that cock," Tommy said. Their mother was a small woman, 
five feet three inches tall, delicate-looking despite her gorgeous curves 
and large tits. 

Tim scoffed. "You ever hear of a woman being fucked to death? Relax and 
enjoy the show, brother. You came out of her cunt and so did I. If that 
didn't kill her, no cock ever will." 

Jack tied the last knot and went around to the side of the bed, where he had 
a suitcase open on the floor. He took out a thing that looked like a canoe 
paddle, but it was smaller and more pliable, made of black leather. 

"You shouldn't have slapped me," Jack said. "Not when we both know how much 
you like bondage." 

"I don't like it!" June cried. "I just want to make love like normal 
people." 

"Is it normal for a lonely widow to seduce the husband of her closest 
friend?" he asked sharply. 

"That wasn't all my fault. I know your wife is frigid. You were as anxious 
as I was." 

"Yes, but you still feel guilty. That's why you need bondage. This way you 
can blame it all on me. And you need to be punished for being such a lewd 
little bitch." 

"N-n-no!" she cried as his muscular arm arched back, raising the supple 
black paddle high over his head. 

"Don't lie to me, cunt! That will only make it worse." 

He lashed down and paddled her pussy mound. The broad blade of leather made 
a stinging loud crack. June screamed, writhing and twisting as her head 
tossed and tears streamed from her anguished blue eyes. 

Long, silver-blonde hair swirled around her tortured face. Once her soft 
tresses were santlycolored like her sons' hair, but now they were streaked 
with the silver of age. June Simpson was thirty-seven, a widow for three 
years-a woman alone in the prime of life. She didn't blame herself for 
wanting to fuck with a handsome neighbor ... even if he was the husband of 
her closest friend. 

Jack Randolph was younger than June by several years. He got his wife Edna 
pregnant in high school, before they were married. They were from strict 
homes, and they had what amounted to a shotgun wedding. And poor Edna had 
never forgiven herself that one night of wild passion that was to bring her 
daughter Cindy into this world. She had fucked with Jack only grudgingly 
ever since. 

Tim and Tommy watched the black paddle swing back and slap down on their 
mother's bikini-clad cunt once again. She screamed and writhed in smarting 
pain, chafing the soft flesh of her wrists and ankles that were bound 
tightly to the four corners of her king-sized bed. 

"You like it, don't you, bitch? You have to suffer before you can enjoy my 
big cock." 

"Y-y-yes!" she sobbed, clamping her eyes tightly shut to stop the flood of 
tears. It was true, June felt less guilty when Jack made her suffer before 
fucking her with the biggest, most thrilling cock she could imagine. 

"And the more you suffer, the more you like it. Isn't that right, cunt?" He 
lashed down hard on her pussy again to help make the point. "Y-y-yes!" she 
cried. 

"Then I'm going to make you love it tonight," he said. "I have some new 
things for you. Notice I haven't paddled your beautiful tits like I usually 
do?" 

"Ungh-hungh," she moaned. "Why not?" 

"Because I don't want those big knockers numb with pain. I want you to feel 
every exquisite sensation." Jack went back to the suitcase and picked up 
what looked like a miniature pair of jumper cables-slender red wires with 
little spring clamps on the ends. 

Tim watched entranced. Tommy felt sick. He knew now this wasn't the first 
time his mother had given herself to Jack Randolph, and that she had seduced 
him to start all this. But he still could not believe she enjoyed his cruel 
treatment. 

Jack clipped one of the spring clamps onto each of her nipples. Like the 
studs and gleaming spur wheel on his cock harness, they were bright chrome. 
She winced and shuddered when the toothy metal jaws clamped hard on her 
tender flesh. 

"Those are wired to a battery with a rheostat," he said. 

She gasped. 

"I can give you a mild, tingling shock you'll find quite pleasant," he went 
on, bending over the open suitcase again. 

"Oooh, yyyeeesss!" she purred. "I like that!" 

"Or I can crank up the dial and shock you almost senseless." 

"Aaagggh!" June arched her back as much as the four tight ropes would allow 
and shuddered violently as the searing hot high voltage charge sparked 
through her chest. "Stop it! I can't stand it!" 

"The pain will only bring you more pleasure," he said with smiling 
unconcern. Watching her buck and squirm as the pulsing current shot through 
her tits made his cock throb even more fiercely than before. 

The boys were near enough to the window to see the bulging blue veins that 
webbed Jack's long prick. They surged with lewd vigor, hammering blood into 
the cockhead. 

He turned the dial of his tit-torturing device down to mid-range, just 
enough power to keep June's lush tits and her whole body in mildly painful 
agitation. While she sobbed and jerked like a spastic, he reached back into 
his case. 

This time he brought out something that looked like the heat-sensing probe 
in their microwave oven, the thing their mother stuck in roast beef to tell 
when it was done. 

Jack leaned over, dragging a dangling blue wire across the bed. He slipped 
the probe under her thigh, then reached over and pushed the tip of it up her 
ass. 

June yelped and bucked again, trying to twist away from him. "Nnnooo! God 
damn it, you know I can't stand to have anything put up my ass!" 

"I know that's how it has been until now, but I have to keep inventing new 
torments to increase your pleasure." 

Tommy knew Jack Randolph would be good at that. He was an engineer in an 
electrical plant, a brilliant inventor. 

Randolph stuck the six-inch probe all the way up June's ass despite her 
screaming protests. 

"That's wired to another variable control," he said. "I can work them 
together. Give your tits a lot, your ass just a little-" 

"Hhhooo!" she cried, cringing and moaning. "Or I can tingle your tits and 
shock the shit out of you." He whirled the dials with a lewd cackle of 
sadistic delight. "Hunnngh!" Stupefying pain made her voice weak. June's 
trembling subsided even when he turned the power up full. She had almost 
fainted. 

"Now I think you've had enough," he said. "You're stronger now than the 
first time ... but we all have our limits." 

Jack pulled out the probe and took the biting clamps off her nipples. June 
heaved a thankful sigh and fluttered her lashes. 

"Fuck me," she whimpered sadly. "Please fuck me, Jack. Not more pain ... I 
just want your cock." 

"My cock hurts you more than all those other . things," he reminded her. 

"Yes, I know. It's sssooo big! My husband only had half that much meat." 

Tim said, "Jeez, our dad only had a five-inch dick? I've got more than that. 
Seven inches, at least." 

"So what? You've never done anything with it except piss and jack off." 

"What have you done, squirt?" 

"I've had a woman feel mine." 

"Who?" Tim asked doubtfully. 

"Aunt Em." 

"When you were a runty kid with a heat rash. Putting on salve doesn't 
count." 

"I still remember. I almost shot off in her hand." 

"How could you shoot off? You weren't old enough to have cum. I'm not sure 
you're old enough now." 

"I've got plenty of cum!" Tommy said sharply. He got damn tired of being the 
little brother. "I have to jack off three, sometimes four times a day just 
to keep it under control." 

"Oh, yeah? Let's see you jack off right now. Watching Mom get fucked ought 
to make your little dickie real hot." 

"My 'little dickie' is bigger than yours, and I'm not through growing!" 

"Show me." 

"Shit, no." 

"Is your cock as big as his?" Tim asked, glancing in the bedroom window 
again. 

Jack Randolph was up on the bed, hunched over their mother on hands and 
knees. His back was arched high and his huge prick was just fucking into 
June's tiny cunt. 

"It's damn near that big when I get real hard," Tommy said straight-faced. 
He was telling the truth. His cock was nine inches long when fully erect. On 
a young boy who was otherwise small and slightly built, it looked grossly 
out of proportion. 

Jack rammed his fucker into their mother with a deep grunt, hiking and 
twisting his cock in her, then rocking back and forth so the spur wheel 
stimulated her clit. 

"Oooh, God!" she cried. "Oooh, God ... that's good! So good! Fuck me, Jack. 
Fuck me hard! Make it hurt, you son of a bitch!" 

Tim couldn't help it-watching his mother fuck like a whore made him so horny 
that he just had to jack off. He was so excited, he almost fell out of the 
tree. 

Tommy didn't want to watch what his brother was doing, so he kept his eyes 
on their mother's bedroom window. Jack Randolph was fucking his prick into 
her like a pile driver, humping up and slamming down, slapping his hairy 
loins on her soft flesh with a sound almost as loud as the leather paddle 
he'd used. 

After a few minutes, Tommy couldn't take any more. Bashful or not, he 
whipped his prick out and started pumping the long cockshaft with his hand. 
The brothers both came in less than a minute, but Randolph was still 
relentlessly fucking their mother. 

The cock harness he wore was his secret. A ring of leather around the root 
of his cock constricted it, trapping the hot blood of his erection. He could 
fuck for hours on end, pumping that spur wheel so the woman climaxed dozens 
of times before he was through with her. 

Tim's sticky cum shot so far that it splattered the window screen and 
dripped down. Not to be outdone, Tommy slanted his stiff cock up as it let 
go and fired a creamy hot blast that struck even higher. Before the two 
hot-blooded young boys were through, the screen was half covered with 
spatters of cum. 

"Jeez," Tommy said. "What's mom gonna say when she sees that?" 

"When it dries, she'll think it's bird shit." 

"Now what are we gonna do?" Tommy asked. "I'm tired of watching them fuck." 

"Yeah, so am I. And jacking off doesn't do it for me anymore. We should find 
us a real pussy to fuck." 

Tommy thought about that while they were climbing down. 

"Where are we gonna find a girl that would let us fuck her?" he asked when 
they hit the ground. 

Tim flashed a lewd grin Tommy could see even with the black ski mask 
covering his brother's face. "Who said she had to let us?" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Cindy Randolph was watching TV and brushing her long honey-blonde hair. 
Brought forward, it streamed down to a golden swirl in her lap. 

Her mother Edna was out playing bridge with her friends as she did every 
Friday night. The way that group liked to talk, she'd be gone until at least 
one in the morning. And her father would not be home much before that. 

She had a good idea what he was doing, and it made the young girl smirk 
slyly whenever she thought about it. Her father Jack was fucking some other 
woman. Cindy hadn't figured out who it was this time, but she knew he had 
some sleazy bitch on the string. 

Because she was so young, small and sweet looking, everyone thought Cindy 
was a total innocent-but that could hardly have been further from the truth. 
She had a wireless microphone planted under her parents' bed. It was one of 
her father's electronic devices, and the girl knew enough about his work to 
make it serve her purpose. 

Cindy knew that her parents argued a lot about sex and she liked to listen. 

Her mother was a frigid bitch who liked her father's big cock the way most 
women liked snakes. She didn't want to touch his prick or even look at it. 
About once a month, Edna let him fuck her, just so she'd have something to 
bitch about. 

Cindy wondered sometimes why her father stayed married to her mother. Maybe 
because she was a good cook, kept a neat house and let him fool around all 
he wanted. She encouraged him to fuck other women whenever he wanted. 

"Just be discreet," was all she said. "I don't want to know about it. And I 
don't want any of the neighbors to know." 

Being young and almost incurably romantic, Cindy could not understand a 
marriage of convenience. She wanted thrilling romance when she got married, 
the kind she read about in paperback books. 

But lately the shy, hinted-at sex in those love stories was not enough to 
satisfy her curiosity. And one night like this when her parents were both 
out of the house, Cindy had made a delightful discovery. Her father had a 
fabulous collection of adult movies on videotape. 

He kept them in a cabinet that was securely locked, but Cindy had found a 
way to get into it. The hardboard panel behind the cabinet was put on with 
screws. She could get it off in less than a minute and watch explicit sex 
films on their big-screen color TV when her parents were gone. 

That was what she was doing while brushing her hair. She was doing it stark 
naked, teasing her clit with the handle of the hairbrush at the end of every 
stroke. Her long, honey-blonde hair was silky soft, as sensuous feeling as 
the fur of her mother's mink coat. 

Cindy had that coat draped across her legs, her left arm halfway into a 
satin-lined sleeve. She liked soft, sensuous things and so was stroking her 
naked tits and belly with the downy black fur. It made her sharp-jutting 
little tits tingle and her tiny pink nipples swell pebble hard. She was 
cooing and purring, watching a handsome porno star fondle tits that were 
easily three times the size of hers. Cindy watched intently and tried to 
match his every move ... thinking how her parents would both shit if they 
knew what she was doing. 

* * * 

Tim and Tommy rode their bikes down the alley behind the Randolphs' house. 
It was dark and deserted. 

They put their bikes out of sight in case anyone happened to drive by. 

Tim had had a bright idea while they were making their way through the 
construction site behind their house. 

He had found some scrap pieces of lumber just less than a foot long, and a 
big roll of black electrician's tape. They sat down and taped a scrap of 
thick wood under each foot. That made them look taller than they really 
were. 

The back gate was open and so was the Randolphs' sliding glass door. This 
was a nice neighborhood of upper middle-class homes where people had little 
to fear. The local police and a private security service hired by the 
Neighborhood Association patrolled the streets on a regular basis, wary of 
anyone they didn't know. 

Tim clumped into the house, trying to be quiet as he could, but making a lot 
of noise because of the stiff wooden blocks taped under his running shoes. 

Cindy didn't hear him or Tommy, who made even more noise, first because she 
had the TV on so loud, second because she had fingerfucked herself to a 
grinding climax. The tiny young blonde was grunting and moaning lewd cries 
of delight as loud as the actress on the X-rated videotape. 

"Jeez," Tommy whispered to Tim. "She must be fucking somebody already." 

"That's just the TV," his brother said. 

Tim was farther ahead and could see the screen. He watched for a moment and 
decided the action wasn't nearly as exciting as things they'd seen through 
their mother's bedroom window. 

He crept ahead and peered through an open door into the living room. There 
he saw Cindy kicked back in her father's recliner, whirling her clit with 
one hand and rubbing her perky little tits with the sleeve of a black mink 
coat pulled over her other hand. 

"Jeee-zuuus!" he exclaimed half under his breath. "I knew she was a sexy 
little bitch, but take a look at that." 

Tim pulled back so his brother could see without exposing too much of 
himself in the doorway. 

"God damn, looks like we got here just in time. That girl wants cock in the 
worst way." 

"And that's just how we're going to give it to her," Tim said with a smirk. 
"In the worst way." 

Tommy had some misgivings until then. He knew Cindy was a virgin-a 
beautiful, doll-like little girl closely looked after by both her parents. 
But she was also a merciless cock-tease, flaunting her budding tits and her 
cute little ass whenever her mother and father weren't looking. Now, 
watching her play with herself, he knew for sure how horny the little bitch 
really was. 

"I'll go first and gag her," Tim said. "You get in there quick with the 
wire." 

They had planned it all out at the construction site, but Tim thought the 
basics could stand repeating. 

"I know, I know," Tommy said, tired of being treated like a dumb little 
brother. He had a coil of electrician's wire, a pair of side-cutting pliers 
and the rest of the roll of stretchy black tape all held tight in his left 
hand. 

Tim was holding their handkerchiefs, both wadded together and soaked with 
piss. The piss soaking was also Tim's idea, because he had the hots for 
young Cindy and she wouldn't give him the time of day. He had to take a leak 
before they started, and he thought his piss was too good to waste. 

He clumped into the room where she was like a blundering robot, lurching and 
falling just as he reached the side of her tipped-back chair. He plunged the 
piss-soaked wad of cloth into Cindy's gaping mouth just as she opened it to 
scream. 

Tommy followed, also stumbling, and hurriedly wrapped black electrician's 
tape around the gag and the back of her head, three tight loops that bound 
the gag securely in place. 

She tried to scream but could only make muffled noises not half as loud as 
the TV. Tim pinned her arms at her sides and nodded his head. The boys had 
planned everything out so they wouldn't have to say a word. Masked and 
standing taller than usual, how could anyone recognize them except by voice? 

Tommy moved in with a loop of wire, snaking it around Cindy and the back of 
the chair. He cut it to length and twisted the ends together with pliers. 

One loop of wire went around her chest and upper arms, another around her 
waist and near her wrists. Then they tightened two more loops, one just 
above her knees, the other right at her ankles. 

To settle which one would get to fuck first, they had measured their cocks 
with a carpenter's rule-agreeing the shortest prick should go first for the 
sake of their victim. For the very first time in his life, Tommy did not 
mind being second behind his older brother. 

Tim wedged his knees between Cindy's wired-down legs and forced them apart. 
She gave a gurgling moan, her blue eyes wide with fright. 

She saw two masked men, both about six feet tall, both wearing jeans and 
identical black shirts. Both with their flies open and their pricks sticking 
out. The one that drew her attention most was poised right over her heaving, 
hairless young pussy mound. 

Tim worked his bulbous cockhead into her tight, hot little cunt slit. Cindy 
was smaller than him. But he was too horny to feel much in the way of 
sympathy. Her tiny little pussy was still quivering and seeping 
sweet-scented virgin fuck honey because she had just teased herself to a 
climax. 

He centered his throbbing cock between her taut, completely hairless 
cuntlips and rammed down. Her muffled scream of horror almost blasted the 
piss-soaked gag from her mouth. Cindy's eyes bulged and she felt like her 
lower body had been split in two. 

Actually, only a thin web of flesh had been torn, but that was her precious 
cherry-her virgin seal, tattered and destroyed. Cindy was no longer a little 
girl in any real sense. She had just been made the woman she longed to be. 

But this wasn't blissful love like that in the romantic novels she read. 
This was brutal and heartless violation. This was rape! The two guys had her 
wired helpless in her father's chair. One had already bloodied his prick in 
her virgin pussy, and the other stood waiting and watching, so anxious for 
his turn that he could hardly stand it. 

Cindy watched the masked man arch his back, pulling his cock from her 
ravaged pussy as though in slow motion, letting her study each vein-ridged 
inch as it emerged. Along with her sheening fuck honey, his awful cock was 
smeared with streaks of blood that seeped from her torn cherry. 

Shocks rippled through her small body like tidal waves of pain. One after 
another crested and crashed down. She felt crushed under his driving weight, 
hardly able to breathe, and then that awful thing was fucking in again. 

Cindy tasted the rank dampness of the gag taped in her mouth-she had no idea 
what that was. It was something so foul that it made her eyes water, so 
bitter that her stomach churned and heaved as though to cast it out. 

Her pussy clenched and pulsed with the same kind of motion, cinching tight 
when the masked rapist drew back so that maybe he could not fuck that awful 
thing into her again. But he did, time after time, like driving the ram into 
an old-time butter churn. He cock-whipped her simmering fuck honey into a 
heated froth made pink by the oozing of her virgin blood. 

Tommy felt an odd twinge of excitement. Not long ago, he had watched his 
mother get fucked. Now he was watching his brother fuck a young girl whom 
their cocks had both ached for. He found that even more exciting, knowing 
that he would fuck her next. 

He glanced down and saw the black mink coat Cindy had been using to stroke 
her tits while she had fingered her clit. He often used things of his 
mother's to disguise the feel of his own hand when he jacked off. One of her 
silk scarfs, or a pair of her sleek nylon panties. 

Thick, dark, silky black fur looked even more enticing. He picked up one 
sleeve, pushed his hand inside and curled it around his throbbing cock 
shaft. The fur tingled his cock like millions of tiny fingers. 

Then he clamped harder, the way he'd always thought a real pussy would. The 
rich fur still padded his hand and made it feel slinky-soft no matter how 
hard he squeezed. Tommy gritted his teeth in the tension of delight and 
whipped himself off for the second time that night, gushing a flood of 
silver-white cum all across the back of Edna Randolph's elegant black mink 
coat. 

Tommy felt bad about that for just a moment. Then he thought, what the hell 
... she can have it cleaned ... but there's no way anybody can unfuck her 
little girl. Her cherry had been torn, and Tim was still fucking his cock 
into her like a steam hammer. 

She grunted, moaned and squirmed each time his cock stabbed into her pussy. 
Cindy tossed her head, flailing her long honey-blonde hair, eyes wide with a 
sick look of shame and disgust. 

What disgusted her most were hot tremors rippling up from the depths of her 
cunt. Being anything but the sweet, totally innocent young thing most people 
thought, Cindy recognized the contractions of an approaching climax-an 
orgasm far greater than any she had ever managed by self-stimulation. 

Her teeth chomped on the piss-soaked handkerchief gag, squeezing out the 
foul taste so that it dripped down her throat, burning like acid. She 
writhed and squirmed, pumping her hips at the cock hammering into her bloody 
cunthole. 

"Fungh mungh," she kept groaning, trying to say fuck me. His cock was 
driving her wild, fucking in one way and then another. 

Cindy came twice before his cock fired, then she climaxed again when she 
felt his hot jism gush. His cock throbbed in her like the bladder of a 
breathing machine ... in and out, jetting hot cum on each spearing 
downstroke. 

Her wild, frantic contractions pitched to a fevered peak, and his cock was 
still pumping cum into her. Cindy felt weak, moaning and sucking on the 
piss-soaked gag, trying to catch her breath. When he finished, the first guy 
rolled off of her and the second one scrambled into place. 

His throbbing cock was longer, thicker and even more wicked looking. A 
pearly drop of cum was still clinging to its knobbed tip. He smeared that 
around on her clit without making a sound, then he plunged into her and 
fucked like a wild man, driving and twisting his huge prick in ways she 
would not have thought possible. 

The second masked man hunched forward and furrowed the bloody floor of her 
ravaged cunt, then he reared back and prodded the domed roof of tender 
flesh. He found some small parts of cherry not yet completely torn, and he 
ripped them asunder. 

He thrust off to the left, then off to the right. He fucked straight and 
fast into her with a cunt-splitting hot ram, then he took a delicious long 
time and spiraled his way down as though determined to screw her cute little 
ass to the chair. 

Cindy climaxed with him more times than she could count, falling in love 
with the unknown rapist's huge prick. He seemed to like her, too. He kissed 
her tiny pink nipples through the mouth-slit of his mask, swaying his head 
from side to side. 

While gently tongue-teasing her tender nipples, he rammed in viciously hard 
with his cock. Then he fucked her with slow, almost loving cock-strokes and 
sucked on her tits. 

Then he gave it to her hard, rough and fast tits and pussy brutally ravaged 
at the same time, but pained in a way that brought eerie spasms of rapture 
that racked her small body from head to toe. 

When he came, it was like a volcanic upheaval. Cindy had just seen him jack 
off and shoot cum all across the back of her mother's mink coat, but he had 
a load ready for her that seemed endless. 

His cock plunged into her like a plumber using one of those rubber cup 
things to unstop a sink. And her pussy was already awash with cum from the 
jetting cock of masked man number one. Two cocks had filled her pussy to 
overflowing with cum. She could feel hot jism and sticky virgin blood 
dripping down her thighs, puddling under her cute little ass. 

Her creamy ass cheeks were hot and chafed raw from bounding up and down on 
the pebble-textured artificial leather cover of her father's reclining 
chair. 

Cindy fucked harder and faster. Her tiny, taut little ass bobbed up and down 
in a blur. 

Cindy felt the tightly twisted wires dent and burn her soft flesh, but she 
didn't care about that. Nor did she care about the crotch-splitting pain of 
a big cock fucking in and out of her tight cunt. Half the time, she couldn't 
even remember which one it was. Big and bigger was how she thought of them. 

Tommy made her cum at least six times during his second turn. Jacking off 
twice and having a great first round with her gave him fantastic control. 

Tommy thought he might never cum when he fucked her the second time. 

He drilled and twisted, using every possible combination of moves he could 
think of, and still his balls felt drained ... his cock hard and useless as 
an empty cannon barrel. 

But each of Cindy's tortured climaxes came stronger than the one before. The 
girl had a pussy that fucked like a milking machine. Second time around, if 
he thrust left, she threw her wringing tight cunt to his right. If he plowed 
into the other side wall, she wrenched the opposite way. He slammed down and 
she bucked up, almost popping the gag from her mouth with her straining 
effort. 

This sweet, innocent, doll-like little girl did not fuck like a whore ... 
she put the world's best whores all to shame. And this was her first time, 
tied down at that. Tommy began to think if they turned her loose, Cindy's 
cunt would be a real cock-killer. 

They left her gagged and tied in her father's tilted-back reclining chair. 
Tim popped another cassette into Jack Randolph's videotape player ... what 
just happened to be the raunchiest fuck-flick the man owned. Tim thought 
that was fitting. It was all S&M, whips and chains, and more female pain in 
the first five minutes than most women would experience in a lifetime. 

Tommy took pity on the little blue-eyed blonde who watched the screen with 
tears streaming, having just experienced something all too similar to the 
action portrayed on the TV screen. Her small body and hairless pussy 
shivered. Anguished contractions squeezed virgin blood and spent cum from 
her ravaged pussy. 

Thinking she shivered because she was cold, Tommy spread her mother's mink 
coat over her like a blanket. He put it fur side down and stroked her 
trembling body just as she was doing when they walked in. 

Cindy began to coo and purr as the soft richness of sleek fur replaced rough 
hands. Tim gave a nod and they went out through the kitchen, clumping along 
with the hard wooden blocks taped under their shoes. 

They found two cases of beer and a case of champagne in the pantry. Tim 
decided they should take those. He grabbed the case of champagne and 
motioned with his head for Tommy to take the beer. Why not? They really had 
something to celebrate. 

The shitty thing was, and Tommy didn't think of that until they walked out 
the sliding glass door at the back of the house, the way they'd done it ... 
they couldn't tell a soul. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Tim and Tommy went back to the construction site, into the basement of an 
unfinished house right behind theirs. They sat drinking warm beer, 
discussing what they had done ... and what they might do next. Fucking Cindy 
wasn't enough. 

They stayed up until dawn, drinking a six-pack of beer apiece and making 
bold plans that sober they would not have had the courage to even consider. 

The first part was easy. They decided to make that unfinished basement their 
secret headquarters. The carpenters and electricians were on strike, so no 
work went on during the day. Their things weren't likely to be found. 

There was a storage closet set into the back wall of the basement. They put 
the beer that was left and the unopened case of champagne in there along 
with the black masks, shirts and gloves they'd worn. 

Then they made a list-things they needed to make their basement headquarters 
more comfortable. First, an ice chest to keep the beer cold. And some 
candles so they wouldn't have to stumble around in the dark. Those they 
could get from their family camping outfit. None of that stuff had been used 
since their father died. It wouldn't be missed.... 

Breakfast that morning was a real drag. They were both tired and 
sleepy-eyed, hung over because they weren't used to drinking beer. 

Their mother looked bright and cheerful, as usual. No one would have guessed 
she had been fucked in bondage until after midnight. June Simpson looked 
perfectly normal except that she was wearing a long-sleeved blouse and 
slacks on a warm summer day. She had to cover the rope burns still smarting 
on her wrists and ankles, but she showed no other sign of mistreatment. 

She insisted on fixing the boys a big breakfast, even though all they wanted 
was some sleep. That was taken care of when the phone rang. 

It was Edna Randolph calling to tell her best friend that Cindy had been 
raped by two men the night before. 

The woman was hysterical, talking so loud that Tim and Tommy could hear most 
of what she said. 

"They were big men, both over six feet tall," Edna wailed over the phone. 
"And they had ... they had enormous sex organs. A foot long, Cindy told me." 

Tim and Tommy found it hard not to laugh. Cindy had exaggerated her ordeal, 
or maybe the boys' cocks had seemed that big to a frightened little girl. 

"Have you called the police?" June asked with concern. 

"No. We don't want Cindy to suffer any more than she has already. They would 
make her go over the whole thing again. Detectives would be asking questions 
all around the neighborhood. It would be awful. Everyone would know what 
happened to her, and we don't want that." 

"I understand," June said with sympathy. 

The boys were relieved. Neither had thought of the attack as a serious crime 
until then. They were glad the cops hadn't been called ... even if Cindy's 
description was misleading. 

"Jack says he'll find those men himself and make them suffer," Edna said, 
with her voice straining as though she wanted to watch. "He wants to 
castrate them both!" 

Tommy and Tim's faces both paled. Their hands dropped into their laps. They 
looked so guilty and fearful, it was a good thing their mother wasn't 
watching. 

She asked: "Is there anything I can do?" 

"Yes, come over right now, would you? I really need someone to talk with. 
Jack too, and we don't want anyone else in the neighborhood to know what 
happened." 

June left right away to comfort her closest friend. She told the boys just 
that Cindy had been hurt. Not how. Tommy waited tersely until the door 
closed behind her. 

Then he said: "Jesus ... Jack Randolph wants to cut off our balls!" 

"Relax, little brother. He's looking for two men over six feet tall. They 
don't suspect us." 

"It's still scary!" 

"Exciting, I think. Imagine how pissed he'll be when we fuck his wife." 

"Oh, shit! We can't do that!" 

"Why not? While he's out looking for bad guys, we'll show Cindy's mother 
what she missed." 

* * * 

Their mother came home to fix supper and said: "I'm going out with Mr. 
Randolph tonight. We're going to look for the men that ... that hurt Cindy." 

"Why doesn't his wife go with him?" Tim asked. 

"Because she's too upset to do anything. She took a sleeping pill and went 
to bed early." 

The boys exchanged wry glances, knowing what Jack really wanted to do that 
night-to fuck their mother in bondage again. Tie her up like a helpless 
slave and fuck the shit out of her. That made what they were planning seem 
well justified. 

Just before dark, they went to the unfinished basement they had spent the 
day outfitting as an improvised torture chamber. They dressed in their black 
clothes and walked around to the back of the Randolph house. 

Tonight the gate and the sliding glass door were locked, but Tim had 
expected that. He had brought a pry bar, and that made short work of both 
locks. 

They had been in the Randolph house enough times to know the layout. With 
Tim leading and Tommy following close behind, they went down the hall to the 
master bedroom. They passed Cindy's room on the way, paused outside and 
heard her snoring. 

It was perfectly quiet inside the master bedroom. After taking a sleeping 
pill, Edna Randolph went out like a light. Her door was also locked, but it 
gave way to the pry bar without making enough noise to wake her up. 

Tim and Tommy walked into the room, shuffling their feet because they had 
the wooden blocks on again to make them seem taller. One went around each 
side of the bed, both smirking behind their ski masks. 

Tommy slapped a broad strip of silver duct tape over the woman's closed 
lips, pressing down hard to stick them tightly shut. She awoke with a start, 
eyes flaring wide as she struggled to sit up, making muffled noises of stark 
terror. 

Edna could only see their eyes leering at her through slits in the ski masks 
fit snugly over their heads. They were dark, evil-looking eyes. 

They wrestled with the terrified woman, forcing her to lie face down. With 
senses dulled and her strength weakened by the sleeping pill, she was no 
match at all for the two of them. They wrenched her arms behind her back and 
bound her wrists together with duct tape. 

She squirmed frantically, sweating and straining in a long, high-necked 
nightgown really too warm for summer wear. They dragged Edna out of bed and 
forced her to stand beside it. Tim dropped to his knees with a length of 
stout wire and the side-cutting pliers they had used the night before. 

He twisted a tight loop around each ankle, leaving a foot of slack between. 
She could walk, taking short steps, but not run. Tommy pulled the case off 
one of the pillows on her bed. He put that over her head, yanking it down to 
fit snug. Then he gathered and taped it around her neck. 

Edna felt a cold rush of fear that made her shiver like someone standing 
naked in a winter storm. The tremors became so violent that she could hardly 
stand. They pushed her toward the door; bound, gagged and blindfolded. 

She lurched and stumbled. Only their strong hands kept her upright. Tommy 
grabbed her mink coat off a chair by the bedroom door and put that over her 
shoulders. Then they guided her down the hall toward the sliding door at the 
back of the house. 

Once outside the door, Edna had no idea where she was. They turned left, 
then right and left again. She tried to keep track of the turns and the 
steps taken between, but that soon became too complicated for her to 
remember. In her panicked state of mind, she could hardly remember her own 
name. 

She was aware of walking across bare dirt, then down some rough wooden 
stairs to a cold concrete floor. Without slippers, her tender feet were very 
sensitive. 

Tim and Tommy had planned their route to the unfinished house to minimize 
the chance of being seen by nosy neighbors. Once safe in their underground 
chamber, Tommy lit candles to light the room with a flickering glow. 

When the candles were all lit, they loosened the tape around Edna's neck and 
pulled the pillowcase off her head. She was a tall woman, and both her 
attackers were shorter than her. Her terrified mind made note, they were not 
as tall as Cindy had thought. She was also desperately hoping their cocks 
were not as large as her daughter had said. Edna had no doubt they planned 
to rape her. That kind of lewd gleam flashed brightly in their dark eyes. 

Tommy pulled the mink coat off her back and threw it into a corner. Tim came 
at her in front, holding a heavy pair of shears used to cut sheet metal. He 
bent down and started snipping at the hem of her long nightgown, steadily 
working his way up between her long, slender legs. 

Edna felt more icy shocks of fear. The shears slid over her cunt mound, 
making her cringe. They clicked upward, chilling her belly, working between 
her heaving tits. Those were big cones, so firm that her jutting nipples 
tilted upward toward her chin. 

She could feel both of the boys staring at her. The heat of savage lust in 
their eyes made her skin crawl. Edna did not like to be seen naked, even by 
her husband, even though she had the trim body and sleek curves of a fashion 
model. 

Tim and Tommy had no idea how sexy she was. Their mother dressed modestly, 
but Edna went to even greater lengths to conceal her sex appeal. She dressed 
like a frump and wore her light-brown hair in a bun. 

Tommy circled behind her and started pulling the pins out of the bun. Edna 
felt the tight coil unwind and tumble down to the middle of her back. Even 
the touch of her own hair made the woman cringe. 

The masked man standing in front of her kept cutting with the icy cold 
shears-up to the neck of her old-fashioned nightgown, down one sleeve and 
then the other. He yanked away the ruined nightgown that was cut wide open 
and left her standing stark naked. 

She blushed with hot shame and felt shivering chills at the same time. 
Edna's dread of sex made it more of an ordeal for her than most women. Even 
her young daughter had suffered less. 

The boys had prepared a place for her during the day. They had found a heavy 
sheet of plywood flooring not yet nailed down and used a saw to make the 
cut-out figure of a woman with arms and legs spread. 

They had that bridged over the top of two sawhorses, and now they pushed her 
toward the cut-out figure that so closely resembled her own. 

Edna cowered, planting her feet and trying to hold back. Tommy was behind 
her, yanking off the sticky tape that bound her wrists. It pulled out downy 
soft little hairs everywhere it had stuck, leaving a broad wake of sore red 
skin and burning hot pain. 

Until now she had been at least partly relieved by the way things were 
going. They hadn't sexually assaulted her as suddenly as the terrifying 
attack on her daughter the night before. 

But her last vague hope of rescue vanished when they forced her to lie down 
on the wooden cut-out. Edna was sobbing hysterically, too numbed by her 
chilling fear to offer effective resistance. 

They went around her prone figure, each holding a roll of silver duct tape. 
They bound her wrists to the outstretched arms of the wooden female figure. 
Then they unwired and taped her ankles to the spread wooden legs. 

The edges of the wooden figure were left rough and splintered by the saw, 
and it had been cut slightly smaller than she was. Sharp splinters pricked 
her skin. 

Not content with just taping her wrists and ankles, they also wrapped tight 
binding strips around her arms just above the elbow, and both legs above the 
knee. Then they wrapped tape around her waist, cinching that to the wooden 
female form bridged flat over the two sawhorses. 

One of them wrapped tape around her neck and that of the prickly figure on 
which she lay bound. The other stuck tape on her forehead and pulled that 
around the oval of wood below, also sticking it in the hair on the sides of 
her head. 

Edna Randolph dreaded restraint almost as much as sex. When she was young, 
her parents had tied her in a chair for punishment, making her sit for hours 
in a small, dark closet, unable to move her arms and legs. 

When she was tightly tied down, they stood at her feet and took off their 
pants, pulling down their underwear at the same time. Their throbbing hard 
cocks leaped out like a pair of wild animals just freed from a cage. 

One brief glimpse made her wince and clamp her eyes shut, but the image 
lingered. Their cocks were not as large as Cindy had said-but they still 
looked fearsome in the flickering candlelight. 

While her eyes were tightly shut, each boy popped a marble into his mouth, 
rolling it under his tongue. They didn't like the idea of remaining silent 
as they had the night before. It would be more fun to talk and torment the 
bitch they were fucking with words as well as their hard cocks. 

"Her pussy isn't hot like Cindy's was last night," Tim observed. 

"Shit, no. It's colder than the beer we drank to celebrate." 

"Think we ought to whip her to heat it up? That's what her husband was doing 
to Mrs. Simpson last night while Cindy got fucked." 

Edna's eyes flashed open and her face turned white as a ghost. Tim reached 
out and tore off the tape sealed over her lips. That uprooted the small, 
almost invisible hairs around her taut lips. She howled from the sharp pain. 

"No! Not June. Not with my Jack." 

"Yes," Tim insisted. "It's the middle of July, but last night your husband 
was in June. And that wasn't the first time they fucked." 

She tried to shake her head, but the tape was so tight that she could hardly 
move. "June wouldn't do that. She's my best friend!" 

"Your husband's, too," Tim said with a smirk. "He likes her in 
bondage-helpless like you are now. That's what gave us the idea." 

"They're probably going at it again right now. That was a lot of shit about 
looking for us. They're out hunting for a place to fuck, and they must have 
found the No-Tell Motel by now," Tommy said with the marble rolling around 
under his tongue. 

Now with her own fears, Edna had the torment of knowing her husband was 
fucking her closest friend ... that he had sneaked out to do that the night 
their daughter was raped. She blamed him for what happened as much as the 
two men who actually ravaged poor Cindy. 

Tim was staring at Edna's hairy cunt. She had a muff of pussy hair that 
reached almost to the points of her hips, golden brown curls so thick the 
boys couldn't see her cringing pussylips. 

"I like hairless cunts like Cindy's," Tim remarked. 

"Me too," Tommy agreed. "Want to shave it?" 

"No, we didn't bring a razor. Let's use more tape." 

They both laughed and stuck strips of duct tape across the woman's writhing 
pussy mound. She thought that was all they planned to do, cover her cunt 
hair with tape. But they pressed it down firmly with their gloved hands, and 
then they yanked it off. 

Edna's broad spread of cunt hair stuck to the tape more securely than it was 
rooted in her tender flesh. Gobs of it were ripped out, causing a hot fire 
of excruciating pain that made her almost pass out. 

A shrill scream echoed long and hard in the basement room, but they knew no 
one outside could hear what went on down there. 

"There's still some hair left on her pussy," Tim said in his disguised 
voice. "Why don't we tape her again and rip off the rest?" 

"Why not?" Tommy laughed, slapping another strip of tape down hard on the 
woman's partly denuded pussy mound. 

Edna howled again, louder than the first time because now her skin was even 
more tender. It was flame red where the sticky tape had uprooted her cunt 
hair, blazing with pain that sank into her pussy like a hot knife. 

Her arms and shoulders wrenched as she tried vainly to reach down and sooth 
the painful wound. 

Tim decided to do that for her. He slipped an arm into the sleeve of her 
mink coat and rubbed the silky fur all around her pussy mound. 

"Cindy was doing this last night," he said. "She must think it's "sexy. Her 
pussy was really hot and wet when we fucked her." 

The girl's mother gave a sad moan. That explained what the elegant fur she 
was so proud of was doing out of her closet ... why one of them had shot his 
disgusting cum all down the back of her gorgeous coat. 

"She was also twiddling her clit with the handle of a hairbrush, having an 
orgasm while she was watching her old man's dirty movies." 

Edna moaned again, wishing the two vile men would not tell her such things 
... even if they were true. Bondage and abuse were bad enough without having 
her illusions shattered, as well. 

"We don't have a hairbrush," Tim said with pretended sadness. 

"Don't matter. She doesn't have any cunt hair," Tommy said. 

"So we'll have to twiddle your clit with our tongues," the older brother 
went on. Both of them were anxious to eat pussy. That was one of many 
unfulfilled sexual fantasies they intended to see realized with Mrs. 
Randolph. 

They had agreed that Tommy would go first this time. He lowered his head 
into the V of her crotch, smacking his lips inside the ski mask. He planted 
a tongue-wagging kiss on her plucked pussylips and heard her breathe in with 
a sharp gasp. 

Edna thought oral sex in any form was perversion. She writhed and twisted in 
helpless frustration while he whirled his tongue around her cuntlips. Her 
pussy was more tense than Cindy's and not so softly fleshed. 

The skin all around her plucked cunt slit was reddened and smarting with 
pain that burned deep where her pussy hairs had been rooted. The woolly ski 
mask chafed her tender flesh and made her pain worse. 

Tommy gasped for breath, thrilled by the strong scent and slick wetness of 
the woman's cunt. He burrowed into her cringing pussy slit, stirred the 
slow-seeping honey inside and then hooked back to taste a big gulp. 

She heaved a racking sob. To Edna, his tongue felt like a hideous fat worm 
wiggling into her pussy. Tommy savored the sharp-tasting musk that wet her 
cringing cunt. Edna gasped and moaned again, afraid to think what 
insufferable pain there would be when he rammed his cock in. 

He thrust hard and fast, drawing back to curl his tongue around her juicy 
clit. Edna had a plump button of tender nerves seldom touched because she 
never stimulated herself and didn't like her husband to do it. 

She begged him to stop, but her masked tormentor only laughed between 
cunt-licking gulps. Her tremors of anguish and loathing became more violent, 
burning the flesh bound under the tightly wrapped silver tape. 

Edna did not realize what was happening to her at first. The woman had never 
experienced orgasm-not once in her whole life. Not until then. 

When the wrenching tremors and rippling contractions began, she let out a 
blood-curdling scream ... certain that she was suffering a heart attack. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Edna Randolph did not die as she expected-as she almost hoped she would. All 
her senses seemed sharper than ever before. Each agonizing tremor was felt 
in vivid detail, the way her pussy clenched, convulsed and rippled under her 
attacker's wet tongue. 

She felt the heat and the spastic waves of motion spread, sinking into the 
tunnel of her ass and fanning outward to reach her fingers and toes. The 
sensations of this madness went from fearsome pain to anguished confusion. 
Edna's mind refused to believe she could enjoy having her cunt sucked to a 
climax. 

Tommy liked hearing the bitch babble and moan, gasping again and again. Edna 
had been taught to believe no proper woman really enjoyed sex. It was only 
something a wife had to endure. 

She thought women who gave in to lewd pleasure must have loose morals. On 
that, June Simpson disagreed. Edna remembered her saying that it was 
perfectly natural, and certainly something to be enjoyed. 

Now thinking about June made her wince. The bitch had been fucking her 
husband, no doubt tempting him with a sluttish cunt that climaxed every 
time. Then she wondered about her daughter Cindy. Had the girl been forced 
to orgasm by the depravity of two vicious strangers? 

Just moments ago, Edna would not have thought that possible, but now it was 
happening to her. She was having an orgasm she didn't want, coming to a 
screaming climax with a man she didn't even know. 

The idea sickened and disgusted her conscious mind, but that did not slow 
the spreading heat or weaken the convulsive spasms that racked her pussy and 
ass-even her toes and fingertips. 

How could this be happening to her? How could she find thrilling pleasure in 
vile abuse? How could she respond to obscene indignity? One answer kept 
flashing through her mind. She was not the good woman, wife and mother she'd 
always thought herself to be. Underneath it all, she was a slut like all the 
others who gave themselves freely and enjoyed lust. 

"Nnnooo!" she screamed. 

She took a deep breath as the shock waves of lewd delight neared their peak. 
Edna winced and sobbed, straining against the tape that kept her bound flat, 
so rigid she could hardly move. 

The crest of that emotional wave passed and she settled back, experiencing a 
sinking sensation like slowly gliding down from some eerie place beyond 
reach of her imagination. 

"You act like that never happened to you before," Tommy said, wagging his 
tongue into a taut womanly cunt slit that was really simmering its sultry 
wet heat now. 

"It hasn't," she sobbed. "And it won't happen again. I won't let it." 

He laughed and said: "That was just a warm up. Wait till you cum on my big 
cock!" 

"No, you can't do that to me! I'm a married woman ... a faithful wife!" 

"You're the mother of a hot little bitch," Tim said. "Cindy likes fucking. I 
can't remember how many times she came last night." 

Edna's pathetic sobbing increased. As the frenzied spasms of climax eased to 
let her anguished body relax, the horror of what these two men had done came 
clear in her mind once again. There was only one thing she could think of 
that might be worse ... what they were going to do next. 

Tommy's cock was more than ready for that. Sucking a tangy cunt made him 
unbearably horny. 

Tim was feeling the same tension, or worse because he was merely a 
bystander. He had rubbed the woman's tits with fur while she whined and 
wailed her way to rapture, fascinated by the way teasing soft caresses made 
her tits heave. 

He was also intrigued by the differences he'd noticed in women's tits. His 
mother's tits were the largest he'd ever seen, creamy big cones that made 
his mouth water even now. And they were topped by plump nipples he could 
almost feel with his restless tongue. 

Cindy was smaller, more delicate. Her nipples were tiny, in perfect 
proportion. Her mother was somewhere between the two. Her tits were 
resilient sharp peaks crowned with taut little tips and silver-dollar-sized 
rings of rumpled flesh. 

Tim bent down and kissed one tit while Tommy climbed up on her, arched with 
his hands and knees resting on the sawhorses that supported the wooden 
cut-out on which she lay bound. Edna's glassy eyes stared at his cock. 

Fear clenched her simmering wet cunt like a tight knot. A wife's duty 
required her to submit to Jack's desire once in a while, but she could not 
give herself willingly to a fiend who had raped her daughter the night 
before. 

"No, please don't." 

But he laughed and leaned forward, balancing carefully as his cock aimed at 
her cringing pussy and came down. 

Tommy could not free a hand to guide his cock. He was balanced precariously 
enough as it was. He wished they had made the platform larger, but he was 
too anxious to think much about mechanical details. 

The taste of her cunt was still strong in his mouth. It was sharp like 
whiskey, slick like syrup and sweet like sugar. He grinned lewdly and licked 
his lips, breathing in deep as he leaned down and lay on top of her. 

His throbbing hot prick went between her legs, but not into her cunt as Edna 
had feared. She could feel it throbbing, the top of his long cockshaft lying 
in contact with her quivering pussylips. 

The radiating heat of his long ram made her shiver and stir even more. She 
could feel his cock throb with each pulsing beat of his heart. He kissed her 
and thrust with his tongue. 

"Mungh!" she groaned. His breath smelled foul as sewer gas and the taste he 
forced into her mouth was worse-so rank that it made her lips pucker. 

"You never tasted pussy before?" he asked. 

"No, never!" Edna's face twisted into a knot of disgust when she realized 
the stench and foul taste of his mouth came from between her own legs. She 
was the type of woman who kept herself clean. She douched at least twice a 
daynever admitting that her pussy welcomed the warm flow of liquid rushing 
into her tight cunthole. 

Tommy kissed her again and sucked her tongue into his mouth this time. She 
gasped and pulled it back, choking and sputtering. The foul taste came 
stronger, burning in her throat. 

"That's your pussy you're tasting," he reminded her. "Don't you like it?" 

Edna clenched her lips together, refusing to speak, knowing he might ram his 
rank tongue into her mouth again if she did. 

Tommy shrugged. "If you won't suck my tongue, I'll suck your tits." 

She moaned and winced her watery eyes shut. Edna couldn't stop that. He 
rocked back and tongued around her nipple, doing it slowly at first, keeping 
his head partly raised so he could watch her wide-rimmed tit crown swell 
tingling hard. 

"Aaaggghhh!" she growled, pained by the tingling sensation. 

Tommy swayed his head to the other side and sucked her whole tit tip into 
his mouth. That spread the insidious heat even faster. Then he began to 
tease. Tommy rolled the marble around her nipple, keeping it between his 
tongue and her taut little nub of tingling nerves. 

It was sleek and smooth compared to his rasping tongue. Edna cringed, but 
found that she liked the new sensation. No, not liked. She couldn't like 
anything this male beast did to her. But she could tolerate something 
inanimate. 

What she hated was the powerful suction he applied a moment later. Blood 
rushed into her nipple, powered by a racing heartbeat. Edna tried to 
convince herself it was only fear that made her heart throb so 
erratically-but there were sexual pleasures even her prudish body could not 
resist. 

Tommy went on sucking and whirling the glass marble around her nipple. The 
two seemed equally hard to him now. He pinched them together between his 
tongue and top teeth, making her give out a sharp cry. 

Her anguish excited him. Tommy had never really been in control of anything 
in his life before ... except young Cindy last night. His mother and his 
teachers at school dominated almost everything else he'd done, and Edna was 
a part of that group. A neighbor, but still a woman who gave orders. Until 
now. 

He humped his back up and let his twitching cock spring forward. It pressed 
between her taut pussylips, which were still smarting from having hair 
yanked out by the sticky tape. 

Edna felt his prick throb like her own beating heart, slowly fucking in. She 
felt herself sinking into a whirlpool of raging torment. Feeling his tongue 
in her was bad enough. This was an even more brutal violation. He was 
ravaging her most intimate recess, spoiling her precious self-image as a 
proper wife. 

She sobbed hysterically, thinking that she would be branded as unclean 
forever. Her pussy clenched, trying to keep his cock out, but that only 
increased the pain of the humiliating intrusion. Edna wept and willed her 
cringing muscles to relax. 

Tommy was pushing hard against her wringing tight cunt muscles when she 
suddenly let go. He sank to the hilt and slammed his bony groin on her 
tape-burned pussy. 

"Aaagh!" she cried with eyes flaring wide. 

His prick was in her. In her all the way. Edna's cunt clenched again, 
squeezing to stop the painful throb. She tensed and held his cock in rigid 
constriction. 

Tommy said: "Cindy fucks a lot better than you. Her cunt went crazy when I 
rammed my cock in." 

"That's because I got her hot for you," Tim explained. "She didn't like it 
so much the first time." 

"Well, then I'll have to teach this frigid bitch. I'm going to make you like 
getting fucked," Tommy said. 

"Nothing could make me like what you're doing," she snarled. 

"We'll see-" Tommy gave a grunt and fucked her as hard as he could, arching 
high and slamming down. He pumped fast, slanting or twisting his cock into 
her differently each time. 

Edna gasped and looked dazed, her senses overwhelmed by the shocking variety 
of sensations she felt. He plowed the floor of her cuntal canal. He rippled 
its top and slid along the sides all in rapid succession. 

He touched nerves that her bored husband never bothered to reach. Jack only 
fucked her when his balls ached for relief. He got in and got it over with. 
Tommy was enthralled by the rippling friction of her pained cunt. 

Variety pleased him, too. He had imagined that all pussies were much the 
same. Now he knew better. Having fucked a girl and now a grown woman, he 
wondered how many different cunt actions there were. 

She fought against each reaming thrust, straining tensely, delighting his 
cock with her hot strength. Edna cursed herself and felt her cunt ripple. 
The heat of friction was making her lose her grip. 

"Hhhmmm," he purred. "That's a little better." 

Edna's frenzied contractions of anguish became confused. Her clenching pussy 
got out of rhythm with his plunging prick. She relaxed her aching muscles as 
he speared into her, then clenched hard as she could with rubbery wet cunt 
walls when he was deeply rooted, holding on tight with slithering friction 
as he drew back. 

It was like fucking a vacuum cleaner. 

"Oooh, shit!" he said. "She's making me cum, and she hasn't climaxed once 
yet." 

Her look brightened. That was one way to prove she was a proper woman even 
yet. She would outlast his vile cock, drain the awful wetness of his lust 
and not respond the way he wanted. 

"Bitch," he growled. "Cum, damn you. Cum!" 

Tommy fucked her as hard and fast as he could. Edna willed her mind blank 
and focused all her energy on the sucking tremors in her cunt. She made it 
pulse with different enticing rhythms, taking his vicious fuck-thrusts. 

Hot from sucking her cunt, Tommy could not hold back. He shouted: "Oooh, 
shit. Take it, you frigid bitch. Take my jism. Maybe that will make you 
cum!" 

Edna gritted her teeth, anticipating a few jetting spurts that she vowed to 
endure without emotion. But his cock gushed like a fountain, flooding her 
pussy with hot cum. That made her pussy-grip slide more freely, and the wet 
heat began to spread. 

She grunted and moaned, gritting her teeth, and it took all the strength she 
had left, but she drained his cock without allowing her pussy to respond in 
orgasm. 

Tim said impatiently: "That's it, little brother. Now it's my turn." The 
words-little brother-just slipped out. 

Edna was too dazed for what he said to register right away. She felt a grim 
kind of triumph, having proved she could be abused without being forced to 
respond. 

Tommy rolled off of her, dragging out his wet cock. It drooped, dripping one 
last creamy drop of cum. 

Tim wanted to fuck while her cunt was still cringing, and he had an idea why 
his brother had failed to make her climax. 

He grabbed the sawhorse propped under her head and yanked it back. Edna felt 
a lurch, then the head of the plywood cut-out hit the floor. The impact sent 
a jarring shock up her spine. 

She was dazed, now lying head down with her spread legs slanted upward. 

"He couldn't get enough leverage to really ram his cock in," Tim said. "But 
I won't have that problem. Gravity will be working for me." 

Tim swung astride her spread legs at the end of the cut-out still up on a 
sawhorse. Then he let himself down, pushing with hands braced against the 
floor beneath her outstretched arms. His stiff cock fucked right into her 
wet cunt. 

Edna gave a sick-sounding moan. Being slanted head down made her temples 
throb. Blood rushed into her skull with a dizzying pulse. Tim braced his 
elbows against the floor and angled his forearms up to cup his hands over 
her sharp-peaked tits. The angle at which she was lying made them slant 
toward her chin even more. 

He squeezed hard and pinched her nipples, pushing against the force of 
gravity that made his body slide down toward her head. That unrelenting 
force drove his cock as deep as Tommy had been able to reach. 

Her dazzled eyes watered and Edna bit her lip, fighting back the rush of 
pain that made her head feel like it might explode. Tim arched back, 
straining against the force of gravity, then he slammed down and slid toward 
her chin. 

"Huuungh!" she groaned. 

The plywood on which she lay bound worked like a springboard. It bent toward 
the floor when he rammed into her, then it sprang back. 

Tim said: "Oooh, baby. That's better. You can really feel it now!" 

What Edna felt was his crushing weight sliding toward her head, rooting his 
cock into her like the tip of a well digger's drill. He started fucking her 
hard and fast, not seeming to mind that he was slanted head down just as she 
was. 

She felt the top of her cunt-slit burn under terrible pressure. The root of 
his prick was all that kept him from sliding down toward her head. 

Tim gave her a grin, kneading her tits with his grasping hands. He held them 
for leverage, twirling her nipples while he fucked his cock into her at a 
slant. 

Edna was hardly aware of her tormentors trading places. There was only a 
brief lull and the jarring shock of having her head fall. The fucking went 
right on, one cunt-warping thrust after another. 

"Fuck her," Tommy was prompting from the side. "Make her cum! Make the bitch 
like cock!" 

Edna winced and resisted with all her might, but the terrible hot friction 
of this second cock and the strain of being slanted head down made her feel 
shivering impulses she could not control. Her pussy lapsed into rhythmic 
contractions, gripping his cock with rolling waves of damp warmth. 

"Oooh!" she cried, rapidly losing control. 

"Hhhooo!" 

Edna did not want to let go, but instincts stronger than her conscious mind 
made her pussy muscles respond. He drove and twisted his cock into her, 
lurching forward and hurting her cupped tits more with every stroke. 

The painful slant of his hot prick made her pussy churn and the hammering 
pulse inside her head beat faster. Edna began to wail. She clenched her 
teeth and narrowed her eyes, but the writhing waves came faster, gripping 
and delighting the foul thing levered so deeply in her pussy. 

She felt the seething spasms grow tighter and faster. She was cumming. She 
knew that. It was like the first time when the other masked man had so 
lewdly licked into her cunt. Edna cursed her sagging spirit, but she 
couldn't hold back. 

Hisses of hot breath gushed from her tightly drawn lips every time he sank 
his cock in. Then an eerie moan as he drew back. Tim knew he had her going 
and it made him feel smug. Tommy couldn't do it, but he had the bitch 
starting in to orgasm. 

"Cum, bitch! Wring my cock! Fuck it, cunt ... we're cumming together!" 

"No!" But her pussy clenched with spasms she could not control. 

For half a minute of blinding strain, Edna could not even breathe. She 
stiffened like the plywood figure of a woman beneath her, then exploded into 
frenzied, jerking motions with a shrill cry of tortured delight. 

Tim gave a deep grunt, rammed and twisted his cock deep into her and let go 
the steamy load of cum that had been swelling in his balls since they took 
the bitch prisoner. 

He liked fucking an older woman. Controlling her and making her cum gave him 
a great emotional lift. No more kid stuff for him. Fucking her to orgasm 
proved he was a man-more of a man than that bastard Jack. He couldn't do it. 
He fucked their mother instead. This would show that son of a bitch. 

Edna screamed in despair, horrified by the contractions in her cunt and ass, 
but delighted by them as well. It shattered her vision of herself as a 
proper wife. She'd been fucked now by two men besides her husband, and she 
was cumming with this one-giving him the kind of response he wanted. 

"She's getting it on now," Tim said. "We'll make her love fucking before 
this night is through!" 

"Jack will like that," Tommy said. "We get her hot, and she'll want more 
fucking from him." 

Tim's cock was pumping cum into her pussy. The cords stood out along his 
neck like steel wires. The veins bulged because blood was rushing to his 
head just like it was to hers. He fired one searing hot blast after another, 
flooding a tight pussy that had already been fucked with a big cum-load. 

Silver-white jism rose around his plunging cockshaft, making a loud 
squishing noise as it neared the surface. Edna felt a wondrous swelling 
sensation much like the gush of her douche bag. 

Rising cum glossed her reddened pussy lips and began to seep out. It 
dribbled toward her head because she was slanted down. Slick cream crossed 
her cunt mound, spreading soothing warmth over skin rudely plucked free of 
hair by the sticky tape. 

She heaved sighs of rapture and more cum oozed from her flooded cunthole. 
One silvery stream ran down the dented cleft in the middle of her belly to 
be smeared around under his tight black shirt. 

Tim drained his throbbing ball sac and rolled off the bitch to watch her 
pussy drool. His weakened cock popped out like a rubber bottle stopper. Edna 
moaned, clenching her pussy, shocked by her sudden emptiness just as the 
thrill of orgasm was winding down. 

With no cock to plug her cunt, the lingering after-spasms made her pussy 
seep cum. It ran down her belly, between her tits and to her chin. She 
moaned desperately, not wanting to say it, but her pussy ached for that 
swelling strain that drove her wild. 

"Her pussy is plenty wet now," Tim said. "You wanna fuck her again?" 

"Shit, no. I think that's what she wants. Look at her fucking cunt heave. 
It's like she's begging for cock." 

"Is that right, cunt? You want us to fuck you again?" 

Edna sobbed: "Yes." Anything to end the terrible emptiness. 

"How about up the ass? You might like that even more," Tommy suggested, 
rolling the marble around under his tongue. 

"Nnnooo!" she cried. "I want you in my cunt again. I'll cum with you this 
time." 

"And I don't give a shit what you want. You're here because fucking Jack 
fucks our mother!" Tommy said sharply. 

"You stupid shit!" Tim shouted, blasting the marble right out of his mouth. 

"Oooh, Jeeez!" Tommy's face paled. He gulped and swallowed the marble he had 
in his mouth. 

"Asshole!" Tim raged. "She knows who we are! What the hell are we going to 
do now?" 

Edna looked more stricken than either of them. Her tear-filled eyes widened 
and she said: "Tim? Tommy?" 

She couldn't believe two young boys had done this to her. Not the sons of 
her closest friend. 

Tim pulled off his sweaty ski mask and the clinging black shirt that was wet 
with his cum. "That's right, Mrs. Randolph." 

He bent down and removed the blocks taped under his feet. They had nothing 
to hide now. Their secret was out. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Tommy thought about the marble he had swallowed and wished that he'd 
swallowed his tongue instead. A stupid outburst of anger, and now they were 
in real trouble. Mrs. Randolph knew who they were. 

She was glaring at them with disbelieving eyes. 

"What are we going to do, Tim? Now that she knows who we are, we can't let 
her go. Jack will cut off our balls!" 

"God damn it, shut up! Lemme think. Stupid son of a bitch!" 

Tim stripped himself stark naked and stood over Edna's tilted-down head. 

"If you let me go right now, I won't say a word to anyone," she promised. 

"That's bullshit! I can see it in your eyes!" 

"I mean it, Tim. Let me go now and there won't be any trouble." 

"Too bad I don't believe you. Fucking bitch cunt!" The tension of stress 
made Tim want to piss. He aimed his cock at Edna's lying mouth and let go a 
stinking yellow stream. 

She clamped her mouth shut and shivered, straining the cloth-webbed duct 
tape that bound her head so securely to the wooden cut-out. Edna could not 
turn her head an inch left or right. The piss kept raining down on her 
tightly sealed lips. 

"This is to get you used to keeping your mouth shut," Tim said, enjoying a 
sensation of relief as his bladder drained. "How about you, Tommy? Gotta 
piss?" 

"Yeah, God damn ... I gotta go real bad!" 

"Then give it to her, little brother. I'm about out." 

Tommy came forward with his cock wagging, glad that his older brother didn't 
seem too mad at him for spilling the beans. He felt bad enough as it was, 
and it made him have to go. Piss streamed from his big cock like water from 
a fire hose. He splashed some right in Edna's eyes, making her wince them 
shut. 

She sputtered and moaned. He shot some piss onto her tits, watching her 
heave in disgust. Piss puddled around her head, soaking her hair so it 
looked like a dirty wet mop. 

Edna could not understand this kind of cruelty at all, especially not from 
two neighborhood boys she thought were her friends. The warm golden rain 
made her skin itch and crawl. Her eyes were smarting, flooding tears to wash 
it away. 

The gagging stench made her hold her breath, but the piss he spattered on 
her upper lip ran into her nose. That burned like fire, and she sucked some 
of it into her throat when at last she had to gulp a breath. 

A bitter salty taste made her stomach churn. Edna felt certain she would 
throw up. With her stomach slanted higher than her head, each wrenching 
upheaval swelled to the base of her throat. 

Tim's acrid flow of piss dribbled off. He shook his cock right over her head 
to free the last few drops, then he said: "I'm gonna have a beer while we 
talk this over." 

Tommy shook his cock dry, then he and his brother went to the storage closet 
where they had the beer on ice. 

"How can we keep her from telling on us?" the younger boy asked anxiously. 

"Well," Tim began very seriously, "we could kill her-" He wanted Mrs. 
Randolph to hear that. 

"Oooh, Jeeez! No, we can't do that!" 

Tommy glanced back at the woman who was whimpering, tied securely to a 
plywood profile with arms and legs spread, her feet up on a sawhorse higher 
than her head. 

The kinder part of his nature felt sorry for her. Tommy wished now they had 
never started all this. 

Edna called to them in a pleading voice: "Boys, I need to urinate, too." 

"You need to ... what?" Tim said, walking back with a beer in his hand. 

"I-I need to piss," she said bleakly. 

"So piss. What's stopping you?" 

"With my feet up in the air, it ... it will all run down my back." 

"Too fucking bad. Let it go and wallow in it, bitch. If you took care of 
Jack, the son of a bitch wouldn't be fucking my mother ... which he's 
probably doing right now." 

"Please, lift my head up!" the woman begged. 

"I don't want your fucking head up," Tim said hotly. "How 'bout I lift your 
feet instead?" He yanked them up and kicked the sawhorse out of the way, 
dragging her to the nearest wall. 

The head of the plywood cut-out scraped along the floor. Edna cringed. It 
made a sound like fingernails scratching on a blackboard. The sound made 
even her teeth hurt. 

Tim propped her against the wall, feet high over her head now, almost 
straight over her head. 

"Piss," he commanded her. "We want to watch it run down on your face." 

"You little bastards! You foul beasts!" she snarled without thinking. 

Tommy heard that and was glad they hadn't let her go. He might have believed 
she would not make trouble for them. Now he could see the depth of her 
sullen rage. The way her hate-filled eyes glared, she would probably help 
her husband cut off their balls ... and want it done with a dull knife. 

Tim looked down at her and laughed. He knew the woman had to be trained, 
made to respect them as her master. 

"I told you to piss," he said sternly. "Now!" 

He reached out with the ice-cold can of beer and pressed it on the pit of 
her stomach. 

She groaned, clenching her teeth. He pushed so hard that she thought her 
bladder might burst. Edna heaved a racking sob and started to piss. 

Both he and Tommy came as close as they could without getting spattered in 
the face. They stared into her crotch while the ragged yellow steam spurted 
from her pussy slit. 

"Where the hell is it coming from?" Tommy asked. 

"Fuck if I know. But she can't aim it worth a damn. Fucking cock-less 
pisser, it's all she can do to hit the floor." 

Her yellow piss shot upward like something out of a partly clogged lawn 
sprinkler, then it splashed down. Most of the warm yellow flow ran down her 
belly and over her tits. Some of the piss splashed in her face, and-just as 
Tim had predicted-some of it ran down to her face, getting into her nose. 

She gagged and rasped like a drowning swimmer going down for the third time. 

"If you don't want to suck it in your nose, I gotta suggestion," Tim said. 

Edna did not dare open her mouth. Rambling streams of piss ran over her 
lips. She gave him a pleading look, eyes wider and softer now than when they 
flared with the shocked rage of discovery. 

"Open your God damn big mouth and drink it," Tim said. "We had to drink 
fucking warm beer last night to celebrate raping your daughter. It can't 
taste any damn worse than that." 

Her lips pulled even tighter as more piss dribbled down. Tim was still 
pressing the ice-cold can on her belly, so hard that she could not stop. 

"Suck piss," Tommy said, feeling no sympathy at all. "Drink it down, bitch! 
Chugalug cunt water!" 

Edna kept her mouth tightly closed and held her breath, praying silently 
that she would die ... or at least pass out before having to submit to the 
most filthy form of vicious abuse she could think of. 

Tim said: "Come on, toilet face ... you're making a God damn mess all over 
the floor. Open your God damn mouth and swallow your piss!" 

Tommy said: "This will make her do it." 

He came back from a corner of the basement room carrying the pry bar they 
had used breaking locks to get into her house that night. "We might knock 
out all her teeth, but we'll damn sure teach her to drink piss!" 

She watched him through eyes stung by the dribbling yellow stream. 
Upside-down, it was a blurry nightmarish vision that her mind refused to 
accept as being real. Edna fluttered her eyes, hoping that she would awaken 
safe in her own bed. She heaved a ragged gasp, but the ominous specter only 
came nearer. Then she felt the cold, wedge-shaped end of the steel bar press 
between her taut lips. 

"How many teeth you want to lose?" Tim asked, glad to see that his brother 
was getting over his little-boy misgivings. 

Edna answered the only way she could without suffering horrible pain and 
possible permanent disfigurement. She threw her mouth open wide and 
swallowed all the dribbling piss that she could. 

"Suck it, baby. Drink that piss down. Lap it up with your fucking tongue!" 
Tim said. 

Her piss slowed from a stream to a dribble, but Edna was still lapping it 
up, cringing each time she had to swallow the bitter, foul-tasting fluid ... 
but doing it anyway, knowing they would only make her do something worse if 
she refused. 

Tim said: "That's good." 

She licked down the last golden drop her tongue could reach. 

"But we still have this fucking mess all over the floor. Get a bucket, 
Tommy. It's time for our fucking slave to mop up." 

Edna heaved racking sobs, choked by the sharp taste of her own piss and 
bitter humiliation that was even harder to swallow. Tommy brought a bucket 
from the closet while Tim used his pocket knife to cut the wrappings of tape 
that bound her to the wooden cut-out. 

She fell on the wet floor with a moaning sound, part relief and part 
apprehension. Her joints were stiff and circulation was slow coming back to 
her feet. They were numb from having been raised over her head for so long. 
Edna was too weak to even think of escape. 

"Better get the whips, too," Tim said. "I got a feeling she ain't gonna be a 
good slave right at first." 

The boys had made crude but effective bullwhips by cutting six-foot lengths 
of flexible rubber-sheathed extension cords and taping those to wooden 
handles. 

They twitched them back and forth on the wet floor while Edna sobbed and 
stretched her aching limbs. She was on her hands and knees, head hanging 
down as tears flowed to flush stinging piss from her sad, desperate-looking 
eyes. Tim kicked the bucket in front of her. 

"Mop the floor, slave!" 

"I-I don't have a mop." 

"Use your hair. It's long enough if you bend your head down. Soak up the 
piss, then wring it out in the bucket." 

Edna raised her head and tossed back her stringy wet hair with one hand. 
Sorrowful eyes looked pleadingly at them. "Please don't make me do this. Let 
me go home. I won't make trouble." 

"You made a mess here," Tim said. "You're gonna clean it up. Then we'll 
think about letting you go." 

His arm swung back and the improvised whip lashed down. Edna yelped and fell 
forward, sprawled flat on her face in the puddle of piss, writhing as a 
fiery red welt blazed across her back. 

Tommy giggled excitedly and lashed her from the other side, slanting the 
welt his rubbery lash made so that it formed a red X of pain that burned 
from her shoulders all the way down to the firm cheeks of her ass. 

Another tortured wail echoed loudly in the basement room, but Edna choked 
back a plea for mercy. She already knew what the answer would be. 

She crawled on her knees, head hanging down, pushing the bucket ahead of 
her. She soaked up piss off the floor with her long hair and wrung it out in 
the bucket. 

Never had she felt so pained, so disgraced and degraded, but now she knew 
better than to complain. She went on mopping up piss with her hair until 
only a damp outline of the puddle remained on the concrete floor. 

While she was mopping like a fearful slave, Tim went into the closet and 
poured two bottles of warm champagne into a bucket just like the one she was 
using. Tommy stayed close to her, whip in hand, ready to lash across her 
back if she so much as raised her head without being told. 

Tim winked at him, walked back and switched buckets while she cowered before 
him with her head bowed. 

"Now drink it," he said, nudging the bucket of champagne closer to her. 

Edna sobbed and looked up, pleading silently with sorrowful eyes. Tim lashed 
her chest. The stinging black rubber-wrapped wire cord blazed a welt that 
slanted down from her left tit to her right hip. Tommy struck from the other 
side. 

"Drink it!" they both said at once. 

She picked up the bucket in trembling hands, raising it slowly to her lips. 
Edna took a sip from the bucket, wincing because she expected that bitter 
foul taste. But the warm liquid that ran into her mouth was not that 
unpleasant. In fact, she realized with a shudder, she liked it! 

Being one who never drank more than one glass of wine on some very special 
occasion, and being so distraught, Edna did not recognize the taste of 
champagne. She could only think their cruelty had thoroughly corrupted her. 
She thought she loved the taste of warm piss! 

Her head rocked back and she took a big gulp, all that her mouth would hold 
and then some. It spilled over her tits and into her lap, but she didn't 
care. She was wet anyway. 

She gulped again and felt soothing warmth spread throughout her body. Edna 
drained the bucket dry, wiped her mouth and smiled up at them, more than a 
little giddy from swilling so much champagne so fast. 

"Now what do you want me to do?" she asked with a silly grin. 

"Bend over that sawhorse," Tim said, pointing at one they had specially 
prepared. 

It had longer legs than the two they had used to support the cut-out profile 
on which she'd been bound. The heavy wooden crossbar was waist high on her, 
and they had padded it with carpet scraps picked up in a house that was 
almost finished. 

Edna bent over the padded sawhorse without complaint. She was so dizzy and 
light-headed that she didn't much care what happened to her anymore. Tommy 
bent down behind her and spread her legs, binding her ankles to the legs of 
the sawhorse with lengths of bare copper wire that he wrapped and twisted 
tightly with pliers. 

Tommy grabbed her arms and yanked them down on the other side, stretching 
her joints to reach the inverted V legs that supported the padded crossbar. 
He wrapped them tightly with wire, grating her soft flesh hard against the 
rough wooden legs. 

Tim said to his brother: "Might as well take off the mask and the rest of 
that shit. She knows who we are, but she ain't gonna tell. Not when we're 
through with her." 

They both laughed wickedly while Tommy stripped himself to the skin. 

"You want to fuck ass or get your dick sucked?" Tim asked. His raw power 
over the neighbor woman put him in a generous mood. 

"I want to fuck her tight ass. She owes me an orgasm." 

"That's good, because I'd rather get sucked. We'll give it to her at both 
ends." 

Tim went around to the side of the padded sawhorse where her head was 
hanging down. Tommy circled to the other side and looked at her trim ass 
cheeks raised cock-high and spread so invitingly. 

If she had been fully aware, Edna would have been terrified. She never 
sucked her husband's big cock, and would not even let him fuck her pussy 
from behind. 

Tim grabbed her wet, dirty hair and yanked her head up. She came 
face-to-face with the head of his cock. It was swollen fiercely hard and 
throbbing with lust. 

"Suck it," he told her. "Swallow it all." 

Edna moaned. Even half drunk, she did not want to do that, but Tim pushed 
his bloated cockhead to her quivering lips. A bead of gleaming, almost clear 
pre-cum dangled from the slit that looked to her like one narrowed, evil 
eye. 

Tommy watched from the back while her tongue flicked out. She licked 
tentatively. 

"I don't mean swallow one little drop," Tim said. "I mean swallow the whole 
hot length of my cock!" 

She tried to twist her head away. Tim parted her wet hair and held a matted 
strand on each side of her head so that he could control her. 

"Suck it, cunt face. I want to fuck down your throat. You like drinking piss 
so much, I'll give you some hot cream for dessert." 

The cold, menacing tone of voice and the heat she could feel radiating from 
his cockshaft made her cringe. All of Edna's fear and lothing rushed back, 
emerging like nightmarish visions from the alcoholic haze she was in. 

Tommy stepped up behind her and wagged his cockhead in her pussy slit, 
greasing the tip with her seeping fuck honey and spent cum. He rubbed the 
blood-engorged knob of his prick around her clit and made the bound woman 
squirm. 

"Hungh," she moaned. 

Edna knew he would make her climax if he kept doing that. She did not 
understand the power these cruel young boys had over her. 

Tim pushed the head of his cock into her mouth. That stifled a plea for 
mercy. Edna was not going to ask them to stop. She knew better than that. 
But she wanted to beg them not to hurt her. 

Tommy let his long prick pop out of her wet pussy slit. His cock angled 
right up to the small, tightly puckered rim of her shithole. He remembered 
that night in the tree, watching Jack Randolph put an electrified probe up 
his mother's ass. 

God, how she had howled. And the probe was such a small thing. The boy 
cringed, but he wanted to hear Jack's wife scream when he rammed his much 
bigger cock up her. 

He thrust forward and fucked his plump cockhead into her ass. Edna wrenched 
and howled, gushing a tortured wail with such force that she blew Tim's cock 
right out of her mouth. He didn't mind waiting. He watched Tommy fucking 
deeper into her tight asshole and laughed when he saw how that made the 
bitch howl. 

"Now suck," he said when she ran out of breath. 

Her mouth was still gaping. He rammed his cock in, sliding it over her 
tongue that rippled along the tender underside of his hot prick. Then her 
throat clenched and she made gagging noises when he plowed to the back of 
her throat. 

"Ram her ass again," he told Tommy. "Make her open up for me." 

"Her fucking shithole is sooo tight!" the boy groaned. 

"So fuck in and loosen her up." 

Tommy grinned and fucked in another inch. Wringing tight bands of muscle 
squeezed with the same force used to expel turds, but his cock kept boring 
in against the tide of tortured flesh. 

Tim fucked deeper into her throat at the same time, entering the narrow, wet 
tunnel that went to her stomach. Edna felt terrible pain at both ends. She 
jerked and twitched, straining her arms and legs, grinding her tender pussy 
mound on the padded crossbar under her hips. 

The boys had figured on that. Remembering the spur wheel on Jack Randolph's 
cock harness, they put a length of iron pipe under the top layer of carpet. 
That made a hump for the woman to grind her clit on. 

Edna did that as she took cock in her throat and ass, writhing and pumping 
her hips. 

Almost ten inches of thick cock reamed her writhing ass. One almost as big 
went to the hilt in her tight throat. Then they both started fucking her 
hard and fast-battering her front and back, hammering into her as if their 
lusty pricks wanted to meet in the middle. 

She pumped her hips in a frenzy, knowing now that orgasm was the only sure 
way to relieve pain. Her wild twisting and jerking delighted them both. 
Tommy fucked her ass like the little demon he'd become. Tim rammed his cock 
down her throat, making it impossible for Edna to breathe. 

Shocks of terror rippled through her lithe body, pleasing them even more. 
She made muffled grunting noises and ground her clit so hard on the lump of 
pipe that she got rug burn on her tender cunt flesh. 

Tim came first, bellowing like a bull moose in the woods. Jetting cum 
splashed into her throat. Tommy went off a moment later, gushing thick 
spurts of cum up her ass. His cock glided smoothly on his slick cum, but he 
fucked so hard and fast that her asshole still burned. 

It took a full minute for the trio's lewd orgasms to peak, and they were two 
minutes winding down after that. Then they traded places. Tommy made her 
suck the cock he had just rammed up her ass while Tim rammed into a sleek 
tight hole from behind. 

Edna was so dazed that she didn't care. She knew another orgasm would end 
the torment of this ordeal ... at least for a little while. 

It was three in the morning before the boys fucked themselves out 
completely. Then they had another beer and tried to think what they would do 
next. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jack Randolph did not return home until dawn. He knew Edna had taken a 
sleeping pill and wasn't likely to miss him. He and June made a tour of the 
bars in and all around their suburban neighborhood, asking about two men 
over six feet tall, hoping the pair might have gone drinking and said 
something about their attack on a sexy young blonde. 

But no one would admit to seeing or hearing anything like that. In the 
rougher places on the edge of town, bartenders wouldn't even answer their 
questions. 

He took June to the No-Tell Motel and rented a room that came equipped with 
chains and cuffs on the bedposts. He chained her face down and tongue-fucked 
her ass. 

June submitted meekly because she knew how pissed off he was. But a meek, 
cowering bitch wasn't what he wanted, so he whipped her ass with a braided 
lash specially made for bondage. It burned fiery welts across her soft 
flesh, but wasn't heavy enough to tear her flesh. Then he fucked her hot 
pussy from behind, but their hearts just weren't in it. 

They got back to the house at first light, both frustrated because the two 
men that raped Cindy were still running loose, and feeling guilty because 
they had been fucking at June's house when it happened. 

She went into Jack's house with him, telling herself it was only to comfort 
Edna or Cindy if either one of them was awake. It was awkward standing in 
the room where the young girl had been raped hardly more than twenty-four 
hours ago. 

Jack's reclining chair was still tipped back where it had happened. The 
lengths of twisted wire used to restrain her were still lying on the floor. 
June felt her guilt feelings increase. 

He left her in the living room to fix drinks for them both and went to check 
on his wife and daughter. Jack could hear Cindy snoring inside her locked 
room. He was glad she was sleeping so soundly. But then he knew the attack 
had upset his wife far more than it had their daughter. 

Jack had a sneaking suspicion that Cindy had actually enjoyed what happened 
to her. But he would not consciously admit that, not even to himself. He 
went on down the hall to the master bedroom and found that door ajar, the 
edge splintered around the lock where it had been pried open. 

"What the hell?" He rushed into the room. Their bed was empty. Edna was 
gone. "Oh, Jesus! God damn-" 

June heard him and called: "Jack, what's the matter? What's wrong?" 

He was fuming in a sullen rage, too angry to answer, so she rushed down the 
hall to see what was going on. 

They found a note on Edna's pillow, letters cut from old newspaper headlines 
and pasted on a piece of lined binder paper. June heard him swearing as she 
came into the room. 

"Read this. Those bastards have kidnapped her." He gave June the crude note 
he had just finished reading. 

She took the paper in hands that were already trembling. The note was odd 
mix of capital and small letters cut from the local newspaper one by one. 
They seemed to have been pasted in a great hurry because the lines were not 
straight. The note said: 



Last night we had your Daughter. 

Now we have your wife. No cops or we kill her. 

Wait for our randsom demand. 

& keep hands off Mrs. Simpson or she goes next! 

"Oh, Jesus!" June's hands trembled even more. "What are we going to do?" 

"What they say, I guess. Wait for their ransom demand. The bastards can't 
even spell the word right!" he fumed. Jack really felt fucked-over, knowing 
they had now taken two women from him ... and were threatening to take a 
third. 

"They know about us, Jack. How can that be?" 

Jack was trying to think. "You tell anyone we've been ... er, fooling 
around?" 

"Just my sister Emily." 

"Oh, shit ... that sleazy whore might have told anyone!" 

"That 'sleazy whore' is my sister, you son of a bitch!" 

June was frightened, angry and feeling defensive all at one time. Her sister 
Emily, or Em as she was more often called, was younger than she was ... but 
already married and divorced three times. She just couldn't remain faithful 
to any one man for very long. Em was-to put it most politely-a swinger. But 
June did not think that made her a bad person, or one likely to gossip about 
others behind their backs. 

"And besides, I just told her I was having an affair. I didn't even mention 
your name." 

"Well, somehow those bastards know all about us," he snarled. "It's like 
they're trying to get even. If they weren't so damn tall and hung like stud 
horses I'd think it was your shitty kids." 

"My 'shitty kids'!" June raged. She knew Jack was upset and had some right 
to be, but that right did not extend to insulting her sister and her 
innocent children. "My sons are a lot nicer than your precious little Cindy. 
When I talked to her about what those men did, it was all she could do to 
keep from grinning!" 

"Bitch!" Jack exploded, slapping her hard across the face. "You lying, 
stinking, slutty whore! Don't say that about my daughter!" 

He backhanded her, slapping hard across the other side of June's face. 

She screamed and toppled backward, sprawling across the bed. Jack pounced on 
her, pinning her wrists beneath his strong hands. She struggled and spit at 
him, sorry now they had ever started an illicit relationship. 

Jack yanked off his belt and looped the tab end though the buckle to form a 
noose. He slipped that over her flailing wrists and bound them together, 
cinching the strap tight and knotting it, then he tied the tab end to a slat 
on the headboard. 

"Leave me alone!" she cried. "You saw what the note said. Hands off, or 
those men will take me!" 

"So what? You'd like it! Two big cocks ... maybe both at once. I know how 
you love mine. Two would be twice as good! They'd fuck your right out of 
your mind!" 

"That's probably what you wife is getting right now! It wouldn't take much 
to fuck that frigid bitch out of her mind!" 

Jack snarled and slapped her again, then he rolled off the bed to get his 
suitcase full of bondage devices. June Simpson needed a lesson in proper 
behavior. She needed a harsh lesson, needed it real bad.... 

Neither of them would have reacted so violently if they had known Cindy was 
listening in her room. 

Cindy had put on the earphones and tuned her FM radio to the little bugging 
device hidden under her parents' bed. Listening to her mother and father was 
never as exciting as Cindy had hoped, but she thought listening to her dad 
with the woman from across the street would be a lot better. 

Strangely, Cindy was not too upset when she heard her mother had been taken 
by the same two that tied her in the reclining chair. Instead, she tried to 
remember what they did to her ... the wonderfully awful lewd things they 
might be doing to her mother right now. It made her skin tingle with eerie 
delight. 

Jack got another belt out of the closet and gripped the buckle hard in his 
right hand. He swung high and lashed down hard, blazing a welt across June's 
petite little pussy mound. 

She yelped and twisted, turning face down. He lashed the stinging hot 
leather across her cute little ass and made her scream, thrashing around on 
his bed with her wrists bound. She reminded him of a hooked trout just 
pulled out of the water. 

Cindy's tender young skin tingled even more when she heard her father give 
Mrs. Simpson a good whipping. She had no idea until then that it was her 
he'd been fucking. Somehow, Mrs. Simpson being a neighbor and her mother's 
best friend made their lewd sex all the more exciting for the eavesdropping 
young blonde. 

June could only think that somehow the two rapists might know what they were 
doing, and that they might make good their threat against her. That 
possibility frightened her more than the reality of Jack's stinging leather 
belt. 

Whipping her ass and pussy as she flopped back and forth made him sweat like 
a man at hard labor. And it made her anxious pussy seep its musky-scented 
oils. June didn't want that to happen, but they both knew it would. 

When she flopped on her back, whipped so long and hard that her muscles felt 
weak, June lay there gasping, staring up at him. 

Jack took his clothes off, doing it slowly because he knew how she liked to 
watch ... even when she wouldn't admit it. He stroked his huge prick and 
watched her lips drool. 

"Where do you want it, bitch? In your mouth or up your ass?" 

Cindy gasped in her room, clamping the foam-padded headset hard over her 
ears with both hands. She was quaking with such excitement that she almost 
fell off the bed. 

"Please, Jack ... can't we just make love?" 

"Love?" he scorned hotly. "Let's get one thing straight. I don't love you. 
Never did, never will. You're just fuck-meat to me, baby. That's all you 
are, all you'll ever be. Fuck-meat!" 

That hurt the woman worse than a hard slap across the face. June had some 
romantic notions about Jack divorcing his frigid wife and marrying her. 

"Fuck-meat is all your wife is to those men!" she shot back in bitter 
contempt. "They're probably both fucking her now. Two big cocks ... and she 
doesn't like even one. She'll be a fucking basket case when you get her 
back. If you get her back." 

"Who gives a shit? I've only stayed married to her because Edna inherited a 
lot of money from her old man. If she croaks or goes fucking crazy, I get it 
all." He laughed and whipped his lovely neighbor again. "And I'll still have 
you whenever I want." 

"You're really a bastard!" she sobbed. "Worse than those men!" 

Jack chuckled and strapped on his studded leather cock harness with the spur 
wheel that stimulated a woman's clit so intensely. She watched his big cock 
poke through the hole in the cup as he buckled it behind his back. 

"Not that again!" she pleaded. "Why do you wear that awful thing?" 

"You ought to know. You said I'm a real bastard. And I know how much you 
like it." 

"I don't like it at all. It's too much!" 

"Too much pleasure?" he asked. "Too many great orgasms?" 

Jack began digging in the suitcase. His toy box, he called it. He came up 
with a pair of elastic bands about three inches in diameter and decided to 
give those a try. 

June watched him lean over the bed, stretching one of the thick, rubbery 
rings to twice normal size. "Wh-what are those for?" 

"For your beautiful tits," he said, laughing wickedly, reaching out. 

She cried out and tried to twist on her side, but Jack hauled her back. He 
pressed June down on her back and let the stretched rubber band roll off his 
spread fingers, sliding down to the base of her heaving tit cone. It 
tightened and squeezed her right tit so that it bulged at the top like a 
mushroom crowned over a short stem. 

Jack stretched the other rubber tit ring and put it around the base of her 
left tit. Both her tits were now squeezed at the bottom, bulging at the top, 
straining her plump nipples full of trapped blood. 

Tears filled her worried eyes even though the sensation was not particularly 
painful. She writhed and twisted, rubbing her swollen tits on the satin 
bedsheet, trying to work off the rubber bands cinched around her tits. 

Jack said: "We can't have that." 

He grabbed her legs. He had a pair of leather ankle cuffs waiting, like 
short, three-inch-wide belts with big buckles. He held her kicking feet and 
strapped them. 

He clicked a chrome harness snap into a D-ring on the outside of each cuff. 
The snaps were connected to slender chrome chains, and the chains led to 
iron balls weighing twenty pounds each. 

Jack rolled them off the bed, one on the left, the other on the right. The 
chains were not long enough for the weighty spheres to hit the floor. They 
dropped off the sides of the bed and dangled, swaying, wrenching June's 
slender legs wide apart. 

She howled, straining against the relentless pull of the dangling weights. 
The small, ripely built woman could almost bring her legs together, but that 
was not enough to pull the torturing iron balls back up on the bed. They 
dangled just over the edge, slowly drawing her taut legs apart again as her 
strength waned. She sighed in futility. 

Jack bent down to his toy box again and came up with a dildo ... six inches 
of molded latex with a plump pink cockhead at one end and accordion pleating 
at the other. He turned on the battery-powered mechanism inside and it 
pumped back and forth in his hand. 

The cockhead thrust forward, stretching the rubbery pleats smooth, then it 
pulled back, working like a piston with a steady, barely audible purring 
noise. He pushed the thrusting cockhead into a jar of cream labeled heat in 
bold letters that looked like they were on fire. 

June watched the mechanically driven cockhead plunge into the creamy pink 
salve. She cringed and felt the puckered rim of her shithole clench tight. 
Somehow, she knew what Jack would do with the grotesque artificial cock when 
he was through. He delighted in tormenting her tender asshole. 

"You'll like this even better than that sparking probe I used last night," 
he said. "It's nearer the size of a man's cock." 

"You know I don't like that!" June cried. 

She had never submitted to ass-fucking, not even when her husband wanted to 
do it. Jack seemed obsessed with her diminutive, well-formed ass for that 
reason. He liked having his tongue in it earlier. 

"Before long you'll be begging for me to fuck ass," he said with smug 
confidence. 

"Never!" she hissed, praying that he wouldn't force his huge prick into that 
tiny hole. Even his tongue had pained her. 

He pressed the cream-smeared head of the pulsing rubber prick into her 
tightly clenched ass. She felt a burning strain. The plunging action parted 
her crimped asshole and heating salve burned in, making her howl and jounce 
the dangling weights with her tortured legs. 

While the constant purring of the dildo pumping up her ass kept June 
writhing on the bed, Jack climbed over the end and hunched on his knees 
between her spread legs. 

She arched, trying to take pressure off the flanged end of the thing up her 
ass. Arching and grunting with the same effort she used to shit made it 
start working back out. 

But June could not keep her feet planted firmly enough to hold the high 
arch. The dangling weights kept dragging her legs apart. She would strain 
and then fall fait, driving the purring artificial cock back in to the hilt. 

Jack watched, amused and excited by her frustrating torment, and he decided 
to add to her erotic torture. He had two rubber suction cups in his hands, 
powerful things made to suck deadly venom from snake bites. 

He collapsed one between his right thumb and forefinger, and reached out to 
press the sucking tip over her nipple. June gave a howl as her tender tit 
bud was sucked into the rubber cup. It swelled painfully hard, throbbing as 
hot blood rushed from the lower portion of her lush tit. By then, Jack had 
another cup sucking relentlessly on the other side. 

"You bastard!" she moaned through gritted teeth. "Son of a bitch-" 

But he bent down and kissed her, thrusting playfully with his tongue. 

"You love it," he whispered hoarsely. "Look how it makes your beautiful 
little body buck and squirm. It's like your pussy is begging me to fuck 
you." 

"I'm begging you to leave me alone!" she cried desperately. 

But he arched over her, aiming his big cock with one steady hand, working it 
around her clit. Jack stirred her flowing fuck honey, heating the slick 
seepage and making her squirm even more. 

He pressed his cock into her taut little pussy, straining its tender lips 
and bringing tears to her eyes. 

June cried: "Ooooh!" She couldn't help it. She did love his big cock. Having 
been married, and faithful, to a man of less than average dimensions, she 
delighted in fucking with a man so well hung-at least, she had at first. 

Now Jack insisted on torment as a prelude to their sexual pleasure. She 
thought that might be because he harbored a long-standing grudge against his 
wife, a prim and proper woman who would never submit to such indignity. 

He pushed in slowly, watching her wince and strain to arch higher, fighting 
to keep her lovely little ass off the bed. She had almost squeezed out the 
dildo, but Jack suddenly dropped on her and fucked his cock deep. 

She collapsed under his weight, twisting and jerking as the dildo dug all 
the way into her ass. Jack could feel it pumping and buzzing on the other 
side of a thin wall of warm flesh. It stimulated his stiff cock with motions 
no woman's pussy could match. 

He fucked into her with long, gliding strokes. June's watery eyes flared 
wide. 

"Hhhhooo!" she gasped. "Oh, my God!" Having a real cock in her cunt and the 
replica pistoning in her asshole as almost more stimulation than she could 
stand, and her blood-engorged nipples were under the strain of constant 
suction. 

Ten inches of thick cockmeat fucked into her tiny cunt hole, and then the 
clit-spur ground on her button of sensitive nerves. June screamed and felt 
the powerful tremors of orgasm begin. 

He fucked deep and slow, grinding his hard-muscled loins and the lewdly 
tantalizing clit-wheel against her quivering warm flesh. She responded with 
anxious gasps and moans, bucking despite his crushing weight and the tug of 
the iron balls shackled to her ankles. 

"That's it, doll! Fuck me like the hot little bitch you are!" 

"Animal!" she snarled, feeling the tremors of a second great climax begin. 

She fucked her wringing tight cunt back at him, working the muscles to pull 
on his cockshaft. 

Jack delighted in the tortured writhings of a body stimulated almost beyond 
endurance, wondering how long she could keep it up this time. She got 
stronger and more daring each time he forced her to levels of ecstasy she'd 
never dreamed of. 

He fucked his cock in as her body arched, raking the spur sideways across 
her clit. Then he rocked forward and back, grinding it under the studded 
wheel. 

Cindy could hear the woman screaming even without the headphones now. They 
seemed to have forgotten that she was in the house ... supposedly sound 
asleep. 

She knew the cries, the grunts and moans of normal orgasm, but June was 
obviously being treated to one terrifyingly intense climax after another. It 
made the girl cringe, remembering what the two men had done to her. Her 
pussy pulsed and stirred with simmering damp warmth. Cindy needed to fuck 
again. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The young blonde dressed quickly, putting on crisp white shorts and a 
clinging red halter top. It was already getting hot outside, but not as hot 
as her father's bedroom. She had lost count of the orgasms her dad gave the 
woman from across the street. 

In a way, she thought that was an awful thing to do-fucking with another 
woman when his wife had just been kidnapped, doing it in the bed they 
usually shared. But the depravity made the sex seem all the more exciting. 
She envied 

June and wondered if her mother had as much fun with those two men. 

Cindy checked the house and found the sliding glass door they had pried 
open. And on the lawn she could see scuffed footprints heading toward the 
back gate. She followed them, feeling as daring as the heroines of the 
romance novels she read. 

In the alley, there were no clear footprints to follow, so she circled the 
block, looking in vain for more of the odd tracks-square and heavily 
scuffed, not like the imprint of ordinary shoes. Cindy found nothing and 
thought then that they might have put her mother in a car and driven away. 
They could be anywhere by now. In the next town, even in the next state. 

But she kept looking, widening her circle to take in the next block. The 
small, shapely young blonde walked down a street of unfinished homes behind 
June Simpson's house. Cindy wondered if her dad was still fucking Mrs. 
Simpson, if their luscious little neighbor was still climaxing again and 
again. And she wondered if her mother might be doing the same thing. 

Cindy was about to give up her search when she saw more of the squarish 
footprints tracking across dirt to the frame of a house standing bare like a 
wooden skeleton. Her heart leaped into her throat. 

The square footprints were wide apart, and between them she could see the 
small imprint of a woman's bare feet. They crossed soft, dusty earth toward 
the unfinished house. Cindy stopped and looked ahead, excited and fearful. 
With nothing but the frame up, she could see inside the house and there was 
nobody there. 

She took a few more steps, chilled by her-fears but driven by an impulse for 
daring adventure. This had to be where they'd taken her mother. Cindy could 
see her mother's footprints crossing the dusty wooden sub floor. Why would 
the men bring her to a house that didn't have walls? How could they hope to 
hide what they were doing? And then she discovered the stairway slanting 
down to a basement room. 

Cindy crept down the stairs quietly as she could, afraid the thundering beat 
of her heart might be heard on the other side of the heavy wooden door. She 
stopped and listened, holding her breath. She heard nothing but the drumming 
throb in her own temples. 

Slowly, she eased the door open. A sliver of light widened across the 
concrete floor. And then she heard a woman gasp. The sound was muffled and 
so anguished, the girl did not recognize her mother's voice at first. 

Cindy peered cautiously around the edge of the half-open door. Her mother 
was standing at the far end of the room. It looked like she was leaning 
against the wall, legs spread and arms stretched out straight from the 
shoulders. Her posture was unnaturally stiff, like a scarecrow standing in a 
cornfield, but she was wearing her rumpled and cum-smeared mink coat. 

"Mother," the girl said in a strained hush. There was no one else in the 
room, but she didn't know yet where the men were. 

The boys had taped the bedraggled woman to the plywood cut-out and put on 
her coat because the night had been cold. The furry sleeves covered heavy 
wrappings of tape that bound her arms, and they had gagged her with 
handkerchiefs soaked in the bucket of piss she had been forced to mop up 
with her hair. 

Edna wept tears of joy when she saw her daughter walk into the basement 
torture chamber. Tim and Tommy had been gone for over an hour. They were 
probably at home, fast asleep. 

"Lumegugh," her mother said through the foul-tasting gag taped in her mouth. 

Cindy saw then that her mother's ankles were taped, and looking around back, 
she saw the wooden profile that kept her bound with arms and legs spread. 

"Wow, they really did it to you!" the girl said. 

She opened the front of her mother's mink coat and saw the blazing red welts 
across her chest and tits. Then she glanced down and saw the red smarting 
flesh where her mother's pussy hair had been pulled out by the sticky tape. 

Edna sobbed and strained, desperate to be set free, but Cindy was too 
entranced by the bizarre spectacle to think of cutting the tape that 
restrained her. Dried cum glazed the inner slopes of Edna's thighs, cracked 
and checked like mud in a dry lake bottom. 

"They must have fucked you good," the girl concluded. 

Edna nodded. She moaned again, tasting acrid piss drip down her burning 
throat when she worked her taped mouth to speak. 

Cindy figured out what she was trying to say, but she stepped back, with an 
odd grin curling her lips. Like most young girls first blossoming into 
womanhood, Cindy did not always get along with her mother. In fact, there 
was constant feuding between them. 

"Now you know how I feel at home," the girl said, "bound by your strict 
rules." 

Edna gazed down and gave her daughter a sorrowful, desperate pleading 
glance. 

"Nuhmugh." 

"No more?" Cindy questioned. Her mother nodded, eyes looking brighter. 
"You're going to let me live like a normal girl my age? Go out with boys 
when I want-" Her gagged mother fervently nodded her head. 

Cindy shrugged. "That's no big deal. Since I've been fucked, what difference 
does it make? My cherry's been torn." Cindy glanced down and noticed a small 
red spot on her white shorts. "Shit, I'm still bleeding," she remarked 
almost casually. 

Edna was in near hysterics. She had come to accept bondage and cruel 
treatment from the two vicious young boys who'd taken her captive, but she 
expected some help and sympathy from her daughter. 

Cindy seemed more amused and curious than concerned about her mother's 
plight. "Your hair's a mess and your pussy is bald," she observed calmly. 

The girl was enjoying her new role as the one in charge. Edna always checked 
Cindy from head to toe, making sure she was properly, not enticingly 
dressed, and wearing no make-up so she looked like an innocent little girl. 

"What'd they do, pluck out all your cunt hair?" she asked, noticing the 
swollen and reddened flesh. Her mother nodded, weeping and begging with her 
watery eyes once again. She kept looking toward the door, expecting Jack to 
walk in. Edna knew the boys planned to leave him a note, but didn't know 
what it would say. 

"Dunghdy?" she questioned hopefully. 

"You want Dad? Oooh, he's busy ... all tied up with June Simpson. He's 
fucking her in your bed." 

Edna heaved a muffled wail, straining her outstretched arms and legs, 
violently shaking her head no. 

"Yes, he is," the small blonde with an impish grin. "She loves his big 
cock." 

"Tughmyantim," Edna said as plainly and strongly as she could, fearful the 
boys might return and catch the two of them before Cindy got over her lewd 
fascination. 

"You trying to say tomato?" the girl asked curiously. "Must be. That's what 
your pussy mound looks like to me ... a ripe red tomato." 

Cindy remembered how her mother would stick one on a fork and hold it over 
the flame of their gas stove to burst the skin for peeling. That's how her 
mother's cunt slit looked to her now, like a red tomato split open from too 
much heat. 

"Your pussy must be real sore," she said. "Want me to kiss it and make it 
better?" 

"Nungh!" the gagged woman raged, but her daughter had already dropped to her 
knees. Edna cowered, pressing herself hard against the plywood profile 
leaned against the wall. 

Cindy planted a lip-smacking kiss on her pained cuntlips and flicked with 
her tongue. She knew some girls at school who sucked each other for fun, and 
Cindy had always wanted to try no it, but strict as her parents were, she 
never had a chance. 

Now there was nothing to stop her. Cindy felt giddy, giggling and tossing 
her silky blonde hair. 

"Those guys really fucked a load into you," she said. "It's like a dry river 
running down your legs, but I can taste more jizz inside." 

Cindy leaned forward, wrapped her arms around her mother's bound legs and 
burrowed her head into Edna's crotch, thrusting hungrily with her tongue. 

"Hhhmmm, I like the taste! It's salty, but sweet." 

Edna sobbed and wailed in despair. Being raped had obviously warped the 
girl's mind. She babbled muffled pleas, begging Cindy to stop, but the young 
blonde licked and sucked her mother to a climax. 

It was thrilling to make her plucked bald pussy respond, and even more 
exciting to feel the tremors of climax when she fucked her tongue deep. 

"I know you won't let dad do this to you," Cindy said, rocking her head back 
and smiling up at her mother's strange expression of tortured delight. "But 
you can't stop me." 

Cindy reached back and pulled the tie of her halter top, tossing it aside. 
Then she pulled the front of her mother's mink coat together at the bottom 
and rubbed her young tits on the silky in black fur. 

She purred, leaving an opening at the crotch just big enough to work her 
tongue into. Edna felt the press of sleek satin around her plucked pussy 
mound and then the heat of her daughter's lewd rasping tongue as it worked 
its way in. 

"Hungh! Haaagh," the woman cried, ramming her tongue hard against the gag 
taped in her mouth. That squeezed the boys' piss from the stinking cloth. It 
dripped down her throat, burning and foul tasting. 

"This whole place smells like a dirty toilet," Cindy remarked after a few 
more torturing, cunt-licking gulps. "Is that how they got your hair so wet? 
Pissing on you?" 

Edna nodded, sobbing and blushing crimson with shame. 

"That must have been pretty funny. I bet dad would like to do that-piss on 
you for giving him so much shit." 

The woman's guts wrenched, heaving with anguish, fear and disgust. That made 
her do something she never would have under normal circumstances. She gave a 
moan and pissed in her daughter's face. 

Cindy rocked back when first hit by the bitter yellow stream. "Aaaagggh! 
Jeeeesus-" 

Then Cindy clamped her mouth shut to keep the stinking splatters from going 
down her throat. 

Straining spasms racked the woman's lower body as she squeezed to keep up 
the flow splattering all over the startled young blonde still down on her 
knees. Edna thrust her tongue with the same vicious force, popping off the 
tape stuck to one side of her mouth. The piss-soaked gag blew out of her 
mouth with a rush of angry hot breath. 

"You think being pissed on is funny? How do you like it?" 

Cindy sprawled backwards. Yellow piss splashed down on her tits and soaked 
her white shorts. The girl twisted and rolled out of the way. 

Cindy got to her feet, wet and fuming and stinking of piss. Her blonde hair 
was damp and dripping. Her youthful temper flared, eyes darting, looking for 
something to use in revenge. She saw the whips made of electric cord and 
picked one up. 

"Dad whipped June with his belt," she said angrily. "And you deserve worse 
for pissing on me!" 

Cindy hurled her arm back and snapped it forwards, lashing hard down the 
front of her mother's chest. That blow thudded on a soft padding of fur, but 
then the coat was thrown wide when she hauled the whip back. 

Cindy gave a wet, sputtering snarl and struck again. This time there was a 
loud crack. Heavy black rubber-sheathed cord slashed hard on soft female 
skin. Edna howled, writhing in agony. It seemed so much worse being tortured 
by her own flesh and blood. 

Although she was hardly aware of it because her life had been so strictly 
controlled, Cindy had that hidden streak of viciousness that her father had. 
It flared to the surface now, bubbling like boiling oil. She lashed her 
mother's tits again and again. 

Edna screamed the first few times, then drained her breath away. She sobbed, 
arms spread like a martyr on the cross. Stinging pain clamped her eyes shut 
and made her teeth grit with a grinding noise. 

They did not hear Tim and Tommy walk into the room. Edna saw them looking 
over her daughter's shoulder as the girl raised the whip for another 
flesh-burning hot lash. She cried out to Cindy just before the black cord 
struck, slanting down from left shoulder to right hip, blazing a welt across 
her tit. 

A shrilling scream choked off her words of warning. The boys came at Cindy 
from behind, one on each side, both reaching out. 

Cindy turned and saw them smile, both dressed normally in faded jeans and 
plain white T-shirts without the wooden blocks taped under their feet. 

"Ooooh, Tim and Tommy!" she said in surprise, never suspecting what they 
were up to. 

"They're the ones who raped you ... and who did such awful things to me!" 
Edna said tearfully. 

Cindy laughed. "Them? You're kidding!" 

In her mind, they were just boys from the neighborhood. The young blonde 
felt that she was far more mature, especially now, and superior in every 
way. That showed in the patronizing look she gave them. 

"You're gonna wish she was kidding," Tim said, grabbing her right arm. "We 
had a good time with you, blondie. Glad you came back for more." 

His grasping hand pinched soft flesh against the bone. He wrenched the whip 
from her clenched fist. 

Her mouth gaped. "It-it can't be you! Those men were huge!" 

"We're bigger than we look," Tim said. "Especially Tommy. See what he has 
for you?" 

Tommy was laughing and taking off his pants, freeing nearly ten inches of 
thick hot prick that Cindy knew all too well. She gasped and her smug look 
of superiority slumped into shock. 

Cindy had felt a strange kind of pride while imagining herself to have been 
the victim of two grown men. It made her feel more like the woman she wanted 
to be-no longer a sheltered ns and pampered little girl. 

Now knowing it was two neighborhood boys who had their pricks in her made 
Cindy feel sick. She let out a howl and tried to break from Tim's strong 
grasp. He gave a grunt and threw her against the wall. 

She slammed back and hit her head, breathing a sad moan. Tommy came toward 
her with his cock twitching. It was swollen monster-hard and aching to fuck 
again. 

"You look like something our cat dragged in," he said, smirking. 

"Mother pissed on me!" the girl cried, cowering and fearful, wishing she had 
been nicer to the Simpson boys. She edged into a corner and stood shivering, 
knowing that her mother could not protect her now. 

Tim undressed while Tommy stood watch. Cindy gulped, wide-eyed and 
terrified. Stark naked, Tim picked up the bucket of stale piss they had made 
Edna mop up with her hair. He motioned his younger brother out of the way 
and pitched the dirty yellow liquid at the blonde's face. 

"Blaaaagh!" she choked, crashing back against the wall. She tasted the piss 
on her lips and felt it burn her wincing blue eyes. 

Tim put the empty bucket on the floor beside the one they had given Edna 
half full of champagne. The woman watched impassively, so shocked and pained 
by the terrible whipping that she didn't care much what the boys did to her 
daughter. She was only happy they weren't doing it to her. 

Tommy picked up the crude whip Cindy had used. She cried out and twisted 
around, hiding her head and naked tits in the corner. She hunched her 
shoulders and shivered. Wet blonde hair streamed down her back. 

He lashed her and laughed. 

"Daddy!" the girl screamed. 

"He's still busy fucking our mother," Tommy said. 

Cindy remembered the stinging loud crack her father's belt had made hitting 
June Simpson's soft flesh. That seemed strangely erotic at the time. Now 
that she was the one being whipped, it only brought feelings of stark 
terror. 

Tim watched her take another stinging lash across the back and then went 
into the storage closet. He came out dragging a hundred-pound paper sack. It 
was full of white powder, quick-setting patching plaster, according to the 
label. 

Edna found herself feeling strangely detached, thankful that she was being 
ignored ... at least for now. She watched Tim rip open the top of the bag 
and pour the two buckets each almost full. 

White dust rose around him like an ominous cloud. While the dust settled, he 
walked back in to the closet and returned with a five-gallon water can. He 
slopped some into each bucket, filling them to the rim. Then he stirred the 
white mud with a stick. 

"I'm almost ready," he said to Tommy. "Bring that little bitch over here. 
This stuff sets up real fast." 

Tommy grabbed the girl's arm and yanked her out of the corner, whirling her 
toward the middle of the room. Cindy gave a forlorn wail, too numb with pain 
to resist. She went stumbling forward, head down and shedding tears of 
remorse. 

All the times she had been mean, catty and cruel to the Simpson boys flashed 
through her mind. They grabbed her under the arms, one on each side, lifting 
so that her legs dangled off the floor. 

They swayed, with her suspended between them, then dropped the dazed blonde 
so that one foot sank into each bucket. The fast-drying plaster felt warm 
and sticky, closing around her feet like quicksand. 

Tim and Tommy held her steady, watching the rippled white surface glaze 
around the calves of her legs. 

"We planned to do this to your mother," Tim said. "But since you're here-" 

"And since you've been such a stuck-up little shit all your life," Tommy 
added. "We thought we'd get you stuck real good." 

A chemical reaction in quick-setting plaster turned it from warm to burning 
hot. Cindy could feel her feet start to swelter. She jerked her legs up, but 
they were already stuck tight in the clinging white paste. 

Each of those buckets must have weighed forty pounds. The hard rim of 
plaster scraped her shin bones when she tried to move. She winced, unable to 
move her feet even when the boys let her go. 

Tim threw a length of rope over an exposed beam that crossed the ceiling 
above their heads. Tommy caught the loose end and tied a knot to form a 
noose. 

Cindy clawed and scratched at him, but she was absolutely immobile, with her 
feet stuck in the heavy buckets of plaster. She lurched and would have 
fallen, but Tim grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms at her sides. 

Tommy forced her slender wrists together and pushed them through the eye of 
the noose. He pulled it tight while the girl wailed. Tim stepped back to 
pull on the other end of the rope, yanking her arms overhead. 

"Aaagggh!" she gasped as cinching rope burned her skin. Rough hemp chafed 
over the beam, showering rope fibers and wood splinters down on her wet 
hair. 

Cindy had never felt so miserable, so disgustingly unclean, and so terribly 
frightened in her whole life. And her mother was just watching, not saying a 
word. An eerie little grin curved Edna's drawn lips as the rope pulled 
tighter, and Cindy felt her body stretch with the terrible strain. 

Tim pulled down on the rope until the heavy buckets full of plaster dangled 
half an inch off the floor. Cindy's pretty young face became a mask of 
horror as white and rigid as the plaster set hard around her feet. 

Her wrists burned in the tightened eye of the noose. Her joints and muscles 
strained under the added weight. 

"How long you think we'd have to let the bitch hang like that before she's 
six feet tall?" Tim asked his brother. 

"Longer than I want to wait." Tommy reached behind her, popped the button 
and pulled down the zipper that bound Cindy's white shorts around her 
slender waist. He yanked them down until the piss-soaked shorts bunched over 
the buckets of plaster. 

Tommy dropped on his knees and stared at her hairless young cunt from eye 
level. "You'd never think a pussy as young and sweet looking as that was 
already fucked." 

"Fucked real good," Tim added with a wicked grin. He was behind her, also 
down on his knees to look at the crack of her trim little no ass. "Back 
here, she's still cherry." 

He leaned forward and kissed Cindy's quivering ass cheek, raking her creamy 
smooth skin with a lewd swipe of his tongue. 

"Without hair, a pussy looks just like a miniature asshole," Tommy observed. 

"There must be something real special about assholes," Tim said. "You know 
how hot Jack is for our mother's behind." 

"Cindy's mother has a nice ass. It's tighter and hotter than her pussy," 
Tommy remembered with a lewd grin. 

"Not as tight and hot as this, I'll bet." Tim parted Cindy's supple little 
ass cheeks and nuzzled into the cleft. 

He licked the tiny puckered rim of her shit hole and heard the girl give an 
anguished cry. She swayed forward, twisting and wrenching her strained 
muscles. Tommy pushed her back by kissing her cunt, thrusting with his 
tongue to really make her squirm. 

They pinned her between them, both licking and sucking and sticking their 
tongues into her. Cindy almost went crazy with one tongue in her tender 
young pussy and another worming into her tight little ass. And she knew this 
was only the start. 

She knew they would soon both have their cocks in her, and Cindy was afraid 
that would drive her completely insane. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Edna Randolph was thinking she'd lost her mind already. How could she not 
care what the boys did to her lovely young daughter? How could she feel a 
strange kind of excitement watching them tongue-fuck Cindy front and back at 
the same time? 

They made ghoulish sucking and slurping noises, bobbing their heads with 
Cindy writhing and moaning between. Edna could feel her own pussy and ass 
start to churn. It could not be envy she felt. Their cruel torture could not 
have made her that crazy in such a short time. 

But Edna was jealous. They seemed more excited by Cindy than they had been 
by her. That doubled the pain of knowing her husband was fucking their 
mother, treating that lewd little bitch to thrills Edna had never known. 

Cindy was almost unconscious when their tongues thrust into her pussy and 
ass. The pain of being whipped, and then hung like a side of beef, was more 
than her young mind could stand. And the relentless pull of the plaster 
weights stuck around her feet was additional torment. 

Her mind sought refuge the only way it could, by giving up, slowly losing 
its grip. She swayed in a dreamy state of unconcern. Pain and humiliation 
beyond what she felt already had no meaning. 

Then hot tremors coursed up her spine, jarring her senses. Tommy licked and 
circled her clit while his brother Tim bored into her ass. The quivering 
shocks clashed somewhere between, surging upward. 

That rumbling turmoil swelled inside her small body, spreading out to every 
muscle and nerve. She felt her knees jerk even though they were severely 
strained by the dangling weights molded around her feet. 

Tingling shocks of pleasure reached her toes, which tried to curl in rigid 
confinement. The same eerie electric-like impulses reached her fingertips, 
firing life into her little fists made numb by the tightened noose. 

"Hhhhooo!" she gasped. "Ooooh, my God!" 

They were doing it to her again, bringing her to a climax that overwhelmed 
pain and humiliation. 

They felt her heat up and increased their efforts, sucking and swirling with 
tongues made ravenous by her responses. 

"She likes anything we do to her," Tim said. 

"Yyyeeess!" the girl cried. "Don't stop! Keep your tongues in me. Both of 
you. Make me cuuuummm! I'm having a double climax!" 

Edna breathed faster and felt her heart race, her body so tense that it 
strained the stout wrappings of silver duct tape that bound her to the 
plywood cut-out leaned against the wall. She felt shamed and sick with 
herself, but newly awakened nerves in her body ached for the same kind of 
pleasure ... even if it meant enduring pain first. 

The boys could hear Cindy's mother breathing envious moans as they 
double-tongued their young captive to a climax of shrilling screams and 
spastic contractions. Cindy tossed her blonde head back between her strained 
arms and howled like a she-wolf baying at the moon. 

"Make me cuuumram!" she cried. "Make me cuuummm again! Oh, God ... it feels 
so good!" 

Tim and Tommy tongued the girl to another orgasm and eased away to watch her 
sway with legs heavily weighted, twitching and jerking as the last blissful 
aftershocks rippled through her young body. 

Her bald pussy sheened with seeping fuck honey, filling the air with the 
sweet little-girl scent of lust. They breathed deep and felt their cocks 
throb with raging desire. Cindy looked so appealing in bondage, so utterly 
helpless and well on her way to becoming a willing sex slave. 

"I want her ass," Tim said. "My cock is really horny for a tight hole." 

"Okay by me, bro-I think she's got some cherry left. I could taste blood 
when I licked deep in her pussy." 

Cindy lowered her head and felt a shiver, drifting out of blissful euphoria. 
Tim and Tommy were on their feet and closing in, both stroking their stiff 
hot pricks as they took their positions in front and back of her. 

She was still swaying, turning slowly because of twists in the rope. Her 
wrists burned as though engulfed in fire. Raw flesh chafed under rough hemp. 

Tommy stepped up to her, cock in hand, aiming at the simmering damp warmth 
that flowed from her pussy slit. It was faintly tinted with traces of blood 
from her torn cherry. Seeing that made the young boy start breathing hard. 

Tim stood behind her. His throbbing cock slanted up at a sharp angle, 
swaying like a cobra charmed by the haunting melody of a flute-but it was 
the soft cleft of her tight little ass that so entranced him. 

Cindy's limpid blue eyes blinked in fear, shedding salty tears that stung 
her lips. 

"Not both at once!" she pleaded. "I'm not ready for that!" 

"Then you better get ready," Tim said. "Neither of us feels like waiting." 

"One of you could fuck me," Edna suggested. "Either one, pussy or ass ... 
I-I don't care." 

The young blonde gave her mother a look of thanks, admiring her courage and 
unselfishness, not realizing the woman had been made to love hot young cock 
as much as she did. 

Tommy spoke for them both. "Sorry, Edna. We're in the mood for young stuff 
right now." He poked at Cindy's baby-bald pussy, stirring her sultry juices. 
She swayed away from him until Tim stuck his cock into the crack of her ass. 

Her legs jerked reflexively, lifting and dropping the plaster buckets. The 
sudden shock stretched the rope. Her cast-in feet hit the floor, and both 
cocks wedged deeper into her waiting fuck-holes. 

Cindy gave a moan. Tommy's huge prick excited her wildly, but Tim's smaller 
prick made her ass pucker. His cock was bone dry except for a salty sheen of 
nervous sweat. He wanted to fuck ass and knew he couldn't hold back for 
anything. 

Tim watched Tommy spiral his bloated cockhead around the girl's clit, making 
her shiver and giggle anxious noises, pushing her back toward him at the 
same time. Tim thrust forward and felt the burning friction of her tightly 
puckered virgin asshole. 

"Not back there!" she cried, kicking her heavily weighted legs to swing back 
the other way. 

"There's no cherry in your asshole," Tim said. 

"No lubrication either," she moaned. "Grease your cock with something," Edna 
told him. 

"When I want advice from you, I'll ask for it!" he snarled. "This teasing 
bitch deserves to get her ass burned. The way she's been shaking it all over 
the neighborhood-" 

"Hungh!" Cindy groaned. "Please, no! Not dry like that! It hurts, you 
bastard! Ooooh, God ... it hurts so bad!" 

Tommy clamped his hands on her hot, sweaty ass cheeks and pulled her toward 
him. She heaved a sigh of relief, shivering joyously as the massive 
stiffness of his cock fucked into her cunt. 

"Ooooh, Tommy!" she cooed. "I like that! I love your big cock! Make Tim 
leave me alone, please! He can fuck my mother's ass if he wants." 

"He doesn't want your mother's ass right now," the boy said with a malicious 
grin, releasing the grip on her ass cheeks so that she started to swing back 
on the spearing hot length of his brother's waiting cock. "And I don't want 
you trying to make trouble between us. We're a team, cunt ... and right now 
the team is fucking you!" 

Tim prodded her hard from behind, pushing her back toward Tommy as an inch 
more of his dry, searing-hot prick fucked into her ass. Cindy yelped and 
squirmed, wriggling like a speared fish. 

"My father will kill you for this!" the girl cried. 

She clamped her eyes shut, but tears still streamed down her creamy smooth 
cheeks. The fiery heat under the rope around her wrists burned hotter. Thin 
trickles of blood like ruby red tears ran down her strained arms. 

Edna cringed when she saw that, yet she could feel her pussy and ass seethe 
with envy as the two boys pushed her daughter back and forth between them, 
fucking their cocks deeper into Cindy's small body with each thrust. 

"God damn," Tim said. "I can feel your cock warping her asshole." 

Tommy grinned lewdly. "Yeah ... and I can feel yours distorting her cunt." 

"You bastards! I can feel them both!" It was like two rams butting heads 
inside her. "You're tearing me apart!" 

"Be a long time before you feel like twitching your butt when you walk by me 
after this," Tim said, feeling her writhe and squirm even though only half 
his cock was rooted in her ass. 

Tommy had all his cockmeat drilled into her buttery little cunt. He braced 
his feet on the floor and pushed her toward Tim, lifting the weighted 
buckets higher as the rope strained. 

Cindy howled, thrilled by the massive cock that made her pussy feel the 
stress of writhing delight, but pained by the dry hot cockshaft that burned 
in her asshole. She tried swinging her feet to sway her dangling body away 
from Tim. 

She lurched forward only to be thrust back. Tommy pushed against her pussy 
mound, grinding her clit with his groin. Tim thrust forward while she was 
pinned hard between them. The rest of his burning hot prick fucked into her 
tight dry asshole. 

"That cock up her ass makes her pussy better than it was the first time," 
Tommy said. 

"Enjoy it, brother. I don't know how much of this I can take. Her ass is 
sooooooo tight and hot ... feels like she might peel the hide right off my 
cock!" 

"For God's sake, grease it with something!" Edna screamed. She hated to see 
her daughter suffering so. 

"Grease it with what?" Tim snarled. 

"How about this?" Jack Randolph was standing just inside the door, grinning 
strangely and holding out the jar of lubricating salve marked, heat, in 
fiery red letters. 

Tim did not even notice the jar he was offering. He only saw Randolph's face 
and said: "Ooooh, shit!" 

"W-w-we thought you were fucking our mother," Tommy said. 

"I was, but she got so worried about you two, I had to let her go. When you 
weren't at home, I told her I'd find you." 

"H-h-how did you know to look here?" Tim asked, suddenly fearful recalling 
how Jack had threatened to castrate the two men who raped his daughter. 

"I was a kid once," he said. "We liked to play in houses that were under 
construction. Guys I knew never got into anything heavy as this, but-" 

Tommy could feel his prick start to wilt despite the frenzied churning of 
Cindy's tight cunt. 

"We-we didn't mean to hurt anybody," he said nervously. "We'll let them go 
right now." 

Jack cocked his head and said: "That wouldn't be fair to Cindy. You can't 
leave her hanging there halfway to a climax." 

"Daddy!" the girl cried. "Make them stop! Get me down from here!" 

"I've been listening outside the door long enough to know you don't really 
want that," Jack said. "I heard you telling Tommy how you liked his big 
cock, so knock off the innocent-little-girl routine, sweetheart. That isn't 
fooling me anymore." 

"But Tim is setting my asshole on fire!" 

"We're gonna fix that," he said. "Here, Tim. Rub some of this on your cock 
if you want her really hot." 

"Gee, thanks." Tim gave the man a worried glance. 

"Go on, it won't hurt you ... just make her ass feel like it's really on 
fire." 

Edna's face turned pale and she stared in shock. "I don't believe this. 
You're encouraging them? Helping them?" 

"Yeah, why not? I figure they helped you. I heard you begging to fuck, 
saying you'd take one of them in your pussy or ass. Never thought I'd hear 
that, Edna ... my frigid wife begging for cock." 

"I was only doing that to save our daughter!" 

"Bullshit! They made you like it. They just balled your fucking brains out, 
didn't they, Edna? That's what I should have done years ago. In a way, Tommy 
and Tim did me a favor." 

"Ungh!" the woman raged. "I'll never let you touch me again!" 

He laughed. "That's what June Simpson keeps saying, but then she gets horny 
again and wants more. That's the way women are ... right, boys?" 

"Er, yeah ... that's right," they both said, flashing odd looks of relief 
now that it seemed obvious the big man wasn't going to hurt them. 

"I'm nothing like June Simpson!" Edna insisted sternly. 

"That's right. You're standing there like a damn wooden Indian. What's wrong 
with you, Edna? June would have joined in the fun long before this ... even 
if she pretended not to like it." 

"I can't move!" the woman cried desperately. 

Jack came forward and saw the plywood cutout behind her. 

"God damn, that's pretty clever. Edna has always been so rigid, but this is 
the first time I ever liked her that way." 

He laughed at his wife's plight and hooked a foot back of the plywood leg 
taped behind hers. Jack kicked away from the wall and started the plywood 
figure sliding down, his wife along with it. Edna howled and crashed on her 
back. 

"You smell worse than the toilet in a cheap whorehouse," he said, sniffing 
around her in disdain. 

"They pissed on me!" Edna moaned. 

"And she pissed on me!" Cindy said. 

He gave Edna a wry grin. "Good for you! I didn't think you had it in you. 
The two of you have been pissing me off for years!" 

Jack opened his fly and worked out his big cock, letting it dangle over his 
wife's frightened eyes. 

"Don't you dare!" she shrilled. 

"You must like it if you pissed on our precious little darling," Jack said. 

Tim and Tommy exchanged glances. Randolph didn't seem like such a bad guy 
now that he was taking out his anger on his own wife. 

"This is the best way I know to make a bitch woman keep her mouth closed," 
Jack said. "Should have started years ago-" 

He heaved a sigh and started pissing on Edna's shocked face. 

She groaned, clamping her lips shut, writhing as the warmth spread down her 
chest. Jack was hosing her good, drenching the helplessly bound woman from 
forehead to pussy mound. 

"What the hell happened to your cunt hair?" he asked. 

Edna sputtered while he pissed on her pussy. "They stuck it with tape and 
ripped it all out!" 

"Makes you look a lot like Cindy," he mused, working his piss-streaming 
prick back toward her head. 

"You shouldn't even be looking at her!" 

"Why not? Pussy is pussy and ass is ass. And she looks sexier than you, 
either way. Why don't you guys hurry up with her? I'd like a crack at my 
little girl-" 

Cindy blushed, surprised that her father would even say such a thing. 

Edna's eyes filled with cold, seething contempt. "Don't you dare touch her! 
Don't even look at her that way!" 

Jack flipped his cock to piss on her flapping mouth. Edna sputtered and 
moaned, clenching her lips and wincing her eyes tightly shut. 

"You'll what, Edna?" 

She couldn't answer without opening her mouth to his hot yellow stream of 
piss. Jack had had a beer at every bar he'd visited, searching in vain for 
the men that raped his daughter. That seemed funny now that he knew the 
truth. But he was happy to have a full bladder. 

Cindy was watching Jack rain piss on her mother's face, thinking about him 
wanting to fuck her. It made the girl feel giddy, because hearing her mother 
disappoint him so often in bed had made her think and dream a lot about 
fucking him. 

Tim was behind her, peering around, smearing his cock with the hot salve. 
"Ooooh, jeeez! God damn, what is this stuff?" 

"It's for heating tight little assholes. Get it in her, Tim. See how well it 
works." 

Edna shook her head and glared up at him from the floor. "You bastard! You 
son of a bitch!" 

Jack was calmly undressing, watching the boys return their attention to his 
pretty young daughter. 

"Edna ... shut up!" Jack dropped on her, cock in hand, fucking into her cunt 
without a moment of foreplay. 

Her eyes bulged and her mouth gaped. 

"Ooooh!" she cried. "Oh, Jack. Fuck me! Fuck me hard. I've gotten so hot 
just watching!" 

Tim aimed his greased cock at Cindy's ass and fucked it in, sighing as his 
throbbing boner glided smoothly to the hilt. 

Cindy shivered ecstatically. "That's better," she purred. "That's so much 
better." Then heat from the herb salve began to spread. Her eyes widened. 
"Oh, Jesus! Oh, God! Now my ass is really on fire!" 

The sheltered inner walls of her asshole were far more sensitive to the 
salve than the outer skin of his cock. She twisted and jerked, clunking the 
weighted buckets on the floor. 

Tommy reached behind her, clamping his hands on the cheeks of her ass. He 
held her, aimed his cock at her hairless pussy and stabbed back in, feeling 
stronger and more free now that they no longer had Jack Randolph to worry 
about. 

Her dangling weight stretched the rope enough so that now the plaster-filled 
buckets rested firmly on the floor. Cindy felt the pain of her bound wrists 
ease as the heat in her pussy and asshole flared, spreading like wildfire. 

She made animal grunting noises and rocked between Tommy and Tim, ramming 
forward with her pussy and back with her ass. Tim reached around from behind 
and cupped his hands on her tits, making the girl sigh in rapture and pump 
her hips even faster. 

"Two cocks!" she kept saying. "One big and one bigger! I love it, guys! Fuck 
my pussy. Fuck my ass. I want mother to see how hard I can cum!" 

Tommy kneaded her ass cheeks and fucked his oversized cock into her tiny 
cunthole, pulling with hands clamped on her ass cheeks like eagle claws. She 
rocked back, gasping and wringing her cunt muscles to milk his hot prick. 

Tim's hands whirled her nipples and rammed her small body forward with 
ass-spearing cock thrusts that made her ass throb. Her pussy went into 
spasms. Cindy was starting into a climax she could feel at both ends. 

Edna's voice rasped hoarsely and shrilled screams of delight. Jack was 
fucking her hard, driving and twisting without mercy between her splayed 
legs. She strained the wrappings of tape around her wrists, chafing the 
fibers against rough edges of the plywood cut-out on which she lay bound. 

Her hands broke free and she wrapped them around Jack's broad back, stroking 
him fondly with her furry sleeve as he jackhammered his cock into her gushy 
cunt. She fanned her fingers and slid them down to press on his taut ass 
cheeks, grunting and writhing beneath him. 

"Ungh! Aaagggh!" she moaned. "There's nothing about cumming that little 
bitch can show me!" 

Cindy cried: "Two cocks are better than one, Mother. I can feel them bumping 
and grinding inside!" 

"But you're just getting fucked. I've got my husband back!" 

Edna kicked, breaking her legs free. She jerked the toward the ceiling and 
scissored them around Jack's waist, pulling and clamping to take his cock 
deeper when he rammed down. 

Cindy came first. Her small body stiffened like the plaster setting up in 
the buckets that weighted her legs. Tim and Tommy were both in her to the 
balls, their cocks butting heads, straining the wall of soft flesh between 
pussy and ass. 

The boys felt their balls heave as hot jism coursed upward, swelling their 
deeply rooted cocks even more. Cindy trembled, rigid and hot with 
anticipation. Jism gushed in her pussy and ass at the same time, flooding 
her with fiery heat. 

"Fuck!" she screamed. "Pump it into me!" 

They grunted, arched back, and both rammed her again with cum-spitting 
cocks. Her blue eyes bulged wide and streamed tears of joy. 

Edna felt Jack's cock surge and suddenly swell. He heaved a deep grunt and 
strained to hold his cum as long a she could. Then he twisted, jerked and 
let go with a roar. Edna's eyes fluttered and clamped shut in absolute 
rapture. 

She slithered her cunt muscles around his jizz-jetting cock, clamping down 
with her arms and legs, taking spurt after searing hot spurt of cum as 
though it were salve for her wounded ego. 

Mother and daughter came together for a full minute, both screaming-neither 
much aware of the other. Both soared to dizzying new heights, but their 
dazzled minds were flying off in different directions. 

Edna was thinking of all she had missed, cursing herself for stubbornly 
playing the prude for so long. Cindy was already dreaming of new sexual 
adventures. Good as they were, Cindy wanted sex with someone more 
experienced than the two young boys. 

She wanted to fuck with a grown man. Most of all, she wanted to fuck with 
her handsome father. She grinned like the lusty little imp she was and 
wondered what her mother would think about that. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

June called her sister Emily around noon. Her sons weren't home yet and Jack 
Randolph was out searching the neighborhood. Knowing the two rapists were 
still at large made her afraid to stay in the house alone. 

Em wasn't busy, so she came right over. They talked about Jack and his 
passion for bondage. June shuddered when she described the things he'd done, 
opening her robe to show Em the welts and pinch marks that still burned with 
dull, smoldering pain. 

"My second husband liked tying me up," Em confided. "But he wasn't that 
creative ... or that well equipped." 

"Those electronic things shocking your nipples and shooting sparks up your 
ass are just awful!" June said. 

"I don't mean that stuff. I mean he didn't have a ten-inch cock. I've never 
had one that big!" 

Em was small in stature like her older sister, but even more ripely built. 
Luscious large tits and a wasp-like waist gave her an eye-popping figure. 

"It's too much for me," June said. "I've decided not to see him again." 

Em grinned lewdly. "Mind introducing him to me?" 

June laughed and shook her head in dismay. "You're crazy," she said, 
slipping off her robe. "Look what he did to me!" 

"I'm looking ... I'm looking." The strange curl of Em's full, sensuous lips 
warped even more. "Want me to make you feel better?" 

"Wh-what do you mean?" 

"You know damn well. We shared a room when we were kids. Slept in the same 
bed when one of us was hurt or scared-" 

"That was before we discovered boys," June said. 

"Yeah, but I still like to eat pussy." 

"W-w-we can't do that now," June said. "Tim and Tommy might come home any 
minute." 

"So we do it in your bedroom with the door closed. We stop if they get home 
before we're through. 

June started grinning. The two sisters kissed, fondly caressing each other's 
lush tits, inching their hands down to pussies both steaming with desire. 

* * * 

Dusk settled over the suburban neighborhood before Tim and Tommy got home. 

The boys were both a little bit drunk when they arrived home. They sneaked 
into the house, not wanting their mother to smell their breath. That part 
was easy. She was upstairs in her room. They heard the bed creak and thought 
she was going to sleep. 

Then they heard her sigh in rapture and say: "Oooh, that's so good! You're 
so gentle. You eat pussy better than anyone!" 

The two boys stopped in the downstairs hall and exchanged startled glances. 

"She's up there with some other guy," Tim whispered in absolute 
astonishment. 

They knew it couldn't be Jack. He was still in the basement of the 
unfinished house, making Edna suck his jism from their daughter's cunt while 
he fucked his wife up the ass. 

"Wh-what are we gonna do?" Tommy asked. 

"I don't know. It might be some big son of a bitch. Let's put on our masks 
and sneak upstairs to have a look." 

June's voice and her sister's were so much alike, the boys thought they 
heard their mom gasping and moaning in stereo. They stood outside the 
bedroom door, masked and wearing their black long-sleeved shirts with the 
wood blocks taped under their feet. 

Tommy felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle inside the mask. He 
whispered hoarsely: "Whoever it is really has her going." 

"She's cumming, asshole! Christ, is she dimming!" Tim bent down to peer 
through the keyhole, awkwardly, because the blocks taped under his feet 
wouldn't bend. His knees thumped hard on the floor. 

Tommy winced, but the grunts and moans from inside the room were louder than 
his clumsy brother. 

"See anything?" he asked Tim anxiously. 

"I see it ... but I don't believe it." 

"Has the bastard got a real big cock?" 

"No cock at all. Mother is cumming with Aunt Em! They're sucking each other 
... you know, like sixty-nine." 

"You're shitting me!" 

"Think so? Take a look." 

"Jeee-zzzus Christ!" 

Em was on top, bobbing her head up and down. June had her head propped up on 
a mound of pillows, her face buried in her sister's splayed crotch. They 
were kneading each other's tits and twirling their nipples like a couple of 
lewd fiends. 

Tommy gulped and turned his head away from the keyhole. 

"Watching them makes my dick hard," he said. "Makes me feel ... I don't 
know, real strange." 

"Me too," Tim said with a taut little grin. "Makes me feel like a 
mother-fucker!" 

"Em's and June's latest orgasms were just winding down when the two masked 
figures entered the room. The two women were still too deep in rapture to 
notice at first. They shivered with delighted aftershocks, playfully 
tongue-teasing each other's clit. 

Tommy grabbed his Aunt Em by the hair and yanked her head up. She saw the 
masked face, narrowed eyes and a leering grin. 

"Cunt-sucking slut!" he snarled in a guttural deep voice not at all like his 
own. 

He pulled Em off to the side, tossing her down on her back. She kicked and 
howled, staring at almost ten inches of stiff cock sticking out of his 
jeans. 

June cried: "Oooh, Jesus! God, no! It's-it's you!" 

The second masked figure lunged at her, dropping hard on her small ripe 
body, pinning her arms under his strong hands. 

"Yeah, me-" Tim had a marble under his tongue and was counting on that to 
disguise his voice. "I fucked Cindy. I fucked her mother ... and now I'm 
going to fuck you!" 

"Nnnooo!" June screamed hysterically. 

Masked or not, she recognized her oldest boy. She sucked breath to shout his 
name, but Tim clamped a gloved hand over her mouth before she could get it 
out. 

"First fucking Jack, and now this-" Tim could not believe how exciting it 
was to feel his mother's naked body twisting and bucking beneath his. In 
some dark forbidden corner of his subconscious mind, he had been thinking 
about this moment since he first saw her in bondage. 

Em struggled beside her sister, pinned on her back with her head toward the 
foot of the bed. But she wasn't fighting back with full strength. 

"Don't hurt me! Please, don't hurt me!" 

June fought back more fiercely but was no match for the wiry strength of her 
young son. He kept her arms pinned together with one hand. The other clamped 
over her mouth, muffling her desperate attempt to speak while she twisted 
and strained beneath him, frantically tossing her head. 

Tim poked at his mother with his cock, following each writhing move, trying 
to sink his throbbing hard fucker in a hole his aunt had made hot and wet, 
wonderfully ripe for fucking. 

June felt the power of his bucking loins and the heat of his cock as it 
poked beside, above and below her cringing pussy slit. One jabbing thrust 
brought his rubbery cockhead down hard on her clit and almost paralyzed her 
with instinctive desire. 

"Tugh," she groaned, getting out just the first letter of his name when she 
twisted her mouth from under his gloved hand for a moment. 

"Yeah, tough," he said. "You like it that way, don't you?" 

"Nugh!" 

"Don't lie to me, bitch. I saw you with Jack! Right here in this room!" She 
groaned. 

"We thought he was hurting you at first. But you like it rough. So does 
Cindy. Even her frigid bitch mother gets hot when she's forced!" 

June felt her strength fading. She twisted and squirmed her hips, but that 
effort drained her and Tim was jabbing closer and closer to her wet cunt. 
Every near-miss shot a raging spark of desire into her loins. 

He struggles delighted young Tim. He liked wrestling with her, wearing her 
down, pressing her luscious tits flat under his hard chest. 

She arched and bucked in one last desperate effort to pitch him off. That 
failed and she fell back on the bed, gasping weakly for lack of breath. 

He arched high over her, felt his springy hard cock slide into the quivering 
mouth of his mother's cunt slit, and then he slammed down. Her chest swelled 
beneath him. Her eyes flew wide with a stricken look, but her pussy clenched 
and churned with desire. 

Tim's cock seemed just the perfect size for her small body. Big enough to 
tingle her sensitive nerves, but not so large that it strained them. She 
sighed and arched her back in an entirely different way now. 

She swayed and swiveled her hips to meet his driving fuck-thrusts, sobbing 
in anguished delight-certain she was committing a terrible sin, but so 
thrilled by the virile strength of her son's stiff young cock that she 
didn't care. 

His hand slipped off her mouth. 

"Tim," she gasped. "Oooh, God, Tim! Don't stop! Fuck me, darling! Fuck your 
mother! Make me cum!" 

"Y-y-you know it's me?" 

She nodded, blinking eyes filled with tears. 

He laughed and spit out the marble. She reached up and pulled the ski mask 
off his head. 

Em saw his face. "Hoooly shit! Tim? Oh, God-then you must be Tommy." 

Her hands tugged at the mask pulled tight over her young nephew's head. He 
was busy sucking her beautiful big tits, biting her nipple hard through the 
mouth slit of the mask she was trying to rip off. 

"You dirty little bastard! Let me go!" she cried, shocked by the idea of 
fucking with a young family member-even if he did have the biggest, most 
beautiful cock she'd ever seen. 

He raised his head, pulling her hard swollen nipple, rasping with his tongue 
until her yanking on the mask broke the suction. Then he smirked as the mask 
slid off. He stared down at her, grinning lewdly and licking his lips. 

"What's the matter, Aunt Em?" 

"You know what! You're just a kid. My nephew, for God's sake!" 

He was arched high above her, maneuvering his huge prick to the slit of her 
tightly clenched pussy. 

"Feel this and tell me I'm just a kid!" And then he rammed down. "Take it, 
slut. Take it all!" 

"Aaagggh!" Em's eyes widened and hazed in glassy delight. "Hhhooo, Tommy. 
You're some kid! Jeee-zzzus!" 

He was pumping hard and fast, lunging to the left and right, twisting and 
throwing himself forward sometimes ... varying the way he entered her tight 
cunt with each hammering cock-stroke. 

Tim matched his younger brother stroke for stroke, delighting his mother. 
Both women were gasping and moaning, grunting lewd cries of delight. 

"I hope you planned on me staying with you a long time," Em said to her 
sister. 

"As long as you want. No way could I handle them both!" 

Tommy grinned at his brother. "You think Jack will loan us some of his sex 
toys?" 

"Why not? He gave us his daughter." 

"And his wife," Tommy said, still sensing the lingering after-taste of 
champagne sucked from their neighbor's cunt. "Maybe we should all get 
together tomorrow. Have us a real wild party-" 

June began sobbing between delighted grunts. She had started her affair with 
Jack Randolph with minor feelings of guilt, a lonely widow fucking the 
handsome and virile husband of her best friend. Never could she have 
imagined it ending this way. 

Her own son had his cock in her now, and he was fucking her hard, making her 
feel like a cheap whore. Worse than a cheap whore. The shame of incest still 
haunted her. 

But pleasure soon overwhelmed all sense of shame in both sisters. Their 
voices chorused lewd cries of delight between feeble moans of protest. June 
soared into orgasm with her oldest boy while her sister climaxed with Tommy, 
thrilled by a young cock that seemed tireless. 

* * * 

June had trouble facing Jack Randolph the next day. It was even harder for 
her to face Edna. Her voice faltered when she introduced her sister Emily to 
them. 

"She-she's going to be staying with us for a while," she concluded. 

Tim, Tommy and Cindy looked on, all three amused by the adults' obvious 
distress. The two boys were each feeling one of the young blonde's supple 
tits, and they both had a hand under her dress. Tommy was twirling her clit 
bud. Tim had his middle finger fucking in and out of her wringing tight 
little cunt slit. It was as though they were daring their parents to tell 
them to stop. 

They had all gathered in the Randolphs' spacious family room. Jack was 
grilling steaks on a barbecue out back. Edna served beer like a dutiful 
servant, wincing almost imperceptibly when Tommy and Tim each took one, 
smiling and sipping without taking their hands off her daughter's pussy. 

Jack swept Emily into his arms, kissing her with a hot thrusting tongue 
while squeezing her tit with one hand and fondling a shapely ass cheek with 
the other. 

"The boys tell me that you're more ... er, daring ... than your sister." 

"I'm not afraid of a big cock, if that's what you mean." She pressed the 
pliant hump of her pussy mound against the huge cock-bulge in his pants and 
swayed her hips enticingly. 

Jack led her to a lounge chair on the patio and watched her undress. 
Stripped nude, she stretched out and he began basting her pussy with the 
spicy barbecue sauce, using the same long-handled brush he did on the meat 
he was cooking. 

Tim, Tommy and Cindy all went outside for a taste. They took turns like a 
team of paramedics giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but they were giving 
it between her spread legs. Em was licked and sucked to a delicious climax 
while Jack undressed and stroked his cock hard. 

June took a frosty, long-necked bottle of imported beer off the tray Edna 
was passing around. She smiled and said: "I'm sorry." 

Edna heaved a wan sigh. "You can't help the way things worked out," she said 
stoically. 

"I meant that I'm sorry we're left out. The men seem most interested in my 
sister and Cindy." 

That was the first time June had thought of her sons as men, but it was hard 
not to. Cindy was down on her knees before them, swaying her blonde head 
back and forth, licking hickoryflavored sauce off their cocks. 

"I guess they'll do whatever they want from now on," Edna said in weary 
resignation. "I've accepted that." 

"We don't have to just sit and watch," June suggested. "My sons told me 
they've discovered and interesting new way to drink champagne ... and I've 
been wondering if it would work as well with cold beer." 

"Wh-what?" Edna backed away, fearful of her neighbor's lewd grin and bright 
gleaming eyes. She turned, dropping the empty tray and ran out the sliding 
glass door at the back of the house. 

June caught her with a flying tackle on the back lawn. They fell together, 
rolling and laughing on sweet-smelling grass. June wrestled the taller woman 
into submission. 

She raised Edna's long skirt, shaking the open bottle of beer with her other 
hand. Her thumb capped the top, straining as the pressure increased. June 
pushed the long bottle neck into Edna's pussy and let the amber beer gush. 

It was then June noticed the Jaspers, an attractive couple in their thirties 
who lived next door. They were looking over the fence-greatly, but not 
unpleasantly surprised by what they saw. 

June smiled and called to them as the last of twelve ounces of ice-cold beer 
drained into Edna's cringing cunt. 

"Bar's open," she said. "Come join the party!" 

Bill Jasper answered: "Don't mind if we do!" 

His wife Jenny looked shocked, but she followed along. Bill sucked beer from 
Edna's pussy, delighting her with his clever tongue. June warmed up Jenny by 
sucking her cunt until the woman screamed in riotous rapture. 

When Bill Jasper finished his pussy-warmed beer, he looked up to see Tommy 
fucking his wife. He gulped, stunned at first by her delighted wails and 
howls, but then June Simpson sweetly offered to fuck him. 

Tim had Cindy bent over the raised end of the lounge chair and was fucking 
the tiny young blonde from behind. Her head was bent down, golden hair 
streaming, kissing with June's sister Em while Jack was fucking her. 

None of them knew where all this might lead. Neighbors on the other side 
were also looking over the fence now, watching the revelers in the 
Randolphs' back yard. 

Only one thing was absolutely certain-the old neighborhood would never be 
the same. 


THE END
