She was still searching in her handbag when she asked him, "So where exactly did you say you met these guys?"
He looked up from the racing page of his paper, "I told you once, outside the bookies, they were having a few cans, they offered me one and we got talking horses."
She pulled out the little ivory case that contained her eyeliner and stood at the mirror, "And you're playing cards with them tonight?"
Dropping the paper again he looked at his wife as she stood by the mirror applying the makeup to her eyes, "I know it makes you feel better, but really darling, you don't need war paint, I've told you enough times you're the best looking 31-year-old I know."
She didn't stop as she replied, "Don't change the subject, I asked you why are you playing cards with them tonight?"
He hadn't returned to the paper, he knew the way she spoke expected an answer, "Look, you're going out, Sherrie will be in her room on the computer until she goes to bed, so I thought a few hands of poker. They did have pockets of money - I mean rolls of it, that you would enjoy having. And be fair, with my special cards I do play a good hand. You know I always win."
She dabbed a lip-gloss on her full red lips, "You better. Besides, what they doing in the village?"
With a little impatience in his voice, "They're at the horse fair at Molewell, they're dealers."
As she fluffed up her dark curls, "Sound like gypsies to me."
He flicked the paper up, "It's just a few hands of cards. They said they had to be back at Molewell later."
She picked up the matching jacket to the short, slightly flared checkered skirt, checked her stockings were straight, spat on a tissue and bent to rub a little mark off her high heels. He looked up. His eyes went right down her blouse to her pink lace tit-filled bra, "I don't know about what I'll being doing tonight. Looking like you do, who are you doing?"
She stood up, "Living with you is enough. I don't need anyone else. Besides, you said I could go to the ladies badminton evening. And if you don't like me to dress up..."
He jumped in, "Only joking. And yes, I like you dressed up. You are beautiful, and before you ask, your bum looks beautiful in that."
Brushing her hand down her jacket, her hand traveling over her ample chest, "Good, that's settled. I won't be too late. The taxi's booked for 12:30, so make sure they are gone. I want you in bed and hard. You know drink makes me really horny, need I say more?" she bent, kissed him, and turned. He heard the front door shut, looked at his watch and thought, "good they'll be here in half an hour."
In that half hour, he set the table, checked the cans in the fridge, went upstairs and told his 10-year-old daughter not to stay up too late and went to look out the window.
From nowhere the four men suddenly walked up the path, he made it to the door before they rang the bell. "Oh, you found it then?"
The one in front said, "Your directions were perfect and I think we're a bit early, is that all right?" He moved back letting them in.
They all picked a chair, and the one who had spoken at the door introduced the others, "From the left, it's Roy, Terry, the ugly bastard's Phil, and I'm Shaun, and I'm right in thinking that you're Barry?"
Barry smiled, "You got it. Now the formalities are over, let's play some cards. Take a seat, gentlemen."
The more Barry looked at them the more he thought that Tanya was right. The word gypsies summed them up.
Their clothes smelled, they were hard-faced, unkempt and vulgar, but he was now looking at the rolls of money being taken from their pockets and his greed knew no bounds.
Barry won the first two pots, he hoped his daughter had gone to bed with the language. He'd been called more "fucking lucky this and that" than he could ever remember, but he was at least 300 up. As they played the third, two of them folded. One asked about beer. Barry had a top hand, but still playing the poker face he told them where the fridge was and carried on.
Five open cans came in. Terry said, "You didn't want any fucking glasses, did you?"
Barry was on the verge of winning the third with 400 in the middle. "No, no just put them down. Here, I'll have mine."
A can was passed to him and he took a huge swallow, then again as he sensed the kill.
He won the pot. Drinking well after that, they all finished their can. Terry got up, "I supposed the lucky fucker won't mind if we have another? Got to have fucking something for our money."
Barry slurred a strange, "Whysnlot," and shook his head as he tapped his winnings straight.
Five more cans. Barry's mouth felt very dry. He immediately took a large swig, but nothing happened. His mouth just got drier, his eyes couldn't focus, and his breathing became labored. He tried to get up, but instead his legs went from under him. He just fell forward onto the table.
Phil looked at Shaun, "Have you ever noticed how horse tranquilizers have that effect on stupid, greedy fuckers?" they all laughed.
Shaun was the first to say, "Right. Get the van, pick up our money, we'll check out down here, then get this fucking arsehole upstairs and check out the rest of the house. Move it."
They dragged Barry off the chair and let him slump to the floor. One of them was out and running to the corner to bring the dark, rust covered van up to the side of the house while the others waited.
As soon as the van pulled up, the other three grabbed big bags and boxes from the back and rushed back in to the house.
Terry said, "Same as usual, all the small stuff first then we'll have the TV, DVD and music center before the keyboard."
Shaun was already delving into the cupboards. "If you know what to do, get the fuck on with it then."
Systematically the four men took anything of value from the downstairs rooms. Years of practice made sure they knew what could or couldn't be traced and what was or wasn't worth anything. Then they moved upstairs, taking Barry with them.
They soon found the big bedroom and deposited Barry on the bed. Shaun smiled, "Nice, some good picking here. Terry, Phil, check out the rest."
It was a matter of minutes when Shaun and Roy heard, "Oh my, what have we here? If you're not a pretty little sweetheart. And what's your name?"
As Shaun moved towards the voices he heard a sweet little girlish voice say, "Sherrie, but where's my dad? This is my room, you shouldn't be in here."
"Oh, but looking at you, we should," grinned Phil.
The first things Shaun saw were the young, shapely legs of the ten year old. They were clutched up to her chest, her arms around them. She thought she was pulling herself in to a defensive ball, but all she was doing was showing the four men the underside of her thighs and the matching material of the teddy she was wearing - the material that covered the two holes that interested Phil more than she could have imagined.
Shaun's and Sherrie's eyes met. She was a pretty young thing, delicate face, big brown eyes, and sexy, full lips. A lovely, gentle face surrounded by curly chestnut brown hair, her little hands holding everything tight to her.
Shaun smiled as he took in the rest of the room. The smile grew wider as he saw the computer. "A new Dell. That will do nicely."
Sherrie looked at him. "You're not having that. I'll tell my dad. Now you go before my dad hears you."
Phil looked quickly at Shaun. "You see to the rest, leave me some tape, I'll keep her quiet, then I'll bring the machine down. We don't want her shouting up the neighbors."
Shaun ushered the other two out, "Come on, work to do, I don't want to be long and Phil, no funny business."
The three men filed out, leaving Phil still sitting on the bed. She was defiant. "You leave me alone, I don't like you." But he wasn't listening. He couldn't take his eyes off the little patch of pink material at the top of the young, silky thighs.
Quickly he grabbed her arm and twisted, there was a little squeal before she was turned face down into her pillow.
Phil had her pinned down in one quick movement. By swinging his leg over hers, he grabbed her other arm and wrenched it around to join the other. Tearing a corner of the tape with his teeth, he wound it around her wrists and slightly up towards her elbows.
His eyes scanned the room. On the floor were her discarded pants. Keeping her head firmly into the pillow, he leaned down and picked them up. A quick inhale of the sweet aroma, then wadded them into a little ball.
His hand screwed her hair into a ball and he tugged back. The yelp was soon silenced into a muffled sound. The tape was wound around her head, making sure her hair was up and out of the way.
"Got you," whispered from his lips as his hands slid down the exposed thighs. He crossed her ankles and applied more tape, and then he flipped her onto her back. Now the pretty brown eyes stared in terror.
He grinned down at her. "Hello, little Sherrie. How's about you let me see what you got that's nice to the touch?" He stroked her hair down, framing her face, then he wiped away the tears that squeezed from her eyes as she tried to block out his evil grin.
He bent down and started to lick at her face, letting his tongue tickle into the corner of her eyes as he tasted her tears a little. A "mmmmm..." sound came from him before he said, "Oh, you taste so sweet. I hope the rest of you does."
His mouth closed over the tape across her mouth at the same time his hand slid over the mound on her chest. His fingers rubbing at the little bump trying to tease the nipple hard. She squirmed under him.
Phil closed his leg around her thighs and pulled in, forcing her young body closer to him. Then he started to rub his body against hers. Although he was still dressed, he enjoyed the way his hard cock rubbed from her hip bone down her thigh and up again, all the time his mouth slavered over her face.
His thumb and finger had captured her small nipple. She jumped as he pulled at it. He stopped kissing her and pulled up. "You let your boyfriend do this?" Frantically she shook her head. "Oh, I bet you do. You let him kiss you and get his hands on you. Bet you like it really." Still her head shook.
He grinned, "Be a new experience for you then, won't it? Let's have a look at them."
His hand took the hem of her little pink teddy and pulled up. Sliding his hand from side to side until it bunched up under her armpits. He looked at her legs, as her feet were crossed the knees bent out, he smiled at the many colored balloons that covered the pink cotton, especially the two blue ones that rippled in the thin, straight cress between her legs.
Almost having to tear his eyes away, he looked down at her exposed chest, two lovely puffy mounds, topped with a adorable, pinkish-red nipples. First he smiled into her panic-stricken face before he opened his mouth, licked his lips and plunged down, his mouth completely engulfing the mound.
His tongue attacked the nipple. Moving, circling the little areolas, his rough stubble-covered chin scraped at the delicate skin. Her whole body shook. She rocked her shoulders, trying to dislodge his sucking mouth. She sobbed, little moaning noises coming from behind the gag, but her little movements only made it more enjoyable for him. His cock was rigid, painfully trapped in his trousers as he started rubbing against her leg again.
His fingers now traced down her soft, white skin, stopping to push in and around her belly button. He stopped sucking as his fingers found the edge of her panties' waist band. As they slid under, he turned to look back up at her face, a face of pitiful terror. Her brown eyes were like saucers as she stared at him, her head shaking.
He ignored the moans from her gagged mouth as his tongue gave her nipple a long lick before his body moved. Allowing his head to move down her body, his tongue was following the route his fingers had just taken.
His fingers held the waistband and pulled up, giving him an uninterrupted view of the naked mound above the pencil thin line that was, in his perverted mind, the entrance to a sweet tasting heaven, and he knew he was going to have it.
With a sickly sweet voice he whispered so she could hear, "Itsie, bitsy spider coming after you," his finger tickled and swirled over her mound moving towards the thin slit, "Ohhh what's the little spider gonna find between your little leggy weggies?"
The girl tried to bring her knees up and close them, but he was far too strong for little miss innocent. Without mercy, as she closed her knees, he yanked her panties down past her knees, then moved his right arm, pinning her right leg flat. His left hand gripped her left knee, and his body shifted, allowing his head to hover above her open thighs.
Bending his head, he could see under his left arm at her face. "Lets just see how sweet you really taste," he lowered his head.
First he let his nose run the full length of her slit before his mouth opened and latched itself over her pink snatch.
His tongue drove up between the tight folds, licking viciously at the sweet lips before pushing up. His stubbled face scraped even more painfully between her thighs. Much to his satisfaction, she was forced to stop the irritation by opening them wider.
His mouth now filled with juice as he snaked his tongue further up the virgin hole. His tongue forced more and more spittle into her, making her hole wet and accessible. His tongue was finding it easier to push her virgin cunt open.
His fingers slid up her legs, feeling the soft, smooth skin, until the rested between her thighs. He gently peeled the wet lips open, and now he could work up inside and also move to excite the nub of her clit.
Under the continued attack of his tongue, he could feel the nub harden. Even under the weight of his body, pinning her in to the sacrificial position he had her in, he could feel her little body. She was breathing heavily, little grunts muffled by the gag and the taste in his mouth was different. He smiled as he thought out loud, "All you baby cunts are the same. Give them a little lick and they get hot."
He bent down again. His fingers pulled her cunt wider, his tongue now actively worked on the nub, and he felt her give a sudden jump. He was just about to start tickling her moist cunt with his fingers when the door opened. "Fuck you, I said no funny business," Shaun's deep Irish brogue filled the room.
Before the word, "Shit," came from Phil, Roy shoved in past Shaun, "Fucking hell, cherry pie," he looked back at Shaun. "We gonna have some pie tonight?"
Terry was next in, "I knew old Phil would be in her hole. Is there enough to go round, what's she taste like? As good as the last one?"
Phil grinned at the three. "She as sweet as a nut. It's up to you, but we be missin' out on a pure piece of heaven."
Terry started to get his jacket off; Shaun moved forward, "Hold your fucking horses. We ain't got time to go fuckin' her."
Roy moved towards the bed, ran his fingers up Sherrie's open cunt, and stuck them in his mouth. "Oh, but I think we have. I'll go make sure daddy don't get no ideas and don't start in on her without me."
Phil looked down at the open cunt and back up to Shaun. "Come on Shaun, don't play high with us. We know you like a bit of young. Just look at this sweet, unopened hole, just ready for the pluckin', and don't fuckin' tell me you don't want some."
Roy came back into the room. "Where's the fuckin' tape? I'll strap dad up so we can open his kid up. I liked the look of her mouth when we first saw her."
Phil threw the tape at him, and he looked back at Sherrie. "You don't mind if me and my friends play with you. After all, your daddy asked us here to play and as he's not around, you'll have to accommodate us."
Shaun started to take his sweatshirt off. "Alright, get off the honey pot. We'll draw cards as usual to see who gets which pot."
Phil got off the bed, and Sherrie immediately started to squirm about. Terry enjoyed the sight of the young, naked, bound beauty as she tried to hide her body from their leering gaze.
Roy got back just as Terry got the cards out. He spread the deck and offered his hand forward. Each man took a card.
They all knew the rule. As the pack was closed, each man turned his card simultaneously.
Roy had a nine, Terry had a five, and Phil had a queen, and Shaun the jack.
Phil grinned, "There is a god. I'm goin' cherry popping, I'll take her cunt."
Shaun smiled, "Bit of rump for me, and I bet it's tender."
Roy took his jacket off. "I'll give her a sore throat."
Shaun looked at Terry. "Tough, but you know the rule. You get any hole second, your choice. Gonna tell us now or wait?"
Terry took out a cigarette. "I'll wait. I may be the complete bastard - have all three before I fill one."
The horrified stare said it all as Sherrie watched four pairs of trousers hit the floor. Phil was the first to pull his aching cock from his pants. He pumped it gently up and down, waggling it at the helpless child. He smiled as he watched her brown eyes dart from man to man as each thick, rigid cock revealed itself to her.
Phil was already crawling on her bed, his fingers pushing between her legs as she tried to keep them closed.
With her legs crossed at the ankle, it made it that bit easier to pinch the folds of flesh at the top of her totally bald slit. As he did, the muffled squeals where music to his ears as he grinned and said, "Open them, then I'll stop pinching you," he bent closer, "Then I'll start fucking you."
He moved to the side of her, his cock almost touching her face. "Can you smell it, you little cunt? Ain't been cleaned for a while. Still it will smell better with your cunt juice all over it. Pity I can't make you clean it off. Roy's got that privilege, but we have got all night, so you may get your chance later."
Terry drew on the smoke, and then started to fidget. "Fucking get a move-on! What you doin', talking her to death? I thought we was fucking her, not telling her bedtime stories. I ain't gonna wait all night. If you ain't ready to fuck her, I am."
Phil grunted a retort before ripping at the tape on her ankles. He yanked at it but the tape held. Terry moved, bent, picked his jacket up, and delved into the pocket. "Here, for fuck sake, cut the tape and get on with it. Christ I could have fucked her and been ready for a long hard bout of seconds by now."
Sherrie was squealing into her gag as Phil manhandled her body. She stopped as she saw him flick open the knife and lay petrified as he cut the tape on her legs. Before she had time to close them, Phil rammed his elbow down between them, his finger poised at the entrance to her cunt.
Phil could hear the others start taking a piss. He turned, "You want to see cherry pie fucked, then just fucking watch and learn."
Phil's fingers slid up her inner thigh until they touched her cunt lips. Sherrie moaned and thrashed her head, trying to plead with this man who was about to use her. His fingers pushed slightly in, his head moved down and over her opening slit, his cock now touched her face. She jumped away from it.
Phil grinned back at her as his finger ends disappeared. "Now you see it, soon you'll feel it." He moved his hips so the cock slapped her cheek.
His head returned over he slit. He filled his mouth with phlegm and then let it dribble down onto her slit. His fingers now moved around, opening her. Then he pushed a little more, and soon his second knuckle was at the entrance. His finger flicked and twitched as he moved to open her just enough for the head of his now rampant cock.
With one swift movement, he was around and between her legs. He took his whole weight on his left arm as he held his cock and lowered his hips to her entrance. She was wiggling, trying to escape, just how Phil liked it, as he offered the bulbous end to the tiny slit.
With a satisfied grunt, he pushed into the opening. As soon as the end was engaged he moved his arms, placed them ether side of her head and, still grinning, slowly moved himself up the bed, sinking his rigid meat into the helpless girl as he did.
She continued to move, fighting to get away, moving up the bed. Suddenly her shoulders came in to contact with Phil's arms, stopping her. He felt the head of his cock slip into the folds. "You ain't goin' nowhere, little-un, but this is."
He lowered his hips. Terry sniggered, "Go on boy, pop the cherry!" Then he looked at the others and grinned, "Must be more beer in the fridge, shall I?"
Sherrie got a glimpse of Terry leaving before her eyes shut with pain. Phil drove his rigid cock into the tight, dry cunt. She tried to blot out the sound of his grunt as he swore, "Get in her fucking cunt. Go on, my beauty, in you go, go fuck the little cunt, you."
Phil looked at her, "You don't mind if my old meat fucks you, do you little girl? I mean you better get used to it. Men are gonna want to fuck a little beauty like you all your life, so you ain't never too young to learn."
She was still squealing as Terry got back with the rest of the beer from downstairs, but Phil was now pushing into the tender tissue, the only barrier between him and a bloody good fuck.
Every man in the room knew he had burst her cherry, as her cheeks blew out and her eyes pumped tears. Only the tightly-gagged mouth stifled the sounds of pain.
Phil's grin never left his face as he sneered at his helpless captive. "There you are, I've made you a woman. Now show me your gratitude and wiggle that cunt while I fill your belly with lots of little me's."
All the men laughed as he thumped into the bound girl, furiously banging her into the bed as his cock drove into her ravished cunt.
His ass was driving at her prone body. "Fuck----- I ------ forgot ------ how----- fucking ----- tight ---- these ---- young-uns -------aaarrrrahh-------- I'm ----- gonna ------- cum ----- ohhhhhh ------- shit ------ oh ------- fuck -----it aaaaaaahhhh --- I -----have, shit. He collapsed on her.
He didn't stay there for long. Quickly Shaun was up and at him. "Get off her, you bag of shit. My turn, come on, get the fuck off."
Rather than end up being rolled on the floor, Phil dragged himself up and moved away.
Sherrie looked dazed, but it wasn't her face that was on Shaun's mind. His huge arms picked her up, the pillows where dragged down the bed, and she was flipped on her front and dropped over them. His huge hands stroked the small, naked, round buttocks before his fingers pushed in and pulled the cheeks apart.
Even though Sherrie was still dazed from Phil's rape, she squealed and thrashed her legs. She may have been only ten, but she knew what was going to happen to her next.
Shaun moved up the bed towards her face. His huge hand grabbed her dark hair and he forced her face around. His other hand gripped his long, thick cock. "Take a look, little lady. Phil reckons you're a woman, you're woman enough to take this up your womanly ass."
She was no match for him, with his hand in the small of her back holding her bound arms up, he pinned her down, moved between her legs, spat on his finger and drilled it up her little pink ass-ring. In and out, in and out, he pushed and turned his finger. Being held firm, Sherrie could only lay there and take it. Squeals of pain could only just be heard as Shaun spat all over his hand, rubbed it around his large, angry cock-head and started to position it at her little pink anal entrance.
With both hands now gripping her he pushed, it was so tight, and Sherrie wasn't helping, her ass cheeks clenched tight. Suddenly his right hand moved, took a handful of her hair and ripped backwards. As she jumped and bucked with that pain, Shaun drove inside the ring.
With the head of his cock now inside her, the rest was easy. Slowly back and then in another inch, then back and up again, her arse wiggling all the time. Shaun laughed, "She shore likes to wiggly when she gets fucked. Bet it will when it gets a spanking, too. Be a nice little dancer, this one."
All that could be heard was the, "Umph, umph, umph" as Shaun drove the air out of her body. His relentless grunting every time his cock plowed into her. The sound got louder and faster as he built up speed, ready to fill her ass with his hot, sticky juice.
He stood back, looking at her laying there. The caked mix of blood and cum from her cunt looked dull, compared to the fresh juice dribbling from her oversized ass-ring.
Ray moved over to her. She didn't move. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, her head rolled back, a perfect position to rip off the gag and pull the sodden pants from her mouth. The only sign of life was a small cough as the airway became free.
Ray drove his thumb into her mouth. "Two down one to go, time to be educated into the noble art of playing the blue-veined obo." He shook her head until she looked at him, "You're gonna suck this cock of mine real nice and tickle it with your tongue and do lots of kissing it while licking my balls. You understand me? Or it goes right down your pretty young throat."
Sherrie just looked. She didn't blink until he slapped her face. "Wake up little girl, and suck."
He forced her up until she was knelt, sitting on her legs. He kept hold of her as she swayed. He aimed his cock at her mouth. "Come on, open wide, very wide. And don't forget, if you wanna breathe, use the tongue, I'll decide when it's time to cum in your throat, and oh, didn't I tell you? You swallow it all or I do it again until you do." He shook her, "Understand?"
He grabbed her hair and dragged his little plaything's head forward. His fingers pressed on her chin, forcing her mouth open. Sherrie stared at him, her eyes wide open as the thick cock lined itself up to her open mouth.
She swallowed as she felt the tip touch her lips, then the head slid into her mouth. Ray growled, "So much as a tooth mark and you won't have any teeth. And I'll still fuck your mouth, start licking."
Tentatively, her tongue ran over the head. She tasted the sticky, wet filth that leaked from the hole. "Lick it faster. Get your tongue in the folds. I ain't had a good cleaning for some weeks. Time I had a gal in to clean." The rest just laughed at the pathetic plight of the child being forced to suck the long meat, now getting pushed further into her mouth.
Terry felt his cock harden as Ray pulled back and guided her head up and down his shaft. It was a lovely sight, Sherrie's young mouth kissing up the full length, then back down, only to have her head rammed between his legs as she licked at the underside of his balls, her tongue tickling the skin between his arse and sack. All of them envied the "mmmmm" sound as Ray enjoyed the full attention of her wet, young mouth on his rampant cock.
He dragged her head up and down his cock, making her kiss and lick at it before ramming it into her mouth, fucking her face for a while, then repeating the sequence again.
After only ten minutes of forcing the lovely young face onto him, he drew her head back and spat in her open mouth, "Time for you to swallow your medicine." His cock sank back between her lips, his hips started to thrust at her.
Her cheeks blew out as she moved her head, fighting to get air past the invading meat. Little "cluck, cluck, cluck" sounds filled the room, but fortunately for the little girl he didn't take long and suddenly her head was held rigid and he pumped his filth into the young throat.
Sherrie's body convulsed as she tried to swallow. Droplets spilled out, squeezing past the cock and out of her mouth. More bubbled down her nose as she fought to free herself from the impaling male meat.
Ray took a step back and released her. She fell sideways onto the bed, breathing in and gagging at the same time. She lay there, her body convulsing. The juice that hadn't found its way into her stomach dribbled from her mouth.
Terry moved towards her. "I'll take her to the bathroom. Don't want her all messy. Now it's my turn to have some fun with her."
As he picked her up and bundled her past the others, they took the opportunity to open the last of the cans. Fifteen empty cans littered the pink bedroom floor and three more would soon follow.
Shaun went into the master bedroom. Barry was still out, tied hand and foot, his mouth was covered in tape. Shaun looked at the bedside clock. "Fucking hell, it's pushing one. Don't time fly when you're having fun?"
Shaun returned to the landing. He looked in on Terry. He was washing her legs, cunt and arse while tickling her nipples with his tongue. Her bruised face had been cleaned and she looked angelic again as she just stood on the bathroom stool looking blank, her vacant eyes stared at the empty wall.
Her body jumped as his fingers pushed in. Terry smiled at Shaun, "The bitch will be jumping soon when this little cunt's sitting on my boner."
As Shaun was about to tell him to get a move on, the sound of a car arriving made them all move.
Phil ran quickly down the stairs. Shaun moved to the master bedroom and threw a cover over Barry. Ray stood behind the stair turn and Terry grabbed Sherrie and clasped his hand over her mouth as he carried her back to her room. The house went silent as they heard the front door open.
Someone staggered down the hall and then turned up the stairs. A female voice, obviously worse for drink, slurred, "Whose van's that? They better not be still here. Where are you, you idle bastard? You better be in bed and ready. Oh, shit!" There was a stumble. "Ready to fuck me? Come on, where are you? I need a fucking."
As she passed the stair turn, she giggled a whispered, "Again."
Shaun moved into the corner of the bedroom as she opened the door and let the light from the hallway light the bed. She dropped her handbag and pulled at the little jacket. As she dragged it off her arms, she slurred, "Stop hiding in that bed. Let's see you." She undid the buttons of the blouse and dragged that off.
She bent to take off her high heels, but fell forward. She grabbed at the bed, but only got the cover as she fell. She picked herself up and stared at Barry. He was moaning into the tape. She staggered back to the door, her hand grasping for the door frame, only to touch Ray's crotch.
She jumped as he said, "You can carry on if you like."
Much to their surprise, she moved quickly. She was moving down the stairs before they had her, but she only met Phil coming up. "Going somewhere? And we've only just met."
She turned. The others weren't even at the top. She cried, "Sherrie!" and bolted for her daughter's door.
Ray grabbed her at the top of the stairs. He pinned her arms behind her and pulled his other arm across her throat. Then he straightened himself, lifting her whole body up. Even with her high heels on, her feet left the floor.
With her arms pinned behind and her throat pulled firmly back, the way she was held made her chest stick out. With only her low cut bra on, she looked really tasty to the lust-filled eyes that watched her struggle.
Her short, flared skirt was now high enough to be giving glimpses of her stocking tops as her feet tried to take her weight. Shaun squeezed one of her breasts, smiled at Phil, and said "They're either a real nice, firm pair of melons, or they're real."
Phil felt the other one. "Need to take a look if you ask me. You know, just to make sure they are what we think they are."
Shaun turned back to the struggling woman. "Now my friend is going to let you down so you can breathe. Now, breathing means just that. You breathe, not scream or make a noise. Nod if you understand."
Struggling to bring her head down over Ray's arm, she managed a short nod. Ray lowered her, and she took in a huge gulp of air before she spluttered in panic. "Who? Why? What's going on? Where's my daughter? What's happened--------?"
Shaun gripped her jaw. "I said quiet, and that's what I meant. I'll do the talking and for now, you do the listening."
Ray tightened his grip, pinning her elbows together, and forcing her chest to jut forward. Shaun looked past her and grinned at Ray, "You tryin' to distract me?" Then he looked back at her.
Shaun put his hand on her breast and squeezed. "That's a hard, big nipple. A little too hard for someone worried about her husband."
Phil's hand grasped the other one. "What was it you whispered as you came up the stairs? 'I want a good fucking'? And then you said 'again'. You been fucking tonight? You been playing away?"
Ray dragged her up and painfully back, as her elbows pulled up her hips thrust out. She pranced from one foot to the other, trying to stop the pain in her arms.
"Please, you're hurting! Please stop and tell me where Sherrie is."
Phil reached down and took the hem of her skirt. "Oh, a friend of ours is looking after her, or maybe she's looking after him. Still that's as may be. You were told just to listen, as I just want to satisfy my curiosity about Barry's loving wife."
Due to the way she was held, she was unable to stop the searching hand as it traveled up her leg. She groaned as she felt the fingers touch the bare skin above her stocking tops.
A little gasped, "No," came from her lips as Shaun took over holding her skirt up so Phil could now have two hands free.
A huge grin spread across Phil's face. "Now that's one wet patch you have in your knickers, I wonder how that got there?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Barry was stirring. She began to panic as Phil pushed for an answer.
"I said where did the wet patch come from, or should I ask, cum from?"
She tried to whisper, "Please, not here, not now."
Shaun smiled, "I think this lady, what is your name?"
Still with Phil's hand stroking the wet patch over her cunt, she struggled a "Lisa."
Shaun knew the signs of a horny woman. "I think Lisa has to tell us something she don't want Barry to hear. Come on, let's go in the other bedroom." Ray walked forward, pushing the helpless woman past the two men.
Terry lay on the bed, his right hand holding the base of his rigid cock, and his left hand holding a handful of dark hair as his eyes scanned the pretty naked body. The silver duct tape rendered her his captive. He pushed her head up and down, savoring the feeling of the wet, sucking young mouth as it tried to consume as much of his hard meat as possible.
"Sounds like your mummy's going to be keeping my friends occupied for a while. That just leaves me and you, and that's my idea of heaven, fucking little girls." He pulled her head up, "Just pretty little girls like you."
He moved his cock. "Time to kiss it. That's it, up and down." He dragged her head up and down again, mashing her lips onto it as she tried to kiss it. "That's it, all the way down. Here, let me open my legs so you can get between." He rammed her face down between his open legs.
"That's it, kiss my balls get right under. Oh yes, there, tickle me with your tongue." Sherrie struggled as he forced her face right between his legs, her little tongue licking at the skin behind his sack. "Keep your head there and keep kissing." As the poor girl tried to do as she was ordered, he grabbed her ass and pulled her around so he could get at her cunt in a 69.
As he shoved her thighs ether side of his head, he growled, "Get it back in your mouth while I get your sweet little cunt back in mine."
Bound and laying across her tormentor, she had no other option but to open her mouth and take his cock back in. She closed her lips around it and started sucking again. She gave a muffled cry as his tongue started lapping at her young, sweet, defiled cunt.
With her hands tied she was unable to stop him as his hands now started to maul her firm, round butt, his fingers opening her tight, creamy cheeks as they searched out the pink-puckered opening.
Sherrie shuddered as she heard, "I'd suck real hard and real fast, so you can swallow my cum, or it's going to be pumped up here." She felt his finger push into her arse ring.
Her head bobbed up and down as his thumbs opened her cunt lips and his searching tongue enjoyed the sweet taste of a young, terrified, ten year old.
Phil had Lisa standing open-legged in the spare bedroom, with her hands on her head and still with drink in her she couldn't help but sway. Shaun and Ray stood on either side, holding her up and watching Phil with his hand up under her skirt. They knew by the way her body moved his hand was down her pants as he continued to ask, "Now we're alone. How come your pants and cunt are so wet, and don't tell me you wet yourself. I know the difference between piss and slippery fuck juice."
Lisa looked like a rat in a trap. Her confused look only drove Phil on. "Come on, or shall I tell Barry how wet you are and you can explain yourself to him."
Seeing her resistance quickly dissolving, Shaun fondled her left breast, kneading her firm, round globes through the thin material, looking and finding her nipple.
Shaun whispered in her ear, "You better tell him the truth, or there could be trouble for you and Sherrie."
Lisa stood there. Phil's finger was toying with her wet slit, and now Ray had joined Shaun, working on her tits. Suddenly she took a deep breath, "Promise you'll go if I tell you the truth?"
Phil's fingers rubbed her clit, "Oh, we promise."
Another deep breath, "I've been to a dance. I had a lot to drink, and, errrr, you see, I get excited with drink."
Phil laughed, "You mean you get horny, don't you?"
She nodded. "Some blokes were feeling me up, their hands were everywhere and it was getting to me. Two were trying to get me in the toilets, but the taxi came early.
I knew the driver, I recognized him from a man who had tried it on with me before, and he could see I was drunk. The two men called him a fucking bastard for turning up. I heard one say that they were just about to get me in the bog and give me one. He told him they'd been working on me most of the night and they were going to fuck me, both ends."
She took another gulp of air. "He dragged me outside, then he told me the taxi was around the back. I told him to bring it round, but he was very strong and marched me towards the back of the clubhouse. We were just about at the end of the wall when he slammed me back against... Oh, please stop."
Phil smiled at her, his finger now inside her wet hole. "Stop what?"
She squirmed. "Oh, please stop, don't do that. No, please stop, that's what he did to me."
Phil carried on. "What, fingering your cunt while he had you against the wall?"
As she squirmed so, Shaun and Ray licked at the thin material over her nipple, she had no choice but to carry on. "Can I put my arms down?"
Phil shook his head, "Only after you've told us what you let him do."
She was struggling to speak now. "He told me he'd fancied me. He had done since the last time and this time he was going to have a piece of me. He pushed me hard against the wall. He kissed me hard, forcing my mouth open. As his tongue pushed in, so his hands pushed between my legs. He pulled away and laughed as he said he could feel how wet I was and he was going to make me wetter."
Ray looked at Phil, "Did he?" Phil nodded as she continued. "He got his hand under my dress and started feeling me. I was already aroused from what the other two had been doing to me, and he found it easy to get at me. Then suddenly he pulled me towards his taxi.
He opened the door and shoved me on the seat. He opened his trousers and pulled his cock out, grabbed my head and made me put it in my mouth. He told me I had to suck him."
Ray whispered, "You any good? Take it all the way, do you? Swallow it all? Come on, bet you do."
She stuttered a quiet, "Yes, and he said he wanted me to. He kept forcing it in my mouth, making me take it all. I was feeling sick, but he wouldn't stop. He told me he was going to fuck my mouth until he came, and then he wouldn't be satisfied. He was going to have me swallow his juice and start sucking him again.
I did all he wanted until it was hard. He grabbed my arms and dragged me around to the back of the taxi, bent me over and pulled my pants off."
Shaun smiled, "Like it doggy, or do you just like it?"
"I was drunk and he took advantage."
As she said that, Phil knelt on the floor, lifted her skirt and pulled her pants down until they stretched across her open thighs. As she started to speak again, he lifted his head and let his tongue slide across her slit.
"Oooohh no, please stop." But all Ray did was undo her bra clasp. In turn, Shaun lifted her bra, letting her tits fall free. Both heads immediately attacked the swollen nipples as Phil's tongue pushed into her wet, open cunt.
Her knees buckled, her legs opened, as she did, which allowed Phil more room to shove further up. Ray's hands caressed her arse cheeks while his mouth pulled at the hard little pink bullets.
Shaun whispered, "Carry on with your story."
Lisa panted on. "He, he got his, aahh, his cock in m...m...mee, from, from ahhh behind, his...his hands came around and, and pulled at my, oh fuck, my tits as he banged into... to me. Oh, fuck yes, yes."
Shaun grabbed her head. "Strip her, boys. She's already said she wants another fucking." Lisa had no chance to stop him as he mashed his mouth down over hers.
She struggled, but her arms were soon being pulled back to free the bra. Shaun could feel movement as her skirt and pants left her body. The words, "Lovely body," were Shaun's signal to pull off her.
Lisa was panting. Shaun looked down and drunk in her curvy, firm body. "OK lady, time to get on your knees and give us some of what you gave the taxi driver."
Phil rubbed his thumb down her slit. "And after the head, we get the tail, both of them."
Lisa groaned as Shaun pushed her down. Her hands made a feeble effort to stop them, but their hands held her firm as a hard cock pressed into her lips.
Ray was the first down beside her. "Open your mouth and your thighs, get your hands back on your head so we can have a good finger-fucking while you suck all of us." She felt his fingers on her arse. "Before we get down here and give you the real business."
The spare room was situated next to Sherrie's, and Terry smiled as he heard, "Come on lady, get it in your mouth. Let's feel some of that tongue on my cock," then the gurgling sound of someone's cock being forced into a sucking mouth. He grinned into the tear stained face of the naked ten year old, still with her hands tied behind her. She was now impaled on his cock, trying her hardest to push up and down as he did nothing but watch her being forced to fuck him off.
He put his hand forward and tickled at the stretched cunt that was giving him so much enjoyment. "Seems like your mum's in for as good a fucking as you. Like mother, like daughter, both a couple of cock-hungry sluts, and before this night is through, you'll both get your fill. Now, keep your cunt bouncing, or I'll stick it up your arse hole."
Sherrie blubbered, "No, please mister, don't do that, it hurts!" Terry gripped her waist and drove her up and down. She squealed as his hard cock hammered into her. He was making sure her mother could hear him fucking her daughter.
Lisa could hear, and she tried to pull her mouth free, but she had no chance. Fingers were between her legs and her tits were already Shaun's playthings. He whispered, "The quicker you get our cum inside you, the quicker you see what we've taught your little one to do with her mouth."
A gurgled moan came from behind Phil's cock as he forced her head back and forth on it. Ray had finished stroking her arse and now had his fingers up and inside her wet cunt.
Phil gave a long "MMMMM" before he said, "This lady's got herself a good tongue. I think I'll make myself a little more comfortable. Just let me lay on the bed and let her do me. And, if she keeps that pretty ass up in the air, you two can do what you like." Grabbing a handful of hair, he dragged Lisa up and to the bed.
Phil lay back on the bed, snapped his fingers, and pointed to his long, thick, rampant cock. "Suck, and I mean like a dyson, and just concentrate on me. I can assure you the others will amuse themselves, and remember, there's fuck-all you can do about it. Now, suck."
Her hair cascaded over her, down to Phil's stomach. He felt her warm lips wrap around his length. Her tongue danced over his cock-head as she began to move her head up and down. A little muffled squeal let Phil know that Shaun's fingers were spreading her cunt lips wide. He was aiming his cock, ready to dip it in her honey pot.
Terry was now humiliating Sherrie. Fear was a powerful tool, making her answer him as he asked, "You love fucking, don't you?" then smiling as she answered, "Yes mister, thank you for fucking me, mister. Will you please fuck me harder?"
She knew what he would do if the answer was wrong.
"You want to suck my cock for a while?" She slowly lifted her body off his cock, with her arms tied she fell. He held her, sliding her arse towards his cock. "Yes, mister. Please mister, I want your cock in my mouth. I'll suck it good and lick it, just the way you like me to, mister." He grinned into the petrified face. "And kiss it all over?"
The panic in her voice was music to his ears. "Oh yes, mister. I'll kiss it good, and your ball thingy, let me kiss it."
He pulled her to him. "You better, but first let's have a kiss and I want your nipples in my mouth. You going to stick them in my mouth?"
The relief, as he pulled her to him, was in her face. "Yes mister, I'll put my nipples in your mouth and you can suck them."
She maneuvered her chest towards his mouth. As she did, his hands moved around, encircling her thighs. As she lowered her nipples to his mouth, his fingers went between her legs and pushed up into the swollen slit. He slurped noisily at the little red buds.
Lisa was unable to stop an impending orgasm as Shaun fucked her from behind. He drove hard and fast, his large cock drilling into her. All the time, Phil kept her mouth open and full, savoring the moment he was about to shoot it full of his juice.
Her knees buckled against the bed as she squealed in her climax. Both men took that moment to release their filth into her. As her climax subsided, drink and exhaustion overtook her and she slumped over Phil.
Ray moved forward. "Phil, get your fucking ass off the bed. She going to ride me now."
Grabbing her, he spun her around. Giddy with drink, she fell onto the bed, but Ray wasn't finished. He grabbed her tits and squeezed. She yelped with pain. "Get your cunt on my fucking pole and fuck me, you drunken whore, or I'll rip your fucking tits off."
With his help, she soon found herself impaled on another cock, with her hands on either side of Ray's head. She let her tits swing in his face as she pumped her cunt up and down his length. If she slowed, his teeth were in easy reach of her large red nipples.
Ray grunted as her cunt got another filling of hot, sticky juice, his hands squeezing her tits hard as he came up her. Then as he saw Shaun and Phil come up behind her, he gripped her nipples, pulling on them.
Shaun and Phil grabbed her arms and pulled her back and off the bed. He didn't let go. With her nipples tight in his fingers, her scream was music to his ears.
Shaun swung her around. She stood in front of him, shaking her head and sobbing. Phil had the tape and quickly fastened her wrists behind her. "Let's go visit Sherrie." They dragged the defenseless woman to the next bedroom.
As she saw her daughter, her arms tied behind her, her young ravished body draped over this man, his cock well-imbedded in her mouth, his fingers well-imbedded up her cunt, she went to scream. Only a hard slap across her arse stopped her.
Terry smiled at her. "You want some? Her cunt tastes great. Real sweet. Get rid of that taste of cum you got from them. Come on boys. Let's see just how much mummy loves daughter. I'll hold her cunt lips open for mummy to do the business."
The three men pushed Lisa forward. Phil slapped her arse hard. "Come mummy, let's see some real family lovin'. You got a good tongue, so why not use it?"
Ray was twisting her nipples. "If you don't, we could get real rough with both of you, and you wouldn't want us to hurt the little fuck toy, would you? All you got to do is play with your daughter's cunt. Give her a bit of your tongue. Get us all hard and we will do the both of you again."
Lisa went to speak, but a shake of the head from Shaun made it obvious she would be wasting her time. He poked his tongue out and wiggled it at her. Without warning, her knees were kicked from behind and she found herself kneeling at the side of the bed, staring at a man's fingers holding her daughter's cunt lips open and she knew she had to do this perverted act. There was no alternative.
Terry pulled up the bed, taking Sherrie with him. He made her bend her legs up, and then carry on the blowjob. Lisa was pushed onto the bed. Lying sideways, her head was rammed up to her daughter's open hole. They forced her up until her nose was stuck up Sherrie's arse.
Terry again held the young girl's cunt open. Lisa was reluctant to touch it with her tongue until her knees were bent up and her arse and cunt made an easy target for the other three gathered behind her. They didn't waste any time.
First Phil, then Ray swung the hands, bringing them down with tremendous force. The sound of hand on naked arse was deafening. Lisa squealed, but her sound was cut short as Shaun rammed her head into the slit of her daughter's open cunt. "Lick it, get your tongue up her, you will eventually."
Beaten and degraded, the women let her tongue slip out and over the gaping hole of her daughter's cunt. She got another good slap for encouragement as the men watched. As she continued her perverted act, Phil was unable to keep his hands off the firm, round, naked arse before him and soon Lisa could feel fingers again abusing her wet cunt.
Shaun disappeared, only to return half dragging, half pushing the bound Barry. Standing behind him and holding hard around the throat, Shaun forced Barry to view the scene. "Now that's what I call a bum deal," he carried on the torment. "A nice pair, definitely two of a kind. Bet you'd like a hand of the young one, eh? Love them when they're young and sweet."
He grabbed Barry's head and forced it around. "Mind you, the old one's a good fuck, gives a mean head, especially when she needs a ride home. She fucks and sucks real good. Ask any taxi driver."
A little groan from Sherrie stopped Shaun's fun. "Oh shit, can you believe mummy's getting her little daughter's cunt nice and hot? Time me and the boys put on a show for you. It was on the cards the minute we saw her. Mummy's cunt was just a bonus. Now you stand there." Shaun pulled Barry back and propped him against the wall.
"And we'll leave you with a full house-------wife, and a flushed------daughter, and with their bodies a good hand-------full all round." He whispered, "Trust me, we can all raise ourselves to those two."
Barry muffled a pathetic protest as Shaun patted the side of his face really hard. "Just keep the noise down. We got some serious fucking to do on your wife and kid and we don't need no joker disturbing us."
Shaun moved towards the bed. Sherrie was being forced faster and faster to suck Terry off. All the time her arse was wiggling, as her mother continued to lick at her now-aroused cunt. Lisa couldn't help but keep at her daughter. Phil's fingers pumped in and out of her cunt while Ray twisted and played with her nipples.
Shaun rubbed his hands. "Oh yes, two of a kind. Hot and ready to trot and my odds are on mummy's arse-hole." He looked back at Barry. "If I play my cards right, she will give me a great deal of pleasure."
Shaun smacked his big hands together. "OK boys, let's have us some fun. Turn them round, kneel them on the bed, and pick your hole - except mummy's ass, that's mine."
Terry grabbed Sherrie's hair and hauled her off his cock. "Bendy time, little girl, and you know where that beauty you been sucking on is going next. It's going to enjoy itself while you suck someone else's dick for a mouth full."
Squealing and crying, the two women where dragged, pulled, and turned until they were bent over the bedside. Shaun and Terry held their hips while Phil and Ray had handfuls of hair to control them by.
Some good head-shaking took the fight out of the females. Only little sobs could be heard as the men grunted and laughed out their obscenities. "Come on, little girl. Raise me this," as Ray stuffed his cock into Sherrie's mouth.
"Come on mummy, you ain't gonna let your little girl show you up. Show her you can take it all the way." Lisa had no option but to open her mouth and let Phil use her. She was gagging as he forced it to the back of her throat.
Shaun smiled at Terry as they spat on their hands and wet the shiny head of their hard cocks, then simultaneously they drove them at the puckered arse-holes they were holding open. The two females squealed around the cock filling their mouths, but they were held firm. First Lisa felt Shaun's cock break past her anal ring, then with much grunting Terry announced to them he was in and god, was she still tight.
Barry moaned behind his gag as he watched his wife and daughter at the mercy of these four men. With their hands tied behind them, they could do nothing to defend themselves. The men he had invited into his home, he watched as they buggered his wife and daughter while their heads were shaken to make them obey and use their tongues or wiggle their arses to increase the enjoyment as these men had the undisturbed pleasure of hammering into them, raping both ends.
He tried to close his ears to the sound. The muffled, helpless cries as cocks kept mouths plugged, making sure that the females were unable to scream as their nipples were pulled and twisted by sadistic fingers. Their arses were slapped and their mouths gagged and choked continually as the two big cocks rammed fully in and down their throats.
After what seemed eternity to Barry, Terry grunted and filled Sherrie's arse with more hot sticky juice, only to hear Ray slap Sherrie's face. "Come on fuck toy, concentrate on my cock now, use your tongue like you been taught."
The little girl choked as she tried to suck the fat cock into her small mouth, all the time letting her tongue dance over it as it hit on the back of her throat.
Lisa could only watch out of the corner of her eye as she too worked on the two cocks pummeling her body. She grunted as her body was rocked forward every time Shaun rammed his cock up her arse, only to be met by Phil's huge piece of male meat in her mouth as he scraped his hairs under her nose.
Terry, his cock still covered in the cum he had just deposited up Sherrie, walked over to Barry and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to watch the continuous rape of his wife and daughter. "You want a bit of your kid's arse? Nice and tight. Or maybe her cunt?"
Barry shook his head and tried to make audible sounds, but Terry just laughed. "As soon as we've finished with them, I'll see what we can do. Be a shame for you to miss out. Looks like your dick's a bit hard."
Terry's hand grabbed at Barry's semi-erect cock. "Oh yes, daddy's got the hots." Barry squirmed, but there was no mistaking he was aroused.
As the other three finished fucking the two females, Terry already had a plan.
A wink towards Shaun got the men to gather around the bed. Terry dragged Barry over to the bed. He grabbed Lisa. "Suck your old man's dick. Get it hard. Phil, get the fuck toy backed up here."
As Lisa sucked at Barry's cock, knowing she had to do it in front of these perverted men, Phil pulled the helpless Sherrie back towards her father. Soon Barry's cock was hard, jutting out and in the perfect position for them to back Sherrie on to it. It slid into her tight cunt.
Two slaps on the back of Barry's head made sure he got it in all the way, then Lisa was turned and pushed under the bent frame of her daughter. "Lick it while he fucks it," came the menacing order from Shaun.
The four men slowly dressed as they watched Barry fucking his daughter while his wife licked at the young cunt. Terry turned and went to get the computer as the others encouraged Barry on to fill the kid, which, much to his outward disgust, he did.
Shaun was the last one to leave the room. He gloated at the bound family, delighting in the cum-splattered females as he said, "We came to play poker, and whichever way you look at it, 'poke her' we did. You just accept the hand your dealt, and don't be a sore loser. The only people sore around here are yours, so next time think twice before you play with strangers. Oh, and thanks ladies, but I don't think it was the roll your old man thought you were going to get."
The three listened as they heard him join the others and the van pull away.
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