It is difficult to judge what a person's reactions will be during a stress situation. The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In WIFE IN TORMENT young Susan Morris finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by a sadistic family, degraded and sexually abused, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Susan Morris suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more a woman for what has happened to her.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Susan Morris felt a tingling sensation in her pussy when the young trucker touched her ass. She turned slightly and gave him an uncertain smile, her heart racing wildly.
"You're not nervous, are you?" the man asked.
"Well...yes," Susan admitted.
"What's the matter?" he asked, letting his left hand move up her side. "Never fucked in a truck before?"
"No," she said, her voice barely audible. She looked up at the eighteen-wheeler and felt her heart skip a beat. The truck looked almost alive, like some animal of prey, the moonlight glinting off the teeth-like grill. The exterior was Nazi-black, smooth and polished. "But I guess it's no different than doing it...any place else," she added.
"Oh, no, baby," the man said, gently pushing her through the open door. "There ain't nothing like fucking in a truck."
Susan was stunned with the enormous space inside the cab. It was almost like a small room. Obviously custom-made, the interior smelled of leather and sweat, almost like a stable. The monstrous steering wheel was covered with an intricately designed tube of blue-black leather. The seat was tufted, as comfortable as any couch, yet firm. The rest of the interior spoke of pure maleness. She shivered, feeling as if she'd crawled not inside a truck, but a man.
"She's sweet, ain't she?" the man said, proud.
"Nice," Susan whispered, her eyes on the man. "Mmmmmm, very nice."
He was burly, as male as his truck, the shock of blue-black hair framing a rough, angular face. Probably in his late twenties, he was as muscled as an athlete. His eyes were black as raisins, his teeth white and even. Beside him she seemed so very small, like a child.
She grasped him around the waist and leaned forward, touching his lips with hers. Then, when she felt his huge hands squeeze her thighs, she snuggled closer and stabbed her tongue deeply inside his mouth. He smelled and tasted of musk.
"Rarin' to go, ain't you?" the man said, letting his tongue slide over hers. "Well, baby, so am I."
He crushed her down on the seat and dropped his full weight over her body. With his mouth still hungrily moving over her parted lips, he began tugging at her clothing. When her ripened, upturned tits were freed, he nuzzled his face between them, drew his tongue over the tiny, pink nipples.
"Wow," he gasped, "just as sweet and firm as I thought they'd be. Mmmmm, I'll bet your little pussy is just as good."
He quickly removed the rest of her clothes and pulled back, his glazed eyes taking in her full beauty. Her hair was the color of ripened corn, sweeping about her face and shoulders like a misty waterfall. Her eyes were large and green as fresh mint, her lips sensuous, the color of her nipples. Her waist was tiny, causing her tits and hips to appear larger than they were. Her long, tanned legs were smooth as silk, almost as firm as his own. The triangular patch of blonde hair that partially hit her cunt opening was glistening with steamy drops of juice that looked like pearls.
"Take me," Susan murmured, clawing at his shirt. She'd never felt this way before, hadn't thought it possible that she could want a man so badly. "Hurry...and fuck me," she added, letting her fingers drop to the enormous cock in his jeans.
The man shucked out of his clothes, then lay back down on her body, squirming between her legs. He kneaded her flesh with his fingers, moved the underside of his cock over her pussy. His mouth was on her right tit, his tongue flickering over the yielding flesh like an exploring snake.
The mere touch of his prick against her cunt was enough to make Susan cry out with ecstasy. He was big, big all over. And although she'd only gotten a quick glimpse of his prick, it was the biggest thing she'd ever seen. Almost a foot long, it was as big around as her wrist. The loose foreskin was stretched over the gigantic ball, revealing purple, satiny flesh. Dark, bristling hairs haloed the base and covered his massive, cum-filled balls.
She squeezed her fingers between them and grasped his balls. As she rolled the hairy balls over the insides of her thighs, the ache inside her cunt became more demanding than ever.
She thrust her hips up and moved her head to one side, chewing into the ribbons of muscle at the side of his bull-like neck.
"Do...it to me," she said, her voice pained. "Do...it all. Make it good. Make it the best."
"OK, you little whore," the man growled, lifting his hips. "Gonna screw my cum right up to your cock-loving brains."
He plunged his prick inside her puckered cunt rim with one move. Then as their crotch hairs meshed together, he squirmed his ass around. Some of the loose skin that covered his balls was sucked inside her cunt.
"Jesus...fucking Christ," he grunted, biting into her tit. "You sure you ain't a fucking virgin? I...I've never had a pussy so goddamned tight!"
"God...I'll bet they're all little for you," Susan grunted. Pain and pleasure danced inside her cunt, like fire and ice. The head of his prick seemed to be pulsating right between her tits. "It's...huge!" she panted, then came violently.
The man's body tightened when he felt her pussy clamp and suck on his shaft like a starving mouth. Slowly, he withdrew, then hammered back inside. As she did, his balls slapped into the crack of her ass with a plop.
"Oh! Oh!" Susan screamed out. Another thundering convulsion of orgasm drilled her guts like a clawing hand. "Harder! God...make it...hurt!"
She loved being trapped beneath his huge, hulking frame. And even though his massive cock sent spasms of pain into her body, she loved it.
"God...damn, you are one cock-hungry bitch," the man said, pumping his ass up and down rhythmically. "OK, you want a fucking, I'll give . . . "
"No!" Susan yelled out. "Don't fuck me. Rape me!"
Even as she said the words, she couldn't believe it was she who had uttered them. She didn't even know this man. They hadn't even given their names. They had merely exchanged smiles at the truck stop. Christ, less than ten minutes ago!
"Want it rough, huh?" the man said, his voice a hungry growl. "Then you'd better hang on, slut. I'm gonna bang your goddamned teeth out."
He thrust her hands behind her back and clamped her wrists together, holding them in a vise-like grip. He then jerked her legs violently apart with his knees and humped his full weight between her thighs. He bit into her tits like a savage animal, tasting blood.
Susan didn't know such passion existed.
Wave after wave of climax tore into her body, inflaming every cell, each nerve. Pain and pleasure melted together, becoming one all-consuming sensation. She flinched, then fell limp with exhaustion.
"Take it, you little whore," the man said, heaving savagely in and out of her oozing cunt. "Fuck it all the way up...here! Unh...here!"
As their bodies slapped together, Susan felt her pleasures renew themselves. She struggled, trying to free her hands, but he held her tighter. Knowing that she couldn't escape, would have to submit to anything he wanted to do to her even increased her ecstasy. At last she was truly being taken.
Not like with Larry. When he did want sex, he treated her as if she were made of fragile glass. It seemed like years ago that she'd left him, although it had been less than a day. She couldn't even conjure up a picture of his face-not that she wanted to.
"Cum," she gasped. "Poke my pussy full of cum . . . "
That was another thing about this big, muscular trucker, she thought. He'd probably have a lot of jism. She could almost see the thick, milky wads pouring into her body, streaming from her cunt, gluing her ass cheeks together. u
"Aieeeeeee!" she shrieked, feeling the beginnings of another climax burn at her pussy. "Fuck! Fuckkkk Meeeee!"
The man was matching her passion with hard thrusts, tightening his fingers around her wrists. His ecstasy was raw, unbridled.
"Take it, you fucking slut," he gasped, feeling his cock enlarge, squeeze her cunt lips further apart. His cum-load was bubbling into the base of his cock causing spasms of pleasure to race in and out of his loins. "Gonna...blow...you apart, baby," he grunted, slamming forward with all his might.
What seemed like pleasure before was nothing compared to what now hit Susan. His jism boiled into her pussy, inflaming her sucking, pulling membranes. The juices then seemed to etch into her flesh like acid. And every sweet drop brought with it new thrills. In a matter of a few seconds, she was shaking with pure, raw ecstasy.
"Screw it in, whore," the man wheezed, nibbling to the hollow of her throat. "Take every goddamned drop and eat it all the way in your hot cunt."
They molded themselves together for a long while, gasping into each other's mouths. At last, the man released her hands and sat up. He gave her a warm smile and pulled her into his arms, kissing the side of her face.
"Baby, you go crazy when you fuck, you know that?" he chuckled. "Feel like I've been screwing a tiger in the ass."
Susan blushed. She wanted to explain to him that she'd never had it so good, never reacted like that before. Why, she'd never even had but one man-her husband-until now. He must think she did this sort of thing all the time.
"You're the one who made me crazy," she giggled. "Mmmmm, this big cock of yours, anyway."
The man looked down and smiled. His eyes then swept over her cum-coated pussy hairs. He touched her flat stomach and inhaled the fragrance of her hair. Suddenly, he flinched.
"Shit," he said, "Got cum all over the fucking seat. Let me get a rag and clean it up."
"Are you crazy?" Susan said. "I'll clean it up.
She pulled away from him and knelt on the floorboard. As she eyed the creamy pools of cooling jism against the black leather, her throat constricted.
"Make me do it," she whispered, looking up at his face. "Push my face in it and...and...demand it."
"Whatever turns you on, baby," the man said, giving her a quizzical glance.
"Know what would really turn me on?"
Susan said, her heart quickening. "It might sound silly, but . . . "
"I'll do anything for you, baby," the man grinned. "Just name it."
"Tie me up, would you?" Susan said, voicing a fantasy she had until now been afraid to say aloud. "Then make me...make me do anything you want."
"I might want something pretty strange," the man said, hunger burning in his dark eyes.
"Do it," Susan said, her voice cracking with anticipation. "God...just do it."
The man pulled a bag from the sleeper behind his head and pulled out several lengths of brown leather. He then tied her hands behind her back. After inspecting his work, he attached a length to her ankles and thighs. He yanked the end of the strap upward, tying it to her wrists.
"Ohhhhhh," Susan said, shivering with pleasure. The leather was cutting into her flesh, sending chills of ecstasy up and down her spine. She was fully at his mercy, and just the thought caused her pussy to tingle, spit wads of cum down the insides of her thighs. "Do...it to me," she begged, her head spinning with anticipation.
"Lick up the cum, bitch," the man said, his voice low and cruel-sounding.
"No," Susan said, struggling with the straps, caught up in the game. "You'll have to...make me," she added.
The man grabbed her by the hair of the head and crushed her face down on the seat. He then twisted her face around over the cum-coated leather.
"I said eat it, cunt!" he barked.
Susan licked at the cool masses of cum, felt them sink between her lips. God, it was good. Having her hands and feet tied, the pressure of his large hand. The tingling sensations of orgasm became more intense.
"Get it all in your mouth, cocksucker," the man grunted. "Then I want you to blow it up my ass and suck it back out."
Was he crazy? She would gladly fuck him, even suck his cock, but to eat out his ass-hole was another thing. This time she struggled in earnest.
"No," she gasped, pulling air and cum into the back of her throat with a rattle. "I...I don't want to do that."
"You'll do it and love it, whore," the man said, throwing his right leg over her shoulder. "Eat my ass-hole. Run that little tongue inside me.
Faced with his dark, hairy ass, Susan felt terrified. At the same time, however, she couldn't deny the fact that her pussy was throbbing like a toothache.
"No, no," she groaned, feeling him thrust her head between his muscular thighs. "Mmmmmmm, no," she gurgled, her mouth crushing over the small, puckered ass-hole.
She spit into his ass-hole, then sucked the fluid back out. As the acrid flavor sank into the back of her throat, her insides seemed to burst. She chewed savagely into the greasy membranes, thrust her tongue in and out until her jaws ached.
"Ah...that's it, ass-licker," the man grunted, feeling his cock slap against his stomach. "Screw your tongue in and eat me."
Susan couldn't believe she was actually enjoying this, but she was. In fact, it was almost as good as when he fucked her. Her ecstasy grew quickly, then jolted inside her body. She chewed upward, running her mouth over his balls, then lapped at the underside of his cock.
"More...cum," she groaned. "Let...me...suck you."
The man held his prick down with his left hand and jabbed the tip of it between her parted lips. He then jerked his hips upward, drilling the full-length into her throat.
"Suck it, cocksucker," he gasped, holding the back of her head with both hands. "Ah...all the way like that."
Susan gobbled up and down his cock like it was the last one on earth. And although it was monstrous, she managed to suck in every delicious inch. Seconds later, she munched to the hairy base and twisted her head around. As the wiry hairs scraped her lips, her insides became a cauldron.
"Mmmmmmffffff!" she choked, climaxing violently.
Her pleasures peaked, and as they did, she felt his prick pulsate. She tightened her lips and jabbed her nose into the muscles of his stomach. His cum bolted up the center of his cock and splattered her tonsils with creamy warmth. As the wads boiled into her stomach, her orgasm became electric, inflaming her with ecstasy she hadn't known possible.
"Oh...Jesus, eat it, slut," the man cried out, punching upward, shoving in more lumps of jism. "Suck me...dry . . . "
Susan worked on his prick wildly, regretting that her hands were tied. She wanted to clutch at those balls, milk him of ever precious glob.
"Ohhhhh," the man said at last, feeling the last of his cum squirt into her throat. He dropped his hands from her head and threw his head back. "Talk about...a fucking...blowjob," he added, his chest heaving with exhaustion, "I feel like you sucked out my brains!"
Susan pulled her mouth away and kissed into his wiry hairs. She then ran her tongue over his balls, the tops of his thighs. Her pussy was still rippling with pleasure, aching for what her mouth had just gotten.
"Fuck me again," she begged. "Oh...God, fuck me all night long."
"Lady, either you've had a lot of cock, or none at all," the man laughed. "You'd better slow down. You'll burn yourself out."
"I want you to burn me out," Susan murmured. "Burn me out with this big, hard cock!"
"I'd sure like to," the man said, "but I'm already late for my run."
"Where are you going?" Susan asked.
"To Dallas, then to Phoenix," he answered.
"I'll follow you in my car," Susan said. "And when you get bored, just blow your horn and pull over. Then I'll blow you."
"You've got a deal," the trucker laughed. He looked at his watch, then shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I guess we've got time for one for the road."
The trip from Texarkana took more than eight hours. And when they pulled into Dallas, Susan knew she had made the right decision to leave Larry. She'd experienced more with this nameless truck driver in one night that she had with her husband in six years of marriage.
At last, the world seemed to be opening up for her.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan's world came crashing down about her.
She'd lost the trucker in a heavy rainstorm just west of Ft. Worth when her car began sputtering. She glanced quickly down at the gas gauge, but the needle pointed to almost full. And to top it off, as she pulled to the shoulder of the road, she saw a late model car the same color as hers pass her. If the man looked in the rear-view mirror, he would think she was still following him.
It could be hours before he realized his mistake, and by then it would be too late to turn back.
She hit the steering wheel with the heel of her palm and shook her head when the car wouldn't respond to her efforts. Each time she patted the accelerator and turned the key, the motor turned over but wouldn't fire.
Knowing next to nothing about automobile engines, she knew she was stuck here in the middle of nowhere until the storm let up and she could signal for help.
Suddenly, she felt very alone and vulnerable. She had burned all her bridges behind her. Instantly she regretted taking her half of the savings in cash. At first, the two thousand dollars was a comfort. Now, however, having that much money was a decided disadvantage. She would have to be very particular about who she flagged down.
About forty minutes later, the storm let up, giving her a full view of the highway, both front and rear. She got out of the car, raised the hood and looked at the massive engine. It seemed to smile back at her.
"Shit," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "Shit and double damn shit."
While she stood there, she was unaware that a battered pick-up was nearing the interstate from a side road, just north and to the rear of where she was parked. The truck stopped just short of the main road and two people got out.
"Trouble, honey?" a rather throaty, female voice called out.
Surprised, Susan turned. She didn't see the woman at first, but the man, causing her heart to skip a beat.
He was built like a mountain, and the way he towered over the older woman, he looked to be seven feet tall. A shock of unruly dark-brown hair framed his ox-like face, and his lips were parted in a stupid smile. As she looked at his expression, she was immediately reminded of a line to a poem she'd studied in high school: "Who blew out that light within his brain."
"Can't trust these new-fangled cars," the older woman said, stepping in front of the man. She had a take-charge attitude, and that's exactly what she did. "You traveling alone?" she asked Susan casually.
"Yes," Susan replied, her eyes still on the young man. Although he probably had the mentality of an animal, she couldn't help but admire the thick, bulging muscles, the massive mound of cock between his legs. "It...my car just, uh, stopped running," she added, lamely.
"Well, honey, it looks like the problem is a busted fuel line," the raw-boned woman said, shaking her head and clicking her tongue as she looked under the hood. "One of my boys will fix it for you, if you want," she added, giving Susan a warm smile.
"Your son?" Susan asked, again shooting the man a quick glance. His eyes were on her tits, and his jaw had slackened further. Spittle glistened from one corner of his mouth.
"Now don't you mind Zeke," the woman said. "He's big and stupid, but he's got a heart of gold."
"She's nice, Ma," the boy said. "Ain't she?"
"Yeah, right pretty," the woman replied, letting her eyes sweep over Susan's figure.
"How...how long do you think it would take?" Susan stammered, embarrassed by their glances. "To fix the car, I mean."
"Don't rightly know," the woman said. "One, two days. Have to drive into Fort Worth for the part."
Before she knew what was happening, Susan found herself in the pick-up, squeezed between their bodies, listening to the woman's seemingly aimless chatter. And she was very much aware of the hard texture of the man's thigh against her own, and his stare.
"What in the world is a pretty girl like you doing out here in west Texas?" the woman asked. "I noticed you had Tennessee tags on your car," she added.
Still disoriented, Susan began talking, explaining everything to the woman. She didn't even know her name, but the woman had such a disarming smile, an honest face, she found herself talking even more freely than she ever had with her closest friends.
"So, you're alone," the woman said when Susan paused.
"Yes," Susan replied, not noticing the quick glance the woman gave her son.
"My, my," the woman said, wheeling the pick-up off the secondary road into a muddy field. "Well, as I said, you can stay with us until one of my boys fixes your car. It's not a castle, but it's dry and warm."
"How many boys do you have?" Susan asked.
"Three more besides Zeke," the woman replied. "Well, we're here," she said, pointing to her right.
A few moments later, after she had gotten out of the truck, she lifted her eyes from the muddy pools in the front yard to look at the house. Before she could take in the weather-beaten exterior, she felt Zeke's massive hands on her neck. A split-second later, the world seemed to darken. Her knees buckled. As she felt into the massive arms, she heard the woman's voice, as if it came from a tunnel, far away.
"Don't kill her, son," the voice said kindly. "OK, now pick her up and . . . "
Susan's mind plunged into a silent, black pool.
* * *
Her wrists and ankles burned, then felt as if they were being chewed by a thousand, tiny animals. Her eyes fluttered open, and through blurred vision, she saw Zeke's smiling face. He was fully naked, his massive cock standing straight up, slapping his flat, muscular stomach. Behind him, the woman stood a noncommittal smile on her face.
"You go ahead and fuck her, son," the woman said. "I'm gonna get supper ready." She turned to leave, then stopped. "Now you be good," she admonished the boy. "Remember she's just a little-bitty thing."
"OK, Ma," Zeke said, nearing the bed, lust written in his eyes. "I'll be good."
Susan tried to jump from the bed and found that her wrists and ankles were securely tied to the iron headboard and footboard. Her flesh stung, cut by the wiry hemp.
"No!" she cried out, flinching, struggling. "Don't!"
The man's eyes were on her cunt, then moved upward to her jutting tits. Slowly, he eased down on the bed and knelt between her parted thighs. He placed his huge hands on her smooth, flat stomach.
"You like fucking?" he asked. Before she could answer, he added, "I sure do. I ain't had no pussy in a long time. You sure do have a little one."
This couldn't be happening, Susan thought! Tied up in some west Texas farm house, about to be violated by some hulking giant, while his mother was downstairs fixing supper!
"No," she moaned, trying to make some sense of the situation. "God...no!"
The man fell forward, crushing her beneath his monstrous weight. His mouth was on hers, his slick tongue jabbing between her teeth. A couple of seconds later, she felt the gigantic cockhead move up the insides of her thighs and punch into the entrance of her cunt. She gave a choking gasp as the meaty prick shoved inside. Burning spasms of pain pricked her membranes like icy-hot needles.
"You...do have a little one," Zeke gasped, plunging the rest of his cock inside her pussy. He moved his mouth away from hers and bit down on her right tit like a striking cobra. "Mmmmm, and big tits," he gurgled, lapping the rubbery nipple over the roof of his mouth.
There was nothing Susan could do but wait for his horrible attack to be over with. Something, however, told her that this was only the beginning. If that woman was capable of letting her dull-witted son tie her up and fuck her-a complete stranger-she might be capable of doing anything! The thought burst in her brain like an explosion.
"Nice...pussy," Zeke grunted, lifting his ass, pounding back downward. "Sweet and hot and...so...tight."
Susan was more than aware of every hard inch he was jabbing into her guts. His prick was huge, just like the rest of him, stretching and pulling on her cunt like a clawing fist. And as the speed of his fucking increased, it seemed to grow even bigger. Raw, unbridled pain shot into her body, causing her to flinch.
"Don't," she gasped. "You're...hurting me.
"I know," Zeke laughed. "I like it that way. Makes it real little."
Susan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The aroma of sweat, masculine sweat, stung her nostrils like acid. And his body engulfed her like a muscular blanket. The wiry hairs on his sculptured chest scraped over her tender flesh.
"Ohhhhhh," she cried out, feeling a tingle of pleasure race around the opening of her pussy. His cock was moving in and out more quickly, his thick, cum-filled balls slapping into the crack of her ass. She moaned again, trying desperately to reject the response his cock was causing.
"like my big cock?" Zeke asked, licking from one tit to the other.
Susan shook her head, but found a yes forming on her lips. She did like it! It was thick and big, totally Filling her insides. And being tied down like this, taken, she felt her pleasure build dramatically. She suddenly wanted to grab that tight, little ass and shove him harder into her cunt.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Come on, you big, goddamned bull. Fuck me with that hot cock."
She couldn't believe she'd said the words. In the middle of being raped, she was begging for him to fuck her harder!
"I'll do my best," Zeke said, grabbing her shoulders for support. He held her tightly and began hammering with his full weight, punching his cock in and out so hard the room filled with the smacking sounds of flesh slapping flesh. "How's...this?" he grunted.
"Yes," Susan cried out, her orgasm building with lightning speed. "All the way in, you bastard. Fuck me full of hot, creamy cum . .
Although she was totally disgusted with herself, she had no control over her reactions. There was nothing to do but go with it. Her body jerked violently. She threw her head to one side and screamed wildly.
"Aieeeeeeeee!" she shrieked, thrusting her hips upward to meet his downward pumps. "Faster...harder...everything!"
"Take it," Zeke gasped, his chest heaving with excitement. "I'm...ready to squirt your pussy...full."
Susan tried to imagine what his cum-load would be like. If it were true like he said, and he hadn't had a woman in a long time, there would be a lot of it. Maybe there would be so much, it would stream from her cunt and boil over the insides of her thighs, into the crack of her ass.
She yelled out again, her voice racked with tortured release, as another thundering orgasm drilled into her pussy. She froze, then began bucking wildly, pulling against her bonds until her fingers and toes turned a dark purple. The flesh under the biting ropes was white as the sheets.
"Now!" Zeke barked, grinding his cock inside her cunt with so much force it knocked the wind out of her. "Fuck it in you, lady! Unh...shit!"
Susan felt the base of his prick swell, then jerk. Seconds later, buzzing throbs swept up the underside of his cock. Then, the first boiling glob of jism splattered her insides.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she wailed. He was fucking in even more than she'd hoped for. It felt like gallons. And even when her pussy was full, he kept jabbing in more. Soon, thick, oozing streams burned the flesh of her thighs, seeped over his balls and glued the crack of her ass together. "All...of it," she groaned, chewing on her lower lip. "Don't...ever stop! Fuck me...hard...full . . . "
Zeke pounded into her pussy for what seemed an eternity. And just when she thought it surely must be over, another wave of climax riddled her guts. At last, she fell back, exhausted, spent. And even then, he kept fucking. Pleasure melted to pain, then humiliation swept around her like a damp fog.
"Stop," she begged. "It's hurting me."
"I...ain't finished yet," the man said, munching over her tits. "I'm gonna fuck until I go again."
Was that possible, Susan wondered? Christ, even with that truck driver, there was a space of at least a few minutes between fuckings!
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Zeke growled, hammering in and out rhythmically, his muscular body tightening. "Almost...there . . . "
Again, Susan felt his cock expand, throb with buzzing sensations. A couple of moments later, another cum-load burst up the center of his shaft, spitting the huge globs of jism into her cunt.
"Godddddddddd!" she screamed, her pleasures exploding again, as she accepted him. "Do it! God, don't ever stop!"
This time, her orgasm was more intense, but it didn't last nearly as long. She fell back, bathed in sweat, and closed her eyes. Later, when the ecstasy subsided to a dull throb, and the man's movements slowed, she was again fully aware of her desperate situation.
"Zeke!" his mother's voice called out.
"Yeah, Ma?"
"You about finished in there?"
"Just about," Zeke answered.
"Well, hurry, son," the woman said. "I need some firewood."
Zeke gave Susan a few more rabbit-like jabs with his cock and rolled away. Without giving her another glance, he got off the bed and padded from the room, closing the door behind him.
Susan lay there completely stunned, unable to comprehend anything. It was like a nightmare, a horrible nightmare. Again she checked the ropes, but realized it was futile even to attempt to escape.
She was totally at their mercy.
"You hungry, sugar?" the woman said, entering the room.
"Yes," Susan said, unable to say anything else.
"We didn't expect company," Zeke's mother said, giving Susan a quick smile, "so supper won't be anything imagine. But everything we eat around here, we raise ourselves. How does steak and fried potatoes sound? I made up some blackberry cobbler for dessert."
The woman left as quickly as she had entered, closing the door behind her.
"This is a nut house," Susan gasped, feeling cold terror clutch at her throat.
CHAPTER THREE
Over supper, Susan was introduced to the woman's other two sons. Un-like Zeke, their eyes were clear, intelligent. When they came in from the fields and saw her tied to the chair at the table, however, they registered no surprise, as if it were something that happened every day.
Was it?
Susan found it impossible to make any sense of the situation. like any other family, they sat around the table, chatted easily, discussing the events of the day as they ate. Only Zeke seemed to pay her any attention. His eyes were on her tits as he wolfed down the blackberry cobbler.
"She's got a nice pussy," he said, then laughed.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," his mother admonished.
David, the youngest, showed a spark of interest. He looked at Zeke as he toyed with his fried potatoes.
"How does she suck?" he asked.
"Ma made me get firewood before I found out," Zeke answered, a hurt expression on his brute face.
Susan couldn't believe this conversation! She looked at the woman, waiting for her to register outrage, but she ate as if nothing had happened.
"Do you suck good?" David asked, standing up and moving around the table. He stood beside Susan and unzipped his work pants. "OK if I find out, Ma?" he asked.
"Fine by me," the woman said, cutting a piece of steak, not looking up.
Susan flushed a beet red. Now she knew they were all insane! She gave the young man a pleading look, but it was lost on him. He was going to make her...do that, right here in front of God and everyone!
"Open up," David said, holding his enormous, half-hard cock with both hands. He touched her lips with the satiny tip and placed one hand behind her head. "Suck it all the way in," he said a little louder, squirming his ass around.
Susan was too stunned to react, even when the acrid-smelling slab of cock slipped into her mouth. She looked up through the brush of corn-colored crotch hair trying to read his expression. Other than the spark of lust in his chocolate-brown eyes, his angular, handsome face was placid.
His prick throbbed to life, totally filling her mouth.
"Hey, she can take it all," he said, increasing the pressure behind her head. "Would you just look at that!"
As his cock nudged further inside her mouth, the gigantic cockhead pulsated between her tonsils, she felt his balls swell, throb against her chin. She tasted an oozing drop of clear fluid that seeped from his cum-hole, felt his wiry hairs scrape her nostrils.
"Nnnnnnnm" she choked, trying to pull back.
She felt a sudden jolt of pain against the side of her neck. The woman had reached out and slapped her!
"You suck my boy off," the woman said. "You know you like it, sugar. Now don't make it bad on yourself, or I'll let Caleb after you. And he's a mean one."
Susan shot a tortured look at the other son. He was watching with detached interest as he chewed his food slowly. And yes, she had sensed something cruel about him when she first saw him. He looked like a cat ready to pounce, even when relaxed.
He was the least of her worries at the moment, however. David was gouging his monstrous prick in and out, stretching her lips painfully. Her fingers tightened on the fork she held in her right hand. They had tied her left hand to the chair, as well as her feet, but kept her right hand free to eat.
What if she took that fork and jabbed it savagely into his ass? She certainly wanted to, but she fought the temptation. Something told her that the woman might cut her throat with that steak knife.
"Suck, cocksucker," David said, placing both hands behind her head. "Ah...just like that. All the way in."
Susan felt a delicate throb in her cunt as he jabbed more forcefully inside her mouth. She tried thinking of garbage, slimy toads, anything, to hold back that horrible sensation. How could she humiliate herself by letting them know that she was, well, enjoying this?
The throb became more intense, gripping her cunt opening like a probing hand. She squirmed around, hoping they would interpret her actions to mean discomfort. A sudden moan-involuntarily bursting around the base of his hairy cock-left little to doubt, however.
"She-likes sucking cock," David said. "Shit, she ought to, I've never had a pussy this good!"
"Her pussy is good," Zeke said stupidly. "Best Ma ever gave us."
"We'll just have to find out," David grunted. "But first, I'm gonna fill this little throat up with a hot load of cum."
Cum, Susan thought. Those rich, thick wads of milky fluid. She wondered if he would have a big load like his big, stupid brother.
"Mmmmmmm," she gurgled, dropping the fork with a clatter and clutching at his pumping ass. She ran her fingers up and down the rough material of his jeans, then tugged at his belt.
Reading her desires, David unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to his knees. Since he wasn't wearing any shorts, Susan's face and hand pressed against hairy, muscular flesh. She jabbed her middle finger into the crack of his ass, giving out another groan of building pleasure.
"You like it in the mouth?" David gasped. "God, I hope so. I just love the fuck out of blowing my cum in a hot, sucking throat."
"Mmmmmm-hmmmm," Susan said, her voice a vibrating muffle around the base of his cock.
She had never felt so used, so humiliated in her entire life, yet she couldn't control the hunger in her throat, the stabs of ecstasy that tore into her cunt. She began gobbling furiously up and down his shaft, jabbing her nose into his hairy, muscular belly. Her middle finger was deeply inside his ass-hole, rubbing over the slick membranes.
Cock, her mind screamed. Big, hard, delicious cock! And all those globs of cum that would pour into her throat, seep to her stomach.
Suddenly her insides burst with a wild, savage climax. She clamped her mouth tightly at the base of his cock and wallowed her tongue over the rubbery surface.
"Unnhhhfffff," she groaned, her eyes squinting closed with raw ecstasy.
"Jesus...fuck," David gasped. "This little cocksucker is gonna eat my cock right off!"
As he said the words, he felt his cum-load blast from his balls and pulsate up the underside of his prick. He heaved his entire weight forward and grabbed her by the hair of the head.
"Suck it, slut!" he barked. "Goddamn you...eat my fucking balls off!"
When the boiling wads of cum shot into the back of her throat, Susan felt her insides become a cauldron of releasing desires. She twisted her head around as if trying to screw her lips around the root of his prick. More hot explosions of jism showered her tonsils, oozed into her stomach. Another convulsion of tortured climax drilled into her pussy.
"Unh...suck...suck me dry," David groaned, hammering in the bulk of his cum. "Gargle on it, cocksucker . . . "
Even Susan's eager mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. Her throat and mouth were full to overflowing, and she couldn't gulp it down quickly enough. Oozing streams burned from the corner of her mouth, rolled over her chin. From there, they hung like greasy spider webs, swinging back and forth before attaching themselves to her tits.
"Aaaaghhhhhhh!" she spluttered, her orgasm reaching heights she hadn't thought possible. Perhaps being taken like this, being used and humiliated, had something to do with it. She didn't know. What she did know, however, was that this was a better feeling than she'd ever had, even better than with that truck driver! She groaned again, feeling her climax subside slowly, leaving her cunt hot and creamy.
"All...of it," David growled, punching in the final glob of cum. He held himself against her face, then pulled back. As his cock slipped from her mouth, then slapped upward, hitting his stomach, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her neck. "Yeah, you're a fine cocksucker," he said.
"My turn," Zeke said excitedly. "Can she suck me, Ma?"
"Don't be greedy, son," his mother said. "It's Caleb's turn."
"But Caleb might ruin her, like he did the last one," Zeke said.
"Hush up," his mother said. Then to Caleb she added, "You won't, will you son?"
Caleb only grinned.
The last one, Susan wondered . . .
As Caleb stood, she felt more frightened than ever before. He looked like Satan himself, with the blue-black hair, the dark, piercing eyes, the huge, muscular body.
"Come on, baby," he said, moving toward her. "I want you all to myself."
He picked her up, chair and all, and carried her toward the bedroom.
When the door closed, the sound was like the closing of the gates of hell.
CHAPTER FOUR
Caleb untied her, then threw her to the bed with such violence, she almost bounced off the other side. She clutched the sheets and tried to turn, but he was on top of her, grunting like an animal. He tore at her clothes, quickly pulling them away. When she was naked, he shucked out of his own clothes, while he held her down with his left hand.
"Don't," Susan cried out. "Please...don't!"
"Don't what?" he growled. "I haven't done anything...yet."
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she asked, feeling her flesh crawl.
"Fuck you, whore," he said. "Fuck the living daylights out of your sweet little ass-hole."
"No!" Susan cried out, flinching with horror. "God . . .no!"
She felt his massive cock against the back of her right thigh. And even without seeing it, she knew it must be a monster. His balls were hanging over her leg, and she felt them buzz like a hive of angry bees. His muscular body was covered with a thick mass of wiry hair.
"Ever had it in your ass?" he grunted, chewing his teeth into the back of her neck. "Huh, baby?"
Susan shook her head, unable to speak. Surely he wasn't planning on doing that! It would kill her!
Caleb struggled with her, then yanked her hands apart, tying her wrists to the headboard. He let his mouth slip down her back, then to her rounded ass. Quickly, he darted the tip of his tongue over her ass-hole, then yanked her legs apart like a wishbone. He grabbed the ropes at the foot of the bed and tied her ankles securely to the round, iron piping.
"Tied up like a pig," he panted, his eyes glinting with cruel pleasure. "And now, you pig, I'm gonna fuck you like a dog."
Although he was naked, she heard him fumbling with his jeans. She turned her head to one side and watched him, her eyes widening with terror. He was slipping the wide leather belt from the loops. And from the way his hands were shaking, it was more than obvious he was planning something horrible. She refused even to think about it.
"You like my cock?" he asked, walking over to the side of the bed. He had draped the leather belt over his prick, and the pulsations of his cock caused the buckle to jangle against his knee. "Tell me you like it, cocksucker."
Susan let her eyes move over his entire body. He looked like a Greek god, his muscular flesh forming hard, angular ribbons. His shoulders were almost a yard wide, tapering down to a waspish waist. His hips were extremely narrow, giving way to thick, column-like thighs and legs. His feet were large and well-shaped. The most outstanding thing about him, however, was the large slab of cock that jutted from masses of blue-black hair. His balls seemed to hang almost to his knees.
In spite of herself, she found her body aching with pleasure. Her throat and pussy constricted at the same time. Then her eyes took in the length of belt. What was he going to do with it?
In answer to her question, the man lifted the belt, letting his cock slap upward. He then placed the silver buckle in the palm of his right hand and wrapped about half of the belt around his fingers. He let the tip of it swing back and forth as he moved his hand over her ass.
"You didn't answer me, cocksucker," he said, his voice flinty. "I asked you if you liked my prick."
Susan spoke without thinking, without considering the consequences. But enough was enough. She had been molested, made to suck at the supper table, and now . . .
"I hate you, you filthy, goddamned jerk!" she spat. "And...and I wish you had that big cock of yours right up your own ass!"
Both Caleb and Susan were shocked with her words. Susan reacted first, biting her lower lip. Caleb smiled slowly, revealing even, white teeth.
"That was something a...bad girl would say," the man said, his voice husky with cruelty. "And bad girls have to be punished."
As if in slow motion, Susan saw him raise his right hand. The belt dangled like a writhing snake, whipping through the air. His muscles flexed, his prick bounced to one side. The leather shot downward, like a whip.
"Bad...girl!" he cried out, watching the leather slap into the taut flesh of her ass cheeks. He lifted his hand and hit her again. "Ohhh...bad...fucking...girl . . . "
Large, red welts formed on Susan's ass even before she screamed out. The sting of the pain had burst the air from her lungs, leaving her empty. She inhaled, wheezing in agony.
"Goddddddd!" she shrieked, buckling.
Caleb hit her again, leaving another long, red stripe. He then quickly knelt between her outstretched thighs and thrust his left hand under her body. He jabbed his middle finger inside her cunt and yanked her hips upward.
Susan froze with horror. It was going to happen now. Right now. He was going to stick that huge cock inside her ass-hole! The mere thought of that happening was even worse than the pain of the belt. Her mind seemed to explode, causing the room to darken, spin.
"Unhhhhhhh!" Caleb growled, plunging his cockhead into the delicate button of her ass. "Virgin...ass-hole!"
The next second seemed to last a lifetime. Susan became aware of every cell, each nerve in her body from the way they throbbed with separate and distinct spasms of torture. His prick seemed a mile long, as round as a baseball bat. Her guts crunched, swept aside to make room. And the end of his horrible prick seemed to be pulsating right between her tits.
She tried to scream again, but her lungs were empty of air. Her lips formed a shriek, her upper lip and forehead beaded with sweat. Then, when she thought she would pass out from the agony, a new thunder of pain shot into her body.
As Caleb ground the base of his cock savagely into her ass opening, he again smacked her ass with the belt.
"Bad...girl," he grunted. "Oh...good...bad...girl . . . "
Susan was bathed in liquid fire, but still unconsciousness evaded her. She lifted her head and turned to face him, to beg him to stop. When she saw the expression on his face, however, she knew it would be useless. This was probably only the beginning!
She buried her face in the sheets and prayed to die, to be released from this agony. Then, in the convulsions of pain, crept in a feeling she couldn't name. Certainly not pleasure, but not that horrible agony. It was almost a deadening effect, like a shot from the dentist.
Caleb hit her again. He then withdrew his prick and hammered inside with his full weight. The leather strap slapped back down.
Susan felt the pressure, but not the pain. And in a way, it felt like cloth, instead of leather. She heard a female voice, like someone doing a bad imitation of her own voice.
"Beat me...fuck me," the words echoed off the walls. Suddenly, she realized she had said those words herself! Impossible!
Her lungs exploded again. "Fuck me, you big, goddamned bull," she gasped.
Pain evaporated like drops of water on a hot sidewalk. The sensations became dead, then fluttered to life, surging her insides with pleasure. His cock was no longer an instrument of torture, but of ecstasy. It tore at her membranes, but where she was raw, the nerves tingled deliciously. She moved her ass around, tightened the muscles of her ass-hole. She felt part of the flesh from his balls crawl between the puckered lips. The wiry hairs bit into her slick skin.
"Hard!" she begged. "Fuck me...fuck me to death!"
It was more than obvious from Caleb's expression that he was stunned with her reaction. The last one he'd fucked like this had fainted on him. But he hadn't cared. All he wanted was to jam his cum right up to her brains.
"You...whore!" he spat, his eyes glinting with savage intensity. "You...slut...cum-sucking...fucking...whore!"
"Yes, I'm a whore," Susan cried. "I'm your whore. I'm anything you want me to be. Just give it to me, you big stud. Fuck me. Your...cock...mmmmmmm, your big, hard cock!"
Caleb threw the belt across the room and grabbed her thighs with both hands. He then jerked her violently apart until her knees almost reached her armpits. The only thing that kept it from happening was the tautness of the ropes. Where they attached to her ankles, the flesh burned white.
"You want a good...ass...fucking," he growled, "well, by God, baby, I'll fuck you good."
Susan writhed wildly beneath him. All pain was a dull memory. Pleasure flushed into her guts like a tidal wave. Both her ass-hole and cunt were constricted with convulsions of raw climax.
"Harder," she begged, chewing the sheets as if the cool material was a part of him. "Fuck me, you bastard. Give it to me...as hard as you can . . . "
Caleb banged into her body with full force. His ass became a hairy, fleshy blur. Every muscle in his body was flexed so tight, they seemed to be ready to snap. His face was contorted in furious ecstasy. His chest was heaving as if he'd run ten miles.
"Fuck it, you cum-eating slut," he gasped, digging his long, meaty fingers into the flesh of her thighs. "Eat my big prick right up to your brains."
Susan worked with him, gulping on his prick with her spasming ass muscles, milking him of his cum-load. His prick was wonderful, but nothing would satisfy her like a milky lump of boiling jism.
"Poke me full of cream," she gasped, arching her back. "Give me...gallons and gallons to fuck inside me."
Although Caleb wanted to stop, to find some other way to torture her, to break her, he lost all control. His brains seemed to be in his balls, boiling with lust.
"Now...God, baby...now," he yelled, his face flushing. "Gonna...blow you to pieces . . . "
Again what happened seemed to take place in slow motion for Susan. The throbs of his cock grew, subsided, quickened, slowed once more. Taking a fantastic eternity, they swept up from the base of his cock, inched along her clutching membranes, gathered in his cockhead.
Suddenly, the end of his prick exploded, spitting out a massive splash of molten cum. The lava-like liquid seared into her insides, ate into her flesh like hot acid. Another glob burst from his cockhead, pushing the first load further back.
"Unhhhhhhh," Caleb gasped, plowing forward with his full strength. "Take it, cocksucker," he wheezed, throwing his head back.
"Yes, yes, yes," Susan yelled over and over. She couldn't seem to get enough. There wasn't enough cum in the whole world to please her. She suddenly wished every man who ever lived could jack-off over her body, flood her in a river of hot, sticky jism. "Yesssssss!" she hissed thiough clenched teeth, her orgasm bursting across the border of pleasure, entering the boundary of pain.
"Every...drop," Caleb whispered, fucking in the last of his load. He released her thighs and ran his large hands up the silky texture of her back. He then clutched her shoulders and fell over her body. "Mmmmm...sweet ass," he murmured, brushing his lips over the back of her neck.
"Don't stop," Susan murmured, her body still aching for the pressure of his cock. She squirmed beneath him, shivered as his huge, hulking frame engulfed her. "Fuck me some more. Do it...all night."
"Jesus," Caleb said, exhaling loudly. "Ma picked a good one this time."
Reality came back to Susan like a slap in the face. Did his mother go out and find girls, tie them up and then let her sons take them? Obviously.
But why? They were all good-looking enough to find their own women. And they certainly weren't lazy. It was apparent they were hard workers from their massive, muscular builds, their tanned skin.
"What happened to the...others?" Susan dared.
"I don't think you want to know," Caleb answered, his tone cruel, mocking.
What had happened to the others? When they were finished with them, did they . . . ?
The wide-open spaces of west Texas hid the bodies of Indians, settlers, and . . .
Susan swallowed hard. No one in the entire world knew where she was at this moment. The only way anyone would even have a clue, would be her car. She suddenly prayed for someone to find it, to report it to the police.
She had to be found before . . .
The door burst open suddenly.
"Awful quiet in here," the woman's voice rang out. "You didn't do anything to her, did you Caleb?"
"She's fine, Ma," Caleb said, irritation in his voice.
As if unsure of his statement, the woman walked around the bed and looked down at Susan's sweaty face.
"Please...let me go," Susan said to the woman.
"Aw, she's just fine," the woman laughed. "But I gotta check on Caleb once in a while," she added. "He's a mean 'un, all right."
The raw pain in Susan's ass-hole certainly attested to that fact! And the bruises from the belt now ached. His massive weight made breathing hard.
She closed her eyes, feeling lost.
Lost in a labyrinth of cruel insanity.
"Come on, Ma, leave us alone," Caleb said. "I'm not finished yet."
"That's my boy," his mother said, stroking his wide shoulders. "Now mind me, I'll be listening. Don't you hurt her."
"I won't," the man said.
After she left, Caleb nuzzled his face against the side of Susan's neck. He stroked the silky masses of blonde hair and licked the tip of his tongue under her chin.
"Ma's afraid I'm going to hurt you," he whispered. "Now isn't that the silliest thing you ever heard?"
"You...you're not, are you?" Susan said, her voice quivering with terror.
Caleb laughed, but the expression in his eyes was dead, vampire-like.
Susan lay beneath him, her body tensing. It seemed as if something was building inside the man's body. The feeling engulfed her, making the hairs on the back of her neck tingle.
"Please don't hurt me," she said, her voice small.
Again, Caleb laughed.
Moments later, he untied her, then turned her to her stomach. He attached the ropes again, pulling her legs and arms toward the corners of the bed until her joints ached. He reached over to the side of the bed and grabbed one of his dirty, sweaty socks.
"Wouldn't want Ma to think I was hurting you," he said, stuffing the sock into her mouth. "This'll keep you from yelling too loud."
"Mmmmmmfffff!" Susan shrieked, but knew her voice didn't even carry across the room.
"Now," Caleb said, looking about the room. "Let's do some real fucking."
Susan suddenly felt as if she were in hell with the Devil himself.
CHAPTER FIVE
Susan felt terror rip into her guts like a knife. She struggled wildly against the ropes at her wrists and ankles, feeling the rough hemp tear into her flesh. The taste of the man's dirty sock caused the back of her throat to rumble with vomit. She screamed, but her voice was barely audible.
Caleb leaned over her body, dragging the tip of his swollen cock over her silky thighs. When it nestled in the glistening patch of cunt hair, he squirmed his ass around, working the monstrous ball just inside her cunt.
"Shit," he grunted, "this is gonna be just...fine."
Susan gurgled on her own spit, feeling her revulsion become all-consuming. Even the delicate ripples of pleasure that swept around her opening didn't counteract her revulsion. She would have gladly sold her soul to see this horrible man strangled with a piano wire.
Caleb saw the look in her eye and laughed. If anything, her fear and loathing made his lust more pronounced. He stabbed forward with his hips, sinking in about four inches of his massive cockshaft.
"Don't worry none, baby," he growled, moving his fingers through her silky hair, "you're gonna enjoy this." He then kissed her cheek very gently. "Ohhhhh...but you're gonna pay for it," he added.
Although Susan didn't know what he meant, she felt a shiver of cold terror. If the man's mother didn't trust him, what was he capable of doing?
"Yes...all the way," Caleb grunted, thrusting in another four inches of his prick. He moved his ass around, withdrew slowly, then plunged back inside. His black hairs and her blonde fuzz meshed together. "like...it?" he murmured, scraping his teeth over the smooth flesh of her cheek.
Susan shook her head back and forth, more of an answer to the cravings of her own body than to his question. It was good. Too good. How could she allow this to happen? Suddenly, she missed her husband more than ever, missed those gentle moves.
While the man fucked her with growing speed, she suddenly heard the clinking of metal. He had dropped his right hand over the side of the bed and was pulling something from underneath, a box perhaps.
"You're gonna scream, whore," Caleb said, lifting a pair of pliers. "Oh...yes, are you gonna scream."
When Susan saw the serrated jaws of the tool, she thought she would choke to death. She flinched with growing horror, already realizing what he planned on doing. Still her mind recoiled, refusing to believe.
The touch of cold metal against her right tit caused her to freeze, her flesh to crawl. The tiny pincers engulfed her nipple like the jaws of some lethal animal.
"See how you like this," Caleb said, his voice husky with lust. He kissed to her left tit and sucked the pink nipple between his teeth. Then, as his lips clamped firmly around the jutting flesh, he squeezed the handles of the pliers.
"Aaaaghhhhh!" Susan screamed, feeling as if the top of her head would blow off.
Half her body was warm with pleasure, the other half on fire with pain. The two sensations seemed to crash together at her middle, almost splitting her in two. She jerked her hands up with such force, her fingers turned purple. The knot at her left wrist seemed to slip slightly.
"Sweet tit," Caleb gurgled, lapping his tongue over her left breast like a starving animal. "Mmmmm, and nice, hot pussy to fuck . . . "
He increased the pressure of the pliers a little at a time, until finally, the small nipple seemed to disappear. His ass was working up and down quickly, their crotches slapping together noisily.
Although Susan's body was nearly paralyzed with the burning pain at her tit, she managed to use her last ounce of strength to free her right hand. When her fingers slipped through the loop of rope, she exhaled loudly.
"Move with me, slut," Caleb said. "The faster you move, the less Til hurt you."
You lying bastard, Susan thought. Still, she did as he asked, for fear that he would do something even more horrible. She lifted her hips, then fell back. Suddenly, her left side was flooded with relief. He had loosened the grip slightly. She jerked her hips up again, this time harder, held herself there, then relaxed. Again, he decreased the pressure.
"See what I mean?" Caleb said. "Now you just keep fucking like the whore pig you are, baby."
Susan was trying to think, but found it more and more difficult. So she had one hand free, what good was it? She looked out the corner of her eye trying to find some sort of weapon. The closest thing was an ashtray on the night stand. She might be able to reach it, but not now. Perhaps when he climaxed, his attention would be diverted momentarily from her movement . . .
"Faster, baby," Caleb said. "Come on, move that sweet little ass."
Susan jabbed her hips up and down until she thought she would faint from exhaustion. Only a matter of seconds and she would have her revenge. Already she could feel the base of his cock throb with a thick cum-load.
Suddenly, Caleb removed the pliers from her left tit and pinched the jaws down on her right tit. As he did, he licked across her chest and took the bruised nipple between his lips.
Susan screamed out again, wondering how it was possible that anything could feel so good, so horrible at the same time. The ring of muscles at her cunt opening tightened involuntarily. And as they did, a delicate flutter of pleasure raced inside her pussy. His cock became bathed in hugging, sucking warmth, and she could almost see the massive slab, the way it molded into her membranes.
"Jesus...fuck!" Caleb gurgled, closing the jaws of the pliers tightly. At the same time, he bit into her nipple savagely. "Faster," he commanded. "Fuck real fast, whore."
With each stroke of his gigantic cock, Susan felt her own ecstasy build. Pain melted to pleasure. And even though her nipples were throbbing, it felt delicious. She tried to ignore the sensations, to concentrate on reaching the ashtray.
His cock seemed like a jackhammer, digging savagely in and out of her swollen pussy. His mouth and rough hands caused her body to shudder with unbelievable pleasure. Suddenly, her cunt was pulsating, sucking furiously on his expanding cock.
"Unhhhhhhh," she groaned, writhing and bucking beneath him.
"Fuck it," Caleb grunted. "I gotta bunch of hot cum . . .just aching to pump in your guts . . . "
Any second, Susan thought. He would blast his jism into her pussy, and then she would reach out and . . .
She screamed out involuntarily as her climax thundered explosively inside her cunt. Every square inch of her greasy membranes seemed to be on fire. His prick seemed to be eating into her flesh like a hot poker.
"Shit...fuck...Unhhhhh!" Caleb gasped, feeling his balls swell, then recede slightly in his body. The first spitting globs of cum boiled into the base of his shaft. Suddenly, the flaming juices burst upward. "Fuck it...now!" he barked, every muscle in his body tight, glistening with sweat.
When the first thick glob of jism poured into her cunt, Susan knew this was the moment she had been waiting for. She lifted her hand, then squirmed slightly sideways. Her fingernails brushed over the edge of the ashtray.
Now, her mind screamed.
Her body exploded with such warmth, she was hardly even aware of what happened next. She only came to her senses when she heard her own scream, felt the hard flesh of his ass against her palm.
She had spit out the dirty Sock with an explosion of air from her lungs and grabbed his ass, instead of the ashtray.
"Fuckkkkkk!" she shrieked, digging her fingers into his ass-hole. "Faster! Harder...God, poke my pussy...full!"
"You little...bitch," Caleb grunted, feeling her hand against his ass. "How'd...you get loose?"
Susan felt a sense of shame, but it still was overshadowed by her climaxing pleasures. She had given up her chance to escape, choosing rather to drive her hand against his ass!
"Fuck me," she begged, thrusting her hips up so hard she thought her spine would crack. "Give it to me. Fuck me as hard as you can . . . "
Caleb threw the pliers off the bed and bit down on her mouth like a snake. Then, as he rammed his tongue in and out, he planted the bulk of his cum-load deeply into her cunt.
As Susan's body buckled with ultimate, raw ecstasy, she didn't care what had happened. The idea of destroying this pleasure by hitting the man was only a vague, fuzzy memory. Nothing mattered but the thundering waves of orgasm that swept in and out of her pussy. At last, her climax peaked violently, leaving her spent.
When she fell back, limp with exhaustion, Caleb ground the last of his cum into her pussy, then crushed his full weight into her cunt. He gave a low, growling groan of satisfaction, then kissed across her cheek to her right ear.
"Best...little piece of ass I've ever had," he gasped. "Shit, whore, I didn't know you had it in you."
As Susan's pleasures subsided to a dull throb, she felt instantly sorry that she hadn't crushed this animal's skull. She had given her freedom up for what?
The best climax she'd ever had, she answered. It had taken her to heights she hadn't thought possible. She trembled, hating herself more than ever.
"Ready to go again?" Caleb asked, lifting his face and giving her a wide grin.
"No," Susan said, spitting the word out like a spoiled clam. "I'm...not. I...I hate you, you big bastard!"
"You have a nasty mouth, you know that, lady?" Caleb said, a cruel glint in his eye. "Guess I'm gonna have to shut it up again."
"I hope you rot in hell," Susan said, her hatred almost out of control. "I hope you . . . "
"And I hope you like the taste of cum," Caleb interrupted, crawling up on her body, "because I'm gonna shut that little mouth with a whole lot of big cock."
Susan opened her mouth to object, to hurl another insult at the man, but her throat was suddenly filled with hard, throbbing prick. The wiry hairs that surrounded the thick base scraped her upper lip, tickled the insides of her nostrils.
Caleb nuzzled his knees into her armpits and held the back of her head with both hands. He then jerked her forward, causing her nose to stab into the muscles of his stomach. His balls dangled over her chin, touching the hollow of her throat.
"Suck, cocksucker," he growled. "Eat my prick all the way in."
The taste of her own pussy and the acrid aroma of his cock caused the back of her throat to twitch. She closed her eyes and let the tip of her tongue explore the rubbery texture of his prick, to savor the male flavor. Her cunt began buzzing again, fluttering with ecstasy.
"Milk me," Caleb ordered, grabbing her free hand and ramming it between his massive thighs. "Hold onto my balls and squeeze out some more cum."
When Susan felt the hairy texture of his balls, she jerked as if an electric jolt had hit her. Carefully, she began fingering the thick, round masses of flesh, separated them, rolled them over her throat.
"Mmmmmm," she heard herself murmur.
"Pull on them, baby," Caleb grunted as he withdrew his prick slowly, then plunged back inside her mouth. "Ah, that's the way."
Susan's throat was constricted with hunger. This was the big, hard cock that had given her cunt so much ecstasy. She locked her lips firmly around the prick until her jaws ached. She moaned out again, twisting her head around, as if screwing her face into his cock.
"That's the way, cocksucker," Caleb whispered, pumping his ass back and forth. "Shit, yes, all the way in like that."
As Susan sucked more greedily on his cock, she squeezed and kneaded his balls. A few moments later, she felt the giant, hairy balls vibrate. His cum was swelling then, gathering for another hot blast. The mere idea of sucking Out his wad caused her insides to melt.
"Lick me all over," Caleb said, pulling upward. His cock came out of her mouth and slapped his stomach. He then squirmed over her face, rolling his balls against her cheeks and nose. "My...ass-hole, too," he added, thrusting his ass down on her face.
Susan was only too happy to oblige. She began darting her tongue all over his ass-hole, up and down his balls. And each time her spit rolled into the back of her throat, she was inflamed with greater hunger.
"I...I love this," she gurgled, biting into his ass-hole and thrusting her tongue upward. "Mmmmmm, let me lick you and...and...eat you up."
Caleb wiggled over her face for a long while, then moved back down. He held his prick against her lips with one hand and stabbed forward.
"I'm ready to blow it, baby," he said quickly. "Now you eat good and I'll be good to you."
Susan sucked like she never had before. Not because he commanded her to, but because she wanted to. His prick was like some sort of god, her mouth bowing before it. The room filled with smacking sounds.
"Unhhhhh...fuck," Caleb whispered, then reached over the side of the bed. He grabbed the end of his belt and raised it to waist height. "Hey, baby, see this," he said, swinging the leather back and forth.
Susan's eyes widened with new terror. Why couldn't he just let her suck him? She wanted pleasure, not pain. She didn't want the sting of that belt again . . .
Or did she?
Anticipation of the biting pain filled her with animal-like lust and hunger. Then almost immediately, her cunt spasmed with massive ripples of anguished release.
"Mmmmmmffffff!" she choked, her back arching.
As her climax peaked, Caleb brought the belt down on her middle, popping the tip of it against her pulsating clit.
"Suck, bitch!" Caleb grunted, again hitting her with the belt. "The better you suck, the easier I'll go on you."
Susan gobbled up and down his prick for all she was worth. And soon the hungry intensity of her throat completely blocked out most of the pain of the belt. She never knew it was possible for such agonized pleasure to exist. She experienced another hot flash of climax, causing her cunt to spit some of his cum from her insides. As the fluid soaked the insides of her thighs, she squirmed around. The juices rolled into the crack of her ass.
As she screamed out again, she squeezed his balls hard, her desperate need for his cum written in her eyes. A couple of seconds later, she felt the base of his cock explode. Immediately, the back of her mouth was showered with creamy warmth.
"Aaaghhhhh," she spluttered, feeling the boiling lumps of jism slosh between her teeth, under her tongue.
"Eat it, cocksucker," Caleb grunted. He dropped the belt and grabbed her by the hair of the head. He then began slamming her face savagely in and out of his crotch. "All of it," he gasped. "Every...fucking...hot drop . . . "
Susan's mind was lost in pure, total release. One delicious climax after another burst in her body, inflaming each cell. Soon she was in a constant state of frenzied excitement.
"More, more, more," she gurgled, lapping down the wads of jism. "Gallons . . d rivers . . . "
At last, Caleb drove the final glob of cum into her throat and fell against her face. He moved his ass around for a few minutes, then let his body go limp.
"Hot...cocksucking...mouth," he whispered, his face against the headboard.
Later, when he pulled away from her and sat on the side of the bed, Susan heard a car drive up. She turned to one side and looked out the window, hoping against hope it would be someone who could release her.
It was her car!
And behind the wheel, a uniformed policeman!
"Help!" she screamed as loudly as possible.
Thank God, he had heard her. He looked at the window.
"Help!" she screamed again.
Instantly, the door opened and the woman ran into the room.
"Caleb," she said, her tone brittle, "I told you not to hurt her."
"I didn't. Much," Caleb grinned. "She's yelling about something else." He pointed toward the window. "About that."
"Yes, that," Susan said, her voice filled with triumph. "That cop heard me, and he's going to take you all to jail where you belong."
Their laughter was worse than any terror she had ever known.
CHAPTER SIX
The policeman walked into the bedroom, looked at Susan, then smiled.
"Hello, Ma," he said, kissing his mother's forehead. "So this is the girl."
"You...?" Susan began, the words freezing in her throat.
"This is my boy," the woman said proudly. "Isn't he a fine figure of a man in this uniform?"
The last of Susan's hope melted. She was trapped here, possibly forever.
"Caleb didn't rough her up any, did he?" the policeman said, shooting his brother a quick look.
"Aw, John, you know me better than that," Caleb said.
"Yeah, I know you all right," John said.
"Well, Caleb, let John stay with her a little while," the woman said. "We have to slop the hogs."
After Caleb gathered up his clothes and followed his mother out of the room, Susan devoted her full attention to the man who stood at the foot of the bed. The way he was looking at her with those cold, blue eyes caused her to shiver. She placed her right hand-the free one-against the glistening patch of cunt hair.
"Don't...hurt me," she whispered. The uniform made him appear even more brutal than he ordinarily would have looked.
"Why, baby, I'm not going to hurt you," he said, almost tenderly. "I'm gonna make you feel so good."
Susan watched as he began undressing. He was the tallest of the men, his body more muscular. His hair was dark brown with just a hint of red. His chest was sculptured, covered with tiny, red-gold hairs. The most outstanding feature, however, was the thick monster cock that hung limply between his meaty thighs. It was longer, bigger than anything she could imagine, and it was on soft. Only God knew how huge it would be when hard!
"Ma said you were a looker," he said, nearing the side of the bed, "but she didn't say you were anything like this."
He sat down and touched the back of her hand, his eyes on her swollen, bruised tits. His lips parted slightly, the tip of his tongue peeked from one side.
"Want me to untie you?" he asked.
Of course! What a stupid, ridiculous question!
"No," Susan heard herself say. "I mean...I, uh, I...well, I don't know what I mean."
The man laughed, revealing a set of fine, even, white teeth. He then stroked her tits, letting his nails barely brush over the rubbery, pink nipples.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "Promise."
Susan had never been so confused in her life. Here was her chance to be untied, and she had refused it! And why? Even as she asked herself the question, she already knew the answer.
She wanted to know what it would be like to have that huge, monstrous frame over her body, to feel that gigantic cock slapping in and out of her pussy. She wanted to be taken, taken by this young, good-looking giant.
"Oh!" she gasped, looking at his crotch. His prick was throbbing, crawling up his belly like a puff snake, swelling. "It's so...big!"
"You like big cocks?" John asked.
"I...I like yours," Susan said. "Yes, untie me," she added quickly. "I...I want to suck you."
Susan couldn't believe she had actually uttered those words. What was she turning into? She was getting as crazy as these people!
John shrugged his massive shoulders and began untying her. And for such large hands, they were unbelievably deft and agile. Susan was barely aware of it when she was free.
"OK, baby," he whispered, lying beside her. "Do your stuff."
Susan just looked at him for a long while, memorizing the hard angles, taking in the fantastic beauty of his cock. At last, she crawled between his legs and lowered her face to his crotch. Even before her lips touched the underside of his prick, she knew it would taste wonderful. She closed her eyes and inhaled the heady aroma of his body.
"Can I suck you...all over?" she whispered, touching the thick, meaty shaft. "Every...inch?"
"Go ahead," John said, spreading his legs a little wider. "Just take it slow. I want to really enjoy you."
Susan wondered for a moment why she was acting this way, so resigned, so peaceful. Perhaps it was because all hope was gone. She would simply have to flow with the events, make the best of a horrible situation.
Well, not that horrible, she reflected.
His cock was perfect. Covered with thick, snake-like veins, with a mass of foreskin that half-covered a purplish, silky head. The base was bigger than her wrist, matted with dark-red hairs. His balls looked like monstrous plums.
She touched the tip of her tongue to his shaft and felt an electric-like jolt of pleasure shoot into the back of her throat. It took all her strength to hold back, to keep from gulping it down, eating it wildly. No, she mused, that would have to wait. It would be the last thing she would do. First, she wanted to run her mouth over his hard, muscular body, to savor every square inch.
She kissed into the hairs at the sides of his cock, then licked upward, over his muscle-rippled stomach. She darted her tongue in and out of his belly button, leaving it glistening with spit before moving toward his tiny, brown nipples.
John flinched with pleasure when he felt her nipples rub over the tops of his thighs. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, to the softness of her neck.
"I changed my mind," he whispered. "Suck me now. Shit I've got a hard-on you wouldn't fucking believe."
"Mmmmmm, I believe it," Susan said huskily, touching the underside of his prick. "But let me do it...my way," she added, licking her tongue over his chest.
"Oh...Fuck," the man said, closing his eyes. "I...I just hope I can hold out. I'd hate to blow my wad right on my stomach."
"Oh . . .no," Susan murmured softly. "I want your hot cream right in my mouth."
She kissed from his shoulders to the hollow of his throat. Then after leaving his muscular flesh wet with her spit, she nibbled across his shoulders. She sucked and chewed down both muscular arms, across his elbows, to his wrists and hands. She took each finger and moved her lips over them as if they were ten, small cocks.
She sat back on her haunches, the look of burning lust turning her eyes an even greener shade. Her lips were parted hungrily, her hands shaking with anticipation. She closed her eyes and inhaled, still able to smell the musky odor of his underarms.
"Now?" John asked, reaching for her dangling tits. "You gonna...?"
"I want to lick...all of you," Susan interrupted, lowering her face to his balls.
Gently, she licked the tip of her tongue over the hairy surfaces, then kissed the insides of his thighs. Slowly, she worked her way down one leg, to his feet, then moved back up the other. She chewed and nibbled on his toes, across his arches, pulled the wiry hairs on his calves between her teeth. Soon, her forehead touched his balls and she spread his legs wider, bent his knees.
"I want to eat out your ass-hole," she murmured, nuzzling her nose into the crack of his ass.
"Oh...shit, baby," the policeman grunted, lifting his lower body to give her a better angle, "I...I don't know how much more of this I can take . . . "
"Oh, I can take it for hours and hours," Susan whispered, darting the tip of her tongue into his acrid-smelling ass-hole. "Mmmmmmm," she gurgled, biting into the greasy membranes.
The man flinched wildly, feeling his balls throb as if they were on fire. He tightened the muscles at the base to hold back the warm assault, but it only made it worse. A slight twitch made him realize that his cum-load was already boiling into the root of his prick.
"I'm...going," he gasped, grabbing her head. "Fuck, baby, I...I...unhhhh!"
Susan opened her mouth to receive his jism, but she was too late for the first, spitting glob. It hit her between the eyes, then rolled to the top of her nose where it hung like a greasy spider web. She clamped her lips around his throbbing cockhead, however, catching the second quick splatter of molten juice.
"Ooooommmmm," Susan gurgled, lapping the cream into the back of her throat. As the heat from his orgasm burned the edges of her tongue, she felt her own climax build dramatically. She cried out again, her air and his cum mixing, rattling into her stomach.
"Suck," John grunted, punching his cock in and out of her mouth. "God...fucking...damn...suck!"
Susan gobbled furiously, but even her hungry mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. When the bulk of his load burst inside her mouth, it seemed to explode, sending a rich stream of liquid upward. Seconds later, as cum oozed down her throat, twin, silvery streams of jism shot from her nostrils.
"Aaaaghhhh," she choked, her climax showering her pussy with fantastic spasms. She rocked her body back and forth, burrowed furiously into his prick. More cum bolted from his cockhead, poured over her tonsils.
"Eat it, cocksucker," John said, turning to one side, holding the back of her head with both hands. "Oh...fucking Christ...every goddamned drop."
He flipped her to her back suddenly and crawled over her body. As he leaned over her face, he began humping wildly, digging his squirting cock in and out of her eager mouth. Finally, the last of his load blew from his cum-hole, leaving him exhausted, deliciously spent. He squirmed his ass around, then pressed his full weight into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Susan groaned, experiencing another quick explosion of climax. She dug her nails into his ass and pushed him harder against her face. Another muffled moan of pleasure escaped her lips, sending a shower of cum into his cock hairs.
After she had licked him dry and cleaned up the stray globs of cum on his balls, she wiggled from beneath his body. Instead of being satisfied, she was left aching for more. She pulled at his body, raking her nails over his muscular flesh.
"Roll over," she begged. "I...I want you!"
"Hmmmmmm?" the man said, as if awakening. "Now what do you want, baby?" he asked.
"I want to ride that big cock," Susan gasped. "I'm gonna ride it until it falls off."
She no longer cared if she were a prisoner. Not with this big bull around to fuck her. Any pain she had to go through, any humiliation she had to suffer was worth it.
Her cunt began itching like it never had before.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Susan's body, shuddered with ecstasy when she felt the monstrous cock slip into her cunt. As she slowly sat down on the full length of it, she moved her fingers over the man's hard, muscular chest.
"Ohhhh...that's good," she gasped, squirming her ass around. "Your cock is so...big and...hard."
John half-sat and thrust his face between her large, silky tits. As his lips covered the satiny flesh, he felt the nipples throb like two, tiny clits. Her insides were warm and sucking, engulfing his cock with steamy pressure.
"You always get this excited when you fuck?" he asked, feeling her heartbeat against his lips.
"Only...when I get a prick this wonderful," Susan murmured, stroking his shoulders. "Mmmmmm, now fuck me with it. Hard. As hard as you can."
John grasped her thighs and dug his long fingers into the yielding flesh. Slowly, he began lifting and lowering her body. Each time she came down, he jerked upward. Soon, the room echoed with the smacking sounds of their crotches slapping together.
"Take it, you little whore," he panted, chewing more hungrily on her tits. "Take it all the way in and fuck my cock up to your cum-hungry brains."
"Yes...yes...God, yes!" Susan cried out. Already her insides were boiling, ready to explode. She began bouncing up and down furiously, each stroke of his prick sending her to new heights of ecstasy. "Fuck...fuck me...to pieces!" she begged, raking her nails up and down his bulging biceps.
"Goddamn...so fucking hot and tight," John grunted. His urges were so intense he thought his balls would burst. "God, baby, go faster...as fast as you can."
Susan worked on his cock like it was the last one on earth. And each time it dug into her slippery membranes, the itch for more became even wilder. She shook her upper body back and forth, sliding her tits over his open mouth, tore into his flesh with her nails, leaving long, red welts on his arms.
"Fuck...I...I'm there," John said suddenly, feeling his jism boil from his balls, streak up the center of his cockshaft. "I...I...Unhhhhhh!"
When Susan felt her cunt opening expand under the pulsations of his climax, her own orgasm exploded savagely. She froze for a second, then began lunging up and down with her full strength. The second quick thrust brought the first of his milky cum deeply into her guts.
"Aieeeeeee!" she shrieked, her pleasure peaking, bursting. "Fuck...fuck...fuckkkkkk meeeeeee!"
As her ecstasy reached full force, and more of his creamy jism shot into her pussy, she wrapped her arms tightly about the man's neck, and crushed his face to her tits.
John heaved upward, emptying the rest of his jism into her cunt, then fell limp, pulling her down on his body. He gasped loudly against her tits, lapped at the rubbery, pink nipples.
"Unh...don't stop," Susan begged. Her climax was still ripping in and out of her cunt, inflaming her with more savage desire. His prick was an object of worship. "Keep...fucking me," she groaned. "God, don't ever stop."
She bucked and writhed, squeezing out the last ounce of pleasure, then fell forward. She ran her feet up and down his legs, humped over his middle, kissed his shoulders and the side of his neck. Finally, with the last pang of ecstasy melting, she fell limp.
"M mm mm mm mm mm, that was good," she murmured. "The best fuck I've ever had. Probably ever will have."
As she said the words, she was again taken with the strangeness of the situation. She was praising this man she didn't even know! Even thanking him for violating her!
"I wish I could understand what is happening," she said aloud. "What's happening...to me."
"Hmmmmm?" John asked, in the delicious reverie of pleasures spent. "You say something?"
"Uh...oh, nothing," Susan said, again thinking of his huge cock. "Just your big prick, that's all," she added, giggling.
"You mean you want it again?" John asked, amazed.
"Sure do," she said, running her fingers up and down his arms. "This time I want you to screw me in the ass."
John licked his lips with anticipation, feeling his energies return quickly. He rolled her over onto her back and withdrew his cock, then aimed it lower.
"Wait," Susan said. "Tie me up first. I...I like to be taken that way."
"Wow, you are one in a million, aren't you?" the man said, a big grin on his face.
"Mmmmmm, I just know what I want," she replied, grasping his cock and pulling the loose foreskin over the thick ball. "And...and I really want this," she whispered, her voice a throaty purr.
John positioned her on her stomach, then attached the ropes to her wrists and ankles. He pulled them taut, then knelt between her legs. For a long while he just looked at her, his gaze taking in the perfect figure, the soft, rounded ass cheeks, the delicate pussy. He touched the silky texture of her skin, then pulled her ass open, revealing thetiny, puckered ass-hole.
"This might hurt," he said, nuzzling his prick into the narrow crevice.
"I...I want it to," Susan said, shivering with anticipation. Being fucked in the rear by this giant would be wonderful, making her aware of every hard inch of his cock. "Tear me apart," she urged. "Fuck me as hard as you can."
"OK, baby, you asked for it," John said, stabbing the tip of his cock inside her ass opening. He paused for a fraction of a second, then slammed the rest of his prick inside. "Unhhhhh!" he cried out, falling forward.
When Susan felt the entire slab of hot cock grind into her guts, then his warm mouth on the back of her neck, she felt an immediate spasm of raw pleasure and delicious pain. The two sensations seemed to intertwine like mating snakes, causing her back to arch.
"Yesssssss," she hissed softly, throwing her head to one side. "That's...it...just...unhhhh . . .just like that . . . "
While she moaned and her body jerked with growing ecstasy, John began slipping his prick in and out of her tightly constricted ass-hole. And although he had just blown his wad, he felt another about to rumble from his balls. He bared his teeth and bit into her neck like a vampire, swirling his tongue over her soft skin.
"God, baby, I wish you knew how good this feels," he murmured. "Shit, it's almost as good as your little pussy."
Susan began moving with him, flexing her muscles around his probing cock. And within a matter of seconds, she could feel her orgasm begin to flutter, clutch her insides like fingers. She opened her mouth and gave a long, silent scream, her face contorting in what looked like pure agony.
"Hard!" she finally spluttered. "God, tear me apart, you big bastard!"
The expression in John's eyes became lust-crazed. He slowly raised himself, then grabbed her around the waist. He yanked her body upward and at the same time plunged his cock forward. The force of his move was so hard, his balls slapped forward and hung in her sticky, oozing patch of cunt hair.
"Oh...fuck!" he barked, kicking her legs further apart with his knees. "Take it, you cocksucking bitch! Screw it right up...here. Fuck...here!"
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Susan gasped. Her orgasm filled her insides with delicious warmth, etching her fluttering membranes. Suddenly, her ecstasy seemed to explode, causing her to flinch. She yanked against the ropes until the hemp bit into her skin. "Fuckkkkk!" she wailed.
The power of her climax practically yanked the cum from John's balls. He tried desperately to hold back, but it was useless. The fiery liquid burst up the center of his cockshaft and shot noisily into her ass-hole.
"Fuck it, whore!" he spat, hammering violently in and out. "Screw in every goddamned drop!"
Susan's pleasure intensified when the splattering cream melted into her insides. Then when her ass was full to overflowing, she flexed her muscles, sending a stream of silvery fluid from her opening. As the liquid burned the insides of her thighs, then dripped toward her cunt, she threw her head back and screamed like she was on fire.
They humped and bucked like animals, almost as if spitting the same orgasm back and forth. Finally, John slammed into her ass a last time, then fell over her body.
"God...you could get cum out of a crowbar," he gasped, kissing the back of her neck. "I've never blown that quick in my life."
Susan was only vaguely aware of his words. Nothing seemed to matter except the delicious feel of his prick embedded inside her, the way it throbbed her walls apart. And although he had fucked her in the ass, her pussy had exploded more times than she could remember.
She suddenly wondered what it would be like to have two cocks at the same time. One grinding away in her ass-hole, while the other one fucked her pussy.
Or three cocks!
While they were screwing her, she'd love to suck one dry. She licked her lips, trying to imagine what it would be like. Probably better on paper, she laughed to herself. God, all that big cock would probably ruin her.
A sense of uneasiness came over her. Ruin her? Who had said that? Had it been Caleb?
"Is...Caleb as mean as he seems?" she asked quietly. "I mean, is he . . . "
"Meaner," John chuckled. "Just don't ever be alone with that sonofabitch."
Susan was about to say something else when he moved off her body. She turned her head quickly and looked at him.
"You're not going to stop, are you?" she asked.
"Have to," he smiled. "But I'll be back a little later."
"But I want you," Susan said, feeling ridiculous. "That is . . . "
"Duty calls," John said, reaching for his uniform. "But something tells me we'll be spending a lot of time together. Ma will see to that."
Reality slowly crept back, chilling her.
"Could you untie me?" she asked.
"Are you kidding?" John said, a slight edge in his voice that Susan didn't like.
He didn't say anything else, didn't even give her a second glance as he left the room.
Susan lay there wondering what would happen next. Part of her feared it, another part filled her with hunger.
"Can I come in?" Zeke's voice called out.
"What if I said no?" Susan said, looking at the brute face, the strong, naked body.
"Then I'd come in anyway," he laughed.
"What do you want, Zeke?" she asked.
"Some pussy," the man answered. "You gonna give it to me, or do I have to take it?"
"Why don't you take it," Susan said, giving him an impish grin. "Mmmmmmm, take my pussy and wrap it around that big, hard cock of yours."
"Ma said I could have you for a whole hour," the man said stupidly.
Susan would have to think about that woman in there. But right now, she had better things to ponder.
"Well, hurry," she giggled. "Time's a wasting."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Zeke began fumbling with the knots at her wrists and ankles, his urgency making him clumsy.
"Don't do that," Susan said. "Keep me tied up."
"But I can't get at your pussy if you're on your belly," Zeke said.
"Doggy-fuck me," Susan said. "Haven't you ever done it that way?"
Zeke thought for a second. "Doggy-fuck?" he said finally, scratching his head, making an obvious effort to concentrate.
"Yeah," Susan said patiently. "You stick it to me from behind. like dogs do it."
"You mean in your ass-hole?" Zeke asked, his jaw hanging slack.
"Well, yes," Susan said slowly, as if speaking to a very backward child. "You can do it there, or in my pussy."
"Really?" the dull-witted man said gleefully. Susan actually thought he was going to clap his hands. "I...I can do it this way?"
"Just try it," she said, shaking her head.
"Well, OK," Zeke said, crawling between her legs. "But you're gonna have to show me how."
This guy couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were written on the bottom, Susan thought! But with a body and a huge cock like that, who cares if he's not an Einstein?
"I'll show you," she whispered, shivering as his hard, muscular flesh touched the backs of her thighs.
She suddenly felt a grinding, burning spasm of pain in her ass-hole. She arched her back and turned her head to the right, a tortured expression on her face.
"Move it a little lower. Fuck my cunt first," she gasped.
"Oh," Zeke said, doing as she instructed. When his cockhead became engulfed in the hot, sucking pressure of her pussy, he jerked wildly. "Oh...I see now," he grunted. "Hey, this is gonna be fun. Doggy-fucking, huh?"
"All the way in," Susan said, squirming her ass around. "Ah...that's it. Just a little more and...Mmmmmmm, yes!"
"Jesus...this is great!" Zeke said, grabbing her shoulders for support. He withdrew his massive, rock-hard cock, then hammered back inside. "I...I think I even like it better than the other way."
"Mmmmmm, I love it this way," Susan gasped. "All of your beautiful cock goes inside me. God, every hard inch . . . "
It was true. She could feel a hard pressure right between her tits as his prick rearranged her guts. Even some of the skin from his balls was inside her. She could feel the tiny, wiry hairs scrape over her sensitive membranes. That sensation alone made it more than exciting. She felt her pleasure grow, constrict her insides.
"The only thing wrong with this is I don't have any tits to suck," Zeke said.
"Sure you do," Susan said, half-turning. "Lick on them like a baby, Zeke. Mmmmm, and fuck me like the bull you are."
When the man looked at her tits, his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. He opened his loose mouth and bit down on the taut, upturned flesh, taking the rubbery nipple over his lapping tongue.
"Damn...I think...I could cum right now," he gurgled, increasing the speed of his fucking.
"Not yet," Susan said quickly. "See how long you can fuck me and hold back. God, Zeke, you don't know how much that big cock of yours is driving me crazy."
"You like Zeke's prick?" the man said. "A lot of women don't like to fuck me because I'm so stupid," he added, a quality of sadness in his voice.
"You're not stupid, Zeke," Susan said, looking at him affectionately. "You're a big, beautiful stud, and I could fuck you...mmmmmmm, forever!"
Her words seemed to have an immediate reaction upon the man. His muscles tightened into ribbons, his mouth became more demanding, and his ass started working up and down like a jackhammer. In a few seconds, his tremendous weight was pounding the air out of her lungs.
"Unh! Unh!" Susan groaned, her ecstasy fiery, ready to explode. "That's it, Zeke. Fuck me hard. But don't cum yet. Screw my pussy to hamburger first."
At that moment, Zeke would have done anything to please her. No one-not even his mother-had said such nice things about him before. Still, it was hard to concentrate. His balls were aching, ready to pop. And his cum-load was bigger than he could remember. A flaming ripple of pain shot up his spine, eating into his brain.
But he was determined to please her. He was gonna hold back all night if necessary. She was a nice lady. A real nice lady. He'd talk to Ma about letting her go before Caleb got a hold of her.
"Faster," Susan groaned, writhing beneath him. "Do it to me as hard and fast as you can, you fucking bull!"
Zeke devoted all his attention to her pussy, trying to clear his mind of the boiling lust that gripped his balls like a clawing hand. Just that little, hot, sticky cunt, and the way it wrapped around his prick.
"like a...mouth," he gasped, sucking her nipple over the back of his tongue. "You got a cunt like...like . . . "
"Fuck me full of hot cum!" Susan screamed suddenly, freezing with raw passion. "Now, Zeke. God...now!"
Zeke released the constricted muscles at the base of his cock and felt an instant heat in the center of his prick. His balls receded slightly, then began spitting his cum out in huge, pulsating globs.
"Ohhhhhh!" he growled, tearing his teeth into the flesh of her tits. "I'm...shooting!"
Susan's climax thundered in her guts with unbelievable force, fluttering her membranes until they oozed clear, molten juice. As her own fluids mixed with the lava-like cum and etched into the back of her cunt, she jerked violently, almost throwing him off her body.
"Fuckkkk!" she screamed, yanking wildly on the ropes at her wrists. She saw her skin turn bone-white, than a dark, mottled purple. "All of it," she panted, her orgasm peaking, spreading her insides. "Poke in a...a...gallon, you big bastard!"
Zeke rammed in and out of her cunt with his full weight, plunging the base of his throbbing cock violently into the constricted rim of rippling cunt muscle. Now, more than ever, her pussy was like a hot, sucking mouth. It pulled on his jism, seemed to swallow it.
"Fuck it, you doggy-bitch," he growled, pumping his ass up and down so quickly it became a fleshy blur. The walls echoed the smacking sounds of muscular drives, the digging sloshes of his prick. "Fuck it all the way to your brains."
Susan experienced another crash of orgasm that seemed to peak for hours. Finally, when it did begin to subside, she felt herself go limp, slapped around the bed like a rag doll under his hulking frame.
A short while later, as she lay beneath his relaxed body, she felt her cunt ooze with his molten cream. As the juices seeped into the hairs of her cunt, she felt her hunger return. Again, she wondered what it would be like to have two or three big cocks at the same time.
"Fuck me again," she murmured, kissing the side of his face as he rested his head between her tits. "Will you do that, Zeke?"
"Sure," the man said, grinning. He began thrusting his prick in and out of her cunt, rocking his body back and forth. "like this?" he whispered a few seconds later.
"Mmmmm-hmmmmm," Susan murmured. "Just...like that."
She moved with him, holding him, gripping him with her flexed pussy muscles. Soon, her insides turned to butter. And as her passion mounted, her ass-hole began to itch, to crave that slab of prick.
"Want to fuck my ass-hole?" she groaned.
"I might hurt you," Zeke said, stopping all movement. "You're such a little thing."
"If it hurts me, that's all the better," Susan gasped. "Come on, you bull stud, give it to me. Give it to me all over."
Zeke withdrew his cock, then cautiously nuzzled the tip of it into the crack of her ass. As his cockhead pressed into the tightly constricted rim, he held back.
"You sure?" he asked, looking at her pained expression.
"Mmmmmmm, sure," Susan replied. "Give it to me...good."
Zeke held his breath and kept his eyes on her face, waiting for her to scream out. Slowly, he inched in, paused, gave her a little more. When about half of his cock was inside her ass-hole, he withdrew, thrust in almost the entire length. Concerned, he watched her lips part, waiting for the scream of pain.
"Yesssssss!" Susan yelled out. "It's so hard and big and good and...fuck me, you bastard!"
Zeke was stunned. How could she take it? It had to be killing her! Hell, it felt like he was screwing a coke bottle. He'd never had anything that tight before.
He withdrew, then hammered back inside, jabbing the hairy root of his cock against the slippery opening. Suddenly, her ass-hole constricted so violently, he thought she would yank it out by the roots!
"Goddddd!" Susan shrieked, her orgasm flooding her insides with raw ecstasy. "Oh...Zeke, God, fuck me. Give it to me, you handsome bull!"
Fully convinced that he wasn't going to hurt her, the man began driving his prick in and out of her ass for all he was worth. And this time she wouldn't have to ask him to hold back. He'd do that all by himself. He wanted this feeling to last forever, He was gonna fuck her like this until his Ma had to drag him off.
His balls exploded suddenly, shaking his entire body. Then, as the throbbing wads of cum bolted into his cockshaft and spit upward, he thought his loins were on fire. His climax had hit him so quickly, so entirely, he didn't know what was happening until he felt his sticky juices slosh around his prick.
"Ohhhhhhhh...cock," Susan grunted, experiencing another wave of delicious orgasm. "Mmmmmmm, big, hard, beautiful prick!"
She closed her eyes and could see a million, massive cocks. As their steamy cum burst from the tips, she ran the tip of her tongue out and lapped the cool sheets. God, would she ever get enough?
She hoped not.
Then it suddenly hit her. She had been running away all her life, seeking something exactly like this. Here she had a variety of men. And what big hunks they were! She didn't care how long they kept her, just so long as they fucked her over and over like this.
She snuggled under his body, again feeling her hunger return. She then moved her ass around, squeezing him further inside. As she did, she felt a last wad of cum ooze from the end of his prick, melt into her flesh.
"I just wish you had two cocks, Zeke," she murmured softly. "I'd love to fuck two . . . "
The door opened quickly and David came in.
"My turn," he said, his eyes glinting.
"Hey, an hour ain't up yet," Zeke said. "Ma said I could . . . "
"I'll take on both of you," Susan said quickly. "Mmmmmm, I think I could take on the whole world!"
Standing in the hallway and overhearing the words, the boys' mother looked suddenly worried.
CHAPTER NINE
"Two big cocks!" Susan gasped, feeling her insides tremble with anticipation. "Oh...I want them at the same time!"
The brothers looked at each other and grinned. Then David moved over to the bed and sat down beside Susan. He reached out and ran his fingers over the small of her back.
"Any special way you want it?" he asked.
"Yes," Susan said, trembling with excitement. "I want Zeke up here so I can suck him.
And I want you fucking me doggy-style."
"Doggy-style is behind her," Zeke said proudly.
"I know," David said, chuckling.
Zeke pulled away from her ass-hole and moved to the head of the bed. He then squirmed his huge frame under her body, letting her elbows rest against his knees. He squirmed his ass around, letting her face move over his cum-splattered crotch.
"Oh . : . this is going to be nice," Susan groaned, licking her tongue into the man's cock hairs. "Sucking and fucking at the same time . . . "
Her words became a hungry muffle as she gulped the tip of Zeke's thick cockshaft between her lips. She took a deep breath and munched downward, shivering with ecstasy. When she reached the hairy root, she swirled her tongue over the sticky, rubbery surfaces, pulled the residue of cum into the back of her throat.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, twisting her head around, lapping at the skin on his balls with her tongue.
"Oh...wow," Zeke growled, placing his large hands behind her head. "She sure knows how to eat prick, let me tell you that!"
"She fucks like a mink, too," David said, kneeling between her legs. "Sweetest little pussy I ever screwed in my life."
As Susan gobbled up and down Zeke's rigid prick, she felt the tip of David's prick sear into the puckered entrance of her cunt. As more of him slipped inside, the intensity of her sucking increased.
"Oh...shit," David grunted, leaning forward and holding her hips with both hands. "This is hotter than I remembered."
Susan lifted her head and let Zeke's cock flop from her lips. As it hit the side of his stomach, then rolled back toward the center, she bit between his balls, pulled them both into her mouth.
"Ooooommmmm," she groaned, lapping her tongue over the wrinkled, hairy surfaces. "Sweet balls and cock . . . "
Zeke increased the pressure behind her head and jerked his hips upward. As his cock crushed against her face, he felt his balls rumble with another thick load of cum.
"Suck me off," he whispered, throwing his head to one side and closing his eyes. "Shit, baby, eat me all inside your mouth."
"Move down a little," Susan said, "and fuck my tits."
"Your tits?" Zeke asked. "Wha-what do you mean?"
"Wrap them around your big hard cock and fuck me," Susan explained. "But remember," she added quickly, "when you're ready to blow your wad, give it to me in the mouth."
Although Zeke found it difficult to take his cock away from her warm, moist mouth, he did as she asked. He squirmed further down on the bed and felt her silky breasts move over the underside of his shaft. His balls became molded in creamy warmth.
"Hey, this is good," he gasped, reaching for her tits and squeezing them around his prick. "If I hold you tight like this, it's like a pussy."
Susan felt his cock throb, matching the tempo of her heartbeat. And this way, it was deliciously different. She felt her cunt swell, then clamp tightly around David's prick. She kissed Zeke's muscular chest, nibbled into the taut flesh.
"Ohhhhh...I love it," she murmured, smacking greedily. "I never knew cock...fucking...could be so good."
David lifted her lower body slightly and hammered his prick upward. The force of his move was so great, his balls flopped forward and slapped her stomach with a dull thud. He flinched, withdrew, pounded back inside.
Susan squirmed with growing passion as their pricks burned into her flesh. Already her climax was building, showering her insides with delicious warmth.
"Fuck me," she whimpered, licking back and forth across Zeke's chest. "Really give it to me. I...I want a big cum-bath to remember forever . . . "
Zeke humped upward, holding her tits tighter, completely engulfing his prick in silky smoothness. And each time his cock pushed through the delicate flesh, he felt his insides churn with greater pleasure. Fluttering spasms of pain seemed to eat into his balls.
"I...can go if you want," he grunted. "You ready for some hot jism to suck on?"
Although Susan certainly didn't want him to stop tit-fucking her, her throat was aching for his release. She threw her head back and gave him a tortured look.
"Yes," she gasped. "I...I want to suck it now."
Zeke scooted up on the bed and nuzzled his cockhead between her lips. He then humped fully forward, sliding the entire length of his prick into her throat.
"There," he said. "Oh...shit...just a couple of sucks . . . "
Susan gobbled up and down his prick furiously. And he was right. The second or third quick gulp caused his cock to expand, completely filling her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, nipping at the taut prick with her teeth.
"Suck it, cocksucker," Zeke growled out.
His body froze, causing every muscle to pop out. "Now...I...I...Unhhhhh!"
When the swirling masses of creaming cum blasted from the ballooning cockhead and splattered into the back of her throat, Susan bucked with pleasure. Her climax seemed to filter upward from her guts, burn at the back of her mouth, then explode inside her brain. She gave a raspy groan and planted her face fully in his acrid-smelling crotch.
"Aaaaghhhhh!" she spluttered, feeling some of the warm juices seep from under her lips.
As her throat became gorged with his thick, steamy juices, her cunt began itching, aching like it never had before. She quickly spit his cock out and watched the bulk of his load spurt from the tiny cum-hole. As the molten juices splashed her between the eyes, over her cheeks, she opened her mouth and shrieked like a panther.
"Fuck me...fuck me!" she begged, lapping her tongue out.
"OK, whore, take it!" David grunted, slamming his cock into her cunt with full force. "Every...big...hard inch, slut."
For Susan nothing could be better. Not only did she have a monster of a cock to suck, but another huge slab of cockmeat was jabbing savagely into her exploding pussy. Every cell in her body seemed to be on fire, pulsating with ecstasy.
"Aieeeeee!" she screamed out, then again clamped her mouth around Zeke's prick.
As the last of his cum-load boiled up the center of his shaft, she felt David's prick increase to what seemed twice its already enormous size. The cockhead buzzed for a second, then began throbbing, squeezing her membranes apart.
"Fuck it," he grunted, punching his full weight forward. "Oh, baby, fuck it up to your cocksucking brains!"
Susan almost lost consciousness from the intense pleasure she was experiencing. Now she had two spurting cocks. One filling up her throat, the other blasting cum into her pussy. She screamed out again, her voice a spluttering muffle at the hairy root of Zeke's shaft.
"Screw me, whore," David gasped, grinding in another mass of lava-like jism. "Suck it in your cunt and fuck it."
Susan thrashed about as if she were being tortured, her body jerking with one delicious orgasm after another. Soon pleasure became almost commonplace, and her nerves could only be stimulated by the peakings of ecstasy. But those were plenty.
Finally, she collapsed from sheer exhaustion, her chest heaving with satisfaction. She gave one last suck, pulling in a thick glob of cum, and closed her eyes.
"Oh...all of it," David whispered, fucking in the last of his jism. He fell forward and squirmed his ass around, grabbing for her tits with both large hands. As he kneaded the silky flesh, he licked his tongue up and down her arm. "Baby, you've got the best cunt in the fucking world," he panted.
For Susan, his words sounded far away, as if he were speaking in some dark tunnel. She just wanted to lie there between their muscular bodies forever, taste them, feel them inside her. Soon, however her energies returned, along with a growing hunger.
"Fuck me now," she said softly, darting the tip of her tongue over Zeke's balls. "I want both of you inside me at the same time."
"You sure you can take it?" David asked.
"I...I don't know," Susan said honestly, "but I sure want to try. You fuck me in the ass, David. And I want you, Zeke, right up my pussy."
The men repositioned themselves after turning her to her side. Zeke lay in front of her, while David snuggled his body close to her ass. And although the ropes pulled savagely at her flesh, she wouldn't let them untie her. The pain only intensified the pleasure.
"Go easy at first," Susan said, her voice trembling with passion. "Mmmmmm, there's so much cock here . . . "
Zeke and David eased forward at the same time, nuzzling their cockheads into her holes. As the tightly constricted openings stretched, they felt her flinch.
"Hurt?" Zeke asked, pausing.
"Yes," Susan replied, feeling her insides burn with delicious agony . "But...but don't stop. Keep going."
Two inches of both hard pricks entered her, causing another flash of torture. She lifted her left leg slightly to ease the pressure, then lowered it again. After taking a deep breath, she nodded her head quickly.
"More," she panted, her voice husky, hungry. "Little...more of that hard prick . . . "
Zeke pushed forward, driving in about half of his cock. When he felt her body buckle, he stopped. Behind her, David was slowly easing forward, but he didn't stop until the entire length of his rock-hard cock molded into her ass-hole.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...God, that hurts so...good!" Susan cried out, flexing her cunt muscles. "Stick it to me, Zeke," she begged. "Mmmmmm, I want it all...now."
Zeke pressed forward slowly until their crotch hairs intertwined, his balls rested between her thighs. He then withdrew about four inches and slammed back in.
"Yesssssssss!" Susan screamed through clenched teeth. Pain was almost unbearable, but nothing could overshadow that fantastic pleasure. "Now...fuck me," she pleaded, sweat popping out on her forehead, her upper lip.
As they began driving their cocks in and out of her ass and pussy, she felt as if their cockshafts had melted together, forming one massive slab of meat.
"Damn...she's tight as shit," Zeke growled, kissing the hollow of her throat.
"I'll say," David commented. "And hot as a fucking firecracker."
Slowly, the pain began to subside, leaving her insides a cauldron of hot pleasure. And although she was totally aware of the gigantic pressure, their cocks seemed to mold into her guts as if they truly belonged there. Her pussy and ass openings began twitching, sucking on their pricks like twin mouths.
"Screw me," she panted, writhing wildly between them. "Show me exactly what two...big...hard cocks can do, you bastards."
At times, the men plunged in and out together, gouging her insides with tremendous pressure. At other times, they varied their rhythm, going in and out like two lumberjacks with a two-man saw.
Suddenly, she felt her insides flame with pleasure. Her orgasm burst with hardly any warning. The intensity was so great she thought the top of her head would blow off. She chewed down on her lower lip until she tasted the salty flavor of warm blood.
"Ohhhhh...Godddddd!" she shrieked, the ecstasy peaking wildly, savagely.
"Take it, baby," David grunted hammering into her ass-hole with full force.
"Screw it, lady," Zeke whispered, his mouth still on both her tits.
As Susan became delirious with pleasure, David's prick exploded in a warm bath of creamy cum. Almost instantly, Zeke's orgasm was felt. She froze in a total paroxysm of pure release, her insides a vacuum, gobbling on the spewing, molten juices.
"Aieeeee!" she yelled out, bucking violently between them, her hips working so fast her body slapped theirs noisily. "Fuck...fuck...fuck," she chanted over and over.
For what seemed a delicious eternity they punched her holes full of volcanic-like jism until her thighs were sticky and warm. Finally, they slowed their movements, their groans of satisfaction filling the room.
"Mmmmmmm, good," Susan murmured, exhausted, but still eager for more. "Untie me. I...I want to hold those big pricks."
"Jesus," David moaned, "this baby can't get enough."
"Yeah, ain't that great?" Zeke laughed.
After David loosened the ropes and fell to his back, Susan knelt between the two hulking giants. For a long while she just looked at them, and with each passing second, felt her hunger increase. They were beautiful, handsome men. And those monstrous cocks!
She held both cocks up with her hands and gently jacked the loose foreskin over the enormous heads. Slowly, their cum-holes began oozing the last wads of cum that had lain hidden in their shafts. She quickly lowered her face to each crotch and lapped the delicious jism into her mouth.
"Oh, I want some more of this stuff," she whispered, throwing her head back and letting the force of gravity pull the wads into the back of her throat. "I...I could drink gallons and gallons."
"I...shit, baby, I don't think I have gallons," David laughed. "I'm dry as a bone."
"How about you, Zeke?" Susan asked, running the tip of her tongue over the man's half-hard prick. "You gone dry too?"
"I don't know," Zeke said. "Guess we'll just have to find out, won't we."
"Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm," Susan said, gobbling quickly down the full-length of his prick.
David watched fascinated as she licked his brother's cock into her mouth with hungry sucks. Suddenly, he felt his own prick twitch back to life. He placed his right hand on her shoulder and pulled her to one side.
"Let me try a little of that, OK?" he said. "Here, suck me."
"Sure," Susan said, only too glad to oblige. She gave a soft moan of building pleasure as she took his prick between her lips and ate down to the hairy, thick base.
"Hey, you said you didn't want it," Zeke said. "She was doing me.'"
"Mmmmmm, I'll do you both," Susan said. "Just scoot closer and I'll see if I can take you at the same time."
Although she knew it was impossible, it would be fun to try. She pressed the two huge cocks together and opened her mouth so wide her jaws ached. She then bit down, taking in about half their heads. While keeping her lips there, and her tongue flickering between the silky cockmounds, she jacked the pricks with both hands.
"Hey, that's not half bad," David said, thrusting his hips up and down. no
"Real good," Zeke said, his eyes widening with pleasure. "She sure does lick cock nice . . . "
"Ooommmm, there must be five pounds of hot cockmeat here," Susan murmured, increasing her jacking movements. "So...sweet and hard and...mmmmmm."
Within a matter of a few moments, both men were writhing beneath her suck job. Just watching her was enough to drive them crazy?
Suddenly, Susan felt both pricks jerk at the base, and she knew they were about ready to blow their loads. She then gave her full effort, using her teeth, her fingers, her lips and tongue to best advantage. About twenty seconds later, she was rewarded with twin explosions of molten, steaming cum.
"Aaaghhhh," she gurgled, letting the juices hit her mouth, then flow back around their cocks. "Lots...more...more . . . '"
"Shit...fuck!" Zeke grunted. "It's so good, it...hurts."
"Suck it, cocksucker," his brother grunted, his body tightened. "All the fucking way in."
Susan was amazed with the amount of jism that poured from their cockheads. It seemed as if they would never stop blowing out those thick globs! It was as if they had been saving up their cum for weeks.
Finally, when their cocks began to grow ill limp, she released their pricks, letting them flop to their stomachs. She then began munching on their cock hairs, gathering up the pearl-like drops. When their hairs were glistening with her spit, she ran her tongue over their balls, across their stomachs. Then collecting one last glob, she sucked it into her mouth and wallowed it around on her tongue.
"Ohhhhh...delicious," she murmured, feeling the streams of cream ooze into her stomach.
She then lay across David's body and rubbed her left foot over Zeke's limp cock. She placed her fingers over her cunt hole and began rubbing her rock-hard clit. Three strokes later, and with the taste of cum on her lips, she climaxed violently.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled out, her pleasure peaking, searing her insides with raw, unbridled ecstasy. "Ohhhh...fuckkkk . . . "
Her words became a loud scream, then dropped to a sputtering moan of pure satisfaction. The sensation was almost as good as when they had fucked her.
Almost.
She got back to her knees and looked down at their smiling faces.
"Let's do it some more," she said, her voice filled with urgency. "Hey, let's . . . "
Both men were fast asleep, their bodies dead with exhaustion.
Susan got off the bed to get herself a drink of water when the door opened.
"Back on the bed, honey," the woman said. "You're not going anywhere."
Susan wanted to vent her pent-up anger, but it was useless. The woman looked so sad as she stood there. And she looked as if she'd been crying.
"Is anything wrong?" Susan asked.
"I wish I could talk about it," the woman said, sighing.
"You can," Susan said, feeling as if some sort of bond had suddenly formed between them.
CHAPTER TEN
Susan took a deep breath and looked the woman squarely in the eye. She was taking a risk, she knew, but she had to have some answers to some pretty strange questions.
"What you did to me...are doing, is against the law," she said. "You could go to jail."
"I know," the woman said, "but once it started, well . . . "
"When did it start?" Susan asked.
"When my boys got older, and started thinking about moving away. You know, eyeing girls from Dallas and Fort Worth," the woman began. "My husband left me when they were just kids, and they're all I've got. If they left, I would be all alone."
"But they have a fife of their own," Susan insisted.
"That's not entirely true," the woman said. "Zeke is one of the sweetest people alive, but he'd never make it alone. And Caleb is not right in the head. He's mean. John has struck out and so will David, but I've been so afraid."
"For Caleb and Zeke?" Susan asked. Just mentioning Caleb's name made her shiver. Yes, he was mean.
"Yes," the woman said. "So I brought a young girl home once, and she was willing and stayed a while. But she left."
"Then there were others?"
"Yes," the woman said sadly. "Others." She looked away, then added softly, "My boys would get so excited about it, and then sometimes the girls would get all huffy and leave. Then my boys would get in the truck and go to town. I was so lonely on those nights."
"So to prevent it, you just...tied them up," Susan finished. lis
"Yes," the woman said, her eyes glistening with tears. "I...I didn't want to, but I just couldn't help it. It just seemed the simplest way out."
"Except when they objected and...Caleb hurt them," Susan wondered aloud.
"Well, I keep a sharp eye on him," the woman said defensively. "He's not going to hurt you."
"How long do you plan on keeping me?" Susan asked.
"Oh...hell, you can go now," she answered, her voice tired. "I'm too old to fight it now."
Susan should have felt happy, but she wasn't. She tried to put herself in the woman's place, and was instantly sympathetic. She, herself, had been lonely, and it was more than terrible.
"I'd like to stay...for a while longer," Susan heard herself say. "It's really been...well, interesting."
"You...you're not mad?" the woman said, amazement in her expression.
"Only because you didn't ask me," Susan laughed. "You've got some good-looking boys here," she added. "And to tell the truth, this was something I was looking for."
When the woman smiled, Susan felt a tremor of excitement. It was the oddest sensation she had ever experienced, as if she were looking at the female face and figure for the first time. The woman was in her late forties, but still very beautiful.
"What's your name?" she asked the woman.
"Maudie," she answered. "But just call me Ma."
"Ma, you're very pretty," Susan said. "Why is it you never, uh, don't well . . . "
"I've forgotten what it's like to be with a man; it's been so long," Ma said, reading Susan's question.
"My...God," Susan gasped. "It must drive you crazy with all this cockmeat around you!"
"It does," Ma said wistfully. "If it wasn't a sin, I'd . . . "
Susan didn't know why she did it, didn't even think about it. One moment she was looking at the woman, the next she had her in her arms, her mouth searching for Ma's. As their tits met, they both trembled.
"I think it's about time you did a little sinning," Susan murmured. "You've taken care of your boys long enough. Let them take care of you for a while." She kissed Ma passionately. "But let me take care of you first," she whispered.
Although Susan was horrified with her own reactions, she couldn't stop. The woman smelled so sweet, felt so gentle to her touch. She ran her fingers over the soft flesh, unbuttoned the top of her cotton dress. When her fingers brushed over the large mounds of tit, she felt an electric-like jolt of pleasure shoot up her arm.
"Oh...God," Ma gasped, "I...I used to watch my boys fuck you all tied up and I wished it could have been me there and . .
"Hush," Susan said, pushing the woman down on the bed between her sons. "You've got lots of years to catch up on. Don't talk about it. Just enjoy . . . "
Her words became a muffle as she kissed the woman tenderly. Their lips soon began playing like snakes, their moans of ecstasy filling the room. And beneath the dress, Susan could feel the heat of the woman's cunt. She lowered her hand and touched the slight mound.
"Tie me up," Ma groaned, clawing at Susan's body. "Do it to me like they did it to you."
Deftly, Susan undressed the woman, then tied her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. As she lay outstretched, her arms and legs over her sons' bodies, she looked like a sacrificial virgin. The full, ripened breasts, the rounded hips, however, belied that fact.
Susan touched the patch of dark-brown hair between Ma's thighs, then ran her fingers up to the smooth, flat stomach. Slowly, she knelt down and lowered her face to where her hand was.
"I...I've never done this before," she whispered, her eyes on the glistening cunt crack. "I didn't know I ever could."
She touched the silky hairs, then gently pulled back the loose curtains of flesh. As the pink, oozing cunt became fully revealed, she inhaled deeply. The aroma of the woman's pussy made her throat ache, almost like when she saw a big, juicy cock.
"Lick my...cunt," Ma groaned, writhing, yanking against the ropes until her flesh burned. "like...like a man would."
Susan bit down on the woman's pussy and dug her tongue fully inside the cunthole. She then released the folds of skin, trapping herself inside. Carefully, she began flickering inside, probing into the depths where a prick hadn't been for years. Suddenly, she felt Ma's muscles constrict.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" the woman screamed loudly, experiencing a wild torrent of climax.
Susan felt Zeke stir, then sit up. He looked wildly about the room, his gaze taking in both Susan and his mother. Finally, his eyes rested on the ropes that held Ma.
"Hey, what are you doing to my Ma?" he demanded, reaching for Susan's neck with his large hand.
"No...Zeke," Ma gasped out. "Leave her be. I...I asked her to do this."
"Huh?" the man said, shaking his head and dropping his arm to his side. "You want to be...tied up?"
"Oh...yes, and have my pussy licked out. She does it so...good!"
Zeke watched Susan eat on his mother, then licked his lips. He swallowed hard, as if reflecting before he spoke.
"Is that...good?" he asked softly. "Ma's pussy."
"Try it," Susan said, sitting back on her haunches.
"Ma?" Zeke asked, giving his mother a look that almost resembled terror.
"Oh...Zeke!" Ma gasped. "Do it! I...I want all of my sons!"
Susan moved out of the way and let the man kneel between his mother's knees. Then when he locked his mouth on her glistening cunt, she straddled Ma's shoulders and lowered her pussy down on the woman's face.
The woman gave an almost angelic smile as she saw the blonde patch of cunt hair, felt her son's tongue digging in and out of her pussy. She flinched violently and thrust her face upward, smacking her nose into the crack of
Susan's pussy.
"Oh...cum out of a hot pussy," she groaned, lapping at the milky, oozing juices. "My son's...cream . . . "
As Susan thought about what the woman was doing, her own ecstasy built dramatically. What would it be like to eat jism out of a hot cunt? Eating pussy was fantastic enough in itself, but with cream . . .
"Oh...suck me," she whispered, holding the woman's face with both hands. "Screw your tongue in like a prick and eat me out."
"Yes, yes, yes," Ma gurgled, munching into the slick hairs. "Delicious . . . "
While she chewed and sucked with growing hunger, below her, her son was gobbling on her pussy as only a man can. His rough hands were tearing at the tender flesh of her thighs, his teeth scraping over her bursting clit. Another climax filtered into her guts, then shook her savagely.
"Eat...son!" she screamed out. "God, eat me and fuck me and...and...Aieee!"
She fell back for a few moments, her chest heaving with satisfied exhaustion, then again rubbed her face into Susan's cunt. This time she went a little slower, as if memorizing all the soft angles with her tongue. More oozing juices streamed from the hot insides, melting over her chin and cheeks.
"That's it, Ma," Susan whispered, leaning slightly forward and pumping her ass up and down. "You eat pussy so...good. Don't...stop. Don't ever stop!"
A few seconds later, Susan's climax tore into her cunt with full force, causing her muscles to clamp hard around the woman's probing tongue. They both gave throaty screams, as if sharing the same delicious peaking release.
"Fuck me, son," Ma said a short while later when her breathing returned to normal. "Christ, I haven't had a good fucking in so long, I...I...just fuck me."
"Oh, Ma!" Zeke gasped, then crawled up on his mother's body.
He kissed the back of Susan's neck and reached around her body to grasp her tits as he inched his cock into Ma's boiling pussy.
His mother bucked with a mixture of pain and pleasure when she felt his massive prick dig between her cunt lips. It had been so long since she had had a man, she felt like a virgin again.
"Oh...Zeke, darling," she groaned, lifting her hips to accept more of his enormous cock. "I...I've dreamed about this. About fucking you like...like...Unhhhhhh!"
She froze, her screaming dying in her throat, as a massive convulsion of pure, raw release swept into her body. The ecstasy was so wonderful, so all-consuming she thought she would pass out. She tore at the ropes at her wrists and ankles until her fingertips throbbed.
"Ma...Ma," Zeke grunted, feeling her pussy swell around his cock, suck on it like a mouth.
Susan was witnessing something wonderful, truly beautiful. She leaned back and kissed Zeke on the mouth, then grasped his hands, rubbing his rough palms over her tits.
"Screw her, you big bull," she gasped into the man's mouth. "She hasn't had it in so long...really give her a fucking."
Zeke let his mother have it for all he was worth. And the feeling of having one pussy to fuck while kissing another woman was unbelievably delicious. Before he had made a half dozen quick strokes with his prick, he was ready to blow his cum-load.
"Now," he groaned, heaving violently into his mother's cunt. "Take my...cum and fuck...fuck
fuck it!"
As they climaxed together, Susan began pumping her ass up and down more quickly, feeling her own orgasm ready to burst. Then, when it hit her, the room became a din of loud moans of pleasure.
"Hey," David said sleepily, looking around the room. "Wha-what's going on?"
Mesmerized by the scene, his words choked in his throat. Finally, he moved closer to his mother and kissed the hollow of her throat, nudging his head under Susan's body.
"Ma? Are you OK?" he asked, still disoriented.
"I'm fine, son," his mother answered. "I'm fine...now."
Later, as the room looked like a battle ground and their bodies were aching from so much fucking, Susan wondered where Caleb was. Surely he had heard their screams of pleasure.
Caleb had.
But as they melted into a writhing mass of climaxing flesh, he was busy in the barn, readying himself for the next day.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Susan stumbled from the bed and threw Ma's housecoat over her shoulders. Every muscle in her body ached, throbbed with delicious satisfaction. John had joined them sometime during the night, and the entire family-except for Caleb-lay on the bed in a heap. She had tried waking them, but it was useless.
After making herself a cup of coffee, she decided to look around the farm. She hadn't gotten any further than the bedroom, and wondered just how big the place was.
When the late morning sun hit her in the eyes, she squinted, feeling like a mole. Then, as her vision adjusted, she walked out back. In the distance, she saw fields of corn and cotton, between them, a large, red barn with white trim.
Somewhere, she heard a dog bark, then the crowing of a rooster. It was a typical farm scene, but to Susan, very fresh and alive. The rainstorm had left the air clean and cool.
She walked toward the barn, feeling as if she truly belonged here. As she neared the large structure, her flesh suddenly tingled, as if someone were watching her. She dismissed her fear, and walked into the darkened entrance.
The growl of an animal stopped her in her tracks. She peered into the inky darkness and saw glistening, bone-white teeth, a black outline of a large dog. She was about to step backward, but the door to the barn slammed shut, plunging her into total darkness.
Then, more chilling than the dog's growl, she heard Caleb's voice.
"Hello, sweet thing," he said softly.
"Caleb?" Susan gasped finally. "Where...where are you?"
"Right behind you, baby," he said, causing her to turn sharply.
She felt his large hands on her body, then heard the sound of the robe ripping. A hard pressure against her thighs made her realize that he was naked.
"You have fun last night?" he said, his breath against her mouth. "Did you save me any of that little pussy?"
"Caleb, you're hurting me," Susan said, trying to struggle free. "Please . . . "
A blinding flash of pain seared into her body as he slapped her with full force. He released her at the same time and she fell to the straw-strewn dirt. Then, before she could react, she was yanked upright. She felt the rough texture of new rope against her hands.
"Caleb...don't," she managed to splutter. "Why...are you...?"
He hit her again, rattling her teeth.
Although it was pitch black, it appeared that he knew exactly what he was doing. He dragged her to the center of the barn, then threw her to the ground.
As she lay there, feeling her cheek and neck sting, she was suddenly jerked upright. He had obviously thrown the rope over a rafter in the loft, and was slowly raising her. Her arms were pulled straight, felt as if they would be pulled from their sockets. Her toes now barely touched the straw.
"Caleb . . . "
"Shut up, you filthy whore," the man spat. "I'm not finished."
His hands were on her feet, pulling them wide apart. He then tied ropes to each ankle and anchored the ends of the hemp to the sides of the barn. She was spread-eagle, felt like a wishbone.
"Ohhhhhh," she groaned, throwing her head back. Her body was on fire with pain. "Caleb...you're killing me . . . "
The interior of the barn was suddenly filled with a pale, amber light. He had lighted a kerosene lantern and placed it about six feet in front of her.
She was about to beg him again to let her go, or at least lessen the horrible pressure of the ropes, but the look in his eye froze the words in her throat.
He didn't even look human. like some sort of Egyptian animal god, he stood before her, his muscular, hairy body glistening with sweat. His hands were on his hips, his feet planted wide. His throbbing cock was standing straight up, gently slapping his belly. Shadows covered his eyes, but she knew there was no emotion there but animal hatred.
"Why are you doing this?" she pleaded. "It isn't...necessary."
Ignoring her, he snapped his fingers and called over his shoulder.
"Here, King," he said, his voice a deep command.
Out of the dark corner trotted an enormous dog. He was blue-black, looked almost like a panther. He heeled next to Caleb, but his eyes were on Susan.
"This is my dog," Caleb said, almost casually. "like him?"
Susan was afraid even to whisper a reply. The dog looked ferocious.
"He'll do anything I ask," Caleb went on. "Why, I could ask him to attack, and he would."
"Don't," Susan gasped, wondering suddenly how long it would be before any of the others woke up. It might be hours. "Please...don't," she said again.
"Why, I could say to King here, to rip out that little pussy with his big, ugly teeth," Caleb said, then laughed.
Susan could almost feel those horrible incisors tearing into her flesh, feel her blood drain away. She felt dizzy, almost giddy with fear.
"King?" he said, kneeling next to the dog, "You like that pussy there?"
The dog's ears stood up and his body tightened, as if ready to attack.
"He can smell that little pussy," Caleb said, looking up. "It's like fresh meat to him."
"My...God, you're insane," Susan gasped, feeling terror clutch at her guts.. She was powerless to stop what was about to happen, couldn't even scream.
"Let's check it out, King," Caleb said, holding the loose flesh at the back of the dog's neck. He let the dog move forward until his cold nose was against the inside of her thigh. "like it, boy?" he asked, then stood, facing Susan.
Susan's eyes were white with fear. Would they find her later, lifeless, her guts chewed out?
Caleb moved behind her and placed his hands around her body. He then grabbed her tits and yanked them savagely apart, letting the tiny nipples slip through his fingers. Slowly, he kissed over the back of her neck.
"Lick her out, boy," he said to the dog. "Let's do her together."
Susan froze when she felt the dog's long, slippery tongue move over her cunt hairs. Seconds later, she felt Caleb's monstrous cock probe into the crack of her ass.
"Ever been screwed in the ass and licked out by a dog at the same time?" he murmured, his nose in her sweet-smelling hair.
Susan thought she had known humiliation until now. How could depravity be so low, she wondered. Not just one, but two animals were violating her.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried out, feeling his cockhead jab brutally into her ass. At the same time, the dog's tongue lapped fully inside her cunt.
"like it?" Caleb asked. "You like cock and dog tongue?"
Susan's mind exploded with a million thoughts. Through them all, however, was one that horrified her more than she could imagine.
The dog's tongue was...good. Caleb's cock was...good. Together, they made her insides melt to butter.
"No," she groaned to her own reactions. "Please...no . . . "
Caleb punched forward with his full strength, impaling her ass-hole with the entire slab of prick. He then grabbed her hips and pulled her back toward him. Susan could feel his massive balls dangling between her thighs, just next to the dog's jaw.
She looked down and watched the dog lick hungrily into her pussy, tried to ignore the delicious, warm sensations. It was impossible. Her cunt was twitching, fluttering around his tongue, molding it into her membranes.
Behind her, Caleb was slowly pumping in and out of her ass-hole, his wet lips on the back of her neck.
"Caleb," she murmured, not realizing she was speaking aloud, "that's so good. I...I love it."
"Thought you would, whore," Caleb grunted. "When I first saw you, I knew you liked it the way I do."
His words stunned her more than his actions. Was it true? Could he possibly be right?
"You love being taken like this, don't you?" he said, completing her thoughts. "You're that kind of woman, and I'm that kind of man."
Susan tried to narrow things down. Yes, she did like that big cock grinding in her ass, and she did like the way that dog was licking out her cunt. Even the pain added to it all, emphasizing the enormous pleasure more.
"Yes," she said. "Yes, goddamn you!"
"You cum-hungry bitch," Caleb laughed, stopping all movement. "You and I deserve each other. We're both animals. Fuck-hungry animals."
Susan's body was on fire with ecstasy. She began writhing as if in pain, sucking her ass muscles around his cock.
"Fuck me, you bastard," she cried out. "You mother-fucking animal, I hate your guts! Hate me back with your prick!"
Caleb began tearing into her ass with wild, brutal thrusts. His moves were so fast, so violent, his balls were slapping the insides of her thighs. And each hard stroke brought Susan further into a world of ecstasy.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Eat me and fuck me and...and...Godddddd!"
She experienced a thundering orgasm that seemed to explode her mind, leaving her senseless. The thrusting tongue and the hammering cock seemed to melt together, piercing completely through her middle. The flesh seemed to be electrified, sending jolts of ecstasy into every cell, each nerve.
Her scream fell to a gasping grunt of raw satisfaction.
"You little slut," Caleb growled, feeling his own orgasm ready to split his guts. "I'm gonna blow so much cum up your ass-hole it comes out your ears."
"Give it to me," Susan panted, her pleasures returning rapidly. "Poke me...full, you bastard."
As she said the words, she felt his cock expand, then burst with a shower of molten, creamy jism. Acid-like, the fluid seemed to eat into her flesh. And each wonderful drop brought with it another spasm of hot climax.
"Unhhhhhh, take it, bitch," Caleb gasped, thundering in more of his huge cum-load. "Screw it all the way in."
Susan worked with him as best as she could, moving her ass back and forth, trying desperately to suck every precious wad deeply into her body. Soon, however, her ass-hole was full to overflowing, and streams of glistening, silvery cum oozed down the insides of her legs. The liquid collected against the angle of her knees, then dropped to her heels.
"More," she groaned, experiencing another wave of raw pleasure. "Fuck in gallons and gallons!"
Caleb humped forward, driving in the last of his load, then held her tightly. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her tits, then kissed the back of her neck.
"That...that was the best," he murmured.
"Yes," Susan agreed. Until now, she hadn't really realized just how savage, how brutal, how delicious sex could be. It was almost like being eaten alive. "Yes," she repeated, "the best."
"But it's only the beginning," Caleb said, pulling back. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna take you to places you never thought existed."
His tone was cruel, death-like. Susan shivered, wondering what he meant.
"Caleb, untie me," she whispered. "Please.
We can talk. Surely we can work something out."
The dog's constant licking caused her words to spit out like bullets, made it hard to concentrate.
"I'll untie you, sweetheart," he said, grabbing her throat and squeezing it tightly, "but you just might be sorry I did."
He pushed the dog back, then picked up a knife from the straw. He waved the blade back and forth just inches from her face, then touched the point of it against her lips.
"Suck on it," he said. "like it's a big, hard cock."
Susan thought she had known terror before, but this!
"Suck it, baby," Caleb demanded, pushing the blade between her lips.
Susan opened her mouth and began licking up and down the sharp blade, afraid to make any quick move. He could slice her open. And from the crazed look in his eyes, he just might do it.
She closed her eyes, praying that he would stop this insanity, cut her loose. She would have given anything to be away from him, from here.
"That's real good," he said, slowly withdrawing the knife. He then lifted it and cut the ropes above her head. "And now for some real fun," he laughed.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Susan gasped, her eyes wide with horror.
"King and I are gonna be a team again," he said.
Susan looked from him to the dog and felt her flesh crawl.
"No," she cried out, her voice shaking with terror.
"Oh...yes," he smiled.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Caleb threw her down on the straw and quickly straddled her shoulders. As he thrust his cock down to her mouth, he looked over his shoulder and called out.
"Fuck her, King," he said. "Come on, boy, screw that big dog prick in her and blow her pussy apart."
Susan screamed out in protest, but her voice was only a muffle as he jabbed the entire length of his cock into her throat. She tried to struggle free, but her hands and feet were still tied. She could only hit him with her bound fists. That, however, only seemed to increase his lust.
"Fight it, bitch," he grunted. "Come on, let's show some real fucking spirit."
Susan shook her head back and forth, tried desperately to spit his prick from her mouth, but it was useless. His overpowering strength was too much for her. Then, when she felt the dog's large paws on her calves, she froze in horror.
"That's it, boy," Caleb said. "Stick that old red prick in her pussy and pump her full of dog cum."
Susan felt a wet, throbbing sensation against the inside of her thigh, then a hard pressure at the entrance to her cunt. She tried squirming away, but a sudden weight hit her stomach. She could feel the dog's nails, the rough pads of his feet. Seconds later, a grinding sensation hit her pussy.
No, her mind screamed! That horrible dog's cock was entering her!
Two inches, then three. Now six. Seven, eight.
"Unhhhhhh!" she choked, wondering if the burning sensation would ever stop. It felt as if King's prick was jabbing between her lungs.
"How do you like it?" Caleb asked sadistically. "Is this your first doggy cock, or have you had plenty?"
As she trembled with horror, she felt a rush of pleasure in the back of her throat. No matter what, this man's prick was still delicious. So thick and firm and . . .
So was the dog's prick!
She felt the animal begin humping, brushing his hairy belly over her stomach. The small, rock-hard nuts were sliding up and down the tops of her thighs.
"Suck, cocksucker," Caleb commanded, grabbing by the hair of the head. He slammed her face violently in and out of his balls. "Ah...that's better. All the fucking way in, you cum-sucking, dog-fucking whore."
Susan hated herself for it, but she began gobbling on his cock with wild sucks. And each time it poked her between the tonsils, her ecstasy grew. Soon, her entire body was shivering with raw ecstasy.
"Mmmmmffffff!" she gurgled, burrowing her face into his balls as if trying to eat through to his spine.
"I knew you'd like it, you fucking slut," Caleb grunted. "I bet you'd screw a goddamned pig."
For Susan, his words were mere vibrations. All her energy was devoted to one thing and one thing only.
Cock.
Sweet, wonderful, big, hard, cock!
The dog's slab of prick was gouging, curving, rolling over her membranes like an exploring snake. Caleb's cock was pulsating her throat apart. And as this happened, her insides felt molten, hotter than fire.
She screamed again as another overwhelming orgasm showered her insides with icy-hot sensations of pure, total release.
"Baby, baby, baby," Caleb grunted, pumping his cock savagely into her mouth, "you suck so fucking fantastic. Christ, I wish I could keep my prick in your throat all the time."
Susan wished exactly the same thing. She munched into the dark, wiry hairs, even lapping some of the flesh of his balls between her teeth. Her jaws ached, her nose was rubbed raw, but still she chewed forward.
"Ready for some...hot cum to gargle on?" Caleb groaned suddenly. "Shit, I got a whole pile of cream, cocksucker."
"Mmmmmmnnnnnn!" Susan screamed, scraping her teeth over the rubbery surfaces of his prick. She hit him with her bound hands as if to drive the cum out of him.
"Jesus, you want it bad, don't you?" the man said. He then leaned forward and crammed his full weight into her throat. "Well...bitch...fucking...fucking...take it!"
Susan felt the base of his cock expand, stretch her lips painfully. A split-second later, the buzzing sensations of his cum-load tickled the top of her tongue. Then, his jism exploded into her throat with a rush of delicious warmth.
"Aaaaghhhh!" she choked, feeling some of the hot globs shoot upward, behind her nose. Seconds later, twin streams of silvery cum bolted from both nostrils. As this happened, massive wads of creamy jism sank into the back of her throat. She gave another gagging groan as cum and air mixed, steamed over her tongue.
"Suck...it," Caleb gasped, squeezing his knees into her armpits and slamming his ass up and down. "Come on, bitch, suck me fucking dry."
As the bulk of his thick load hit her mouth, she felt the dog's cock balloon, curve more. Suddenly, her cunt was in flames. Gigantic globs of dog cum blasted into her guts, then streamed from her opening.
"Mmmmmmffffff!" she screamed out, freezing with pure release. Her orgasm felt like a grinding fist in her guts, filling her with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.
"All...of it, whore," Caleb said finally, punching in the last of his cum. He squirmed his ass around, then fell forward, crushing his entire weight between her lips. "Lick on it like this all fucking day . . . "
After what seemed an eternity, Susan's orgasm subsided to a dull throb. King pulled away and moved around to her face, sniffed a few times, then left the barn, leaving them alone. A short while later, Susan struggled from beneath his hulking frame and sat up, licking at the stray globs of cum on her cheeks and chin.
Caleb looked wounded, exhausted. His knees were drawn up to his chest, his eyes closed with total exhaustion. Soft moans escaped his lips.
As she watched him, a glint of pleasure sparkled in Susan's eyes. She looked around wildly for a few seconds, then spotted the knife. Taking the blade between her bound feet, she began sawing at the ropes that wrapped her wrists. When she was free, she reached over and picked up a pitchfork and stood over the man. Holding the pointed ends with both hands, she let the handle crash down on the back of his head. Caleb grunted, then was silent. "As they say in the country," she said with a gasp, "what's good for the goose is good for the gander." She tied his hands together and then threw the long end over the rafter in the loft. It took a great deal of effort, but she finally managed to pull him to a standing position. She secured the rope on a wall stud, then examined her work.
"There," she said, "I don't think you'll get loose."
Although she didn't exactly know what she was going to do, her heart was thundering with anticipation. He was now her prisoner, and she was going to make him pay.
"You bastard," she said, dropping to her knees and surrounding his ankles with lengths of rope. "It's...my turn."
She looked around the barn and spotted what looked like reins. She walked over and took them off the wall, discarded two, then wrapped the end of the third around her palm.
"Wake up, baby," she said softly, nearing the strung-up man. "Susan has a big surprise for you."
There was no response from the unconscious Caleb.
"Oh, this is going to be good," Susan whispered to herself, her eyes widening with pleasure. She looked at the hard angles of his muscular body, the thick cock that hung from his crotch. "So...fucking good . . . "
She lifted the six-foot length of brown leather and popped it through the air. The tip of it hit his chest with a cracking smack.
"Ohhhhhh!" Caleb screamed out, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.
"You like it?" Susan said, her emotions out of control. "Tell me you like it, bastard!"
Caleb quickly took in the situation then shot a look of pure hatred toward Susan.
"When I get free I'll break your cocksucking neck!" he spat.
"When?" Susan mimicked. "You mean if, you sonofabitch."
"I'll . . . "
She popped the leather again, hitting his shoulder.
"Hey, I'm getting pretty good with this," she said over his tortured scream. "Let's see if I can get about two inches below that sweet cock of yours."
"No!" Caleb yelled out. "God, please...no . . . "
Susan popped the leather, hitting him about three inches above the right knee.
"Close," she said, her voice hoarse with ecstasy. "Let's see just how close I can get."
Caleb flinched, causing every muscle in his body to pop out like snakes. This bitch was crazy! She'd beat his prick to death!
"God, Susan, I promise you I won't hurt you if you . . . "
The leather came slashing forward once more.
Six inches above the knee. It missed his cockhead by the width of her palm.
"How was that?" she asked, her eyes demonic, her chest heaving with excitement. "Don't I make you proud, you bastard?"
"Jesus, Susan, please . . . "
"Something tells me you'd better get it up, and get it up in a hurry," she said. "I'm going for your cockhead now."
Caleb felt desperate, knowing she would do it. But, shit, how can a man get it up-and out of the way, for God's sake-if he's getting the hell beat out of him?
He looked at those beautiful tits, the way they tilted upward, capped with pink, rubbery nipples. And that pussy. Christ, was it tight. He remembered poking into it, gouging it with hot cum.
His cock slowly throbbed, began to rise.
Thank you, Jesus, thank you.
"Ah, now that's what I want to see," Susan said, lifting her hand once more. She looked at the red welts on his thigh, the thickening prick. "I want to see you rock-hard. Ready for action." She moved closer and brushed the leather whip over his face. "You ready for action, bastard?" she said.
"What do you want?" Caleb asked, trying desperately to free himself. "Goddammit, bitch, what do you fucking want from me!"
"I want to hear you scream, mother-fucker," Susan said, her lips turning white. "I want you to...hurt."
"When I get loose, you whore, I'm going to . . . "
When he didn't finish, Susan looked him in the eye.
"You're going to do what?" she said, her voice just above a whisper.
Caleb spit in her face.
The aura of Susan's rage seemed to fill the barn, press against the walls. She took a quick step backward and lashed his body with the whip.
"Take it, you bastard!" she screamed, her voice like that of a tortured animal. "Take it! Take it!"
She struck him over and over until her arm throbbed with exhaustion. And each time she saw the long, red welt the leather made, her pleasures increased. Finally, she hit him with her remaining strength and fell to the dirt, her climax puncturing her guts like a knife.
As she writhed at his feet, Caleb smiled. He had known pain before, but soon he was to know pleasure. He knew that only too well.
"Cut me down and get what you deserve," he commanded.
"No," Susan cried out, her orgasm peaking. "God...no!"
"I said, cut me down!"
With her body still trembling with climax, Susan grabbed the knife and stood on wobbly knees. She lunged forward and cut into the ropes. Then, as his body fell against hers, she screamed.
Her voice carried as far as the bedroom where John, Zeke, David and Ma slept, cutting into their brains just as savagely as the blade had sliced the hemp.
"My...God!" Ma said, scrambling from the bed. "Caleb's got her!"
Zeke was the first one out the door.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
They lay on the straw, their bodies against each other. Their hands were outstretched, as were their legs, as if they were afraid to touch each other except where cunt met cock. Susan's head was to one side, Caleb's head lifted high.
"Fuck me," Susan said, her words piercing into Caleb's brain. "Fuck me as only you can."
"No," the man said, a cruel smile on his face.
"Please."
"No."
The rest of the family-Zeke, David, John and Ma-burst into the barn like a herd of cattle. They all stopped suddenly and bumped into each other.
There was no blood, no broken arms, nothing. Only two people lying on the straw, as if each were on a cross.
"Fuck me," Susan said, her eyes frozen on Caleb's.
"No," he said, unaware that his mother and brothers had even entered the barn.
"Then let me fuck her," Zeke said stupidly, interrupting the magic.
"Huh?" both Susan and Caleb said, looking at the concerned faces. They then began laughing, holding onto each other passionately.
"You didn't hurt her, did you?" Ma asked, moving a little closer.
"Yes he did," Susan said, her eyes still burning into Caleb's. "He...he broke my heart."
"Caleb!" Ma yelled out. "You...broke her heart?" she added slowly.
She knelt down beside Susan and her son and touched their bodies, feeling her sex-hunger build. She then looked at the girl, feeling as if she'd known Susan all her life. The exchange between them crossed all barriers.
"Ma, you can stop worrying," Susan said softly. "We can both take care of your boys now."
"Then you'll...be staying?" Ma dared.
"I'll stay here until I die," Susan said, feeling free for the first time in her life.
"Boys? Did you hear that?" Ma said, her eyes glinting with pleasure. "She's going to stay with us. No more looking for girls to please you."
"No one has ever pleased me before," Caleb said, looking at Susan. "You're the only one."
"Well, son, you haven't given me a shot," his mother said, grinning.
"Come over here, Ma," Caleb said, tenderness in his voice for the first time in his life, "I want to show you how much I love you. Love Susan."
His mother lay down beside the girl and stroked her son's back. She then lifted her head as he lowered his face down on hers. They kissed, while he pumped his ass up and down, grinding his cock rhythmically in and out of Susan's cunt.
"Can I fuck too?" Zeke asked, approaching.
"Jesus," David whispered to John, "maybe the wizard will give him some brains."
Zeke knelt beside Susan and thrust his rock-hard cock in her throat.
Soon, John and David joined them. They began writhing together like a mass of snakes, cock in cunt, mouth on prick. Susan and Ma pleased them over and over, until the barn reeked with steamy sex.
At last, Susan moved away from their bodies and stumbled from the barn. As the late afternoon sun hit her face, she closed her eyes and smiled. She looked around the farm, at the cotton fields, the rows of corn, and stretched.
Her naked body glistened in the sun as she leaned against the side of the barn. For a moment, she thought of Larry, of the truck driver, then smiled again.
She had found a home.
Casting one last glimpse in the direction of the highway where they had found her, she then walked back into the darkness of the barn, and into light.
