Chapter 13
"Baby, that was really something! You really got going there toward the end," sighed Levi, streams of perspiration draining blindingly into his eyes beneath the hood. "I kept hoping you'd come around . . . but you were even better than I would have hoped for. But don't worry . . . there's plenty more in store for you before I'm finished."
He pulled his limp penis from the wet grip between her legs and lifted his weight off her still-trembling naked body. With a sadistic grin, he gave her tender rectum one last farewell poke, making her squirm and groan as she stared emptily into the ceiling.
Pat sprawled on the bed, her flesh-colored stockings sagging sensually in a pile about her ankles, her curly pubic hairs matted with the sticky essence of their frenzied love-making. Her naked breasts, streaked with the marks of his fingers and reddened from the friction of his rough undershirt, rose and fell with gasping, erratic turbulence. Beneath her, there was a widening circle of marked wetness where her love-channel had emptied its juices in a torrent along the deep crevice of her buttocks.
"You . . . you almost k-killed me," she moaned softly.
"You're out of your mind, bitch," laughed Levi evilly, "that was nothing compared to what I'll give you later . . . I'm just getting my second wind." He rose from the bed, rubbing the sweat from his inner thighs with both palms and surveying his limp, dangling prick with a satisfied grin across his face. He wished he could pull off the hood, but that was out of the question, so he quickly put that wish out of his mind. Maybe later, he told himself, but not now . . .
He climbed back into his clothes, sitting alongside the naked woman on the bed. She made no effort to even move from her sprawled position.
"I guess my buddy's gonna want some of you, so you'd better keep your clothes off. No sense wasting time getting dressed and undressed. Of course, he might have already gotten his cookies off with that young bitch, Kathi, while we were in here."
Pat's head jerked suddenly from the rumpled bed. "No! You gave me your promise! You can't do that!"
Levi touched his finger to her lips, the same one he'd used to violate her forbidden orifice just minutes before. "I've heard all I want to hear about Kathi. I'll make the decisions around here . . . and I'll make 'em when I get good and ready, you understand?"
Pat nodded dumbly that she did, and kept her plea to herself.
"Now, you just sit tight, and I'll send you some fresh meat," sneered Levi as he opened the bedroom door.
Lawrence instantly turned as he heard the doorknob turn, just in time to catch a quick glimpse of his naked wife stretched on the bed. Even from the living room, he could see from the glistening sheen of her legs and tits what she'd been through. He tugged fiercely at his ropes, straining until the veins stood out in ridges on his flushed face.
"Hey, cool it, old man," ordered Levi, "you'd better save some of that strength for Pat. After the fucking I just gave her, you'll have to do a lot better to live up to my reputation."
Lawrence lunged half-way off the sofa, but Richard was right behind him to shove him back in place. "You maniac! If I could get free, I'd tear your head off right now!"
But Levi chose to ignore his gutless threats as long as he and Richard had the gun. He looked around for Lisa and Holly, but didn't see them at first. "What happened to the broads?" he asked Richard.
Richard gestured with the gun toward the back door. "They went out to get some food. You know how they are, always stuffing their faces."
"Went out?" shouted Levi, his hands in the air, "and you just stood by and let them? What if somebody sees 'em leaving here and gets suspicious? Anybody could be driving by while they're getting dressed in the car! Have you lost your mind?"
Richard lowered his head. "I guess it was pretty stupid, huh? I'm sorry ... I just wasn't thinking, that's all."
"Well, you'd better start thinking, goddamn it! I know what's on your mind . . . You can't wait to get into that young bitch's pants, right?"
Kathi involuntarily clenched her thighs together at his words as she sat opposite her father on the sofa, mute with fear.
"No! Honest, man . . . I've been about to cum in my drawers waiting for you to finish with the old broad. How was she? Like falling in a cavern, wasn't it?"
"Hell no, she's got a pussy like a twenty year old. But don't take my word for it . . . get in there and get some while she's nice and wet."
Lawrence Davies shook his head hopelessly, "Please . . . Please leave us alone. Haven't you done enough to us? We won't call the police . . . not now, not anytime. If you'll only let us be."
Levi walked over and stood right in front of the tortured man. "Tell you what ... If you don't give me any trouble, I'll let you and your kid watch your wife getting it. Bet you'd get a bang out of that, huh, old man?"
"You disgusting degenerate!" Lawrence flared as he jerked at his bonds. "I swear before God I'll kill you for this. I'll kill you!"
"You'll have to find me first, sport," answered Levi. "But I'll tell you one thing. If that wife of yours is as good at finding people as she is at fucking, you won't have any trouble at all."
Richard closed the door behind him, and studied the naked matronly figure lying on the bed. She had turned on her belly, exposing the soft, resilient cheeks of her ass to his eager eyes. Her naked flesh quivered in periodic ripples as she lay sobbing hopelessly down into the pillow.
She seemed unaware of his presence, for her legs were slightly apart, giving him a full, unobstructed look at her luscious thighs, and at the stickied, matted curls of her pussy hair framed in the junction of her legs.
He unzipped his trousers and began to climb onto the large bed beside her. She rolled over quickly as she felt someone's weight shake the bed. "Oh, please . . . not yet," she begged. "I'm so sore ... I don't think I could stand it so soon."
Richard laughed at her plea, "You don't have to worry about that. I'll do all the work; all you got to do is spread those good-looking legs of yours, and let me get at that sweet pussy . . . I'll take care of the rest."
Resigned finally to her wretched fate, Pat obediently opened her thighs wide, opening up the delicious passageway to her warm, moist slit. Richard could see clearly the ragged, pink lips of her vagina, and the slightly-spread fleshy edges of her inviting tunnel.
"Not that way, honey. Up on your knees!"
She didn't move at first, only stared searchingly into his cold, gray eyes framed in the narrow slits of his black hood. Unlike the other one, he had pulled off his undershirt, and he stood towering before her wearing nothing on his lean, sinewy body except the black cowl.
"Don't tell me you don't know what I mean? I know that old man of yours is pretty slow, but surely he's not that stupid. Doesn't he know anything besides the missionary position?"
"I ... I know what you mean," whispered Pat, "I guess I was just hoping you'd be different. . . Not mean and cruel like the other man."
"Bitch, you'll find out just how evil I am if you don't turn over and get up on those pretty little knees before I get mad!"
Pat followed his orders, clutching her tear-stained pillow as she knelt in abject humiliation before her master. He backed away a second to get one long, careful look at her tantalizing damp slit framed between the globes of her buttocks. Her flesh was still wet from her first abusement, and a sticky trail of semen from Levi's ravishment stretched along the inside of her left thigh.
As she watched over her shoulder curiously, Richard fumbled through the top drawer of the Early American dresser opposite the king-sized bed. "There's no money in there, if that's what you're after."
Richard pulled a neatly ironed handkerchief from under a pile of folded underwear. "Money, money, money . . . man, that's all you people know how to say. Even that cock-sucking old man of yours tried to buy me off while you were fucking my friend . . . Wanted me to fink on my pals and he'd pay me a thousand dollars. Can you beat that, a thousand dollars. Shit, money doesn't mean a goddamn thing to me. I'd wipe my ass with his lousy thousand dollars. I almost pumped him right there . . . just to show him what his fucking money means to me."
"If it's not money you're looking for, then why did you come here at all?" asked Pat cautiously.
"It looks like you're in a position to know," chuckled Richard. "Here, let me clean that juicy hole of yours up some . . . Open those thighs so I can wipe it out good."
She turned away in humiliation as he carefully cleaned away all the evidence of Levi's rigorous lovemaking, gently wiping the sticky, tender flanges of her pussy.
"There . . . that's better. I don't want any mess around your cunt except my own, and there'll be plenty when I'm finished."
He positioned himself behind her on the bed, drawing his erect prick up between her smooth, shivering thighs. "I've got a better idea . . . Put your legs together - it's better that way."
She obeyed immediately, her face hidden in the softness of her pillow, as if by not seeing this awful defiling degradation it would be any less debasing.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she gasped as his penis slithered wetly into the moist depths of her fleshy sheath. She could feel the warm walls give way creamily as his rigid manhood sank into her belly.
He wasted no time building his plundering, devastating pace, banging his cudgel into her hot tunnel with strong, violent snapping movements from his bare hips, and she had not been prepared for so much energy so soon.
"Not so hard . . . please, you're splitting me open!"
Richard didn't answer, but slammed his pelvis again and again against her quivering, soft buttocks as his long, aching cock sank to its base in her warm, wet pussy-sheath.
She buried her head beneath the pillow to smother her gasping cries as this lean, muscular young man ravished her from behind with fantastic zeal, rocking in and out of her sore, fragile channel.
With a seemingly boundless reserve of energy, Richard tantalizingly kept up the agonizing pace, thrusting right up to the hilt, then rocking back on his knees until the blood-filled tip nearly slipped from her clasping grip.
"You really want it bad, don't you bitch?" he snarled. His prick had drawn far back to touch just the soft inner labia of his victim's twitching cunt. "Tell me how bad you want it. Go on, tell me, or I'll bring Kathi in here and fuck her right before your eyes, Pat baby."
"Oh no, not that, please . . . please, I'll do anything you say ... I want it, yes I want it bad . . . fuck me all you want but please . . . not Kathi . . . Aaaaggghhh!"
Richard added to her helpless misery by gouging his prick to the very hilt, pinching her bulging hips as he held her firmly impaled on his long skewering spear. Then he really began to pour it on, while his hands reached under her to fondle her huge, dangling breasts swaying beneath her as she squirmed in agony on the impaling shaft ripping into her insides.
She felt her own warm juices lubricating the narrow passage as he plowed into her, and she tried to hide her shame once again under the pillow, humiliated at the awareness of her own uncontrollable lubricious yielding. But her body was aflame with hot desire now, and unbridled lust was beginning to take the place of her self-imposed, heroic martyrdom.
Closing her eyes, her lips parted, she groaned incessantly, punctuated with short, gasping breaths snatched between her lover's maddening thrusts. She wriggled and jerked back on his long pole, backing even further onto the thin, hard shaft as her hips ground tightly against his soaked pelvis.
Richard painfully clenched his muscular buttocks together, skillfully holding back his gushing load until this naked, wriggling woman was shoved up and over the brink of her orgasm.
In a few more too-brief minutes, he could hold it no longer, and with a boisterous cry he emptied his balls deep within her, as her hips arched upward and outward, hungrily nibbling at his loins.
She shrieked a loud, satisfied gasp of tortured, unfettered ecstasy . . . drawn once more to a shuddering climax by her virile, expert ravishers. He withdrew with a wet slurping noise, and went back into the living room without bothering to cover his nakedness.
Kathi Davies gasped as he entered the room, and turned her face away in blushed embarrassment. But young Kerry Davies could not pull his curious stare away from the hooded man's huge, dangling organ hanging in a wet, dripping mess from his matted, bushy loins.
Lawrence Davies could not bring himself to even look at the horrible taunting sight; it gnawed away like flames in his knotted belly when he thought of his precious Pat being throttled like a common whore by these men. He swore a blood-oath to revenge their depraved acts, if it took him forever.
All the lights except one were out when Levi finally shoved the naked, ravaged Pat into the living room. Lawrence's eyes were filled with tears of helpless futility as the man pushed his nude wife like some worthless cow onto the sofa beside him. "I didn't want you to miss anything, Pat baby. Little Miss Kathi is about to strip naked for us. We didn't want you to get lonely running around without any clothes."
"Oh . . . M-mother, please help me! Don't make me do it, Mommie!" Kathi sobbed hysterically, as she sank down on her knees and clasped her hands together as if in fervent appeal. But Richard reached down with the free hand, still clutching the .38 in the other, and yanked her back to her feet by her hair as she screamed in agony.
"Leave her alone you animals!" yelled Lawrence, up on his feet and hobbling to his daughter's aid with his ankles tied firmly together. Levi took one quick step and decked him with a sudden jab that spilled him over the coffee table and onto the floor. Pat rushed to his side tearfully.
"Darling, darling! Are you all right! Answer me!"
He motioned her away groggily with a sweep of his head and pulled himself up to a sitting position against the wall.
"If you've got half a brain, Pat, you'll keep him quiet," muttered Levi. "Or I'll quiet him permanently."
Pat crouched at her husband's side, with no attempt now to cover her ' nakedness. The soaked, matted curls of her pussyhair spoke only too well and eloquently of what had been done but she made no effort to cover her shame.
"I've got something special in mind for Pat and Kathi," said Levi. "Something that ought to get Lawrence and little Kerry here horny enough to fuck each other. I remember a movie I saw once, about a couple of dykes . . . eating each other out like 69, only without any men. That sounds like just the thing for little Kathi here. Get your clothes off, baby, and get on top of Mommy there. She'll show you what to do . . . won't you Mommy?"
"Oh God, how can you even think of such a filthy thing ... I won't do it ... I won't!" Her dark-circled eyes watered, but there were no more tears.
"It's either that or watch her get fucked right here . . . It's up to you and Kathi, or we'll stretch her out here and pop her cork good."
"Oh my poor baby," wailed Pat. "You'd better do as they say. It's so horrible ... I can't bear to think of them touching you."
"I can't, Mother! I'm so ashamed ... I can't take my clothes off in front of these men and Kerry," sobbed Kathi.
"You can take 'em off now, or we'll do it for you," growled Richard.
Kathi nervously looked around the room, her moist eyes darting from her mother to her father to Kerry, and back to the horrible men. She grabbed the bottom of her pullover top, and tugged it off her body, revealing her tightly clinging white nylon bra.
"Stand up ... I want a better look," snapped Levi, "and get that bra off next."
Richard licked his lips as his eyes feasted on the succulent, round titties perched high in her restraining halter, the' pert coral-pink circles in whose centers there arose the dainty, jutting buds of her nipples. She fumbled nervously with the straps and hooks, and let it flutter to the floor, leaving her half-naked with the magnificent ivory peaks of her virgin titties exposed to all those probing eyes.
Kerry tried not to look, but he couldn't look away even for a second as his ripening older sister treated him to a look at her secret treasures.
"Now the shorts," Levi's voice came thick and heavy with rutting anticipation. Again the sobbing, half-naked teenager obeyed, unbuttoning them and stooping to push them down over her long legs until they reached her ankles, and she stepped out of them. Now all she had remaining were thin nylon panties which clung tightly against the prominent mound of her virgin genitals; through the-crotch of them one could see the vague outline of her triangular patch of dark pussyhair.
"Everything," Levi pointed to the panties, and Kathi began to cry again as she slowly and with trembling fingers pulled down the flimsy nylon veil. Immediately she clapped a hand over her naked pussy, and crooked her elbow so her other arm covered the vulnerable nakedness of her firm, soaring breasts. She could see her little brother Kerry, staring incredulously out of the sides of his eyes as he tried not to look, but found the spectacle too inviting.
Kathi was sobbing so hard she could hardly see, but her terror at the sight of Levi's loaded .38 made her awkwardly assume the lascivious pose her captors ordered. Stretching out slowly over her mother, supporting herself with the palms of her hands as she crawled over her mother's body where she lay trembling on the carpeted floor, following Levi's explicit instructions.
When her face was just over her mother's loins, she felt her apply pressure to the small of her back, pushing her mouth right down against her mother's soft, resilient pubic slit. "Just relax, honey, and do what I do . . . I'll show you what they want of us."
Then suddenly Kathi felt her mother's warm quivering lips press against her virgin cunt and apply a gentle, lingering kiss. She uttered a gasp and squirmed uneasily while her own lips brushed her mother's pussyhair. "Do it to me, baby ... do as I do. We have to do what they want us to."
Kathi took one last look at the two towering hooded figures rising over her, and with a cry she planted a trembling kiss on her mother's wet fleshy cunt. As her mother led the way, Kathi obediently followed her example, responding with surprising fervor as her mother pressed her loins down to her probing lips. Without knowing it, she could taste the pungent sweetness of her mother's love juices as her lips parted the fleecy down of her pussy.
"Would you look at 'em go for each other," Richard breathed, his prick stiffening with savage hardness.
"You've got to do it until you both cream, so lay it on good," Levi directed.
"Oh, Kathi, do as I show you, please ... I can't let them hurt you, my precious."
Kathi felt her mother's lips press through the soft pussyfur and find the coral pink petals of her virgin slit. And she felt her mother's tonguetip delicately rimming the moist flanges of her orifice. She moaned and sobbed, and her quivering bottom was suddenly throbbing with another feeling that brushed aside her shame. It was her own sexuality being awakened ... as she had secretly wakened it herself that afternoon when Kerry had found her lying naked on her own bed playing with herself.
She knew the only escape from the shameful humiliation was to kiss and suck and lick just as her mother was doing to her pussy. And soon the two women began to writhe and groan and sob and gasp as, under the very real threat of the frightening pistol, Kathi and Pat sucked each other until suddenly Kathi lifted a sobbing cry. "Oh Mother, I feel so strange . . . Ooooohhh, I ... I ... " and her body heaved and thrashed, so that Pat had to grind her fingers into her daughter's naked sides to hold her loins to her own mouth to complete the task of bringing her own tender virgin daughter to the ecstasy of this forbidden climax.
And in turn, excited by what she was doing as well as by what Kathi was doing to her, Pat felt her own weak flesh betray her for the third time . . . twice with the two men, and now drawn to fulfillment by her own sweet daughter's innocent lips and tongue! As the four men - Richard, Levi, her husband, and her son - watched in disbelief, the two naked squirming bodies on the floor wriggled and jerked and finally sagged together in the creamy throes of their hot, mutual orgasm!