Chapter 3
Willie pulled his still-hard cock from Lyn's mouth and swung away from her. For a moment, the depraved man watched his sister as she licked and mouthed the captive teenager's cunt. Finally, Joyce raised her pussy-juice-smeared face and licked her tongue over her lips.
"She good and juicy for me?" Willie asked Joyce.
Joyce nodded. "What about me?" she asked. "I need to cum, too."
"Go sit on her face," Willie ordered.
"NOOOOO!" Lyn screamed.
She just couldn't stand that. Lick Joyce's pussy? She'd rather die first! Then Willie swung the belt, slashing the end artfully against Lyn's erect and throbbing clit.
"HHHHHAAAAA!" Lyn shrieked as her body shook in pain.
"See, doll," Willie smirked, "you don't have any real choice. You can do it now, or after I beat you a little, but you're going to eat Joyce's box out. You understand?"
He drew back the belt to strike her again and Lyn broke. "I ... All right, I'll do it," she whimpered, her voice as filled with tears as her eyes were. The evil brother and sister smiled at each other as Joyce walked up the bed and stood over Lyn's face. Lewdly, she bent her knees, opening her cunt.
"Look at her cunt," Willie snarled.
Lyn forced her eyes open. Joyce's cunt was just above her face. The teenager could actually see the droplets of moisture that had formed on the slick surface. Joyce reached down between her legs and spread the puffy labes obscenely apart.
"You better lick her cunt good," Willie snarled as he knelt between Lyn's legs. He reached out and traced his hand down the wet surface of her pussy, then stabbed a finger into her twat.
"I could beat you, or fuck you in the ass," Willie reminded her. As he spoke, he drove the finger that had been in her twat deep into her asshole.
"HHHHHIIIIIEEEEE!" Lyn screamed in agony.
Joyce squatted over her face, enveloping the teenager's nose and mouth in the wet folds of her snatch. She tangled her fingers in Lyn's hair and pressed her face even tighter to the slippery cunt.
"Lick it. Lick my cunt," Joyce moaned.
Lyn was going to refuse, until Willie raked his fingernail along the sensitive membranes of her asshole. "Do as she says," he warned the terrified young girl. Lyn was too scared not to obey.
"AAAaaahhhh!" Joyce cried as she felt the younger girl's tongue snake its way into her cunt.
Lyn whipped her tongue around in the sloppy snatch, determined to get this degradation over with as soon as she could. All she wanted to do was get away from the evil pair that seemed bent on destroying her nicely ordered world.
Willie grinned as he heard his sister moaning with rapture. He pulled his finger from Lyn's asshole, making a popping sound that embarrassed the teenager as much as anything else that they had done to her.
She wanted to scream when she felt Willie start rubbing the head of his cock up and down the length of her cuntal furrow. But her screams seemed to serve no purpose except to excite them, so she remained silent, although her flesh crawled with revulsion.
Joyce's fingernails were digging into her scalp as she hunched her cunt back and forth over Lyn's face. The crying teenager ran her tongue along the cuntal furrow, hating it, but knowing that if she did not comply, what would happen to her could be worse than what was already happening.
The cock-head slithered around in the outer part of her cunt, then rested against the dilated entrance to her twat. Lyn moaned as she sensed Willie was tormenting her even further by delaying. There was nothing short of a miracle that could keep her from getting fucked for the first time. And Lyn didn't believe in miracles.
With a savage thrust, Willie drove his cock halfway into the tightness of her virgin cunt.
"HHHHHAAAAA!" Lyn screamed involuntarily as the hard cock ripped through her cherry. She could feel nothing but pain.
Lyn had, actually, been looking forward to her first fuck. But she hadn't expected it to come like this. She had assumed that she would give her cherry to some guy that she liked, some guy that she had been dating and making out with. She certainly hadn't expected to lose her cherry to her stepmother's brother, to be raped.
Willie jammed his cock farther into her cunt-hole. Lyn was crying harder than ever, but she didn't let her tears interfere with her licking of Joyce's cunt. She knew that the evil pair were capable of anything; if she didn't comply with their demands, there was no telling what they might do to her.
"Yessssss!" Joyce hissed as Lyn's tongue fluttered against her swollen clit. "There! There!" she moaned.
Lyn kept her tongue working against the engorged clit. The sooner she satisfied Joyce, the sooner Joyce would leave her alone.
Willie was slamming his cock into her tortured twat, pulling it almost out, then driving it to the very opening of her cervix. Each time he thrust into her cunt, it was a little easier, for her body was betraying her, her cunt growing wetter and wetter. Lyn knew it was a purely physical reaction to what had been done to her, but she still could not help but feel ashamed. She shouldn't be finding any enjoyment in the perverted things they were doing to her, yet she was.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Joyce chanted.
Lyn gulped, but drew the swollen clit into her mouth. She slashed her tongue across the erect nubbin time and time again, trying to end the awful things that were happening to her before she came. That would be the ultimate in her degradation, to climax while they were abusing her.
As Willie raped her, he reached up and closed his hands over the generous mounds of her tits, mawling them harshly. As if he knew how humiliating it would be to her if she came, he ground his loins into hers each time he rammed his cock into her twat. His pelvic bone rubbed against her clitoris and Lyn, to her disgust, felt her hips try to respond to the savage invasion of her cunt.
"Jesus Christ," Willie barked, "she's fucking me back! I shoulda gotten this little slut a long time ago. She fucks like it's all she's good for."
He drove his cock in and out of her steadily, plowing it to the bottom of Lyn's cunt-hole with each inward thrust of his hips. The red-headed teenager continued to cry, but she couldn't deny what he was saying. Her hips were straining upward when he was withdrawing from her twat; they were twisting and squirming around as he slid his dick back into her hole. Although it disgusted her, the girl knew she was getting a small amount of pleasure from being fucked.
They can't keep this up much longer, Lyn told herself.
She could feel her chin growing wetter and knew that Joyce had to be leaking cunt juice as a result of Lyn's sucking on her clit. The harsh, ragged quality of Willie's breathing told her that he, too, was on the verge of cumming. Lyn had heard too many guys breathing the same way when she'd jerked them off not to know what it meant.
Joyce shifted, pressing her swollen twat to Lyn's mouth. "Put your tongue in my hole," the older woman moaned. "Fuck me with your tongue."
Lyn shuddered at the thought. But she eased her tongue into the clammy recesses of Joyce's cunt.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" Joyce screamed as Lyn began tongue-fucking her twat. There was something about forcing the younger girl to eat her out that was driving Joyce wilder than she had been in a long time.
Willie continued to hammer away at her snatch, slamming his cock into Lyn's hole harder and faster. She was aware of the squishy sound of her juice being forced out of her twat by his driving cock, and the sound excited her. There was no longer any doubt in the troubled teenager's mind that, no matter what happened with her and these evil two, she was not going to stop fucking.
"Hhhuuhhh! Hhhhuuuhhh! HHHhuuuhhhhh!" Joyce cried, hunching her snatch back and forth against Lyn's wet face.
The older teenager rubbed her swollen clit against Lyn's nose as the younger girl continued to saw her tongue in and out of the other girl's twat, unconsciously duplicating the rhythm that Willie's cock was following as it rode in and out of her own wet twat.
From the way he was digging his fingers into her resilient tits, Lyn was sure Willie was about to cum. Joyce was surely on the verge of cumming; her fluids were pouring out of her cunt in ever-increasing abundance. Lyn was forced to swallow the slightly salty juice occasionally, just to keep her mouth clear. To her amazement, Joyce's pussy cream wasn't distasteful.
That was the terrible thing about the whole episode: If it weren't for the fact that she was being forced to perform the acts she was, if it weren't for the fact that she had no choice in the matter, Lyn might have found a great deal of pleasure in everything that was happening to her. Even eating Joyce's pussy, an act that Lyn was sure she'd never again perform, wasn't as bad as she'd imagined it was going to be when she'd first been forced to stick her tongue into the older girl's snatch.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Joyce screamed. Her juice gushed out of her pussy, almost flooding Lyn's mouth. The tormented girl had to swallow; her mouth was too full for her to do otherwise.
Lyn felt Willie's cock swell even more in her twat. Then his cum was jetting into her cunt as he ground his loins against hers. He squeezed her throbbing nipples unmercifully as he rode his pelvic bone against her throbbing clit.
"MMMMMmmmpppffff!" Lyn moaned against Joyce's soggy cunt. She was cumming herself, hating herself for doing it but still shuddering as hard as she ever had when some guy had rubbed her pussy until she'd creamed.
"SSSHHHIIITTTT!" Willie cried as he felt the hot little teenager's cunt muscles constrict around his cock. He sent gob after gob of hot jism spurting into her twat, until his cum and hers started oozing out around his cock and trickling down her ass to soak his balls.
Joyce toppled away from Lyn's face and Willie collapsed over the bound teenager. "Jesus, Jesus!" he gasped as Lyn's cunt muscles continued to constrict and relax, grasping his cock and then letting go of it, only to grasp it again.
"I don't suppose you want to forget the whole thing, do you?" Willie asked, after he'd recovered and pulled away from Lyn.
She just stared at him in amazement. Did he really think she would let him and his evil sister get away with what they had done to her?
"No," he said. "I didn't think so." He rose from the bed and looked at Joyce. "Leave her tied up until I get back," he said.
It was almost an hour later before Willie returned. In one hand, he had a dress that was an exact duplicate of the dress they had torn from her body.
"Willie, what are we going to do?" Joyce asked. She had showered and dressed and Lyn felt twice as vulnerable, sticky with their fluids and exposed entirely to their eyes as she was.
"Oh, it's simple," Willie answered. "She's gonna go to her old man and tell him what we did to her. You just have to get to him first and tell him that she's gonna give him the story, that she's gonna claim that we did everything we've done."
"What?" Joyce yelped. "Tell him what we've done to her?"
"Nawwwww," Willie explained. "Tell him that she's going to say that we did all these things to her. Make him think that it's all a lie she's going to tell, to try to keep him from believing the rest of what you're going to tell him."
"What's that?" Joyce demanded, gazing at her brother adoringly. If anybody could figure out how to rape and abuse a girl and get away with it, Willie could.
"Well, you went into Philly like you said you were going to," Willie explained. "Only, you got a headache and you came home. And you found little hot-pants here fucking some guy. When you started raising hell with him for screwing a girl that's underaged, he said he didn't know how old she was but he figured if she was old enough to sell her ass, she was old enough to have it bought.
"Naturally, you didn't believe him. Even though Lyn was acting snotty, you thought he was just trying to get out of trouble. But then you found out Lyn didn't even know him, that he was just passing through the area. And you searched her room and found the money."
"What money?" Joyce asked.
Her brother reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills. "This money," he answered, tossing the roll into the air. "Old Harry might not care much for me, he might believe the worst of me, but he's not gonna believe I threw away four hundred dollars to frame his daughter. No, he'll believe that she's running a game on him with her story of us raping her, because she figured it'd make him not believe you when you tell him that she's a whore."
Joyce grinned. "And by telling him all of the things she's going to tell him, I make it look like she made up everything and told me she was gonna lie if I told him about what I caught her doing."
"That's right," Willie agreed. "He'll believe you when he finds that I've got three people that'll swear I've been with them all day, since I got up this morning. And I'm gonna call you-know-who and tell her to say you were in her shop this morning.
"You see, babycakes," he said to Lyn, an evil smirk on his face. "We had you, and we still got you. The least that's gonna happen is that your old man is gonna beat your ass. He might do more than that."
Lyn knew Willie was telling the truth. She and her father had not been getting along since the death of her mother, and the hard feelings had continued to develop after Harry's remarriage.
Her mother had been an alcoholic, driven to drink by a husband who neglected her in favor of his business or the girls he ran around with. Lyn blamed her father for her mother's death and didn't hesitate to let him know that.
He might believe that she was selling herself. If he did, he might lock her up, put her in a hospital. He had threatened to put her mother in a hospital; there was no reason why he wouldn't do it to her.
"Oh, Willie, it's perfect!" Joyce exclaimed, clapping her hands.
He nodded. "I know guys like old Harry too well," he explained. "He'll buy the story. I just wish I could be here to see what he does to this stuck-up little bitch. But," he added philosophically, "you can't have everything."
"What about Lyn?" Joyce asked.
"Oh, you locked her in her room when you went to find him to tell him the bad news," Willie explained.
He took a knife from his pocket and cut the cloth holding Lyn's feet to the bed, then rolled her onto her belly to cut the stocking that was binding her hands. Lyn was too stiff from her tormented position to do more than let her hands fall away from each other. By the time she had regained some strength in her limbs, they had left her room and she'd heard the door locked from the outside.
Lyn was sure her father felt guilty about neglecting his first wife. That was one of the reasons why he was so attentive to Joyce. She also knew that he resented her being around, for she reminded him of her mother.
He'll lock me up in a hospital, Lyn thought. It'll get me out of his sight, so I don't remind him of Momma, and he won't have me reminding him how much Momma worked to fix this place up. He can let Joyce fuck the place up with all of her silly ideas.
The girl rose and paced the floor. As she thought, it seemed clearer and clearer to her that there were only two things she could do. She could stay and hope that her father would believe her instead of Joyce, which she didn't think he would do. Or she could run away.
She knew that, if she did the latter, her father would think it was a sign that she had done what Joyce was going to claim, but she didn't care. At least she would be free. She wouldn't end up in a mental hospital.
And she did have a place to go. Her mother had a brother who lived in Massachusetts. Lyn had never met her uncle Wayne, because her father disliked him intensely and had forbidden her mother to have him at the house. But he and her mother had corresponded, and Lyn did have his address. She could go to him and he'd protect her from her father. Her father wouldn't know where she was if she went to Uncle Wayne's.
She didn't know how much time she had before her father got home, but she was sure she couldn't delay any longer. She dragged herself from the bed and slipped back into her underwear, then added a sweatshirt that covered her upper torso and tits, but which left her midriff exposed. Lyn had listened to other girls talk about hitchhiking and knew that the sexier she looked, the better her chances of getting a ride. She donned a pair of shorts, then slipped her feet into ankle boots.
Hurriedly, she dragged her old Girl Scout pack from the top of the closet and filled it with clothing. At the last moment, she took all of her mother's jewelry and stuffed it into the bag.
Willie and Joyce thought that locking her in the room was going to keep her there. Lyn smiled as she thought of how Joyce was going to explain her disappearance. What she did was go into the bathroom and wiggle out the window, then make her way along the roof until she was at the back of the house. There was a tree there she climbed down easily. Lyn hadn't learned the means of getting in and out that way herself; a boy had climbed into her room one night on a bet. She had chased him away, of course, but only after he had waved to his friends from her bedroom window while she stood beside him. Good old Timmy, she thought. He wasn't around any longer, his folks had moved. For the first time, Lyn missed him.
Tiredly, she started walking. Massachusetts was a long way away.