﻿Home Invasion
by Powerone



Genre: BDSM
Status: Incomplete
Published: 2008-07-07 05:34:36
Updated: 2008-07-07 05:34:36
Packaged: 2019-10-09 01:49:56
Rating: Stroke Story
Chapters: 6

Publisher: storiesonline.net
Story URL: https://storiesonline.net/s/57020
Author URL: https://storiesonline.net/a/Powerone
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Summary: A small rural farmhouse is invaded by four escaped convicts. Father is beaten and bound, leaving mother and her two daughters alone with the dangerous convicts. Mother tries to save her daughters, offering up herself to the convicts. The men take her offer, but unknown to her, her daughters do not escape the clutches of the men. Driven by lust, hardened by years in jail without female companionship, the men take their lust on the women.

Summary: Four convicts break into a rural home. Overpowering the Father, they take their lust out on the Mother and two lovely daughters. This is the story of one of the daughters, Gretchen and what she endures.

Story Codes: MMMM/F Oral, Mast, Anal, Non-consent




Chapter 1


It happened so fast Gretchen could barely understand that it was real. They were watching television, just as they did almost every Friday night. They had gotten a new DVD from Netflix, popped popcorn and had the started the movie when there was a crash that shattered the quiet life of their country home. Her father jumped up, surprised as the front door crashed in. He leaped towards the door, but before he could reach the door the impact of something hard hit him, his body slumped into a pile on the floor with a man in a mask over him. The stranger had a shotgun in his hand, the butt of it bloodied from where he had hit her Father. She, her sister and her mother sat huddled onto the couch. Her mother's arm enveloped her and her sister doing little to reassure Gretchen that everything would be okay.

Gretchen wished they hadn't lived so far in the country. It was over ten miles of farmland before they even got to another farm. Her sister was a year older, but she looked just as scared as Gretchen. Gretchen drew her bathrobe tight around her body and trembled as she saw the four large men look down at them, while one pointed a gun at her. She had never seen a gun that close up, but the long barrel was inches from her face. She wished she had worn more than the man's pajama top and panties beneath the bathrobe. The man's eyes seemed to be looking through her pajamas as if they weren't there.

"See I told you. Nice juicy pussy." His cock was hard as he saw the three females tremble on the couch. "If we have to hold out for a day, we might as well make it enjoyable." They had escaped prison two days ago. They had put over 1,000 miles between them and the prison, and the police wanted them bad. Michael was the leader, though with convicts you could never trust each other. They had watched the farmhouse for a couple of hours, waiting until nightfall to invade its quiet existence. Michael saw the daughters coming home from school, his cock thick in expectations of defiling their innocent bodies.

Gretchen had seen the news reports of the escaped convicts, but that was two states away. Besides, nothing ever happened around her. It was so boring that a new movie from Netflix was the highlight of the week. She trembled on the couch, her hands hid her body from the men and hoped they just wanted money and leave.

"It'll be okay," her mother tried to reassure her, but it did little to ease the fear that raced through her body. Gretchen was not a virgin, her mother would have been shocked if she found out. She had sex only twice and neither time very satisfying. These men looked at her with lust in their eyes and with her Father slumped on the floor; there wasn't much to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to her and her sister.

"Tie him up real good. He'll be out for a while. I don't want him interrupting us." One of them men had already dragged her father over to a chair, tied his slumped body tightly into it, as blood still ran down his cheek from the terrible gash in the corner of his forehead. It was already turning black and blue, Gretchen wished she could do something to help him, but the gun in her face kept her in control.

The man who held the gun walked over to the three females on the couch. The mother must be late thirties, but he could see a nice body beneath the bathrobe she wrapped tightly around her. Her blonde hair shimmered, but it was the fear in her big blue eyes that he liked the best. His hand went down to the front of his pants, gripped his cock, and made sure all of them saw his intentions. His gaze followed over to the two daughters. They were spitting images of the mother. One was a bit older than the other, but he didn't care. He just wanted hot, tight pussy, sure that either one of them would provide him with what he desired. A little force would make it all that more enjoyable. He grabbed the rope from one of the men. "Tie them up." He loved the look on their faces when he said that. "In each of their own bedroom. I want them to feel at home," he laughed loudly. "I'll take this one." He bent down, his face in front her Gretchen's. "What's your name honey?"

She could smell his bad breath, or body odor, not sure which. "Gretchen," her voice trembled.

"Take anything you want. Just leave my daughters alone. I'll do whatever you want." Gretchen's mother voice rose up and pleaded. "Anything."

The man looked over at her. "Anything. You sure about that honey?"

"Yes," she said, her voice trembled in terror. She had only been with one man in her life, but she knew that this was the only way to save her daughters.

"What's your name sweetie?"

"Martha."

"You two take Martha into her bedroom and get her warmed up for all of us." He looked at Martha. "Now you cooperate real good or else will visit your lovely daughters for our pleasure."

"Yes Sir," she stood up, pulled her bathrobe around her. She walked out of the room, the two men close behind her. She gave her daughters a reassuring nod, but she wasn't even sure if she was convinced herself. She marched off to her bedroom, but it wouldn't be her husband that had her in bed tonight. It would be strange men, Martha convinced that they would force her to do despicable acts. Martha would to do anything to save her daughters from the sexual carnage.

One man pulled Gretchen's sister roughly up from the couch, her protests doing little to stop him as he manhandled her out of the room. "Show me your room honey." His hand was already around her waist, and slid over the gentle curve of her pert ass as they walked down the hall.

The other man pulled Gretchen up from the couch. "I'm Michael. You be a good girl and you won't get hurt. You mess with me and I'll mess with your Daddy over their."

"But you told my mother that you wouldn't touch us." He scared her, especially with the gun in his hand. She shuddered as he pushed the gun in her face and ran the barrel of the gun around her lips.

"Open your mouth," he ordered her. He saw her submit, sliding the black metal barrel in her mouth. "Wrap your lips around it." He liked the way she submitted so easily. He began to stroke the gun in and out of her mouth, his cock grew thicker as he imagined it was his cock in her sweet mouth.

It was almost as if he had stuck his penis in Gretchen's mouth and pushed the gun in and out of her lips as if she were performing oral sex on him. The cold metal barrel was hard and unyielding and pushed deeper into her mouth as he forced her to tongue to the bottom and slid relentlessly between her clenched lips.

He couldn't wait much longer, eager to enjoy this prize. "Your mother's going to fuck and suck a lot of cock. But you're going to be the appetizer." He pulled the gun from her mouth and pushed her towards the other empty room. "Yours?" He pointed to the door shut tight.

Gretchen could only nod yes and opened the door to her room, not the safe refuge she always thought it to be. Her bed appeared so ominous, even with her stuffed animals on the pillow. It was no longer the bed of an innocent girl and she feared it would be the place where her innocence would be taken from her. She looked at Michael. He was a bit younger than her Father, late twenties. He was large, his hands twice as big as Gretchen's. He must have weighed over 200 pounds, Gretchen blushed as she looked below his belt, the bulge in his pants left no doubt of his intentions. Her eyes looked down to the rope he held in his hand. Her body shuddered at the thought of the rope that would dig into her skin. To be bound, unable to stop him from doing anything to her body.

Michael saw her eyeing the rope. "You ever been bound Gretchen? Tied up so tight you couldn't even squirm." His hand slid along the rough rope, Gretchen's eyes followed as he stroked it almost sensuously.

"NO!" _How could he even think of such a thing?_ Sex was a thing to be shared between lovers, not just for sexual gratification. Bondage, she had heard of it, believed it was one of those things that only happened in porn movies.

"Take off that bathrobe." The look on her face was priceless, his cock hard as a rock as the tears began to form in her eyes.

She put both of her wrists together in front of her and offered them up to be tied. "Just tie me up. Please!" Anything was better than taking off her bathrobe for him. She knew that it was just the start if he took off her bathrobe. The slap was so unexpected, Gretchen's face rocked from side to side. She couldn't believe the pain, as her head exploded in stars.

"Now what did I tell you about cooperating?" The side of her face was already turned red. "Now take off that bathrobe." He was going to teach her right away failure to submit to him would be painful and useless. The rope would enforce her surrender.

Gretchen submitted, her head ached, a reminder of Michael's cruelty.

"Please, don't make me take it in my mouth." Gretchen could hear the muffled protests of her mother in the next room and then the sound of gagging. _What were they doing to her? "_ Take it deep Martha, suck my cock," the angry harsh voice heard plainly behind the wall.

Gretchen's hands went to the tie of the bathrobe and hypnotically undid it. Her hands trembled so much she could barely undo the buttons, as she moved from the top all the way down to the bottom. Michael's eyes watched her as she did it. She could hear her mother's muffled protests in the next room, not even able to fathom a cock in her mouth, let alone it being man that was not your lover. _Would Michael make her submit to the same?_ He had already stuck his gun in her mouth. She let the robe fall to the floor, her eyes downcast, ashamed as she stood there.

Michael loved the body of the young girl. He could make out a lovely set of tits beneath the man's pajama top, sure no bra held them up, no need at her age. He could almost make out her nipples against the silky material as they pushed against the smooth material. He imagined she loved the feel of the material against her nipples as she walked. The top was long enough to cover her pussy, but left her long legs naked and enticed him as he stared at her body. "That's a good girl. No need to cover that lovely body." Michael whistled at her, her face turned red as she slowly stripped for a stranger. "Now for your hands. Put them behind your back, wrists together."

Gretchen found her body spun around, resigned to being bound, ashamed at the way her naked breasts bounced beneath the top. She put her hands behind her back, her wrists together, felt her breasts thrust out by the position. She shivered when she felt the rope, wrapped around her wrists and Michael pulled the rope tight until she moaned in pain from the rope digging into her skin. "It's too tight," she protested. She never felt so vulnerable in her life, half naked and bound by a strange man.

"Don't worry Gretchen, you'll soon forget all about the rope." Now get that lovely ass on the bed. Kneel on it like a good girl." He pushed Gretchen over to the bed, helped her get on the bed. The position made it difficult to keep her balance, her tied wrists throwing her off, Michael had to help as he pushed her to the center of the bed. She started to fall over, Michael let her almost hit the bed before he pulled her back up and admired her plump ass as the top slid up her back. Her panties pulled tightly over her firm cheeks, able to even see the crack in her ass. This one was going to be nice, he thought.

Gretchen knelt on her bed, her arms bound behind her back; her stuffed animals stared at her almost in sympathy. Michael moved close to her, so close she could smell his bad breath again. She looked down as his hands slid over the collar of her top, his fingers tapped at her button. His other hand moved to her back, and pressed hard on her until she arched her back, her top strained as her breasts pushed up the front, as Michael's eyes stayed glued to her chest. "Please!" She begged, but his finger opened the first button with deft flick and the two sides of the top splitting apart to reveal a wide expanse of naked flesh.

"Nice," Michael remarked snidely, her cleavage revealing a nice pair of tits. He pushed harder on her back, and made her strain to push her tits out for him. His finger slipped down her naked cleavage before finding the second button and his touch left a trail of goose bumps from where it had visited. He looked straight into her eyes; his fingers snapped the second button open. The top split open wide, her generous cleavage revealed to his eyes, his erection jerked in his pants at her lovely tits exposed, the trembling bound girl on the bed excited him.

She looked down at her top, two buttons opened and two to go. Michael forced her to arch her back, the view obscene as she if she tried to tease him with her breasts. His fingers tickled along her cleavage and slid lower, the next button unsnapped with barely a flick of his finger. Michael pressed his hand into her back again and forced her to thrust out her chest even farther. Fear raced through her mind but she didn't have time to worry, the next button opened as Michael's finger worked its magic on her top. The material lay precariously over her bare breasts.

Michael leaned in close to her, his face only an inch from her. "Pretty girl," he remarked before licking her cheek, seeing her cringe as his tongue ran over her silky flesh. His hand was not idle, slipped inside her top and caressed her smooth skin until he found the underside of her breast. He was right, they might be big, but they stood up proudly; barely a sag in them. His fingers caressed the underside of her breasts and stared into her eyes; saw the look of terror in them as he openly fondled her lovely, naked breasts. "Nice tits Gretchen. You like them played with?" His large hand grew impatient; his palm encircled the abundant tit. He felt her hard nipple, push into his palm as his large hand gripped her bare breasts.

She shivered when his hand slipped into her top; it was cold compared to her warm skin. She was embarrassed to feel her nipples pop to attention, ashamed that he would soon find out, think she was aroused by his touch. She didn't understand the feeling, the tight rope kept her body subdued. She knelt on her own bed while a strange, older man stripped her naked, his hands only inches from her naked breasts. It sent tiny tremors between her legs, much like when she masturbated herself. _How could this be turning her on? Was she such a whore?_ She barely contained the moan from her lips when his large hand engulfed one of her breasts, felt her nipple harden as it touched the calloused palm of his hand. Her back was still arched, her breast gripped tightly as Michael compressed his hand, the blood rushed suddenly to the tip and it felt as if it were going to pop.

Michael let his fingers dig into her tits, his palm touched her nipple but his fingers still just teased her. She might protest his rude handling of her tits, but deep down between her legs she loved it. His face moved close to hers, kissed her on the cheek, his finger circled around her nipple and felt the goose bumps on her areola. He couldn't wait to see them naked, he wanted to embarrass her first. His fingers made the nipples harden, pushed out the top as he teased them to erection without even touching them.

God, she wished he would touch her nipple. He had squeezed her breasts, the blood pumped in her swollen nipples. And now his finger teased all around her nipple, without touching it. She arched her back, hoped he wouldn't notice her brazen behavior, anything to feel the touch of his finger on her nipple. "EEEEEWWWW," she couldn't contain the rush of air that raced from her lungs as his fingers gripped her nipple tightly. She hadn't expected that, wanted a gentle caress, instead her nipple felt like it was trapped in a vice. She tried to pull away, but his finger tightened on her nipple, the swollen bud tugged harshly until she arched her back again.

"Nice hard nip," Michael teased her; his fingers twisted and turned the rubbery tip. "Why don't we slip that top off your shoulders? That way I can see those lovely naked titties." He pulled his hand from beneath the top, but only long enough to slip it from her shoulders and down her arms, the rope kept him from taking it completely off. "Now stick them titties out for me again Gretchen. There such a pretty pair, meant to be on display for all to see."

His fingers dug into her back again until she arched up into the air ashamed her nipples were swollen with lust. The one he had touched, pinched was more to the point, was so big Gretchen never felt anything like it.

"Them titties were made for sucking," his head moved down until his hand cradled one of her breasts, his lips quickly surrounded the hard tip and sucked it deep into his mouth. His tongue instantly moved out and attacked the hard tip, slapped back and forth and bit down with his teeth just below the areola to hold her still. His other hand moved to her other breast, his fingers danced over the nipple to make it stand at attention; his fingernail snapped the tip harshly and felt her body jerk in pain as the loud snap of his fingernail touched the delicate nub.

His beard scraped her tender breast flesh as his head moved down. She tried to stop him, shook her upper body but it only added to her humiliation, her naked breasts bounced sensuously up and down. Gretchen's hands clenched in a fist as she felt his lips around her nipple before she felt the terrible pressure as he sucked her nipple deep into her mouth and felt it stretch. She could only arch her back to ease the pressure, a sudden rush raced through her body as his tongue dashed back and forth over the swollen tip. It felt so rough as it lashed at the tip, as Gretchen found her other breast manhandled by his hand, his powerful fingers dug deep into the tender flesh. "OOOWWW," she cried out, his finger snapped her nipple, and ignited a deep pain. He moved his face around between her cleavage and sandpapered her silky skin, her nipple trapped just below by his teeth. Gretchen held her breath, afraid he would bite too hard.

He cupped both of her breasts in his hands, as his head moved back and forth, making sure that she felt his beard rake over the hard tips. "Too rough for you Gretchen?"

"Your beard hurts," she protested.

"Would you rather have my smooth cock slides back and forth between those lovely pillows?" The thought of his cock sliding back and forth as he clenched them tightly around it, her mouth only inches as the head of his cock pulled out the end excited him.

"NO! NO!" She couldn't fathom such a thing. At least she was still a bit safe, he hadn't taken his cock out yet. Maybe he would just play with her body and let her go. Go and take her Mother as he promised, though she hated to subject her Mother to such depravity.

Michael got up from the side of her and moved behind her. He looked over her shoulders to gaze at those lovely tits. His hands slid around her side to cup beneath them, hefting them up like they were basketballs to be put on display. He couldn't help but notice how swollen her nipples were. Her areolas were large, the size of half dollars, dark brown, surrounding the pink nipples that stood out so proudly. "Watch your tits while I play with them," he ordered her. His fingers played around the areolas as he teased the flesh before he snapped both of her nipples. She tried to push back away but he was ready. "Stick out them tits." He waited for a second to his order to sink in. "Or Daddy's going to get punished for it." She didn't hesitate any longer. "Yes, that's a good girl. He pinched both of her nipples between his fingers and watched as the rubbery flesh clenched between the vice like grip. He began to pull them out, turn and twist them as he stretched her luscious tits out of shape.

She couldn't believe what he was doing to her delicate breasts. He treated them harshly, her nipples ached from his pinching fingers and now the yanking, Gretchen having no choice but to arch her back higher, her breasts pulled to almost an oblong as her nipples pulled over an inch long. She didn't know how much longer she could stand it. Just a quickly as he yanked them, he let them go, Gretchen embarrassed as they jiggled up and down on her chest when he released them.

"You like your titties played with Gretchen?" Michael began to gently caress her nipples again as he teased the tips back and forth. Even with the pinching, they were still erect, gentle probing by his fingertips all that was needed to bring them back to full attention. She shook her head no, but Michael could tell that this one might like it rough. With her nipples erect, his fingers crushed them again, Gretchen moaned in pain but doing little to stop his harsh treatment. He twisted and turned the nipples, his fingers pinched tighter and tighter as they tried to slip out of his grip. He yanked her tits out of shape again, this time her nipples stretched over an inch and a half long, yanked high up into the air.

Her breasts slapped back onto her chest as Michael released his grip. Again, his touch became gentle, his fingertips almost soft as they lightly danced over her nipples. Gretchen couldn't stop her body from reacting as she arched her back to push them deeper into his hands.

"You like that Gretchen. I can tell. You've been such a good girl I think I'll let you cum." He waited for her reaction, her head turned to look at him in shock.

"NOOOO! Not that!" She twisted her body, the rope dug into her wrists reminding her that she had no control over her body and that Michael could do anything he wanted to her. She would resist him as best as she could.

Michael got up from the bed and moved the full length mirror that was over on the other side of the room until it was at the foot of her bed. "This way you can see me play with your pussy. You'll like that." He could see the shame in her face, wanting more of it. Nothing was worse for a young girl than being forced to cum while masturbated. And watching as it happens. He moved behind her. "Now kneel up real tall and stare at the mirror. I want you to see everything as I do it."

Gretchen had no choice, her body rose up high, Michael snuggled up behind her, his hands around her waist. She looked in the mirror, embarrassed as she saw Michael's smirking face look at her half naked body, his hands around her waist, sure where they would go next. "Don't do this to me," tears fell down her cheeks.

"Don't worry Gretchen. I think you'll cum nicely for me. I can't wait to feel inside your hot, tight pussy." Michael's hands slid down her hips, felt her body tremble as he got close to her pussy. "Spread your knees wider Gretchen. I need to be able to play with your pussy." His hands slid along the front of her legs and moved between her tightly clenched thighs, pushed in until she relented and began to shuffle her knees wider.

She couldn't help the feeling she had, a rush of arousal that she was sure that soaked her panties. His hands, rough calloused hands pushed between her silky thighs until she had no choice but to spread her legs, Michael insistent, pinched her tender thighs until she spread her legs wider and wider. She looked into the mirror, her kneeling legs spread wide, her panties pulled tightly around her mound, Gretchen ashamed that she thought she could see a wet spot on the front of her panties.

"Yes, that's a how a good girl should be. Spread and ready to be masturbated." Michael's large hands spread to the inside of her thighs and moved close to the folds of her panties his fingers teased along the tiny stubble that ran along her bikini line. He watched Gretchen's face, her lips clenched tightly, holding her breath as he teased so close to her pussy. He was sure that she was already wet as his fingers played close along her panty edges. He pushed the panties in, sliding along her naked pussy lips, teasing the tiny, blonde hairs that peeked out beneath the panties as her body jerked when the follicles resonated with arousal.

It was almost too much to fathom, her body trembled as Michael teased so close to her sex, yet never fully touched her. She almost wished her hands weren't bound so she could play with her pussy as she did often late at night. She could feel Michael push behind her, feeling his cock touching her ass. God, it must be huge, feeling like a log as it throbbed against her panty covered ass cheeks. He'd split her open with such a thing. _Maybe if she came for him he would leave her alone_. She watched his fingers yanked her panties until almost all of her pussy lips were naked, the blonde hair that she so neatly trimmed barely visible. The panties only covered her slit, his fingers sending such delicious tremors through her body, Gretchen resigned to let Michael masturbate her to climax. The sooner the better to end this terrible humiliation.

Michael could feel her surrender, her body rubbing gently back and forth in spite of his hard cock dug into her ass cheeks. His fingers toyed with her pussy lips, exposing them to the mirror as his fingers danced back and forth over the silky hairs. His hand moved quickly, one large palm gripped her pussy like a bowling bowl and clenched with his fingers. He felt her jerk up as one fat finger found her slit and wormed her panties into the moistened gash.

"AAAWWW." The shock of his hand engulf her sex was so unexpected. She felt the pressure on her sex, one finger pulsated between her lips, Gretchen sure that she could feel his heart beat at the tip of his finger. The tip that lay so close to her pleasure button. Her hips shook from side to side, not sure why. _Was she trying to dislodge the finger? Or make it touch her clit._

Michael gripped her pussy lips between three fingers, two on each side of her puffy lips, one snuggled tightly in her gash. He pinched them together. Hard. Her body shook as he pinched the delicate lips, his other finger relentless as it moved between her panty soaked lips.

His caresses had turned harsh again, Gretchen almost bit her lip as she watched in the mirror the fingers that had such strength pinch her delicate pussy lips. And that persistent finger that moved inside her lips, rubbed relentlessly up and down her slit in spite of the tremendous pressure of his fingers on her pussy lips. She moved up higher, her thighs spread so far that she thought she was going to split up the middle. Anything to ease the pressure of Michael's hand between her legs.

"Ask me to play with your naked pussy Gretchen." He gripped her pussy tighter, her lips pinched harshly, his finger dug into her gash. He tugged her lips in his powerful fingers, seeing the shocked look on her face at being sexually manhandled.

She had no choice, her sex felt like it was caught in a vice. And that finger was so discerning, always arousing her as she could never do to herself. "Play with my pussy," she begged.

"Your naked pussy?"

"Yes, play with my naked pussy," resigned to being stripped naked and forced to cum.

Michael didn't even both to take her panties off, it was even more humiliating to leave them on. He slipped his hands in the waistband as he felt her suck in her stomach to accommodate his large hand. He slid his hand down until he brushed over the top of her bush, her body trembled as he yanked a sprig of hair until she yelped. Before she could react again, his hand slid down over her naked vulva, his hand found her pussy wet, the wide spread of her legs left her pussy lips open and vulnerable. His fat finger found her slit and slid in, enjoying the wet, slick inner lips. "I like a girl that gets wet for me," he teased her. "And you're drenched."

He had found her secret, her pussy aroused by his fingers. She turned red in shame as she twisted her body. The rope that cut deep into her wrists enforced her submission. She could see the finger beneath her panties, felt the calloused flesh slip so unceremoniously between her lips, caress her most intimate inner flesh. It moved around inside her lips, almost clinically as it inspected her. She wished she could clamp her thighs together, trap the finger inside her, trap the lovely feeling that it was bringing her. Her hips began to hump up and down, Gretchen slid her ass along the cock that throbbed on her cheeks. _She could only imagine how it would feel inside her. How big it was. Would he take her hard? Or gentle?_

Michael wanted to see her naked pussy, pulled his hand up, gripped the top edge of the panties and slid them down over her hips until they wouldn't go any farther due the spread of her legs. She had such a nicely trimmed bush. And the blonde hairs made it almost invisible. Her lips were pronounced, the spread of her legs had parted her lips, exposing the pink inner lips that glistened with her juices. He pulled back from behind her, wanting to see her ass. "Nice ass," his finger slid along her crack, passed quickly over her anus before she could even protest the rude handling. He pushed in close to her and rubbed his cock on her naked ass cheeks. "Can you feel my cock Gretchen? You're making it so hard. You're going to have to take care of it after you cum."

She barely heard him, his fingers that slid over her ass distracted her, a spasm in her anus as his fingertip touched her in such an intimate place. Luckily for her he continued on, his hands returned to her pussy, Gretchen watched as his fingers peeled back her pussy lips, showed her pink insides so obscenely to the mirror that reflected back her humiliation. She was ashamed at the way it sparkled in the light, her juices glistened. She watched in almost slow motion as his hand moved back down between her legs, this time one fat finger pointed out, Gretchen knowing where it was going. He was going to put it inside her. She spread her legs as wide as she could. Even his finger was big, bigger than the boy's cock that had fucked her twice. She had barely felt him inside her, sure that would not be the case with Michael's finger. Or Michael's cock, the huge erection rubbed so sensuously over her ass cheeks.

Michael pushed his fingertip against her tight hole, drenched with her juices, her body tense, waiting for him to enter her. He tapped at her hole as her ran his finger around the edge, each time pushed out wider and wider, preparing her for his fingers. He snuggled his finger into her hole, pushed until he felt her open up for him, Gretchen kneeled taller as he began to enter her. He twisted his finger as he pushed in, her slick passage gripped his finger as he drove it in up to the knuckle.

She let out a gasp as his finger entered her so forcefully, her body going rigid as her sex was impaled on the fat finger that drove so unceremoniously inside her. It wasn't like a lover, she was stripped naked, kneeling before a mirror as an older man slipped his finger inside her as if he owned her. And he did, the tight rope that bound her arms leaving no doubt in her mind that Michael could and probably would do anything to her that he wanted. And she knew that she couldn't even fathom the perversities he might force on her untrained body. Yet at the same time she tugged on her ropes, the pain as they dug into her wrists mixed with the pleasure the finger that wormed deeper and deeper inside her brought her. She looked between her legs, Michael's fingers lost in the deep folds of her sex. His knuckle banged against her pussy, the finger still twisted and turned in spite of not moving any deeper. She tightened her pussy on the finger, as she tested how big it was. It filled her so completely, yet it was only one finger. She was afraid he would put more inside her, but at the same time she hoped he would, wanting the experience of being full.

"Such a hot, tight box, Gretchen. Yes, tighten up on my finger. Show me how much you like to be finger fucked." His finger began to fuck in and out of her pussy, her hips rolled gently from side to side, her pussy gripped his finger possessively. "Tell me how much you like it Gretchen?" He pushed his finger in deep, scraping the inside walls of her pussy. "Tell me?"

She kneeled higher as his finger scrapped along her tender insides harshly. She had heard him, but didn't want to embarrass herself, but he would have none of it, pain his only response. "I like it," her voice trembled. But it was true, the image in the mirror making her more aroused, the hand between her legs brought such pleasure to her in spite of the force. She didn't even protest, only a gasp from her lips as a second finger joined the first, her legs bowed out even farther, anything to accommodate them. Her pussy felt so stretched, sure that it would be even worse with his cock. Or better, her arousal confused her brain. It was so humiliating. And exciting to watch as Michael masturbated her so openly in the mirror as her body bounced up and down on his fingers. She could see how slick his fingers were, glistening as Michael pulled them from her pussy and than thrust back in so fast that she gasped.

She couldn't control her hips any longer, a gentle fucking motion as she drew her pussy up and down the two thick fingers that plunged into the hot depths of her pussy. It was almost surreal to see her naked image shooting back from the mirror, her legs spread wide, his fingers buried deep between her thighs. Even when he shoved his fingers in too deep, Gretchen shoved her ass back to try to escape the pain, only finding a throbbing cock shoved unnaturally against her anus, her widespread legs leaving her backside vulnerable to his thick cock.

When he thought she couldn't take any more, he upped the ante, forcing three fat fingers into her tight pussy, her face clenched in pain as he slowly and forcefully shoved aside all her resistance, bury them deep inside her. He felt her shudder when they were in finger deep, twisted and turns them, making her feel the bones of his knuckles rubbing her tender insides. She breathed heavy now, her hips still moved unconsciously, his other hand snaked around her hips to find the top of her slit. He looked in the mirror, watching her eyes open wide when he found her clit, pulled the hood back to expose the hard, red pleasure button to the harsh reality of the mirror.

It felt like he had a fist inside her as she bowed out her legs as she clenched her body in pain, her pussy stretched to the limit. The fingers never stopped moving, slid in and out, shoved aside her muscles to dig deep into her intimate body. His other hand shocked her, staring in the mirror as she saw her clit for the first time in such a state. It was huge, red and swollen, his fingers along the edges of it, sending tremors through her body. She watched in slow motion as his fingers moved on both sides of her clit, the pressure built as they tightened, Gretchen watching in awe as the blood rushed to the crushed tip, the heavy throbbing feeling like her heart was in her clit. "OOOOOH," she moaned loudly in pleasure, her hips rose up high as the fingers continued to pinch her clit. "Pleassseee," she begged, not even sure what she was begging for. She only wanted release, wanting to cum so badly.

"Yes Gretchen. Cum for me now. Show me the way you spend." He snapped her clit, feeling her body jerk back and forth from the unexpected shock of her pleasure button slapped so harshly. It drove her hips up and down, his fingers plunged in and out of her pussy, the pain forced her pussy to tighten on his fingers, Michael not believing how tight she could get.

The fingers inside her twisted and turned, all the while his other finger played her clit like a musician, knowing just the right touch to send her over the edge. She came, the orgasm exploded in her body almost unexpected, Gretchen having no control over her own bodily functions, watching in the mirror as her nipples swelled in pleasure, her body shook and trembled as Michael masturbated her. The pleasure exploded in her brain, the rope tightened, her bare breasts bounced up and down, her reflection only adding to the pleasure. And the humiliation, a young girl stripped naked on her own bed, kneeling tall, her legs spread wide, a strange, older man's finger inside her, intimately masturbating her to climax while she could only watch her own defilement in the mirror that refused to hide her shame.

It seemed like hours as she came, her body twisted and tossed about, each time she thought the orgasm was over, Michael's fingers would bring her to a higher level, her pussy and clit fingered to perfection. She finally slumped over, Michael's hand no longer supporting her body. Her legs were still spread wide, bent in two, her ass thrust up, her panties still high on her thighs.

Michael looked down at her, her ass spread so obscenely before him, her spread legs leaving her anus open and unprotected. He couldn't resist the temptation, his fingers playing up and down her sweat drenched crack, paying special attention to her tiny anus, feeling the tiny hole flutter from his intimate inspection. "Nice asshole Gretchen. You ever have anything up there?" He pressed the pad of his finger on the tight knot of her anus, feeling the spasms running through the virgin hole.

Michael's hand on her back kept her pinned down, her bent over body not allowing her to close her legs. And now Michael was touching her backside intimately. Not her sex, but her anus, his finger rubbed around the hole, Gretchen almost feeling the pulse in his fingertip as it pressed against her resisting hole. "NNNNNO!" She protested the indignity, never realizing that anyone would want to even consider doing such a thing. It was just too filthy.

The scream tore through the house, the sound of Gretchen's sister shrill voice shattering the silence. "I can't take it," she screamed in protest. "Not that, not on my nipple," her ear piercing scream ringing out again.

"Take it all the way in or I'll pinch them off," one of the men's voice responded.

Gretchen looked up at Michael.

"It's Joe. He has a long cock. Real long, over ten inches. He loves to butt fuck girls. Make them take his snake up their ass. But he makes them sit on his cock and shove it in their ass, a painful process I'm sure. Especially for a young, anal virgin like your sister. If they fail to take it, he has some nice nipple clamps and even a pair of vice grips that he attaches to her nipples. The heavy tool will pull her breast down below her waist, the delicate nipple trapped painfully between the unyielding metal. She'll suffer until she takes all of his cock in her ass. To make it worse, the pain in her nipples makes her asshole tighter, making it harder for her to ass fuck herself on his cock." Her scream tore through the house again, the blinding agony of Joe's cock in her asshole sending shock waves of pain in her body.

"Once fully seated in her asshole, it will begin. His powerful rutting as she is forced to take the full measure of his ten inches of thick cock in her asshole. He's been known to butt fuck a girl for twenty minutes, twenty minutes of ass pounding that many girls will pass out, thankful for the welcome relief. But they only wake up, his cock still churning up her ass guts."

She looked at Michael in fear, his finger played with her asshole. _Would he take her up the ass?_ Gretchen not sure she could handle the unnatural probing of his cock in her intestines.

"Don't worry honey, I'm not going to butt fuck you. Not if you suck my cock real good and make me cum." He could see the look of disgust on her face as he mentioned a blow job. "Don't worry, I'll teach you to suck cock. I've seen you with the gun. You're a natural." He laughed as he got up from the bed. He began to take off his clothes, her eyes stared directly at him. He pulled his cock from his pants, her eyes opened wide in astonishment. "Never seen anything that big before Gretchen? Was your boyfriend a pencil dick?" He stroked his cock, the flesh grew thicker, her tongue ran around her lips exciting him.



Chapter 2

Kirsten’s Anal Rape

By Powerone

Copyright 2007-9

Kirsten was scared when the convicts broke into the house, her father tied up, her mother led away to be raped by at least two of the men.  Her mother thought she had secured her daughter’s innocence, but as soon as Kirsten was led to her room by Joe she knew that she would be raped.  Or worse.  She saw the bulge in his pants.  It was huge, Kirsten sure that he would ruin her forever with such a formidable weapon.  While not a virgin, her boyfriend had taken her innocence last year in a parked car at the drive-in, she was not very experienced.  Occasional petting and if necessary, hand jobs kept her boyfriend at bay.

“Please don’t rape me”, Kirsten begged Joe as the door shut with such finality behind her.  Her room looked so menacing now, not a girls bedroom, a bed to sleep in, now a platform to be raped.

“I’m not going to rape you little girl. You’re going to fuck me.  All by yourself.  I’m going to sit back and enjoy it.  Because if you don’t, I’ll beat your naked ass raw until you can’t sit down.  And then you’ll still fuck me.”  He pulled the belt out of his pants, the three inch wide black leather belt a powerful weapon, especially if he beat her ass with the metal buckle.  “Now are you going to obey?”  He slapped the belt hard against the dresser, making sure that she saw the dent the metal buckle put in the wood.

She jumped with the loud snap of the belt on her dresser.  She looked, a wide gouge left by the metal buckle.  She knew he would do it to her.  And probably enjoy it.  “Please don’t hurt me.”  She knew she didn’t have any choice, it was either rape or being beaten and still being raped.  “I’ll do what you want.”

Joe began to unbutton his pants. Since his belt was already off, he might as well let Kirsten see what she was going to have inside her.  He pushed his pants down, kicking them off his legs.  He stroked his cock through his shorts.  Kirsten looked away.  “Watch it Kirsten.  See the cock that’s going to split you up the middle.  I’ve been told that I’m hung like a horse.”  He laughed at the shocked look on her face as he pushed his shorts down and kicked them off, his hand hefting his thick cock in front of her.

He was right, his cock as big as a horse.  It must be at least a foot long.  She had never seen anything that big, her boyfriend’s cock small compared to his.  She was sure that she wouldn’t even get her hand around it, sure that she would be forced to do it.  And the head was as big as a Coke can.  It was going to be painful to take something that big inside her, even more painful when he fucked her with it.  He was stroking it, Kirsten shocked to see it grow even bigger.  She couldn’t even volunteer to suck it instead of having him fuck her, sure that it would tear her lips.  Or worse, he would try to force it down her throat, positive that he would choke her to death with it.

Joe finished taking off his clothes until he was naked, sitting down on the chair, his hand still stroking his cock.  “You’ve seen me naked.  Now it’s your turn.  Show me some skin Kirsten.”

She had no choice, Joe sitting naked on her chair, masturbating so unashamedly, waiting for her to strip naked for him.  Her fingers nervously unbuttoned the tops to her pajamas, the front opening up, exposing her naked cleavage to his eyes.  She felt so ashamed, slipping the men’s pajama top off her shoulders, her naked breasts revealed to an older man that was intent on raping her.  She turned red in shame as her nipples hardened in the cool air of the night.

“Arch your back.  Stick out your tits.”  He wanted to humiliate her fully.  She didn’t hesitate, sure that she realized the futility of defying him.  Still she would require some pain later to get her to accommodate him.  He intended to force her to ass fuck him, making her sit on his giant cock and shove it slowly into her reluctant asshole.  Only than would he fuck her, making her ride his erection until he flooded her bowels with his hot cum.  She had nice tits, large nipples that already hardened, made for sucking.  Maybe he would ride his cock between them, always enjoying a nice tittie fuck to get his cock back to fullness.  Kirsten would do lots of fucking and sucking before they were through with her.  She would never forget this night.  Joe’s eyes gazed down to the mound that pushed the thin panties out, her thighs clenched tightly together as if she could hide any of her treasures from his eyes.  “Spread your legs for me Kirsten.  No reason for such modesty.  You’ll be naked and my cock inside you before you know it.”  His hand made a broad stroke up and down his cock, a glint of cum glistening on the head, making it easy to masturbate his cock.

She spread her legs, looking down, her panties pulled tightly over her mound, Kirsten able to make out her slit in the almost transparent material.  She waited for his next order, his voice breaking the silence.

“Turn around, let me see that lovely ass.”  He couldn’t wait to feast his eyes on her ass, Joe’s preference to enjoy a girl’s tight asshole.  It wasn’t so much the tightness, but the indignation the girl suffered when taken in such an unnatural manner.  He loved their gasps of surprise when first entered, the painful groans as they were stretched beyond limits, the realization that the only way they would survive was to accommodate him.  And unlike a pussy, the asshole could take all of his cock, nothing more enjoyable than to feel the guts of a girl cushioning his thick cock in a pillow of clenching muscles.  And the final humiliation, filling her bowels with a sperm enema, his abundant cum filling her belly.  She turned, leaving her legs spread, already learning the lesson of submission.  Her plump cheeks teased him, pushing out the thin panties, her crack easily distinguished all the way down to her pussy, peeking out from behind.  “Bend over and grab your ankles.  Keep your legs spread.  Show me everything!”

Kirsten grew dizzy as the blood rushed to her brain, feeling her panties draw tighter over her cheeks, spreading her legs wider in hopes of pleasing him.  She gripped her ankles, gazing through her legs to glimpse Joe looking at her, upside down, his eyes staring intently at her ass, his hand stroking his cock faster and faster.  Maybe he would cum by accident, spared from being raped.  He was so intent on watching her that she stayed in position, almost wishing that they would be all he required of her, if it weren’t for the dizziness that was clouding her brain from the blood rushing to her head.

“Back up Kirsten.  Such a great ass, but I want you buck naked.  Get rid of them panties.  You wouldn’t need them anymore around me.  And keep your legs spread like that for me.  I want to see the pink insides of your pussy.  Now strip.”  Joe slowed down his hand, his balls aching from wanting release, but it was her asshole that would receive his first and heaviest load, not his hand. 

She slid her panties down, a tremble racing through her body as the material brushed across her bush, sending vibrations down each tiny follicle.  She kicked them off, standing back up, her thighs clenched modestly together.  She looked at Joe, seeing the look on his face, her thighs reluctantly parting until her legs were spread wide apart, feeling the cool night air blowing on the insides of her pussy lips, realizing how exposed she was. 

She had a neatly trimmed bush, framing her pussy almost like a portrait.  Her full lips were parted, the pink inner lips exposed, Joe catching the light reflecting off the juices that covered her pussy.  Like most girls he had done this to, they became excited from the forced stripping, in spite of the shame.  To be controlled sexually was a powerful aphrodisiac for the untrained.  “Pull your lips farther apart with your fingers and spread your legs real wide.  I want to be able to see inside you.”  His hand made broad strokes up his cock.

Her hands reached down, surprised to find how wet her lips were, pinching tighter as she began to pull her lips apart to his obscene request.  She spread her legs wider, the pose now so perverse, holding herself open for his visual rape of her body.  But she had no choice, standing there was his eyes inspected her so intimately.  But she knew it would only get worse, sure what his next order would be.  At least in that position she would have to watch his face as his eyes explored her naked body.

She would be tight, but almost any girl or woman was tight for his giant cock.  When she was finished with him she would only compare her future lovers to him, finding them all lacking in size, in spite of being raped.  No one would be able to satisfy her like he would.  “Your ass, show me your ass.  Bend over real deep, legs spread wide.  And peel back your cheeks with your hands.  But don’t hide that cute little asshole from me.  I want to see that tiny hole.”  He would finally see the tiny hole that would have to stretch to monstrous proportions to take his cock.  Unlike a pussy, it would never shrink back in size.  It would forever be ruined by his raping cock, but he cared little except his own pleasure.

Her legs spread, her back bent over deeply, she reached back, finding her cheeks, pulling them back until she could feel her tiny backside opening.  She couldn’t stop her muscles from clenching uncontrollably, sure that it was giving Joe an obscene show.  Why would he want to see her backside?  She had heard of sodomy, but that was only for gays.  He wouldn’t do such a thing to her.  It felt like hours before his voice broke the silence of the room.

“Very lovely Kirsten.  Such a delicate flower.  Now over here,” wagging his cock at her as she turned around.

She was afraid of what he wanted, forcing her to kneel in front of him, his hand still holding his cock, the head glistening from the cum that leaked out the tip.  She had used her hand on her boyfriends cock, but refused his requests for her mouth.  She couldn’t do such a filthy thing, taking a leaking organ in her mouth.  She reached out for his cock, hoping to please him with her hand.

He saw her enthusiasm but it wasn’t that she wanted to do it, Kirsten just hoping to avoid using her mouth.  He let her continue, her inexperienced hands not able to handle such a long and thick prick, her strokes jerking and unnatural.  “Lick it Kirsten.  You’re not very good with your hands.  With your mouth, all you have to do is keep your lips tight and your tongue racing over my cock.  I’ll do the rest.  You’re going to have to get it nice and wet or else its going to tear you up when I shove it in you.  You don’t want that, do you?”  His cock jerked in excitement when her pink tongue slipped out her mouth, wetting her lips in anticipation.  She might hate what was being done to her, but she was submissive.  He almost came when her tongue licked hard across his cock, his balls tingling.  God, her hot breath was exciting him, fighting the urge to pull her face down on his cock until he came in her mouth.  Her tongue was much better than her hands, taking long, broad strokes up and down his shaft, but seeing her make sure that she didn’t lick the head.

She had no choice, her tongue moving out her mouth, moving closer until she licked the side of his cock.  She felt it jerk, Joe holding it still as her head moved up and down, spitting on his cock as her tongue rasped along the length.  She choked once, an errant hair slipping into her mouth, reminding her what she was licking.  She saw the crème leaking from the head, hoping she could keep it from her mouth. 

“Now in your mouth Kirsten.  Open real wide and take the head in.  Than I want your tongue to dance over it.  Taste my cum.”  He saw her pleading eyes, but he was beyond reason, his cock wanting to enjoy her hot, tight mouth.  His hands went to the side of her head, pushing her over until her mouth was posed submissively over his cock, her mouth opened wide, waiting for the moment he would push his cock inside.  His cock shuddered in ecstasy from her hot breath, pushing down her hand until he felt her lips sliding over the thick head until the helmet was fully in her mouth, her lips clenched just below the lip running around the edge of the helmet.  “Your tongue, use your tongue now!”  He was beyond reason, his hand pushing hard onto the sides of her head until she complied with his request. 

“MMMGGG,” her mouth filled with hot, pulsating flesh, his salty cum instantly assaulted her taste buds.  Her lips felt like they were tearing, his thick cock splitting them open.  Her tongue moved over the head, a rush of hot, thick cum filling her mouth with the terrible taste, her face grimacing.  His hands felt like her head was in a vise, guiding her head up and down on his cock as though she were a puppet, her hands clenched uselessly at her sides as she endured the oral rape.  The thick flesh filled her mouth, her cheeks bulging out.  Her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe, her lungs deprived of the precious oxygen, her tongue moving faster in hopes of pleasing him.

Joe jerked his hips, shoving more of his cock in her mouth, his hands holding her tight as she gagged when the head of his cock banged against her throat.  He held her still, his balls tingling, his sphincter clenched tight as he fought the urge to cum.  He felt it, a sudden rush of cum shooting from his cock into her mouth, Joe fighting the urge to pump all of his sperm into her reluctant mouth.  He won, finally able to stem the pleasure that raced through his body, holding her still on his cock.

He was beyond reason, Kirsten choking and gagging as he tried to plunge his cock down her throat.  Her head hurt, his hands too powerful, her mouth just a receptacle for his lust.  She was huffing and puffing, unable to fill her lungs with the air through her nose.  Then she felt it, a burst of hot, thick crème that filled her mouth, Kirsten gagging, swallowing some of the thick crème, choking her again.  Did he cum?  It was her only hope to save herself from the inevitable rape.  She waited to see if he was finished, patiently letting his thick cock sit inside her mouth as if it were a natural thing.  He stopped, not moving for long minutes before he pulled out, Kirsten’s head falling down, sucking in vast amounts of air to fill her burning lungs.  She looked back up, surprised to see his prick still hard and erect, though glistening with her spit.

“You almost made me cum.  But I am saving myself for your asshole.”  He saw the shocked look on her face as his words settled in.

“NNNNOOOO!”  No amount of lubrication could allow his thick cock into her tiny backside without tearing her to pieces.  “Rape my pussy,” she pleaded with him, anything to avoid the painful sodomy he was planning.

“You’ll not only take it in your ass, but you’ll sit on my cock.  I’m going to lie back while you do all the work.  And I want it all stuffed inside you.  All foot of my cock in your bowels.  Then you’ll ride me until I fill your guts with my cum.  If you don’t, I’ll beat your ass raw and then you’ll obey.”  He grabbed the pair of nipple clamps and vice grips from his pocket and moved over to her pretty white bed, laying his sweaty ass on her comforter, his hand propping his cock until it stood straight up into the air.  “Now straddle my hips and put my cock in your asshole Sweetie.”  He slapped the buckle of the belt down on the bed.  “I hope you try to defy me.  I love beating a pretty girl’s body.  It will make my cock harder.”  He stroked his cock up and down, seeing the look of surrender on her face.  “Get your ass over here now!”

She wouldn’t survive being beaten, knowing that he was a sadist that derived pleasure from her pain.  She crawled on her bed, her naked body moving up until she spread her legs wide, her knees on either side of his hips, her crotch aching from the wide expanse.  She looked down, her pussy pulled back obscenely.  But it was her asshole, her tiny backside that he was going to rape.  She looked at the thick cock, sure that it would forever tear her apart.  “Please,” she begged, sobbing, but he only grinned evilly at her, his hand never leaving his cock.

“It’s nice and wet, thanks to your lovely mouth.  Now push it against that tight little asshole.”  He saw her raise up, scooting forward, Joe holding his cock up into the air until her little, soft hand encircled it. He settled back, groaning softly as he felt her hand rubbing it back and forth between her cheeks, his cock jerking in pleasure at the delicious friction.  He watched her face as her hand pushed it until he felt her hot, humid hole pushed against the head of his cock, her face grimacing as she began to push her body down onto his waiting cock.

It was huge, like a baseball bat shoved against her, groaning as she pushed her body down, feeling the head of his cock begin to breach her tiny hole.  It would never fit.  She hated the look he gave her, so smug, forcing her to do such a terrible thing.  Her backside began to burn, the head of his cock relentless, her own weight forcing it inside her.  She felt her muscles resisting the intrusion, the uncontrollable clenching making the burning worse. 

Joe wished he could see her asshole as it tried to swallow his cock, but he felt it, the muscles gripping the head as it slowly and relentlessly pushed inside her.  He saw the pained look on her face, his hands reaching out to grip her hips.  “Ride it honey,” he urged her, his hands making her hips move from side to side, dancing on his cock. 

“EEEEGGGGGGGHHH!”  The scream torn from her lips was inhuman, Joe’s hands on her hips holding her from pulling back, Kirsten feeling the tearing as his cock head shoved inside her anus.   “NNNNOOO!”  She struggled to get loose, but Joe held her pinned on his cock, Kirsten sure that she was bleeding, her tiny hole torn from the thick cock.  The fat head of his cock had stretched her hole, tearing it until it swallowed the thick flesh.  It hurt terribly, the cock jerking inside her rectum, pushing painfully against her muscles as her reluctant muscles tried to force the invader out.  It was as if she were trying to shit a log out.   

Joe enjoyed the pleasure her tight asshole gave him, her muscles clenching on the head of his cock as if it were in a vice, squeezing the blood from the tip.  He fought her attempts to escape the rape of her asshole, the powerful muscles in his arms able to keep her in submission.  “Take more of it,” he ordered her.  He picked up the pair of vice grips, teasing the cold metal against one of her stiff nipples, watching as it rose to the occasion.  He opened the vice grips, surrounding the swollen bud in the cold metal. He began to squeeze tight, trapping the delicate bud between the unyielding metal.  She screamed again as he pinched her nipple savagely. 

She was sobbing loudly, the cock poised inside her asshole hurting terribly.  Now he had pushed the vice grips over her nipple, Kirsten unable to do anything but cry out as he trapped her delicate nipple between the cold, hard steel and pinched it tight.  She thought he was going to tear it off as she screamed in pain.  How could he enjoy her pain so much?  She shook her chest, trying to free her nipple from the bite of the vice grips, but Joe’s hand followed her every movement, Kirsten crying in pain.  His hands tightened on her hips, Kirsten feeling the stretching of her insides as his cock continued to bore deep into her guts, sending her soft passage into a series of spasms as her insides stretched to accommodate the girth of his monster cock,  “NO MORE!”  She cried out in pain, the continuous shoving of his cock sending her body into convulsions. 

Her guts surrounded his cock in a warm, soft blanket of pleasure, milking his throbbing flesh as if tiny fingers were racing up and down his thick stalk.  Her muscles clung to his cock as he pushed in, pulled back out, then thrust back in to go deeper each time, sobs of pain elicited from her lips with each thrust.  Joe grunted with each thrust, his hands holding her submissively on his cock as he forced her to ride his cock, Kirsten forced tall by the rigid member in her bowels.  “What a tight, hot asshole Kirsten,” Joe exclaimed in joy as her tight anal ring slid up and down his shaft as he jerked her up and down on his cock as if she were a puppet.  “You got lots more to take inside you.”  Only half of his cock was inside her, refusing to stop until she had taken all of it in her guts. 

She could barely breathe, the thick cock taking its toll on her battered body.  Her asshole felt torn, the tiny hole forced to engulf the thick shaft of his cock.  Her anal ring burned as it was forced up and down the thickness of his flesh, the fat head relentless as it bore deep into her soul.  Her stomach cramped with each painful shove into her asshole, her muscles battered into submission by his thick cock.  She gulped as if she were swallowing his cock, her insides pushed painfully aside to accommodate the pulsating flesh.  She reached down beneath her, surprised and fearful that only half of his cock was inside her.  It hurt so bad now, what would it feel like to take all of it inside her?  And then he would fuck her.  It felt like her guts were being sucked out by the powerful vacuum formed by his cock as he pulled out, only to gasp in pain as he shoved back in, each time going deeper, each time the pain in her guts increasing.  Her body was being tossed around like a rag doll, pushed up and down on the thick cock as if it were a spear piercing her very soul.  When she didn’t help him by pressing down on the cock, his fingers would tighten the vice grips on her nipple, alternating between the two of them until they both felt like bruised and battered. 

He tightened the vice grips onto one nipple, letting it fall, her once proud breast pulled harshly out of shape, her nipple trapped between the metal, stretched while she screamed in pain.  “Take all of it bitch!  Take my fat cock inside your bowels!”  He pushed hard with his hips, driving his cock inside her, his hands on her hips, pulling her down until his cock was buried deep in her bowels, jerking in pleasure as her soft guts gripped his cock in a sea of rippling flesh.

Her nipple felt like it was torn from her body, looking down to see it yanked obscenely out of shape.  But she could dwell little on it, the powerful thrust in her asshole sending his cock so deep inside her that it felt like it was going to come out her mouth.  She couldn’t even scream any longer, barely able to breathe, the thick cock filling her insides with his unyielding hard flesh, her insides forced around it..  It jerked and throbbed inside her, each movement forcing a groan of pain from her lips.  She was sure that he rendered her asshole useless, torn and bleeding.

“Time to ass fuck now Kirsten.  You’ll forever remember this.”  He began to force her up and down on his cock, his cock pulling back until only the head was gripped by her clenching muscles.  Then he shoved her back down forcefully, her body weight impaling her ass guts around his cock until he banged deep into her bowels.  He rode her for over twenty minutes, fighting the urge to cum, not wanting to end the pleasure that her hot, tight hole brought to his raping cock.

She shook her head back and forth in pain, sending the vice grips dangling harshly, trapping her nipple into a painful bite.  The cock bore in and out of her ruined asshole, tearing the soft passage, beating her muscles into submission as she sobbed in pain.  Joe was fucking her hard and fast, the friction heating up her delicate passage, sending powerful cramps into her guts when he plunged deep inside her.  She couldn’t stand much more, feeling like he had ass fucked her for an hour.  Her only hope was that he would cum inside her, ending her pain and misery.  “Cum in me,” she begged him.

“Gladly bitch.  Grip my cock.  Make me cum with the delicious clenching of your hot insides.”  He fought the urge to cum, wanting to force her to service his cock.

It hurt worse when she tightened her muscles but she had to end this misery.  His cock tore in and out, only intent on his own pleasure, sodomized like a whore.  It took five more minutes before her pain ended, his cock shoved deep into her guts until he emptied his balls into her bowels, spraying her insides with a powerful jet of his crème.  He pulled back out, his cock still spewing cum, only to plunge back in.  It burned, the salty cum bathing her battered insides, rubbed raw by his raping cock.  She could almost feel her belly swell as he unloaded his foul seed in her virgin asshole, jerking as it flooded her guts.  Three times he came in her, Kirsten not sure where all his cum came from, filling her until she could hear it sloshing around inside her, his cock still semi-rigid as he rode her until he was finished with her.  Her muscles finally pushed his softening cock from her asshole, a flood of cum rushing out, Kirsten tightening her burning muscles.  Thank God he was done with her, Kirsten rolling off to crumple into a ball on the bed, sobbing.                                                                                                             

Joe yanked her by her hair.  “You ain’t finished yet bitch.  Can’t leave my cock dirty.”  When her mouth opened to scream, he thrust his cock into the waiting hole, feeling her soft lips surround it.  “Lick it clean or I’ll beat your ass!”  He slapped her ass with the belt, the sharp snap sending her tongue to work, eagerly hoping to please him.

She screamed in pain, his hands pulling her hair until it pulled out by the follicles, her eyes watering in pain.  She felt her mouth filled with the foul taste of his cock, her lips pushed wide apart, the flesh slick with his cum and dirtied by her asshole.  She grimaced, fighting the urge to vomit, the foul taste permeating every corned of her mouth.  The belt on her ass laced across her skin, igniting a pain that Kirsten hoped to avoid, praying that he wouldn’t use the buckle on her.  She had no choice, her tongue racing up and down the thick cock that sat in her mouth, cleansing the dirtied flesh, gulping as she fought the urge to vomit in disgust.  She felt it growing hard again, the shaft reaching to the back of her throat.  No again!

She was doing such a good job that his cock began to harden instantly.  “You sure no how to suck cock baby.”  He pulled his cock from her mouth, his shaft glistening from the saliva that bathed it clean.  He stroked it a few times, growing larger, harder.  He pushed her over onto her stomach, his knees pushing between her thighs, pinching the flesh until she complied and spread her legs.  He laid down on her back, his hands reaching between their bodies, gripping his cock and rubbing it up and down her crack, the head still wet with her spit.   He pressed it against her asshole.  “Gonna do you again baby!”   He thrust his hips forward, sending his cockhead through her resisting hole, burying the head into her rectum.  “Now you’ll feel what it means to be ass raped!”  He pushed her body hard onto the mattress as he began to sodomize her, his hips jerking his cock up and down her asshole.

She couldn’t believe it, Joe forcing her down on her belly, legs spread wide.  She felt his hot cock at the entrance of her asshole, shoving hard inside her as she screamed in pain.  It hurt worse, her poor asshole already torn, subject to another ass fucking, his hips driving his cock up and down her backside, his hands holding her pinned submissively on the bed as if she were a butterfly spread to a board for show.  Her throat was too raw to scream, her head pushed into the pillow as he pounded away in her asshole.  She looked at the clock, the minutes ticking slowly, his cock pounding in and out for almost half an hour.  He jerked her up onto her knees, his hands holding her hips, making her dance on his cock as he ass raped her, finally sending his cum deep inside her.  She didn’t even protest when her mouth was used to clean his cock, relieved that it didn’t grow hard in her mouth.  She had finally sated his lust.  She slumped into a pain racked sleep.



Chapter 3

By Powerone

Copyright 2007

Michael stood in front of her, his shirt off, his zipper down and his rigid cock pushing out the front of his pants so obscenely.  He turned to the door and watched as Zeke walked into the room. He pulled his cock from his pants, noticing Gretchen’s eyes on it as he did.

“Pretty little thing you have here Michael.  Don’t mind sharing, do you?”  Zeke was a little older than Michael, having spent the last five years in jail.  It had been a long time since he had a woman; the young daughter looked real good.  Her mother was already being taking care of, as was the older girl, both of them getting ass fucked. 

Michael had released Gretchen from the ropes, even allowing her to pull her panties up and put the pajama top back on, though nothing could hide the lovely naked tits that pushed out the front.  “You don’t mind, do you Gretchen?”  Michael stroked his cock, seeing her eyes opened wide in fear.

It was bad enough when Michael took his cock out.  It was huge, Gretchen was not sure she could take something that big inside her.  Now there was another one, both of them going to sexually abuse her and there was nothing she could do to stop them.  She could hear her mother’s grunts in the next room, not even wanting to think what they were doing to her.  Her sister’s cries had died down; she was not sure what to make of that.  She didn’t know how she survived taking a cock up her ass.  What a perverse act.  She could almost still feel Michael’s finger in her ass; the tiny ring was still burning.  She could only nod her head yes in surrender.  Zeke wasn’t as handsome as Michael, not that it made rape any better.

Zeke sat on the bed next to Gretchen and Michael sat on the other side.  She felt their large bodies trap her.  Michael pulled her chin up with his hand and turned her head until she was facing him.  He kissed her, his mouth covering her soft lips, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.  He pulled back.  “French kiss me Gretchen.”  His lips smothered hers again, this time her tongue was waiting for his, feeling her respond to his touch.

Zeke looked down at her almost naked legs, the pajama top rose up high, the edge of her panties revealed.  He moved close, inhaling her sweet smell, a long time since he had smelled a girl before.  His hand went to one breast, feeling her jump when his large hand engulfed one, almost a bare breast in his hand.  Michael pulled her close as she tried to back away, his hand finding her other breast, both of them availing themselves of her firm flesh.

She could barely breathe; Michael’s mouth was suffocating her with his kiss.  Then she felt a hand on her breast.  She tried to pull away, but Michael was too strong, holding her head still, slapping away her hands as she tried to move them.  Michael’s hand grabbed her other breast, both of them harsh as they squeezed her tender flesh.  She felt the rough pants of both of them pressing hard against her naked hips. The hands became more insistent, feeling the pajama top opening, rough calloused hands touching her silky flesh.  “EEEMMM,” her cry of pain buried in Michael’s mouth as he continued to kiss her, her nipple crushed between two powerful fingers, twisting it.  She struggled with herself as she felt her nipple grow, the pain sending a mixed message to her brain. 

Michael finally broke the kiss.  He pulled the pajama top slowly off of her.  “Nice titties Gretchen.  You like to show them don’t you?”  He teased her, seeing her face turning red in shame as he stripped her.  She sat on the bed between them, naked to the waist, her bare breasts heaving up and down.  He could already see the red marks on them from their harsh touch. 

Zeke couldn’t contain his lust.  “Haven’t seen anything this nice in a long time.”  His head moved down, his hand holding her tit out until his mouth clamped on the hard, brown nipple that capped the lovely flesh.  He bit into the hardened bud, Gretchen tried to move away from him, but his other hand held her tight.  She might fight, but her nipple swelled as his sharp teeth nuzzled along the edge, back and forth.

Michael, not to be outdone, sucked on her other tit, his hand holding her breast so tight until all the blood pushed to the tip.  Only then did he latch his lips onto the throbbing nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth as his cheeks hollowed in and out.  His tongue lashed all over it.

Gretchen tried to struggle but their large bodies had her pinned between them.  She moaned in pain, but they ignored her, too intent on biting her nipples off.  Her hands were pinned to her sides, unable to do anything.  She couldn’t believe it, both men were sucking on her breasts and both of them were hurting her.  Zeke stuck his hand in the middle of her back, forcing her to arch her back and stick her breasts out farther and harder into their cruel mouths.  It felt like Michael was pulling her nipple so far that she thought it would tear, his tongue lashing repeatedly at it.   His hand squeezed her flesh, feeling the heavy throbbing in the tip.  But it was Zeke that was hurting her, sure that her nipple was torn and bleeding, his teeth felt like sharp knife blades as they ground onto her tender flesh. It seemed like hours, but it was only minutes before they both grew tired of sucking her breasts.  They pulled back, Gretchen looking down; her white breasts now covered in red marks, teeth marks around her one areola where Zeke had bitten too hard.  Yet for all the pain in her chest, she had never seen her nipples so hard and pointed, not even when Michael had played with them before.

Zeke unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock.  It stood out almost ten inches long, rivaling Joe’s cock.  Gretchen couldn’t help but look down, Zeke taking her hand and placing it on his cock.  He struggled not to cum when he felt the soft hand on his throbbing cock.  He was going to make up for lost time; Gretchen would be sucking his cock many times today before she was finished.

She sat half naked on the bed, clad only in her sheer panties. Her nipples hurt, but she feared much worse.  She tried to pull her hand back, but Zeke pushed it back down, curling her fingers around the hot flesh of his cock.  “No, please don’t make me touch it.”  Zeke ignored her pitiful cries, taking her hand and placing it on his hot flesh.  She could barely get her fingers around it, never mind how long it was.  She had never seen anything that big, it was almost grotesque.  Michael took her other hand and placed it on his cock.  She looked down, it was not as long as Zeke’s, but it was much thicker, her fingers unable to touch at all.  Two grown cocks were in her hands, throbbing flesh that jerked from her touch.

“Start jerking us off Gretchen.  I’m sure that a lovely girl like you did that before to make your boyfriend happy.”  Michael felt her hand slowly drawing up his shaft, her fingers tightening on the head as she passed over the ridge.  She knew exactly what to do to arouse a man. He hoped that she was a natural at cock sucking.  Her hand began to move up and down, her fingers always tight on his flesh, Michael leaking some cum from the head, her hand gathering up the juices to lubricate his cock.  She looked over, her other hand taking long, broad strokes of Zeke’s cock, barely missing a stroke as she jerked off two cocks at one time without missing a stroke.

She had to concentrate, her hands curled around two cocks, sliding up and down, feeling the hot juices aiding her fingers to glide along the flesh as she got into the rhythm.  She couldn’t believe that she was doing such a thing, but her she was, her breasts bouncing gently as she masturbated two cocks at once.  It was easier than she thought, though she was ashamed at being forced to do such a perverse act.  The two of them were not idle, Zeke nuzzling her neck, kissing her as if they were lovers, while Michael fingered her nipple, teasing it back into erection, his finger twisting and playing with it.

Michael pulled her hand away, Zeke following.  It was not that they were finished; their cocks were still very hard, the heads covered with a slick layer of sticky cum.  They quickly took off their pants and shorts until they were completely naked, eager to make Gretchen perform the perverse duel masturbation.  They sat back down, this time naked next to her, Gretchen feeling their hot flesh pushing against her naked hips.  She looked at both of them, trying not to let them see her.  She had never seen such heavy ball sacks, the wrinkled sacks covered in thick, curly hair, hanging low between their legs as if weighted down by the cum in them.  And the cocks looked bigger, their pants no longer hiding the base of the shafts. 

“Go back to work Gretchen.  And don’t forget our balls.”  Michael grabbed her nipple and twisted it painfully until Gretchen’s hands slid back to work.  In spite of his fingers continuing to pinch her abuse flesh, she began to work on their cocks, both of them moaning as they felt her soft, silky hands begin the rhythmic masturbation of their cocks.  Michael’s ass rose up from the bed as her hand engulfed his balls from below, her fingers searching out his twin balls and gently squeezing them.  He groaned loudly, Zeke responding in kind, Gretchen obviously working on both of them simultaneously. 

She had never felt a man’s balls before, the hairs on them hard and crinkly, almost like wire. And she couldn’t believe how hot they were.  She squeezed them, not sure if it were too hard, both of them rising up as if she were hurting them, but their moans were not of pain, but of lust.  She had heard enough of that to know.  She went back to the foul job of jerking them off, her hand moving up and down without pause, hoping to make them cum and end this perverse scene.  She saw the reflection in the mirror, humiliated at the way she looked.  Here she was on the bed, jerking off two grown, naked men as if she enjoyed it, one of them rubbing her breast as they both enjoyed her masturbation. 

“I don’t want her hand for the first time,” Zeke’s voice breaking the silence in the room.

Michael was enjoying her hand too much, but he too wanted much more from her.  She could always use her hand again later to get them hard again, but for now he wanted to feel her hot, tight mouth around his cock.  He wanted to see the look on her face as she was forced to swallow his cock.  And that of Zeke’s.

Gretchen tried to fight them, but they pushed her to the floor. Gretchen was now kneeling and knew what they wanted. It was like what they did to her mother, making her suck their filthy cocks.  They both stood up, Gretchen eye to eye with the two man cocks, the erect members bouncing inches from her face and mouth.  She looked at them, unable to take her eyes off of them.  Zeke’s was long, the shaft covered with blue veins that pushed out the side, running the length of his shaft.  She could almost see the blood pounding through the veins.  The head looked like a giant bottle cap with a thick ridge. Gretchen was almost able to feel it between her legs as if it were pushing in and out of her pussy.  The head glistened with his cum, as her hand did also, the cum drying quickly into a sticky paste.  She looked over at Michael’s cock, his prick was more formidable, thicker, not even sure that she could get it into her mouth.  Yes, her mouth, resigned to the fact that she was going to have to suck their cocks, both of them lording over her as she kneeled submissively before them.  She would fight them, but she feared she would ultimately have to submit.  The head of Michael’s cock was a dark red, almost purple, the slit in the tip dripping a milky substance as if he had cum already.  She only hoped they would take it out of her mouth when they came, even if they came on her face that would be better than in her mouth.  The taste would be bad enough while she sucked them, never mind the abundant amount of cum that she was sure they would squirt from the cocks.

“You can go first,” Zeke holding is cock in front of her face.  “She can jerk me off as she sucks your cock.  Let her feel the thickness before she feels the depth.”

Michael took his cock into his hand and held it in front of her face.  She put her head down as if she could somehow avoid it.  Michael pulled her chin up until her mouth was only inches from his cock, so close he could feel her hot breath on the head of his cock.  Her lips were clenched tight.  He moved his cock until it touched her lips, holding the back of her head so she couldn’t move away, rubbing the head of his cock along her lips, painting her lovely lips with cum lipstick until they glistened in the light.  He rubbed his cock all over her face, leaving a thick coat of cum where his cock traveled.  Her face clenched tight, even as he pushed the head of his cock against the tiny hole in her nose as if he was going to fuck her nose with his cock.

She felt the hot cum coating her face with Michael holding her still, she was unable to get away from the hot flesh that rubbed her so perversely.  She tried to keep her lips clenched, but the cum escaped into her mouth, just a tiny drop filling her mouth with the foul salty taste.  His cock was too big to get into her mouth.

Michael slapped his cock on her face, the loud thump ringing out in the room.  His cock leaked out cum as it slapped onto her face.  “Open your mouth.”

She kept her mouth shut, biting her lip, knowing that once he got his cock in her mouth she could do little to stop him.  She felt his hand on the side of her mouth, gritting her teeth as she felt the fingers grinding, trying to enter her mouth.  As much as she tried to stop him, his fingers were too strong, one thick finger worming its way into the corner of her mouth until she felt it run over her teeth.  One finger was all that was needed to breach her mouth, a second finger entering to spread her lips wider, his other hand moving to the other side of her mouth as Zeke moved behind her, holding her head tight in his two hands. She was trapped, unable to stop the two strong men from having their way with her mouth.  She felt her lips parting as Michael’s hands opened her mouth from within, wider and wider until it was gaping open.  She saw the shadow as he moved closer, feeling the first touch of his hot flesh on her bottom lip.  She could feel his cock jerk as it touched her lip.

Her mouth was half-way open, his cock pausing at the opening. His cock jerked as she breathed heavily onto the head.  He pushed his cock into her unwilling mouth, his hand jerking his cock back and forth until he felt some cum spit out from the end, into her virgin mouth.  He saw the look of disgust on her face as it landed on her tongue, bathing her mouth with his milky white cum.  “There’s more where that came from.”  He pushed his cock farther into her mouth, her lips forced wider by his thick shaft as it passed deeper into her reluctant mouth.

She couldn’t stop him, Michael jerking off his cock with his hand until he spurted some cum into her mouth, Gretchen fighting the urge to gag as it lingered thickly on her tongue.  He pushed his cock into her mouth, feeling her lips stretching as it shoved deeper, the thick shaft stretching her lips until it felt like the corner of her mouth would tear.  He pulled his fingers from her mouth, but his cock replaced it.  Her lips were wrapped tightly around the shaft, Gretchen unable to do anything, Zeke holding her head still.  She breathed through her nose, trying to fill her lungs with precious air, her mouth plugged with the thick head of his cock.  She tried to keep her tongue away from it, pushing it to the side, anything to avoid touching it.  She didn’t want him to think that she enjoyed sucking his cock.  The foul, salty taste of his cum permeated her teeth and mouth, Gretchen fighting the urge to gag.  Zeke held her head so hard that it hurt, his hands pushing on the sides until she thought it would explode.

Michael couldn’t wait any longer, needing to cum, his balls aching for release.  Once he dumped the first load of cum in her mouth, he could take his time, jamming his cock down her throat.  He began to pump his hips back and forth, Zeke keeping her head still, her mouth open in a wide oval, his cock splitting her pretty lips.  He could see the panic in her eyes, her nostrils flaring as his cock began to fuck her face.  His cock grew shiny from her spit as the shaft slid back and forth between her lips.

She had never felt anything as bad as this.  Her mouth was filled with his foul taste.  Just a little of his cum tasted like she swallowed a gallon.  Her lips were stretched so wide around his thick cock that the corners of her mouth felt like they were torn.  And she could barely breathe, huffing through her nose, her chest rising and falling as she tried to take precious air into her lungs.  She was already growing dizzy as her lungs were robbed of air.  Michael was shoving his cock in and out of her mouth, feeling the thick veins running over her silky lips.  And the fat head rubbed over her tongue, pinning it to the bottom of her mouth.  He pushed his cock in sideways, jamming hard against one cheek until it stretched wide.  His cock felt like steel inside her mouth, unyielding.  She was panting heavily now, her mouth filled with saliva, afraid to swallow it, mixed with the foul cum.  She didn’t want it sitting in her stomach.  “EEEWWWW,” she mumbled unintelligibly as the cock grew in her mouth.  How could it possibly get any bigger?

Michael pumped her mouth with his cock, her tear stained eyes pleading with him, choking as he continued to fuck her face.  He hated to stop, but he slowly drew his cock from her lips, pausing when her mouth still grasped tightly around the head, gripping it just beneath the helmet.  “Tongue it Gretchen.  Do a good job and I will take my cock out of your mouth.”  He felt her eager tongue lap at his cock as if she were a puppy.  He felt his cock leaking onto her tongue, but that failed to deter her from it.  Her tongue took broad strokes across the head, teasing just under the rim to lap at the delicate flesh.  He finally pulled his cock from her mouth, her mouth and lips glistening brightly with cum and spit.

She bent over, spitting out, choking as she sucked precious air into her lungs.  “GGGGHHH,” fighting the urge not to vomit.  She felt Zeke pulling her head back up, Michael fisting his cock in front of her face again.  “NO!  NO!  NOT AGAIN!”  She could do it again.

“Good girl Gretchen.  Now open your mouth again.  Time to take my cock inside and suck it.”  Michael pinched her nostrils, her head heaving up and down as she struggled to break free, but Zeke held her possessively. 

She couldn’t take it again, her mouth sore from it, the taste of his cum still lingering on her tongue.  He squeezed her nose closed, making her eyes tear up.  She tried to break free, but they were too strong for her, whimpering as her mouth slowly began to open, the primal urge to breathe overpowering her fear of taking his cock in her mouth again.  She felt the rubbery head of his cock on her lips, the steely flesh slowly forcing her lips apart until she felt the head of his cock breaching the inside of her mouth.  He was in and she could do little to stop him.  She tried to push it out, but his hips were stronger, forcing more of his cock into her mouth, feeling it fill her oral cavity until she felt it banging against the back of her mouth.  “EEEEGGH,” she gagged as the thick head of his cock pushed against the tiny hole that was her throat.  No way would it ever fit there, but she struggled none the less.  She was relieved when it pulled back out, only to stop for a moment as her lips engulfed the head.  She tongued the thick head, hoping to please him, but it did little to deter him. His cock sped into her mouth, shoving her tongue to the bottom of her mouth until it banged against her throat again.  She choked this time, her mouth opening wider as she did.  She felt the huge head nuzzling into her tight throat.  She choked again, Michael not pulling out, his cock jerking as it fought to breach her throat.  She tossed her head, but Michael’s hips always moved with her, his cock head stuck into the breach of her throat like a bottle cap. 

Her hot, tight mouth felt too good, his balls were ready to drain his cum into her mouth.  He would have loved to fuck her throat, but the need to cum was overpowering.  He reluctantly pulled his cock from her mouth, all the way out until her tongue returned to bathe the head. He pushed back in with a powerful thrust that knocked the air from her lungs, then pulled back out, then back in, over and over.  He began to rhythmically fuck her mouth, harder and faster with each stroke of his cock.  He felt the head of his cock grow larger, Michael breathing heavy as he neared his climax.

She struggled.  She could hear it in his labored breathing, the head of his cock growing bigger in her mouth.  He was going to cum and he was doing nothing to take his cock from her mouth.  Her head was held tighter, Michael’s thrust into her mouth became more urgent as she struggled to free the monster from her mouth.  He pulled it out until only her lips gripped the head of his cock, but he refused to take it all the way out.  In and out he fucked her mouth, his breathing louder as he neared cumming.  She couldn’t do anything but wait for him, bracing for the foul taste to fill her mouth.  He shoved in hard, banging his thick cock against the back of her mouth.  She thought he was going to try to shove it down her throat, but he pulled back until the head of his cock sat unceremoniously on her tongue.

Michael jerked his cock in her mouth, his shaft pumping back and forth in her mouth. His hand banged against her lips, but he cared little for her pain or pleasure, his balls tingling, his sphincter clamped shut as he tried to prolong the ecstasy as long as possible.  His head threw back as he cried out in pleasure.  “Drink my cum Gretchen,” his hand pumping his cock until he felt the first blast of cum shoot out of the head of his cock and into her hot, wet mouth.  He watched as her eyes opened wide in surprise, her cheeks billowing out as they tried to contain his abundant sperm.  Her face scrunched up, knowing she didn’t like the taste, but she could do little but accept his gift of cum in her mouth.  There would be much more of that before they were finished today.  Her stomach would be gurgling with both of their abundant cum before the day was over.  He pumped a second load of cum in her mouth, pulling out before he came a second time.  “Stick out your tongue and keep your mouth open wide.”  She obeyed, Michael watching as his cum shot out into a wide arc to land so perfectly on her waiting tongue, the thick milky fluid covering the pink flesh.

She couldn’t believe that so much cum came out of his cock.  Her boyfriends had little compared to Michael.  Her mouth filled with cum and it was only the first load, knowing there would be more.  Her lips were bloodied, Michael pumping his cock with his hand in a frenzy, not caring as his knuckles smashed into her lips.  All he cared for was cumming.  In her mouth.  She was forced to swallow some of his cum, the second load of cum filling her mouth, some of it dripping down her chin. She gagged as it slid down her gullet slowly, grimacing from the foul salty taste.  She didn’t know why she obeyed so quickly, but she did, sticking out her tongue as Michael masturbated his cock into her open mouth.  Anything to get it over with, the thud of his cum landing on her tongue so loud inside her head. He pushed his cock in her mouth, Gretchen feeling it shrink.  She knew what he wanted, her cum covered tongue trying to lick his cock clean.  She choked as she performed the foul task, Michael finally pulling his shiny, wet cock from her lips, a shadow of its former self as it shrunk up.  She bent over, gagging as she spit the cum out of her mouth onto the floor.  “EEEEWWWWW,” her head yanked up painfully, feeling her hair tearing from the roots.  “NNNNNNOOOO!”  She screamed in disbelief.  Zeke’s long cock was jutting out into her face, a grin on his face as he looked down at her.

“You’re just getting started bitch.”  He slammed his fingers into her mouth, not caring if he hurt her, just eager to get inside her hot, little mouth.  She had done a good job sucking Michael’s cock, it was his turn now.  And she would learn what a really long cock felt like.  She would be swallowing it like a sword swallower before he was finished with her. He fucked his hips forward until he felt her lips around his cock.  He enjoyed her silky lips around his cock, fighting the urge to cum.  “Use your tongue or I’ll jam it down your throat.”

She could smell his cock before he even put it in her mouth.  She gagged at the thought of sucking his smelly cock, but she had little choice.  Michael was behind her pinning her head as his dirty fingers forced her mouth open.  Even with the taste of Michael’s cum lingering in her mouth, she was assailed by the foul taste of his cock as it slid into her mouth.  He began to fuck her without hesitatation, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. 

He slapped the side of her head.  “Use your tongue on my cock.  Show me how good of a cock sucker you are.”  He slapped her again, her tongue moving quickly to comply with his demand.  She was enthusiastic now, that was all that was needed.  Just a little pain.  He forced his cock in and out of her mouth, Gretchen barely able to get half of it inside.  He let her work on the head and a couple of inches of the shaft for a few minutes, Gretchen grunting as he fucked harder and faster, her cheeks billowing out each time he shoved in sideways. 

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, his long cock splitting her lips open, but half of it was still outside of her mouth.  She feared when he would shove it in, sure that he would push it in too deep.  She tried hard to make him cum with her tongue and lips, sucking it into her mouth, even as it banged against her throat.  Anything to make him cum and keep him from shoving it down her gullet.  She worked on sucking his cock like a ten-dollar whore.

As much as Zeke was enjoying her sucking, he still had half of his cock that was being neglected.  There was only one way for her to please all of his cock and that was by shoving it down her throat.  “Hold her tight Michael.  She ain’t gonna like this.”  Michael grinned at him, Zeke knowing that he wanted to do the same thing.  Zeke pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth.  Her tongue raced to slap at the head of his cock, but he paused only to take a deep breath.  He shoved with his hips, seeing Michael bracing, holding her head tight as his cock sped into her mouth.  Not as thick as Michael’s cock, so his cock breached her throat with relative ease.  At least for him.  Gretchen did not take it so easy.  As the head of his cock breached her throat, she gagged, her mouth and throat opening wider, allowing more of his cock head to enter the tight gullet.  His cock was wet, sliding down as she choked and gagged, her head and body jerking as she was suddenly impaled on over seven inches of hard cock.  Her eyes opened wide and from the look on her face, she tried to scream, but his cock plugged her and she was unable to do anything but swallow his cock. 

Her stomach turned as she gagged; his long cock feeling like a snake going into her stomach.  Michael held her head submissively, Gretchen unable to do anything but choke and gasp as the cock rasped down into her throat.  Her throat muscles fought his cock every inch of the way, trying to force out the intruder, but Zeke was relentless.  She struggled to breathe, her nose flaring as she tried to suck in as much precious air as she could.  Zeke seemed to be in no hurry to pull his cock from her throat. Gretchen began to panic as her head grew dizzy.

      

Her throat muscles rippled up and down his cock, Zeke in no hurry to take it out.  He enjoyed her struggles, her eyes glazing over as she suffered from the lack of air.  He looked down, a beautiful girl beneath him, her mouth split open by his cock.  It had been a long time, but this was almost worth it.  His balls ached to cum.  Zeke grabbed her head from Michael, commenting to him.  “Thanks, I’ll take it from here.”  He put his hands behind her head, pulling his cock out of her throat, grunting as it finally popped from the tiny hole.  He pulled back until her lips gripped his cock, thrusting back in, making her take eight inches of cock before he stopped, her throat more open this time, his cock slick as it slid down into her gullet.  But it did little to help Gretchen, her body jerking and shuddering, gagging as he plugged her throat.  He pulled out, then shoved back in, each time shoving more of his cock into her throat.  It took him almost five minutes, grunting and groaning with each stroke as he had to force his cock into the restrictive hole.  The only sounds from Gretchen were her muffled grunts and choking.  Her cheeks were stained with her tears.  She was barely conscious, unable to breathe, Zeke not really caring one way or another.  He just needed to cum and he fought the urge until he plugged her throat with the full ten inches of his cock.

Her head was spinning, her vision going black, as she could no longer breathe.  The only air she got was when Zeke pushed his cock down her throat, shoving in air as an afterthought.  Zeke never stopped fucking her throat, rubbing it raw with his cock as it felt like a giant snake was being shoved down into her stomach.  Her stomach turned over, but she couldn’t even vomit, his cock blocking the passage.  Cum and spit dribbled down her chin onto her naked breasts.  She wished for him to cum quickly, the darkness of suffocation coming soon.

Zeke pumped his cock in and out, making her take the full measure of his cock, enjoying her choking, her throat massaging his cock as it slid down to reach into her stomach.  His hairs finally pushed against her lips, his cock jerking inside her throat.  He held his cock there, impaling her throat on ten inches of hard cock.  He felt the shudder in his balls, feeling his cum shooting through his cock and into Gretchen.  She hardly noticed as it went directly into her stomach.

She could feel his cock grow larger, knowing he would cum soon, but she only felt a twitch as he came, a warmness in her stomach her only reminder that he had cum in her.  She gasped, bending over as he pulled his wet, slimy cock from her mouth, spitting up as she gasped to fill her lungs.  She only hoped that they were finished with her.  She couldn’t take much more of this.

Michael stroked his cock, regaining his hard-on after watching Zeke throat fuck Gretchen.  “Put her on the bed.  Maybe you’d like to taste some nice young pussy?”

Even though Zeke had just cum, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to eat some pussy.  Especially young almost virgin pussy.  He wasn’t sure what Michael was up to, but Gretchen probably wouldn’t like it.

Gretchen couldn’t do anything as they tossed her body like it weighed nothing, throwing her onto the bed, falling on her back. She fought as Zeke pulled off her panties, but the fragile garment tore from his powerful hands.  She found herself pushed down on the bed on her back, naked, Zeke on one end, his hands holding each of her ankles.  Michael was on the other end, above her head, staring down at her.  She noticed that his cock was hard.  God, how could it be so soon?

Michael pulled Gretchen down the end of the bed until her head hung over the edge.  She was almost looking up at him.  But it was her mouth he wanted.  He bent down, straightening out her head.  “Keep your head still Gretchen.  Just like that.  Your throat is in a straight line.  Just right for my cock.”  He saw the panic in her face.  “Zeke, make her feel good.  Eat that lovely cunt.”

Zeke threw her legs up and out, spreading her wide open for him.  He looked at the lovely, pink gash before his eyes, surprised to find her insides glistening in the bright light.  He spread her legs back more until her asshole was revealed, her crack pulled back, the tiny hole barely visible.  It was going to hurt her to take cock up her ass, but that was what made it so good.  He would bust her open with his long cock, but that was what was good about an asshole, it was long enough to take even a massive cock.  The cramps would be hard, but that would only bring more pleasure to his cock. He licked his lips, eager to taste her pussy.  He pressed his head down between her legs, his nose pushing apart her lips, his tongue tasting the sweet nectar of her pussy. 

Her hips shot up, but it wasn’t pain, it was from pleasure.  His tongue licked her slit, from the bottom, all the way up, his fingers pinching the base of her clit until it stood out, the tip of his tongue lashing at it.  She could barely contain herself, biting her lip, not wanting to show him what he was doing to her.  She forgot all about Michael as Zeke’s tongue went to work on her body.  He never stopped or tired, his fingers pulling her labia apart as his tongue explored all of her intimate body.  She felt him make his tongue hard, forcing it into her pussy as if it were a tiny cock, darting in and out as he tongue fucked her.  She couldn’t do anything when his tongue went lower, feeling a fiery feeling in her anus as it lapped at her backside, Gretchen humiliated that his tongue went in such a dark place.  But he soon returned to her clit, sucking the swollen organ into his mouth as his tongue worked on the tip, back and forth rhythmically.   She didn’t even see Michael until it was too late, her mouth open as she enjoyed the pleasure of Zeke’s tongue.

It was too easy, Gretchen’s hips jerking up and down as Zeke ate her pussy.  Her eyes were partially closed in pleasure, her mouth open as she moaned.  He moved over the top of her head, his hard cock in his hand.  He pulled her head back farther until her mouth was at a convenient height.  Her eyes opened, but it was already too late, his cock pushing between her lips and into her mouth before she knew what happened.

“MMMGGG,” her only protest as she was lulled by Zeke and his masterful tongue.  She had forgotten all about Michael, her mind dismissing the thoughts when he pushed her head off the end of the bed.  It should have been a sign, but instead, she let her guard down.  Now she found her mouth breached a second time by Michael’s thick cock.  He held her hands down, Zeke holding her legs up and spread, Gretchen unable to do anything but swallow his cock.  And swallow she did, Michael pushing with his hips until the thick head finally breached her throat.  It burned as it pushed its way down into her gullet, the head thicker, forcing her throat to expand even more to accommodate the hard flesh.  Her muscles rippled along it, but could do little to stop the forward progression. Gretchen choking and gagging as it pushed deeper and deeper into her throat.  She could do nothing, but let her body go, Zeke’s tongue continuing to drive an orgasm from her body in spite of being throat fucked by the biggest cock she had ever seen.

Besides the initial struggle, Gretchen took his cock without any further trouble.  Zeke must be working over her pussy good, her head still as he pumped his cock in and out of her willing mouth, each time shoving it down into her restrictive throat.  She came before he did, but Zeke strung her along, never letting her down, his fingers and tongue driving her from one shudder to another.  He had two fingers in her pussy and even his middle finger in her asshole could dissuade the orgasms that raced through her young body.  It took another ten minutes before he came, preferring to unload his cum into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it all before Zeke let her up.

Her body was spent, so Zeke had little trouble with her.  Pulling her until her head was on his lap, he fed his cock into her mouth, enjoying the pleasure of her tight lips for almost a half hour before he came on her face, spraying her lovely features with his white, milky cum.  She couldn’t move when he was finished, Zeke and Michael dressing.  Michael tied her up after putting her panties and pajama top back on.  He tied her arms behind her back, laying her on her side, a rope keeping her pinned to the bed.  He didn’t want her going anywhere.  At least not yet.  She still had two holes left, one of them a cherry.  And there were lots of cocks for her to take care of.



Chapter 4

Martha

Martha was scared when they took her from the living room to her bedroom.  Not so much for her safety, but for Kristen’s and Gretchen’s, no matter how much the leader had promised not to touch them.  She heard them talking behind her; two of them, one named Zeke, older than the rest of them, an evil glint in his eyes.  The other was young, not much older then Kristen, but you could tell that he had a hard life and took what he took what he wanted, sure that is what got him thrown into jail with the rest of them.  She worried about her husband, Jed, slumped in the chair, blood slowly dripping from the head wound that the gun barrel had inflicted on him.  She only hoped that they were missed and someone would stop by to see how they were doing.  But for now, she had to find a way to survive and keep them occupied and away from Kristen and Gretchen.  And the only way to do that was with her body.  It had been a long time since another man had taken her.  And she was sure that this would not be a gentle lovemaking, these two men sex starved from their years in jail.

She opened her bedroom door, the massive bed that she shared with Jed prominently in the center of the room.  She wished it wasn’t so big now, more than enough room for three.  She had never been taken by two men at once.  She stood in the center of the room, waiting.

“Now that’s a bed made for fucking, Martha.”  Zeke looked at her, the scared look in her eyes only making him harder.  Nice blonde hair, tight body in spite of having two teenage daughters, he couldn’t wait to get her bathrobe off and strip her naked.  “What do you think, Jackson, have Martha suck our cocks first?”  Jackson would do anything Zeke wanted, as scared of Zeke as Martha was.

Jackson stroked his cock through his pants.  Though he would rather have the younger girls, Martha was still a fine looking women, especially for someone that hadn’t had a woman in over a year.  And it wasn’t like she was going to stop him from doing whatever he wanted.  Only Zeke could do that, but Jackson would just have to wait his turn.

“Please don’t make me take it in my mouth!”  Martha cried out in protest, but Jackson was already behind her, his strong hands pushing down on her shoulders, his fingers digging hard into her flesh until she relented, slowly pushed to the ground on her knees.  She had sucked Jed’s cock before, but it was always when she was willing, and he was gentle with her, allowing her to do all the work.  She looked up, Zeke standing only inches from her, Martha staring at the bulge in his pants.  She watched his hands as if she were mesmerized, drawing down the zipper, the sound of it hissing loudly in the room.  The belt came next, his pants opening up, letting them fall until they hung at his knees.  His cock bulged out the briefs he was wearing, the white shorts stained.

“This is for you, baby.”  Zeke pushed his shorts down, his cock popping to life, no longer restrained by the tight shorts.  He stroked it in her face, feeling her hot breath blowing on it.

It was big, much bigger then Jed’s.  And it grew as he stroked it, taking long strokes, Martha seeing the head glistening as it leaked.  She felt Jackson kneeling behind her, his hands already reaching around and cupping her breasts.  She turned to protest, but Zeke grabbed her head making her look straight at his cock, Martha feeling her bathrobe opened as Jackson became bolder.  His hands slid inside her bathrobe, his large hand encircling her breasts, naked except for the satin top she wore.  His fingers hurt as they sought out her nipples, pinching them as she squealed in pain.

Zeke rubbed his cock on her face, holding her head still, leaving a trail of cum on her cheek.  He saw her lips clench tight, but he would have none of that.  She was going to suck his cock and do it now.  He pinched her nose, tilting her head up, waiting patiently as she struggled with her lips tight.  She wouldn’t last long, her lungs robbed of the precious air.  He could see it in her eyes, growing dazed as she struggled, waiting with his cock poised on her lips.

The top of her pajamas were open, her naked breasts subject to the cruel touch of Jackson, his calloused fingers mauling her flesh, especially her nipples.  He would pinch them, Martha unable to cry out without letting Zeke enter her mouth with his cock.  Her eyes watered as Zeke pinched her nose hard, Martha struggling, but the two convicts were stronger then she was.  Her lungs burned from lack of air, finally Martha surrendering, her lips parted trying to suck in the precious airs her lungs sought.  Then she felt it, the hot, rubbery flesh of Zeke’s cock slip over her lips, her mouth instantly filled with the salty taste of his cum as it leaked on her tongue.  His cock tasted foul but she could do little, his hardened flesh already breaching her lips, stretching wider as the thick head seemed to fill her mouth.  “MMMGGG,” she could only mumble, her nipples feeling like they were being crushed by Jackson, his powerful fingers twisting and turning and pinching tight.  And now her mouth was invaded by the thick cock, Martha keeping her tongue to the side to avoid touching it, feeling it jerk inside her lips.  Zeke’s hands became more insistent holding her head so tight it felt like her brains were going to explode.  Her hands moved up to stop him, but were slapped to the side like an errant school girl, Martha keeping them at her side, her fists clenched as she tried to bear the pain and humiliation.

Zeke’s cock jerked when he felt her hot breath blowing on the head, sliding his hips forward as she gasped for air.  His cock slid between her wet, silky lips, gaining a foothold just inside her mouth, her lips gripping his shaft as tight as her pussy would.  She was squirming but had little chance, the two of them too powerful, their lust needing to be fulfilled.  “Nice hot, tight mouth.  Now start licking, Martha.”  He slapped her along the side of her head, his cock slipping out, shoving it back in before she had a chance to close her mouth.  He could see the surrender in her eyes.  Her tongue began to move, first hesitantly slipping over the head of his cock, making his cock jerk from the pleasure.  “Now that’s better.  You suck real good and you’ll not get hurt.”  His hands began to move her head, back and forth, his cock sliding so pleasurably between her tight lips, her tongue continuing to rub so salaciously against his cock.

Jackson mauled her tits with his hands, liking the rough treatment, Martha not able to do anything to stop him.  He squeezed her nipples until he heard her mumbled cries, Zeke plugging her mouth with his cock.  She’d learn to obey him, his turn in her mouth would come soon enough.  Until then his hands ripped her top open, his hands sliding down over her stomach, feeling her suck in her breath as his fingers slid into the bottoms of her pajamas.

Her mouth was stuffed, Martha unable to do anything but take it, hands forcing her head back and forth, the cock sliding back and forth into her mouth until the only taste was the salty, thick cum that leaked from the head.  Her tongue was already growing tired, but her head still ached from when he slapped her.  Her breasts stung, the fingers tormenting her nipples.  At last the hands stopped tormenting her breasts, but she feared more as they slid over her naked stomach and slid into the waistband of her pajama bottoms.  “MMMGG,” she mumbled in pain as the fingers found her bush, yanking out a sprig of pubic hairs painfully.  His fingers tore into her mound, yanking out errant hairs as his fingers began to pinch her lips.  It was almost as bad as when they crushed her nipples.  And the cock in her mouth began to take deeper thrusts inside, the thick head banging against the back of her mouth, his hand holding her head submissively still as she choked.  “GGGGLLLUBB,” her throat opening wide as she gagged, Martha thankful that he at least pulled it back out.  But then she felt it race back in, his hands tightening on her head as it sped deep into her mouth.  She tried to brace herself, but she had no way of knowing as the head of his cock banged against the back of her mouth.  But this time it didn’t stop when she choked, taking advantage of her gag reflex, her throat opening up, the thick head squeezing painfully into the tight opening.  His hands held her tight as she felt it, snaking deep into her throat as her stomach turned over in disgust.

“Spread your legs,” Jackson ordered her, feeling Martha shuffling her knees apart, his hand sliding between her open thighs until he cupped her sex like a bowling ball.  His fingers shoved aside her puffy lips, two fingers sliding along the dry slit until he found what he was looking for.  A hot, tight hole.  Two fingers impaled her with a viciousness, her body shooting up as they shoved dryly inside her.  He twisted and turned them until he felt her grow moist.  “You better get wet, cunt.”  He thrust his fingers in and out, finger fucking her hard, digging his fingers deep inside her, opening them up until he was rewarded with her muffled groans of pain.  He saw Zeke fucking her mouth, the sounds of her choking testament to the fact that you could see the outline of his cock in her throat, her body bucking as she suffered.

She struggled to breath, her nostrils flaring as she tried to fill her lungs, robbed of the precious air by the cock that plugged her throat.  Her mouth was filled with spit and cum, the cock stretching her lips so wide and tight.  Zeke was fucking her throat, Martha’s head feeling like it would explode as he pressed his hands together on each side.  Her throat was getting rubbed raw, his balls slapping against her chin as he began to pump frenziedly into her mouth, his breathing ragged.  She knew he was ready to cum, but Martha could do little but be his receptacle.  And Jackson had shoved three fingers inside her, Martha fighting to get wet to make it less painful, her pussy stretched around the fat fingers, the harsh ridges of his knuckles scraping her painfully.  It felt like a watermelon was shoved between her legs, not knowing such pain since Gretchen was born.

Zeke couldn’t contain his lust any longer; he plunged one last time in her throat, delighting in the way her throat muscles clenched uncontrollably on his shaft.  His balls tingled, his sphincter tightening to try to prolong the pleasure as long as he could.  When he couldn’t fight it any longer, he pulled the head of his cock from her throat, wanting to fill her mouth with his cum.  He began to take short strokes in her mouth.  “Use your tongue as I cum in your mouth.  And don’t swallow until I tell you.”  He pumped his cock rhythmically in her mouth as he felt the cum shoot up from his heavily laden balls.  He stopped his movements, only the head of his cock trapped in her tight lips.  Her tongue raced over the head just as he began to spew his cum into her unwilling mouth.  “EEEEEYYY,” blasting a powerful jet of cum into her mouth and over her tongue, hearing her gasping as she tried to contain his abundant sperm.  It had been a long time since he felt the pleasure of a woman’s mouth on his cock, and he took advantage of it.

She shifted her ass back as the fingers stretched deep inside her pussy, his fingernails scratching her tender passage, twisting and turning inside her at the same time she was trying to accommodate the cock that began to fill her mouth with cum.  Jed never came in her mouth, always a gentlemen and taking it out, Martha using her hand to make him cum.  But Zeke would have none of that, Martha forced to tongue it as it spewed its hot, thick salty cum onto her taste buds, flooding her mouth as she gagged from the foul cum.  He continued to pump his cock in and out, three times he shot into her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she tried to accommodate his abundant cum without swallowing, fearing the consequences of disobeying him.

Zeke filled her mouth, her tongue continuing to lash out on his cock as he shot jet after jet of cum into her mouth.  He finally finished, trying to regain his breathing as his cock began to shrink in her mouth.  He pulled it out, leaving a trail as it slid down off her lips and down her chin.  Her eyes pleaded with him, but he waited for long minutes until he spoke.  “Swallow, Martha.  Fill your belly with my cum.”  He could see the pained expression on her face, her throat muscles working to choke down the thick crème.  When he knew she was finished he ordered her again.  “Lick my cock clean.”  He pressed his semi-rigid cock back between her lips until he felt her tongue bath his cock, running up and down the shaft.  His cock began to harden again.

Her stomach groaned and rumbled, filled with his cum, Martha fighting the urge to vomit.  He slipped his cock back into her mouth, forcing her to clean it.  She grew scared as she felt it growing alive again.  Would he fuck her throat again?  So soon?  At last Jackson took his fingers out of her pussy, relieved even though she knew he was next.  She would have to service his cock with her mouth just as she did to Zeke.

“On the bed, Martha.”  Zeke ordered her into the center of the bed.

“Hey, I want her mouth first,” Jackson almost forgetting who he was talking to.

“You just kneel over her face.  She’ll do it real nice and deep.  Meanwhile I’m fucking her pussy.”  He slapped the inside of Martha’s thighs until she spread her legs.  “Let me see that cunt.”  His eyes were glued to the vee of her legs, her pussy lips pulling back to reveal pink flesh and a dark hole.  He stroked his cock as he kneeled between her legs, his erection growing hard.

Martha settled into the center of her bed, not the place where Jed made gentle love to her, but where she would be raped.  Her arms were pinned to her side as Jackson keeled over her face, his balls rubbing along her chin and mouth, his prickly hair tickling her.  She was forced to stick out her tongue and lick his balls as he dragged them back and forth, crinkly pubic hairs filling her mouth.  Meanwhile Zeke was forcing her to spread her legs, his hands pinching and slapping her thighs until her crotch ached.  She couldn’t do anything but submit to Jackson, her mouth opening wide as his hands fed his thick, hard cock into her mouth.  She closed her lips onto it, his hips pressing down until she felt it fill her mouth, bulging out one cheek.

“You suck real good.  And use that tongue.  Like ya did with Zeke.”  He almost came when her tongue whipped over the head of his cock, struggling to keep his pent up cum from erupting so soon.  He pressed his body up and down, driving his cock in and out of her mouth until he heard her choke, just like Zeke had done to her.  He pressed down harder, fighting the small opening of her throat with the bulbous head of his cock.  She had no place to go, her arms pinned to her side, his cock buried deep into her mouth.

She couldn’t breathe, his pubic hairs pushed against her lips, his abdomen smashed against her nose, her lungs burning as they were robbed of air.  His cock was poised at the entrance of her throat when she was suddenly and painfully raped, Zeke’s hard cock shoved inside her without any regard for her pain.  In spite of him just cumming, his cock felt like steel as it shoved aside all her resistance, Martha feeling like she was split open with a sword.  Her ass shoved deep into the mattress, but the cock followed her every movement, driving deeper inside her.  God, she had never felt anything so big between her legs, not even Jackson’s fingers.  As she screamed in pain, the cock in her mouth breached her throat again, driving dryly inside her tight throat, the head of his cock feeling like it was twice the size.  And then they began to fuck her.  Her mouth and pussy was pummeled by two thick cocks, the men never stopping as they fucked her hard and fast.  She felt like a rag doll, used for the lust of these two rapists.

Her pussy was even tighter than her mouth.  Her husband must be a real wimp.  Zeke began to fuck her with deep, punishing strokes, his cock shoving aside all resistance as he plunged to the depths of her pussy to slam into her cervix.  It felt like the head of his cock was being crushed by her pussy, but he began to rhythmically fuck her, shoving her legs up and back until he could feel her jerk in pain. It opened her pussy up so he could fuck her hard, Zeke taking out his years of confinement in jail on the soft pussy that encased his cock in a warm blanket.  He could feel her body jerking, knowing that Jackson had his cock buried in her throat.  But he had a better idea.  “Get out of her mouth for a minute, Jackson.  I’ll show you a better place for your cock.”

Jackson didn’t want to, but he hated to run afoul of Zeke.  He pulled his cock out of her mouth, her head turning to the side, spit and cum drooling out onto the bed.  He got off of her, seeing Zeke with his cock splitting her up the middle, her pussy wrapped tightly around the shaft as he fucked her with powerful thrusts that made her groan in pain.

“Get on top of me, baby,” Zeke keeping his cock inside of her as he rolled over until she was on top, his large hands gripping her around the waist, pinning her arms to her sides.  He knew she would resist once she knew of his plan.

She was flipped over on top of Zeke as though she weighed nothing.  His cock never left her, still jerking and shuddering inside her.  At least her mouth was free of Jackson’s cock, Martha sure that she would suffocate soon if he didn’t stop.  She was pinned to Zeke, but his hands started to move her hips, making her jerk up and down on his cock.  At least it didn’t hurt as much.

“Just find a hole you like, Jackson.”

It finally dawned on him when he saw her luscious ass perched high up into the air, her legs spread, the cheeks spread open revealing a tiny wrinkled hole.  He looked at his cock, so big compared to her asshole, but he cared little.  He only wanted the pleasure, and he was sure that her virgin hole would more than accommodate his cock.  He spit on his cock, mixing with her spit that already covered it.  He went behind her, kneeling between her legs, holding her legs open as he settled down on her back.

“NO!  NO!  NOT THERE!”  She felt him behind her, finally realizing what they were planning.  She had never even fathomed such a disgusting act.  She struggled but Zeke held her firmly in his bear hug grip.  Hands spread her legs wide, feeling the weight of another body pressing up against her.  Fingers fumbled between them, Martha feeling the rubbery hot flesh running up and down her crack.  She tried to clench her cheeks shut, but only succeeding in gripping the head of his cock in a loving grip, the wet cock sliding up until it pressed against her anus.  She’d never be able to take such a massive organ inside her ass, especially when another one was only inches away inside her.  They would certainly split her up the middle.  She felt Jackson pressing with his hips at the same time Zeke drove his hips up, forcing her anus onto the waiting cock behind her.  She felt her anal ring begin to stretch open, straining as it tried to accommodate the massive head of his cock.  It hurt, but they cared little, Jackson continuing to press hard into her tight opening.

Jackson’s cock felt like it was in a vice, her tight anal ring crushing it as he tried to force it inside her.  He reached down, his hand gripping his cock around the shaft to keep it from bending as he continued to sink his cock into her anal cavity.  “UUUGGGGH,” Jackson straining as he viciously shoved his cock into her, finally the head of his cock breaching the tight ring and sinking into the hot, tight depths of her rectum.

Her head shot up and she screamed out in pain.  She was sure that she was bleeding, the cock filling her rectum like a giant rock.  Her anal ring was stretched tight around his cock, Zeke shooting his hips up and impaling her pussy at the same time Jackson took her anal virginity.  It felt like one giant cock between her legs.  “Don’t move!  Oh God, it hurts so bad!”  She couldn’t stand the pain.

“Nothing like a good sandwich to teach you what cha good for.  Fuck her deeper, Jackson, show her what it feels like to have a man in her ass.”

Jackson needed no further encouragement, her tight, clenching hole bringing him pleasure that he had never felt before.  “You fuck me real good.”  He pressed his cock deeper into her asshole, grunting as he fought her muscles that tried to force him out.  He couldn’t believe how tight she was, the thick head of his cock plunging a path for his shaft.  He shoved another inch in her, pulling out then plunging back in before she could even let out a gasp of pain.  Each time he gained more ground, each time another inch of cock split her ass.  He looked down, half of his cock sticking out her tiny hole, the tiny ring stretched tautly around the shaft of his cock.  “Yeah, how do you like your ass fucking?”

Her mind was clouded in pain, her crotch burning, nothing worse than the painful cramps in her stomach as the thick cock continued to burrow deep into her asshole like a giant snake.  It twisted and turned inside her, straightening out places in her intestines that were not meant to be straightened, her muscles rippling up and down uncontrollably as they tried to force the invader from her body.  And now Zeke began to fuck her harder, matching Jackson’s thrust, one going in, while the other withdrew, always leaving her stretched to the breaking point.  She couldn’t believe how long Jackson’s cock was, each time he shoved in, his abdomen still did not touch her ass cheeks, Martha knowing there was more to shove inside her.  This was even worse than the throat fuck, if that was possible.  The two men were relentless as they double fucked her.  She finally felt it, the head of his cock buried deep into the depths of her bowels, jerking and shaking in pleasure as her stomach cramped from the unnatural act.  And then Zeke did the same, shoving his cock inside her until it smashed against her cervix painfully.  It felt like a giant log was inside her, Martha not even able to differentiate between the two.  All she knew was the pain and the terrible fullness, her insides stretched around the man flesh that raped her.

Zeke could feel Jackson’s cock inside her, their organs only separated by a tiny membrane of flesh.  “Let’s show her how to fuck, Jackson.  Just match my strokes, and she’ll think she is going to die from our fucking.”  He began to pull out, feeling Jackson doing the same.

It felt like her insides were being dragged out, the terrible pressure as her passages caved in behind the thick heads that pulled out.  Both of them were doing it at the same time, Martha bracing for the thrust back in.  “EEEEEWWW,” her shrill cry of pain filling the room as both rapists thrust inside her.  It felt like they were trying to out-beat the other in ferocity, their cocks slicing through her passages like a sword, shoving aside all her resistance until they both met deep inside her, painful cramps coming from deep in her guts.  She couldn’t even fill her lungs before they pulled out and shoved back in, fucking her unmercifully with their punishing strokes.  She wished she would faint in pain, but she balanced on the edge of consciousness, forced to take the painful duel rape.

They both struggle to hold out as long as they could, not wanting to be the first one to cum inside her.  Zeke was ruthless, bouncing Martha up and down on his cock like a rag doll, his cock burrowing deep inside her to meet Jackson’s cock.  Martha was only sobbing now, her throat hoarse from screaming, her body buffeted by the twin cocks that raped her two orifices.  Her asshole was beaten into submission, his cock plunging in and out without restraint, tearing up and down her passage without regard to her pain.  And it hurt each time when they plunged inside her, feeling like their cocks were stabbing deep inside her.  Her only hope was that they would cum inside her and end her misery.

Jackson was the first to cum, plunging so deep inside her, her insides clenching on his cock almost lovingly.  He held out as long as he could, but finally he shot inside her, spewing his cum deep inside her bowels with a jet of ropey cum.  He pulled back out, another load of cum shooting out as he plunged back in, his cock sliding easier on her wet passage.  He bellowed triumphantly, Zeke not far behind, cumming a short time later, Jackson’s last load of cum shooting out at the same time as Zeke’s first.

She was flooded inside her, shamed as her intestines were filled with Jackson’s burning cum.  Then she felt Zeke cumming inside her, humiliated, the first time another man beside Jed came in her.  They continued to fuck her as they came, but their cocks already began to shrink, the pain lessening with each thrust.  Jackson was the first to pull out, it hurting almost as much when he took his cock out as when he entered her.  Zeke threw her off like a sack of potatoes, his lust sated, her body no longer needed.  But that wasn’t true, Martha finding her mouth forced into service, first cleaning Zeke’s cock of the cum, then Martha choking and gagging as she was forced to take Jackson’s soiled cock in her mouth and clean it, choking as she tried to swallow the foul fluids that coated it.  They finally dragged her off to the living room, the bathrobe hastily thrown around her.  Gretchen and Kristen were gone, only Jed still slumped in the chair, unconscious.



Chapter 5

Performance for Father

Gretchen saw him coming in, wishing it was Michael instead.  He kneeled on the bed, Gretchen unable to do anything, bound hand and foot, her panties stuffed into her mouth.  His hands slid over her ass cheeks, the pajama bottoms doing little to stop him from feeling her naked body beneath.

“Nice ass, Gretchen.”  Joe continued to fondle the bound girl, his cock growing.  “As nice as your sister.”  His hand slid up her side, seeing her trying to escape his touch until he found an unrestrained titty beneath the pajama top, his finger finding her nipple already pushing out the thin material.  “Your sister was great.  Did you hear her through the wall?  She didn’t want me to fuck her in the ass, but I managed to convince her otherwise.  Michael tells me all you did was some sucking, but you are about to become the main attraction.”

She mumbled in protest as the fingers dug into her nipples, making them hard in spite of her revulsion for him.  His hand cupped her breast so casually as if he were a lover as she tried to squirm away, but the ropes held her bound submissively.  What were they going to do to her?  Main attraction?  She felt his hand leave, untying the ropes that kept her bound, thankful at least for that.

* * *

Jed finally came around, his head pounding, a look in the mirror across from him and he saw the cut on his forehead, the blood now dried.  He tugged on the ropes that held him to the chair, but all they did was dig into his wrists and ankles until he finally stopped.  There was no one else around, though he could hear voices in the bedrooms, Jed fearing for the safety of Martha, Kristen and Gretchen.  These were convicted felons, escaped from jail, sure that they would do anything not to go back again.  Anything, fearing for their lives.  He couldn’t say a word when one of them came in, a gag around his head covering his mouth.

“Well, Jed, you certainly do have a lovely family.  I’ve never seen such an abundance of lovely female flesh before.  Not only your wife, but your two lovely daughters have bodies that were built for pleasure.  Now I see the hatred in your eyes but there is little you can do.  And I thought you might like to see how talented your daughters are.  I know sometimes that a father doesn’t see his daughters as women, only little girls.  But when we’re finished with showing you their talents, you will know they are women.”  Michael broke out into a boisterous laugh.  Michael turned around when he heard the bedroom door open.  “And yes, here comes your lovely wife, Martha.  So talented she is.  And devoted to your daughters.  She sucked and fucked to save them, but to no avail.  Though she did drain lots of cum from our balls!”

They were going to ravish his daughter in front of him, his anger increasing, but the ropes held him tight, barely able to move an inch.  He hated what they made Martha do, tricking her into believing that she would be saving their daughters.  These men were despicable.  He saw Martha being led out of their bedroom, naked, her arms behind her back, probably tied though he couldn’t see that.  But what was unmistakable was the rope that was drawn up between her legs, the other man was holding it like a leash as he brought her into the living room.  Jed saw the way it cut up between her delicate thighs and the way the man was tugging it, it also drew harshly up between her pussy lips.  Her bald pussy lips, the men must have made her shave.  Jed still couldn’t stop his cock from hardening, Martha’s body always able to do that with little trouble.

Martha was having trouble walking, the prickly rope rubbing up and down her delicate slit.  That and she was well fucked, her pussy and ass sore from what the men did to her.  She was at least glad that Jed was awake and looked well, but she hated that he saw her this way.  Zeke was dragging her along like a trained dog, the harsh rope hurting her slit, Zeke cruelly tugging it to make it rasp along her delicate lips.  He finally stopped in front of Jed, Michael standing on the other side of her.

Zeke ran his hand casually over her breasts, enjoying the way she bit her lip as she tried not to get aroused by his fingers, but her nipples gave her away, growing erect as Zeke’s fingers tightened on the tip and twisted them.  “Nice tits,” Zeke talking to Jed.  “But you know that.  But I know for sure by the way she squealed when Jackson first ass fucked her that you never were up her ass.  According to Jackson, you missed a nice tight hole.  And she was very good at clenching on his cock until he came up her ass.”

Michael was not to be outdone, his hand slipping down her abdomen, Martha sucking in her stomach as his fingers played across her bare mound.  He touched the rope, tugging it, Martha gasping and spreading her legs wider apart in hopes of alleviating some of the pain.  His fingers pushed the rope out of the way as he stroked her up and down her slit until he felt her wetness.

Jed shook the chair as he tried to get loose, the two men running their hands over Martha’s body with impunity, Jed’s mumbled threats doing little to stop them, the one that had stroked her pussy now had his hand behind her.  And by the look on Martha’s face, he was touching her ass.

She couldn’t do anything as Michael’s hand stroked down her crack, Martha learning early on not to defy them, allowing him to run his hand over her abused anus.  He drew up the juices from her pussy, his finger pushing on her anus until she felt her rectum pierced by a fat finger, gasping as the fingernail of his finger reignited the wounds of her ass rape.  His finger twisted and turned inside her, finally pulling free as the others began to come down the hall.

Kristen was the first one led down the hall.  You could see by her eyes that she had been crying.  And probably worse.  At least she wasn’t bound, or naked.  One man was next to her, his eyes staring at her body as she walked.  Gretchen was last, another man next to her, his hand around her waist as if she were his girlfriend.

Michael left Martha so he could enjoy the other girls.  Zeke pushed Martha into another chair across from Jed so he could see her, tying her legs to the chair legs, spreading her open for Jed to gaze lustily at his wife.  “I’m Michael, that’s Zeke that’s spreading your wife open for you.  Jackson is next to Kristen, they are good friends,” Michael laughing.  “And Joe has your youngest, my favorite, Gretchen.  She is so docile, willing to do anything to please.”

Kristen and Gretchen were both dressed in short schoolgirl skirts, Michael loving that they were in fashion.  Each wore a sweater that clung to their ample tits, high heels making their legs look longer and sexier.  “Come here, Gretchen.  Next to daddy so he can see you better.”

She was pushed toward Michael, seeing the desperate look in her mother’s and father’s eyes, both of them bound in chairs, her mother naked and spread so obscenely.  Gretchen had never seen her mother naked like this before, her pussy spread open, red and abused from being raped by the men.  She felt shamed to stand in front of her father, knowing Michael would force her to do perverse acts, her parents forced to watch her.  She knew she could do nothing to stop them, Kristen’s cries of pain from defying them testament to their cruelty.  Michael pushed her in front of her father, standing behind her.

“Isn’t she a lovely bit of female flesh, Jed?  I bet it is difficult not to get hard when you saw her.  Like now, the bulge in your pants difficult to hide.”  Michael’s hands slid around her slim waist, pushing forward until his cock rubbed against her ass cheeks.  “Can you feel my cock against your ass, Gretchen?  Soon you will enjoy it inside you.  I bet you didn’t know your little girl wasn’t a virgin, did you, Jed?”  He saw the surprised look on Jed’s face.  “I haven’t even fucked her yet, though she does suck cock like a pro.  As well as Kristen and Martha.  Did you teach them all?”  Michael’s hands slid under the white sweater, feeling her body jump as his hands touched her bare skin.  He began to caress her flesh, moving his hands up higher until he found the bottom of her bra.  He cupped both breasts, his large hands able to grip them with ease, tightening on them until he felt the flesh compress beneath his powerful grip.  “Let’s get this out of the way.  While your tits look lovely beneath it, daddy wants to see them.”  Michael pulled his hands out from beneath her sweater, pulling it up from her waist.  “Raise your arms up, Gretchen.”  She put her arms straight up into the air.  “See, Jed, didn’t I tell you she was docile?  Just imagine all the things you could have made her do.”  He slipped the sweater up over her head and threw it on the floor, Gretchen putting her hands to her sides.

His hands were feeling her up as her father watched; humiliated that Michael told him she wasn’t a virgin.  She raised her arms up, feeling the sweater pulled off of her, leaving her clad only in the lacy bra that they made her wear.  She couldn’t help but to look, seeing the bulge in her father’s pants.  Was she doing that?  Her hands went to her sides, her fingers curled into a ball, waiting for Michael’s to begin caressing her flesh again.  She felt his cock jerking against her ass, afraid of taking such a monster inside her, knowing it wouldn’t be her pussy but her ass that would be impaled on it.  All while everyone watched.

Michael’s hands returned to her breasts, pushing up beneath the bra until her bare bosom threatened to pop out the top of her bra.  His fingers curled around the cup until he felt the unmistakable bulge of hardened nipples that threatened to bust out.  He found the tips and squeezed them, the thin bra doing little to protect them as his powerful fingers dug into the erect buds.  “I bet you can’t wait to see these nipples, Jed.  Look how hard they are already.”  He dug his fingers into them tighter until he heard Gretchen moan, her hands still hanging uselessly at her sides in submission.

Her nipples hurt and at the same time she felt the delicious tremors between her legs.  Michael seemed to bring that out in her body, making her betray herself, his harshness taking her breath away.  She felt his hands slip under her bra, the lacy material passing over her nipples as he slid the bra up over her breasts until they were naked, Gretchen turning red in shame as her father stared unashamedly at her heaving breasts.  Michael took full advantage of their nakedness, his fingers teasing the nipples, his hard fingernail slapping back and forth over them as they sprung to life in spite of the pain.

Michael played with her nipples, taking full advantage, his fingers slapping them to attention, her body jerking each time he became too harsh, her ass pushing back in pain, only to make his cock jerk in pleasure.  But no matter what he did, they grew to hard little rocks that pushed out like sharp points that beckoned for attention, a soft or hard touch, Gretchen caring little which one.  He hefted them up like grapefruit, his fingers yanking on the nipples until they stretched out, Gretchen forced onto her toes as he yanked them up into the air.

Jed couldn’t take his eyes off of her, though he knew he should.  Michael was abusing her nipples, yanking them hard, but Gretchen barely gasped in protest.  All Jed could think about was her breasts, just like Martha’s breasts when Jed first met her, firm and pointed.  His cock shuddered in his pants as Michael pulled her bra from her, leaving Gretchen standing half naked in front of him, stripped to her waist, her firm young tits standing out proudly.

“I think daddy likes your titties, Gretchen.  Now what man wouldn’t?  But he would like to see more, Gretchen.  He wants to see your little pink pussy, though he is disappointed that you were such a slut and gave away your young-girl innocence.”  Michael’s hands slid down to her waist, guiding it from side to side, her ass sliding sensuously over his throbbing cock.  “Have no fear, Jed, I’m sure her asshole is virgin, though it won’t stay that way long.  You should see what her ass is doing to my cock now.”

Michael’s hands became more insistent, slowly drawing her short skirt up her legs, her father’s eyes gazing down to watch as more and more of her naked legs were revealed.  She felt the edge of her skirt drawing up her thighs until she was sure her panties were revealed, Joe giving her white, virginal panties to wear, though they were too tight for her, Gretchen growing up and wearing thongs now.  Michael had her skirt around her waist, her lower body protected from peering eyes only by her panties.

“Spread your legs, Gretchen. Or are you trying to hide your treasures from daddy?”  Again, she obeyed without question, her legs shuffling until her thighs parted and the panties pulled tighter over her mound.

Jed couldn’t take his eyes off of her panties, her slit revealed vividly by the tight panties that seemed to dig between her lips.  And he saw the wetness, shamed that his young daughter was growing aroused as Michael took advantage of her body.  Would she cum when he fucked her?  The thought had never crossed his mind, that of the sexuality of his daughter, especially his youngest.  But it stood out vividly before him, Gretchen almost naked and aroused.

“Outline your pussy with your fingers, Gretchen.  Tease daddy with what we will soon reveal to him.”

Gretchen’s hand slid down over her stomach, passing over her bush, sending shivers up her spine as her fingers excited the hair follicles.  She pushed one finger between her slit, sliding her wet panties into the sharp divide as her finger slid up and down her pronounced slit.  She spread her legs a bit farther, going about it almost hypnotically as if she were masturbating privately in her own bedroom.  Her finger slid up until she shuddered, pushing back onto Michael’s demanding cock as her finger found her clit, touching the sensitive bud through her thin panties.  “Mmmmmmmm,” trying to contain her lust that her fingers ignited in her.

“Little Gretchen likes to perform for daddy,” Michael hearing her moan of pleasure, enjoying the way her ass cheeks clenched onto his cock.  He would use that to his advantage.  “Slip your panties down your legs and step out of them.  Let daddy see your pussy.”

It was hard for Gretchen to comply, all of the other men gathering around, even Kristen forced to watch, all of them eager to see her naked, Gretchen ashamed at what Michael would force her to do once she was naked.  It was bad enough when they took her in her bedroom, but now everyone would see her, everyone would hear her cumming.  Her fingers slipped into the waistband and slowly drew it down over her hips, tugging hard as the tight-fitting panties stretched to slide over her shapely hips, the panties pulling out from between her pussy lips as they slid down.  Gretchen felt even more self conscious when she bent over, her naked breasts hanging down so obscenely as she slipped them off her legs.  She felt the rush of cool air between her thighs as she raised her legs, ashamed at what they could see as she rushed to push the panties off of her feet.  She stood back up, her body flush as she stood naked in front of them, her father’s eyes staring at her sex.

“I can see it in your face, Jed.  You like that young pussy.  You think about fucking your daughters when you’re inside Martha.  Hot, tight young cunts.” 

Jed shook his head in protest, but he couldn’t deny the way he was staring at Gretchen.  Or the bulge in his pants.

“Show daddy some pink, Gretchen.  Spread your pussy lips apart with your fingers.  Real far so he can almost see inside you.  Inside your once-virgin hole.  And spread your legs wider.  I know you know how.”  Michael pushed against her naked ass cheeks, his cock needing to be freed from his pants real soon.

“Nooo!’  Gretchen felt a sudden shame spread over her body, Michael wanting her to show her most intimate flesh so obscenely.

“You either do as I say, or it’s Kristen that will suffer.  I’ll have Joe take a belt to her pussy.  He’d love to whip her slit with that thick belt of his.  And then he’ll fuck her up the ass again.  You want Kristen to suffer for your disobedience?”

Gretchen’s hands slid down over her bare stomach and through her bush until she found her pussy lips.  She gripped them with hesitation, finally resigned to the obscene act in order to spare her sister.  She felt her wetness, shamed as her fingers tightened on her lips and began to spread them open.  Wider and wider she pulled them until she felt the tugging become painful, Michael behind her encouraging her to pull them wider.  Finally she held them out wide, ashamed as she felt the cool night air blowing on her inner lips and even deeper, into her pussy.

Jed stared unashamedly at her pussy, never seeing such a thing before, her pink insides exposed so vividly, even into the dark hole of her pussy.  He almost forgot that it was his youngest daughter as his eyes explored the openness of her pussy.  Martha would have never done such a thing, Jed only seeing her pussy from afar, their lovemaking mostly in the dark.

“Play with your pussy, Gretchen.  Show your daddy how you masturbate.”  It was time to fuck her, his cock needing relief soon.  Just a bit more and then she could begin to satisfy him.

She released her pussy lips, at least glad that she wouldn’t be so exposed.  Her fingers slid up and down her slit, gathering up her juices that flowed so abundantly in spite of her shame.  She began to masturbate, making sure her slick fingers rode over her clit.

“Put two fingers inside, Gretchen.  Show daddy your lost innocence.”  Her ass shoved back against his cock as she gasped in pleasure as she speared her fingers into her tight pussy.  He remembered the hot tightness of her pussy, in spite of not being a virgin.  But it was her asshole that he would take first, and her mouth would make him slick enough to fuck past her virgin backdoor.

She finger fucked her pussy, spreading her legs wider as her two fingers slid inside her tight hole.  Yes, she did lose her innocence, but she hadn’t been fucked much, her pussy almost as tight as a virgin.  It began to feel good, her other hand going to her clit, drawing it out so she could lightly tap over the swollen bud.  She felt shamed at the noise as her fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy, but she couldn’t stop the pleasure that raced through her body as she masturbated publicly.  This made it all the more exciting, forced to perform sexually as everyone watched her.  Everyone, including her father, his eyes glued to her fingers as they slid in and out of her drenched pussy.  Slick fingers that revealed her shameful arousal.

His eyes watched her almost hypnotically, her fingers going in and out of her pussy, Jed imaging how it would feel if it were his cock instead, forgetting that it was his daughter.  And she seemed to be doing the same, her fingers glistening with her juices, her pussy drenching them as they fucked her.

It was time to stop temporarily, Gretchen having other work to do first before she came.  “That’s enough for now.  You’ll have another chance.  I want you to take my cock out and show daddy how you suck cock.”  He spun her around, his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to the floor in front of them, his cock straining to get out of the tight confines of his pants and into the hot mouth of the young girl.

Her hands went to Michael’s pants automatically as if she had done it a hundred times, her mouth only inches from the bulge that pushed out the front of his pants.  She undid the belt, the snap next and then her fingers gripped the zipper, the hissing sound of the zipper breaking the silence in the room.  Gretchen could feel Michael’s hard cock as she pulled the zipper down, her mouth filling with saliva as she relived the times she was forced to suck a cock, almost able to taste the saltiness again in her mouth.  She pushed his pants down, Michael stepping out of them.  Her hands outlined the thick shaft of his cock in his shorts, her fingers running up to the giant head.  As she touched it, it twitched, pushing against the shorts, trying to be free of the constraining material.

“Yes, Gretchen, your soft hands make my cock twitch in pleasure.”  She was stroking his cock, her slender fingers moving up and down the shaft.  “Free it, Gretchen.  It wants to feel the hot flesh of your hands.”  Michael tried to contain his moan, her soft hands pulling down the shorts, his cock jerking out to pop into her face, her hot breath exciting him beyond reason.  Her fingers reached out, gripping his hot flesh, long, slim fingers curling around it.  “Jerk it off, Gretchen.  Show Daddy how good you are.”

Her fingers glided along the shaft, sliding over the thick head, her fingernails slicing across the thick rim, the head of his cock already leaking its precious fluid.  She knew what she had to do, turning to look at her father, seeing the look on his face as she casually masturbated Michael’s cock.  She felt the humiliating flush on her face as she opened her mouth, pushing her head forward until she felt the thick crown of Michael’s cock slip over her silky lips and into her willing mouth.  Her lips closed, trapping it just beneath the head, her tongue already going to work on it.

“Look at her gobble it up,” Jackson exclaimed as Gretchen began to suck Michael’s cock.

“What do you think of your youngest daughter, Jed?  Did you teach her to suck cock?  Or is she a natural cocksucker?  Like your lovely Martha?”  Michael pressed his cock deeper into Gretchen’s mouth as she sucked it in, his hands going to the sides of her head, his hips moving in and out.  He had to be careful, not wanting to cum, saving that for her asshole.

Jed couldn’t believe what Gretchen was doing.  She took to sucking cock like a pro, much better than Martha had ever done.  His cock strained his pants even though he tried to drive the evil thoughts of his daughter from his mind, it was just too much, her young face tilted up to look at Michael, his big cock splitting her lips like a giant log.  All the while he could hear her energetic sucking, filling the room as all watched silently.  The cock was driving deeper and deeper into her mouth, a gag as it banged against her throat, but she made no movement to try to move away.

Michael tilted her head and Gretchen knew what to expect, her throat impaled on his cock with the next thrust, Gretchen’s nostrils flaring as she sucked in precious air into her lungs as his snake of a cock slid down into her gullet.  She choked and gagged on the thick flesh, but Michael’s hands held her in position, jerking her head up and down on his cock, masturbating in her throat.  He finally pulled his cock out, Gretchen’s head going down, coughing hoarsely, cum leaking out of her mouth onto the floor beneath her.  She looked up at Michael, his hands pulling her up to her feet, Gretchen knowing that she was about to get fucked, fearing the worst.

“Let me at that pussy,” Jackson pushing everyone out of the way.  He already had his cock out.  “But I think Martha should suck Jed off while we fuck Gretchen.  It’s not fair for Jed not to get his rocks off watching his daughter fuck.”  He went over to the chair, untying Martha, pulling her naked body over to where Jed sat bound.  “Take his cock out, show it to your daughters, Martha.”  Jackson forced her painfully to her knees.

She fumbled with Jed’s pants, ashamed that his cock was so hard, never seeing it like that before.  Is it because of Gretchen?  Was he lusting after his youngest daughter?  She yanked his pants open, pulling them down, his shorts next.  She hated to suck cock, but the men cared little for her preferences.  His cock stood out hard, looking up to see Gretchen staring at it as she stood naked, Michael behind her, his naked cock pressed against her ass.  And now Jackson was moving in front of her.  Would they both take Gretchen as the men had done to her?  She didn’t know if her youngest daughter would be able to stand the pain of taking such a big weapon up her virgin ass, Martha recalling vividly the pain as they both took her at one time.  It felt like a giant log between her legs.  She did what she had to do, her mouth engulfing his cock, bobbing up and down, spared from seeing her youngest daughter’s duel rape.

Jed struggled not to cum as Martha began to suck him off, Gretchen and Kristen both gazing at his naked cock before Jackson blocked out Gretchen, his large body slipping in front of her.  He had a monster of a cock.  All the men did, almost inhuman proportions.

Gretchen looked down to see the large cock of Jackson, his hand fisting it, pointing between her legs.  It was huge and he was going to put it inside her.  That was bad enough, but what really worried her was Michael.  She felt his hands behind her, powerful fingers pulling her cheeks apart until she felt the unmistakable hardness pressed against her anus.  Now he had used his fingers on her anus, violating her, but they were nothing compared to the thick helmet of his cock.  She was sure that he would tear her apart with it, and if she survived the initial painful entry, she would sure die at their hands as they both fed their massive organs into her body.  Jackson’s cock slipped between her pussy lips, Gretchen grateful that she was at least wet, the head of his cock gathering up her juices.  He crouched down as he lined up his cock, pressing it against her tight opening.  She had never had anything that big inside her, but she could only spread her legs wider in hopes of surviving the duel rape.  “OOOOHHH,” moaning as she felt her pussy spread open by his demanding cock.  She pushed back to escape it, only to find her anus spread as Michael’s cock was waiting for her, pressed into her tight opening.  She pushed away from Michael’s cock, only succeeding to jam another inch of Jackson’s cock into her pussy, feeling the thick flesh pushing aside all her resistance.

The men began to rut into Gretchen, each time she moved away from one, the other would be welcomed into her welcoming hole, her hips bouncing back and forth as she was impaled in both of her holes.  Michael felt the tremendous pressure as her anal ring fought the intrusion, finally winning out, Gretchen letting out a scream as her anal ring was forced around the head of his cock, gripping it so tightly.  His cock shuddered as her rectum squeezed the head of his cock, her muscles trying to force out the intruder.

“EEEEWWW,” her scream inhuman as her anus stretched so wide she was sure it was torn.  She felt the popping as the head of his cock slipped into her tiny asshole, stretching and tearing as it fought its way into her rectum.  It hurt, her muscles clenching uncontrollably, trying to force it out, but her body was sandwiched between the two men, their raping cocks piercing her very soul.  Jackson was just as forceful, her pussy stretched to take the massive organ in her almost virgin hole, Michael grunting behind her as his hips jerked back and forth, each time more and more of his cock fed into her guts.

Jed couldn’t believe what they were doing to Gretchen, seeing the pained look on her face, her screams, knowing they were taking her youthful body with their adult organs.  They only grinned, their asses moving back and forth as they began to fuck her in both holes.  Jed tried to contain his lust, Martha sucking his cock with a new interest.  Had these men taught her this?  Or did she like it now?

Michael couldn’t believe how tight she was, her muscles rippling up and down his cock as he fed his cock into her bowels.  She was moaning in pain, but he didn’t care, only interested in cumming deep into her guts.  He could feel Jackson’s cock, separated by a thin membrane, both of them setting up a rhythm, fucking in and pulling out in coordination.

Her insides felt like one giant log was tearing her up.  They both moved inside her, feeling like they were trying to drive their cocks out through her stomach and out her mouth, only to find her insides collapsing as they pulled out in unison, gasping as they paused only for seconds before she found her insides quickly filled with thick, pulsating flesh.  She was buffeted back and forth between the men, shamed as her breasts danced on her chest, her insides rubbed raw by the raping cocks.  And all she could see is her father being sucked off by her mother, his eyes staring at her as they raped her.

It went on for five minutes, both men struggling to contain their lust for as long as possible.  Gretchen felt Michael’s cock snake up into her intestines, cramping her as it straightened out her organ, pushing aside all her muscles to dig deep into her bowels.  And Jackson began to fuck her hard, making her take the full measure of his cock with each thrust, feeling like their cocks were meeting somewhere in the middle of her body.  Her anal ring had given up the fight, beaten into submission, Michael’s cock sliding in and out with ease, but not without pain.  Gretchen watched her mother drink down her father’s cum, her cheeks bulging out as he came in her mouth, her father’s eyes still glued to her as she was raped.

Jed felt the shame as soon as he came in Martha’s mouth, but the men made her keep her mouth on his cock, even allowing him to cum in her mouth.  They continued to fuck Gretchen, Jed unable to comprehend why, but his cock never shrunk much after cumming, staying semi-hard in Martha’s mouth.  She had never drunk his cum, but the men made her, Jed enjoying it.  For long minutes they continued to fuck Gretchen, their asses speeding up, Jed knowing they were ready to cum.

Gretchen wasn’t ready for it, but she screamed when they both jammed their cocks so deep in her body it felt like spears poking her deep inside.  They swelled in her, then she felt the sudden rush of cum spraying in her body, spewing out their foul cum in her.  She couldn’t do anything as her pussy and her bowels filled with their abundant crème until they finally finished spoiling her body, their cocks hurting as much when they pulled out as when they went in.  When they moved away from her, she could no longer stand, falling to the floor.

“Now its time for daddy to see Kristen perform for him.  But first maybe he would like to see his eldest girl get a pussy spanking.”



Chapter 6

Daddy’s Little Girl

“Now it’s time for daddy to see Kristen perform for him.  But first maybe he would like to see his eldest girl get a pussy spanking.”

Kristen looked at Joe when he said it.  It was bad enough what they did to Gretchen in front of her father, Kristen ashamed, as her mother was forced to suck her father’s penis, but it was more humiliating that he came in her mouth, excited at seeing his daughter raped before his eyes.  Kristen’s asshole still felt Joe’s cock in it, and she couldn’t get the taste of his cum from her mouth.  “No!  NOOO!”  She begged.  “I’ll do anything.”

“Of course you will, Kristen.  But you’ll do anything after we beat your pussy.”  Joe looked at Michael and Jackson grabbing her arms before she could move a muscle.  “Now isn’t she lovely, Jed.  Sweet, young cunt.  I know you want her.  Just like you lust after Gretchen, cumming in your wife’s mouth, but it was Gretchen’s tight, young body in your mind as you came.”

“That’s not true,” Jed shouted out, but even he didn’t believe it.  Seeing Gretchen get fucked by the two men made his cock so hard, unable to control himself, cumming in Martha’s mouth.  And already his cock was coming alive again; naked and bound he was unable to stop them from seeing his arousal.

“Look at his cock getting bigger already.  This time there will be no Martha sucking it.  I have a surprise for him later.”  Joe had an evil grin on his face.  He wanted Jed to suffer as much as the girls did.  “It’s getting light and the snow stopped.  It’s about time to get out of here.  Take care of Kristen and then we’ll go.”

They spread her out on the table, Kristen struggling as they pushed her back onto the hard wood, her feet flailing out uselessly, her short skirt pushed out of the way, everyone looking up under her skirt, none more then Jed.  Jackson grabbed her hands, pulling them high over her head, stretching her young, tight body out, her tits pointed up into the air.  “Gonna love see Joe whip your pussy, bitch,” Jackson’s lips curled in a scowl.

It was spanking her pussy, now it was whipping it.  Her terror increased.

“You hold her, Michael.  “I’m gonna take a belt to her pussy.  You’re too gentle.  When I’m finished with her, she’ll do anything.”  Joe snarled at Michael.

Michael backed away, knowing when not to fuck with Joe.  This was the time to let him do what he wanted.  “Okay, Joe.  And you’re right, it’s time to leave.”

Zeke grabbed one of Kristen’s legs, Michael taking the other.  Her skirt rode up over her waist as they pulled her legs open and up.  Joe stood between her legs.  “Raise her ass up.”  They pulled her legs up until her ass was off the table.  Joe tugged the tight-fitting panties down her legs, Zeke and Michael letting him pull them off both of her feet before they pulled her legs up and back, her pussy spreading out before them.  “Over here.”  The three of them pulled Kristen off the table, Zeke and Michael holding her legs, Jackson holding her upper body as they pulled her over to Jed.  They wrapped her legs around her father’s head, sitting on his shoulders, her legs hanging behind him.  They pushed her pussy into her father’s face, rubbing her mound along his whiskered flesh, scraping her soft flesh with his sharp beard.  Joe slapped the back of Jed’s head.  “Lick her pussy!”  Joe took the end of his gun, hitting Jed on the top of his head.  “You want me to crack open that skull like a melon?”

Kristen felt the shame when she felt her father’s tongue begin to lick her pussy, Joe forcing her hips from side to side, rubbing her mound on his face, her father’s nose pushing apart her pussy lips as his tongue snaked up and down her slit.  Kristen struggled as she felt the pleasure coursing through her body, shamed at becoming aroused by her own father, feeling her pussy become wet from the incestuous oral assault of her father.  It that wasn’t bad enough, she heard Joe’s voice.

“Damn, Daddy’s cock is rock hard.  He wants to fuck his eldest daughter so bad.  Keep licking Daddy, little Kristen loves your wet, fat tongue inside her.”

The sound of cunt licking was the only thing in the room, except for the gasp of pleasure coming from Kristen’s mouth.  She had already forgotten that she was going to have her pussy whipped, concentrating on her father’s tongue as it licked her.  “Turn her around,” Michael and Zeke turning her around, Kristen protesting as the tongue left her pussy unfulfilled.

Joe snapped Jed’s head again with the gun butt.  “Tongue fuck her asshole.  Make that tongue nice and pointed and shove it up her asshole.  Then you can taste my cum inside her.” He tapped Joe’s head again with the gun butt just to make his point, a loud thud as it hit the bone on the top of his head.

Jed had no choice, his head aching each time the gun butt smashed into his skull.  He felt her ass shoved into his face, his tongue out, the men pushing her up and down as his tongue ran along her crack.  His eyes stared at her asshole, red and swollen from being raped, his tongue pushing into the tight hole.  He felt her muscles relax, his tongue entering her rectum, tasting the foul taste of dried cum.

Kristen fought not to cum when she felt her fathers tongue in her asshole.  It seemed to soothe the pain of the ass rapes, making it better in spite of it being her father’s tongue in her asshole.  Or maybe because of it.  It was so shameful.

“That’s enough.  I think the cunt is about to cum.  Daddy and Kristen like it too much Martha. Gonna have to watch them real close when we go.  He’s going to be fucking those young cunts instead of you.”  They threw her back onto the table, Michael and Zeke spreading her legs real wide this time, drawing them back until her pussy lips were pulled back.

“Look at that wet cunt.  Is that Daddy’s spit or Kristen’s cum?”  Joe laughed as her body turned red in shame.  He pulled his belt out of his pants, the three inch leather belt a formidable weapon.  “Gonna start with those thighs and then work my way up to that juicy cunt.  Scream all you want Kristen.”

The shock took her by surprise.  It was like it was happening in slow motion, Joe pulling the belt high up in the air, Kristen watching it come down and slap hard against one thigh, Michael bowing her leg out so that the tender flesh was open and exposed.  Kristen heard the thud and then the burning pain as the leather belt tore into her flesh.  “EEEEEGGGGG!”  She couldn’t even breathe, the pain radiating through her body.  Before she could even think she felt her other leg bowed out, knowing where the belt would land next.  It didn’t take long, a second thud, the sharp, burning pain as the leather belt created a red welt on her other inner thigh.  Joe didn’t allow her to rest, screaming continually as he beat each thigh, moving from one to the other as she jerked painfully on the table.  He grinned when her thighs were bright red, dark thin lines of welts already showing up.  It felt like her skin was burned by hot water.

Michael and Zeke pulled her legs up high, her ass leaving the table as they bent her in two, the flat plane of her pussy open and exposed.  Her gash was exposed, her pink insides glistening in the light.  As well as her asshole, her cheeks pulled apart, the abused hole wet with Daddy’s spit.  Joe swung the belt from high up, slicing it down so it tore through her pussy lips and attacked her inner lips, landing with a resounding thud.

It felt like she was jolted with a thousand volts of electricity, the pain shooting between her legs with such intensity.  Her inhuman scream rang out in the room, Gretchen startled by its intensity.  She struggled, her legs trying to break free of the men that were keeping her spread, stronger than she is, her ass bouncing up and down but still spread as the pain raced through her sex.  “NNNOOOO!  NNNOO MOOOORREE!”  She couldn’t believe the pain; even the ass fucking wasn’t as bad as the belt.  Through her tear stained eyes she saw the belt flying through the air again, her body jolted as it landed smack down her slit, her pussy lips swelling up as the belt attacked it with a vengeance.  Joe swung the belt through the air, attacking her pussy from the edges all the way to the center, her pussy lips pushed aside by the harsh leather, exploding on her soft, tender inner lips with such pain.  Her mother and sister were even crying out, but Joe only laughed as he laid welts along her pussy lips, finally hitting her dead center on her clit, Gretchen’s inhuman scream that rang off the walls.  The men held her legs tight in spite of her struggling, her hips only allowed to move from side to side, the flat plane of her sex a big target for the harshness of the thick leather belt.

“Damn, gonna be a hot pussy when I’m through with it.”  Joe couldn’t stand it any longer, taking his cock out.  “”Rub it nice and slow and gentle,” he warned Martha.  Her hands barely wrapped around it, moving up and down in a gentle rhythm.

It was cruel, Martha thought.  Joe wanted her to stroke his penis gently while he beat her daughter’s sex so harshly.  She wanted so much to cut his cock off, but her hand slowly moved up and down the shaft, feeling it jerk in pleasure in her hand.

When Kristen didn’t think she could take it any longer, Joe moved on, this time lacing the belt across her ass cheeks, Michael and Zeke pulling her legs back so far that her legs were high over her head, her ass sticking straight up into the air.  It was a wide target, Joe starting with her cheeks.  The belt lashed her cheeks, igniting fresh pain until he had laddered her from top to bottom.  Then he changed direction with the belt, lashing down between her cheeks to attack her anus with the tip of the belt with such a powerful sting that it felt like the tip of the belt was shoved up her ass.  Her shrieks grew louder as Joe beat her asshole until the hole was a deep red, the edges swollen.  She was sure she was ruined for life.

“I need some pussy now,” Jackson was the first to speak up.  Joe was getting a hand job; he needed something besides beating the cunt.  If they were leaving soon, he wanted some pussy first.

“Yeah, me too,” Zeke was getting bored whipping the cunt.  He would rather fuck it.

Joe put the belt down.  “Yeah, this bitch is gonna get me off unless I stop her.  I want a hole to dump my cum into.  It might be a while before we rape any other girls.  “Tie them up.  Ass up, that way we can have any hole we want.  But not the young one, Gretchen.  I got special plans for her.”  He eyed Gretchen, her young ripe body making his cock harder.

Martha and Kristen were bent over the kitchen chairs, their hands tied to the front legs, the bodies draped over the back, forced onto their toes as the top of the chair cut into their stomach.  Their legs were tied to the sides, spreading them open.

“Give me a hand,” Joe asked the other three.  They all pounced on Jed, untying him, but the three easily overpowered him even when he tried to get up, his body bound too long, his muscles like mush.  They pushed him over one of the kitchen chairs, just like Martha and Kristen.  They tied him tighter, ropes around his knees and upper arms, making sure he couldn’t move a muscle.  They stood back, two women and one man, their naked asses shoved out, an open invitation to anyone.

“Had lots of practice in the joint, Jed.  Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” slapping his ass.  “I figure since we all ass fucked your family, you should have the same opportunity.  You’re gonna love my big cock.”

“Fuck you,” Jed spit out in defiance.

“No, it’ll be you that’s fucked.  Now we just have to take care of Gretchen.  I know how much you’d love to fuck your daughters.  And Martha was such a good cock sucker, Gretchen is better.”  Joe grabbed Gretchen.  “You just slide underneath Daddy, Gretchen.  You see that hard cock, just slip it into your mouth and we’ll tie you up.  Then Daddy can cum in your mouth over and over, even when we’re gone.  And if the police take too long, he’s probably going to piss in your mouth.  But being the dutiful daughter, you’ll swallow it all.”  Joe’s laugh was pure evil.

He couldn’t subject Gretchen to such a thing. That was incest.  It was bad enough she had to suck their cocks, but not her father’s. Especially when she knew that he would be hard because it was her mouth on his cock.  Joe grabbed her, Michael helping as they pushed her under her father.  She was repulsed when she felt his hard cock rubbing over her face, leaving a trail of wetness that she knew was his cum.  She couldn’t do such a thing.  They bent her back, shoving her under his body until his cock was sitting on her lips, keeping her lips clenched shut in defiance.

“If you stick a pillow under her head that should press her up far enough.”  Joe had so many ideas when it came to making others suffer.  Zeke found a firm pillow, placing it under her and sliding it until it got to her head.  Joe was ready, his large hand coming down and slapping hard between Gretchen’s legs and slapping her pussy with a loud thunder.  She opened her mouth to scream, Zeke shoving the pillow under her, Jeds’s cock shoved into her mouth before she knew what was going on.

Her pussy stung, trying to shut her legs.  She felt the pressure behind her head as she screamed, suddenly finding her mouth breached by a hot cock.  She moved her tongue out of the way, not wanting to touch it, knowing it was incest if she did.  She wouldn’t move then nothing would happen.  Her father’s cock would shrink down.  She could feel the saliva building up in her mouth, trying not to swallow, afraid of any movement.  She felt them tying her up, her legs spread out, her hands tied over her head, attached to part of the chair.  She couldn’t hardly see anything, her father’s body almost on top of her face.  She felt it twitch in her mouth, what had she done to make it happen?  She panicked.  It felt like it was getting bigger, her lips stretching around the shaft.  She tried not to look at it before, not sure how big it was.  Was it like Joe’s?

Joe greased up his cock with oil.  “For me only, Jed.  You’d skin me alive with that virgin asshole. I want to make sure you take all twelve inches of it.  Gonna fuck you nice and slow so you can enjoy it.  Then gonna dump a load of cum into you. And if I know you, by then you’ll have cum into your lovely Gretchen’s mouth.  For the first time.  I think you gonna cum in her a lot.  I seen the way you looked at her.  You can’t help thinking about her hot, little mouth wrapped around your cock.”  He knew the more he talked about it, the more Jed would think about it.  And that would only make his cock harder.  He reached down, slapping Gretchen on her pussy again, her muffled scream broken by her father’s cock in her mouth.

Jed couldn’t believe it.  Gretchen’s mouth felt so good around his cock.  He willed it to go down, but each time the thought of her beneath him, her lips tightly around his cock only made him more excited.  He was ashamed when his cock jerked in her mouth, but her tongue washed across it, igniting any tremor in it.  Then she heard Joe slapping Gretchen, feeling the delightful scream that came out of her mouth, her tongue rubbing over his cock head as her lips curled around his shaft.  Luckily he couldn’t move his hips; otherwise he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from pumping his cock into his young daughter’s mouth.  It was so wrong, but felt so good.  Then he saw Michael standing behind Kristen.  His cock was pushed between her cheeks, seeing her clench her mouth in pain as he rubbed over her whipped flesh.  He didn’t hesitate, shoving his cock into her asshole with a powerful thrust.  Kristen didn’t cry out until his stomach bumped into her whipped buttocks, in spite of being speared by a thick cock.  How could she take a monster like that in her ass with barely a whimper?  Jackson was behind Martha, his fingers shoved up her asshole as he greased her up.  He had at least three fingers inside her, stretching her asshole, his cock readied when his fingers came out, replacing it.  The head of his cock was shoved in her ass, her face grimacing in pain, but no cry from her mouth.  Jackson pushed, more of his cock fed into her asshole, as Martha bit her lip, suffering the cruel sodomy in silence.

It hurt when he shoved in all the way, his stomach banging against her whipped flesh, but the cock in her ass fucked away, Kristen having much bigger cocks stretch and fill her asshole.  Her father would have to suffer the same fate, the humiliation for a man, worse; fucked by another man.  Hands lifted her head up, Kristen opening her mouth obediently as Zeke fed his cock into her mouth.  She sucked his cock with her newfound skill, two men fucking her bound body as another fucked her mother in the ass next to her.  The room smelled of sex and sweat.

Joe pushed behind Jed, running the thick head of his cock up and down Jed’s ass crack.  He enjoyed when he clenched his cheeks, Joe holding still as Jed’s cheeks grabbed his cockhead with such tenderness.  “Yeah, that’s it Jed.  Squeeze my cock real good.  I knew you’d love being ass fucked.”  As soon as he said it, Jed relaxed his cheeks, but that was all that Joe needed.  He pushed the plum like head of his organ against his tight asshole and began to press.  Not too hard, just enough to make his anal ring begin to expand around his oiled organ.  “Yeah, I can feel you opening up to me Jed.  Pretty soon you’ll snap shut like a rubber band around my thick head, trapping it in your rectum.  Then there’s no escape until I cum in you.  Just a foot of cock shoved in and out of your ass,” Joe laughing so loud, his cock jerking in pleasure as he felt the panic in Jed.

Jed couldn’t do anything, feeling the tremendous pressure on his asshole.  It was too big to go inside him.  He had seen it, it would tear him up.  His cock jerked in Gretchen’s mouth again, unable to think about his cock, his asshole his main concern.  He could feel it opening, his muscle finally weakening, the thick head of Joe’s cock suddenly popping through his ring, stretching it wide as the head sank into his rectum for the first time.  He wasn’t going to scream, grunting quietly as he felt the hot flesh of the cock in his asshole.

Joe savored the moment, the tight ring gripping his cockhead just beneath the head, trapping it in Jed’s asshole, feeling his twitching muscles caress his cock as he tried to adjust to taking a cock in his ass.  He waited, no hurry, enjoying too much the tight asshole around his cock.  He felt Jed’s asshole relaxing for just a moment, thrusting his oiled cock deep into his asshole until Jed’s ass muscles clenched too tight to go any farther.  He could hear Gretchen below gagging, Jed’s body pushed forward as Joe fucked his asshole, Gretchen having no choice but take the cock into her throat.

Jed struggled to take the pain, the feeling of his daughter’s throat around the head of his cock taking some of it away and replacing it with pleasure. He was humiliated that it was his daughter mouth around his cock, but the way her throat muscles rippled along his cockhead took away some of the shame.  Joe began to fuck him in the ass, Jed humiliated as he felt the long cock sawing in and out his asshole, pulling out until Jed felt the flange of his anus stretched by the domed head, shoving his cock back in before it pulled free.  He felt the thickness enter him, stretching him open from the inside, his cock twitching and jerking as it shoved deep into his guts.  Gretchen’s mouth was working on his cock, not on purpose, but reacting to the constant choking and gagging as his cock was shoved in and out of her throat by Joe’s powerful thrust into Jed’s asshole.  It hurt, the cock too big, but his daughter’s mouth made the pain go away or at least mix with the pain.  The cock gave him cramps when Joe went too deep, Jed unable to take a foot of thick cock without some pain, his stomach churning as the cock twitched and jerked deep in Jed’s bowels.  He looked over, Martha staring out blankly as Michael ass fucked her, her body jerked back and forth, Jed looking at the cock that split her cheeks opening, a constant reminder of the one that split his ass open.  Kristen was busy, taken at both ends, one in her asshole, the other one in her mouth, slapping her face if she didn’t pay enough attention to sucking his cock. His cock grew at the thought of sucking cocks, Gretchen’s mouth bringing such delight to him.

Joe worked his cock in and out of Jed’s asshole, the tight hole gripping his cock so possessively, every time he went in deep the cramps would ripple up and down his shaft.  He could hear the muffled cries of Gretchen, fucked in her mouth by her father, nothing to do but wait for him to cum in her mouth.  That was enough for him to take his time, wanting to enjoy the moment when he made Jed cum in spite of being ass fucked.

Her mouth was filled with the taste of her father’s cum, the salty crème thick.  It was terrible, his cock growing in her mouth, Gretchen unable to do anything, her throat breached when Joe fucked too hard, her throat muscles rippling up and down her father’s cock making it jerk in excitement.  She hated what they were doing to her, an incestuous affair with her father.  And she knew that no matter how much she tried not to arouse him with her mouth, he would cum in her mouth.  And with his cock stuffed in her mouth, she would have no choice but to swallow it.

Martha calmly felt the cum jetting in her asshole, just another load of cum filling her body.  She barely felt him pull out.

Kristen knew they were both ready to cum, thankful that it would be over.  The cock in her asshole was first, pushed deep into her guts as it spewed its filthy cum into her bowels.  Zeke was next, pulling his cock from her throat; Kristen forced to keep her mouth open as he pumped his jism into her waiting mouth, three times her tongue was coated with the hot, white cum.  He rubbed his cock over her lips, pushing it inside until her tongue lapped the cum off of it, another load sinking heavily into her belly.

Jed screamed out in pleasure, feeling his cock jerk and spews his cum into his daughter’s hot mouth.  It was such powerful jets of cum, the cum shooting out, his balls tingling as it raced from his balls and out into her mouth, the thought of what he was doing to his youngest daughter exciting him shamefully.  Her tongue moved around his cock as she tried to swallow the abundant crème that flowed from his organ.

She knew it was too late, her tongue accidentally touching the head of his cock.  It probably really didn’t cause it, but as soon as she pulled it back she felt her father’s cock in her mouth grow, the head expanding and suddenly feeling like a fire hose shooting off in her gagged mouth. She felt the hot cum bathe the inside of her mouth, her cheeks swelling as the cock came over and over, Gretchen not sure when it would stop.  She could only gulp as fast as she could, feeling the cum slowly run down her gullet to fill her stomach.  He had done it.  Her own father had cum in her mouth forcing her to swallow it, her stomach churning at the thought of what he had done to her.  Thank God that his cock was at least shrinking in her mouth, though she couldn’t get the foul taste of salty cum from her mouth.

“Here it comes, Jed.  Can you feel it, my hot cum jetting up your asshole?”  Joe let lose his cum, emptying his balls in Jed’s bowels, load after load filling him.  He finally stopped, keeping inside Jed, feeling him laying there unexpectedly calm, sure that he had cum in his daughter’s mouth.  It took a couple of minutes before Joe felt it, Jed’s ass muscles contracting, slowly forcing the long cock from his asshole, finally popping out loudly, a rush of milky, white cum flowing freely from his raped asshole.  He slapped Jed on the ass.  “Good ass fuck, Jed.  I think the boys better be careful around you. You’ll be seducing them to ass fuck you.  That’s if you can get Gretchen to suck your cock again like a pro.”

They gagged them all, Gretchen not needing it as her mouth was still wrapped around a cock.  They left them, bound and alone, far from town.

It was hours before she felt it.  His cock began to grow in her mouth again.  Gretchen gave out a muffled cry of protest, but it did little as her father’s cock began to push to the back of her mouth, the shaft stretching her lips tighter.

Martha saw it.  Jed’s hips began a gentle movement, a muffled cry from Gretchen.  Jed was getting hard and he was going to mouth fuck her again.  Martha looked at Jed in disgust, but he turned away, his hips moving back and forth for almost an hour, the ropes leaving him not much room to move.

Jed couldn’t help himself. In the silence his mind began to wander, always coming back to the hot breath of Gretchen on the head of his cock, her tongue accidentally moving and swiping over the helmet and making it grow in excitement.  Pretty soon it consumed his thoughts, Jed finding his hips moving unconsciously, fucking his cock into his daughter’s mouth with little thrusts.  It was almost too good, the long excitement finally making his balls ache until he dumped another load of cum into his daughter’s mouth, clenching his sphincter to prolong it as much as possible.  He could feel her gobbling up his cum.

She had no choice, swallowing another load of her father’s cum, her belly groaning from the large amounts that filled it.  So many men in her mouth, so many loads of cum in her belly.  And she still had a cock in her mouth. Hoping that would be the last.

It was turning dark, Jed trying to drive it from his head, but with nothing to do all he could think about was Gretchen’s mouth around his cock. He felt it growing erect again.

She felt it.  It started subtly.  First it was semi-hard, not soft anymore.  Then she felt her father’s hips begin to move just a bit, but enough to make his shaft slide along her tightly clasped lips.  She began to sob, humiliated that he was beginning again.  Another hour of his constant fucking in her mouth until he finally came in her belly.  She did the only thing she could do.  She began to suck him off.  She sucked his organ deep into her mouth, her tongue lapping at it with an incestuous enthusiasm.  She worked it over for ten minutes, her tongue tiring until she managed to shove her head forward, choking as she forced the head of his cock into her throat.  She gagged and choked, but her muscles clenched onto the thick organ in her throat until she felt it swell in pleasure.  She let it slip out of her throat, her tongue fluttering over the head of her father’s cock as it spewed loads and loads of cum into her willing mouth.  She gobbled it all down until she felt it grow soft in her mouth again.  How long would this go on?  When would they be rescued and she could end this incestuous affair?

Gretchen was much better than Martha.  Sucking his cock with such enthusiasm, surprised when she swallowed it in her throat, her muscles rippling over his shaft like hundreds of tiny fingers.  She knew just when he was ready to cum, pulling it out of her throat, her tongue fluttering over his piss hole as it jetted his cum into his teenage daughter’s mouth.

The next morning came, Jed able to smell the urine in the room, their bondage now allowing them relief.  Jed struggled as long as he could, but finally his stomach ached too much.

Gretchen was resigned to it.  She had already let lose her urine, the hot pee running down her thighs to puddle at the floor beneath her.  Her father tried to stop, just a few drops of his acrid piss shooting out before he stopped.  She grimaced as she swallowed the hot piss, trying to keep from choking as it sank into her stomach.  The next piss was bigger, her cheeks bulging out, her mouth filled with his urine before he stopped, Gretchen gagging as she tried to swallow the foul piss. It took a half an hour, Gretchen’s belly full as if she ate a full meal, unable to get the foul taste from her mouth.  What would be next?  Would he get hard again and she would have to suck him off until he came in her mouth again?  Or would he piss down her belly again?  She cried shamefully, her mouth used to satisfy her father’s lust in an incestuous affair as her mother and sister watched.  Would they ever be rescued?

The End
