Chapter 5
The girl's gloved thumb went up. The car went by without pausing. The backwash of air from its passage washed over he, adding its own bite to the unseasonably icy wind that ate through her coat and garments.
It was a hell of a day to hit the road. But then she didn't have much choice.
Though she tried to keep the memories safely chained away in the back of her head, some of them managed to escape anyhow. She remembered with a churning of nausea the way her father had kept fucking his giant blood-gorged prick in and out of her pain-filled pussy until long after the vast quantities of come stored in his balls had been exhausted into her naked, bound, abused body. How finally he'd pulled himself off her, his jism-slimed prick oozing like a worm from her pussy, and then knelt behind her and lay the lank length of cock between the once-snowy hillocks of her ass. The tender furrow between her buttcheeks was even more sensitive than usual, due to the whipping he'd given her. The touch of the fat, gooey cock on her asscrack had been incredibly gross.
He'd left her, then, to take a shower. Afterwards he came back and fucked her again, while she screamed and struggled with renewed pain. Even the second time around her pussy hadn't been able to take in that enormous slab of cockmeat without agony!
This time was different, though. Brown didn't fuck his captive daughter's pussy till he blew off a second load of jism. Instead he pumped her cunt until he was on the very razor edge of coming, then yanked his prick free of Joss's cunt, moved to the head of the bed, and held the girl's nose till she had to open her mouth to breathe. Then he'd fucked his cock expertly between her unwilling lips, jammed the throbbing length of prick to the hilt in her throat.
There had been something slippery and strong-tasting on her father's cock when he face-fucked her, and from the blow-job she'd given her brother she knew it wasn't come. It was the fragrant sauce of her own pussy! She didn't know what sickened her more-the forbidden flavor of pussy, the knowledge that it was her own cunt juice she was being forced to consume along with her father's cock-or the knowledge that her traitor body had responded enough to the brutal, incestuous rape for her pussy to lubricate itself with hot, thick cunt oils!
But the huge prick was no sooner thrust to the balls between her cheeks than it quivered and fired off another charge of jism, choking her, filling her throat and mouth with bleachy come-taste. That had at least eradicated the essense of cunt that tormented the girl. And after drinking her own brother's come so avidly, being forced to swallow her father's sizzling sperm wasn't all that bad.
At least it didn't hurt so much as having that outsized cock ream her tender twat.
He'd released her then, thrown her from the bedroom naked, shivering, half-crazy with grief and humiliation, desolate with the realization that the world she'd grown up in had fallen in ashes about her.
Her brother's door was closed when she went to her own room. He must have still been out from the blow their father had given him when he'd gone to Joss's aid. She stood at the doorway for a moment, fearful that he was dead. Then she heard his regular slow breathing. She felt an urge to go to him, see if he needed her care. But she lacked the strength. Her own plight was more than she could handle.
Instead she'd crept on into her own bed and cried herself into a sleep filled with formless dreams of violence and pain.
She'd risen with a dawn the color of dirty cotton. The house was dead still. She'd dressed hurriedly, taken her pitiful savings from its hiding place in the back of an old photo album, pulled on her coat and the yellow wool stocking cap with the pompom on top her mother had given her last Christmas. The feeling of degradation of the night before had passed like the pain of the beating and forcible fucking by her father-or rather had died into a vague, numb ache within her. Not even the thought of her mother, so recently dead, stirred emotion within her. All she allowed herself to feel was the certain, pressing conviction that she could not stay in the same house with her father a second longer.
Sooner or later it would catch up with her, the pain. But by the time it did she had to be gone far and fast.
She made herself think rationally. She couldn't go to hide at a friend's house, and she couldn't go back to school. Her dreams of being a cheerleader, so recently on their way to fulfillment, faded into nothingness. She knew she could never bring herself to tell anyone what reason she had for running away from home. Especially since it was her own horniness, her own seducing her brother into eating her virgin cunt while she sucked his delicious and delightful prick, that had gotten her into trouble in the first place!
That meant that if she was caught she'd be sent straight back to her father. And that she couldn't take. She'd kill herself first!
Something within her rebelled at the notion of suicide. Part of her mind was still lucid enough to remind her that however terrible things were, she was still young, with most of life before her. Things would be better. Some day.
But now, all she had was twenty-seven dollars and eleven cents, a wintry day, a line of cars passing on the freeway as if the lonely, slender girl standing on the shoulder with thumb extended didn't even exist.
She was so numb with cold and deep depression that for a moment it didn't register that the last vehicle to pass had been slowing in the shoulder lane, its right signal blinking as if it meant to pull to the side. There was no freeway exit for another mile and a half. With something like hope she turned and looked down the road.
It was stopped not fifty yards away, a black and orange van with elaborate chrome exhausts and shiny mag wheels in back. The passenger door was open. A friendly arm waved to her. Clutching her purse to her hobbling boobs she ran along the gravel toward it.
The face that greeted her was smiling, handsome, and male. Its owner was perhaps her brother's age. Despite the chill of the day he was wearing a black teeshirt with nothing under it. Muscles rippled in his arm as he helped the girl into the van.
His partner turned to Joss and nodded, grinning. His hair was light as his partner's was midnight black, and his eyes were grey. As Joss seated herself on the carpet-padded engine housing between the youths, she saw the boy who'd helped her in had pale blue eyes that contrasted sharply with his hair. It gave him a slightly wolfish, chilling look. But there was also something about his appearance that gave the girl a tingling sensation that was still too new to be familiar to her-a tingling deep in her cunt.
"I'm Joss," she said, not willing to tell them her last name. She was wary of giving away too much to total strangers. Though these two seemed nice enough. They'd stopped for her, after all, when everyone else was passing her by.
The driver glanced sidelong and smiled. "Pleas-ed to meet you-Joss," he said, with a pause before her name to show he hadn't missed her omission. "I'm Phil. My friend there's Greg."
She turned to the black-haired youth. Shyness tightened her throat. "Hi," she said.
"Hi."
"Going anywhere special?" Phil asked as he guided the car back into the morning traffic. For a moment Joss felt panic. She had no idea where she planned to go!
Her eyes flickered frantically around, and by lucky chance caught a green and white freeway sign passing on the left. "Why, uh, Phoenix," she said.
Phil threw what might have been a knowing grin to his partner. "Long way from home, isn't it?"
Joss's tonguetip moistened her lips. "Why-no, not at all. I mean, I travel around all the time. I-I thumb a lot." She knew it was unconvincing, knew that her tone alone was enough to give her away. But she was flustered. There was something here, some kind of tension, that she didn't understand or know how to deal with.
"Hmm," said the blond boy. "Just happens we're going that way ourselves." He shifted into third. He turned to look at his friend, and his smile was definitely unpleasant.
"We got lots of time, Greg," he said. "Why don't you take our new little friend into the back and sort of get acquainted?"
Fifteen, naive, and numb as she was, Joss knew the boy could only have one thing in mind. Before she could act, his black-haired friend had put his hand below the jut of her tits and pushed hard. She went over backwards in a flying tangle of long legs.
Without giving her a chance to recover, Greg swarmed over the engine and grabbed her. She struggled, screamed. He wrapped a brawny arm around her waist and clamped a hand over her mouth. "Here, honey, don't make so much noise," he laughed. "Gets too loud in here."
She bit him.
He yanked his hand away as if it had been burned. "God damn you, bitch," he hollered. He flung her away. She fetched up against the vibrating side of the van. Her head spun. She put her hands on the faded carpet to steady herself.
Greg reached for her. She sat as if transfixed as her jerked open her coat so hard buttons flew. t Then he hooked his fingers into the high neck of her green turtle-necked sweater and pulled. The sweater opened with a shredding sound.
Joss gasped. For a moment she sat still, unable to move. An evil light grew in Greg's pale eyes as they took in the sight of the girl's plentiful mounds of titflesh, barely concealed and restrained by her lacy bra. He licked his lips.
"No! Stop!" The girl tried to bat his hand away as he reached for her bra. He caught her wrist and grabbed a handful of boob with his other hand.
"Ahhh," he said. "Lovely!" The jug was firm and resilient in his hand. The girl shook her head in a frenzy of fear.
"Let me go. Let me go!" she cried. Greg laughed and stuck two fingers down the front of her bra, between her heavy, protruding boobs. Slowly, he pulled at the garment. Joss felt her tits beginning to slip out of the cups.
"Stop it," she said with a semblance of calmness. "You won't get away with this!"
Greg roared with laughter and tore the bra open with a snap.
Her boobs tumbled out. The nipples made figure-eights in the air as her tits jiggled. She tried to cover her dark-nippled, moon-pale jugs from the boy's lustful eyes, but he pulled her arms away.
"How we doing back there?" Phil asked over his shoulder.
"You should see the tits on this bitch," his partner said. "Fan-fucking-tastic!"
Anger welled up inside the girl. To hear herself discussed as if she were a piece of meat or flashing her pussy in some beaver mag infuriated her. A slim-fingered hand lashed out, and long nails raked across the black-haired youth's face.
With a cry of pain and outrage Greg fell back. He slapped a hand to his cheek. It came away bloody from the scratches Joss's nails had left.
"Damn you." The words were quiet, almost a whisper. "Damn you! You'll pay for that like you've never imagined!"
She tried to avoid him, but he was too quick for her. One hand seized a slim arm while the other slashed flat-handed across her naked, swaying tits. "Aggghhhh!" she screamed, as agony exploded from her jugs.
Holding her arm in steely fingers Greg reached to the back of the van. There was a chain coiled back there, and several padlocks. Snarling with rage he whipped one end of the chain about the squirming girl's wrists and started to lock it. "Nooooo!" Joss sobbed, the tears coursing down her cheeks. "That's too tight!"
Greg looked at her. The steel-blue eyes were cold as ice. The girl's stomach did a slow flip-flip. She could expect no mercy from this young man.
He jerked the chain even tighter about her wrists and locked it in place with a snap.
He stood up. Joss sat with her tits slowly rising and falling. Fear and pain had made her nipples stand erect, and the patches of her areoles seemed to be spreading across the tips of her rounded boobs. For a moment he balanced against the motion of the van, then yanked the girl to her feet, reeling her in like a hooked fish.
A wicked tug on the chain, and the pains it sent shooting up her arms, convinced her resistance would be useless-and foolish. She got to her feet as quickly as she was able. Just as she rose the van ran over a chuckhole and sent her staggering against the boy.
He laughed, put his arm around her and cupped a full young tit. Joss bit her lip as he squeezed the pliant titflesh. "That hurts," she whimpered. "Don't do it so hard!"
For an instant she thought she'd made a mistake, that her pleas would only incite Greg to crush her tit in his powerful-looking hand until the captive teenager couldn't stand it. Instead he let go. Joss breathed a sigh of relief.
Several inches above her head two metal supports crossed, helping hold up the roof. Greg tossed the free end of the chain over their joining, then pulled down hard. Joss felt her wrists being pulled up over her head. "Stop, puh-leeze," she begged. "Let me go. I'll do anything you want. I'll even-I'll even let you fuck me!"
Greg locked the chain to itself. Joss was hung from the ceiling like a chandelier. Her feet were still on the floor. But she was helpless, unable to escape, unable to shield the twin treasures of her jugs bouncing enticingly as the van rolled down the highway.
The blood was drying in long smears on Greg's cheek. "I'll fuck you, all right," he promised. "Don't ever worry about that." He looked around. There was a nylon rope coiled behind Phil's seat. The blond youth kept casting glances over his shoulder to see what was going on. His thin face was flushed with excitement.
Greg bent over and picked up the rope, holding it about eighteen inches from its end so that it hung like a tail from his hand. He turned to the pinioned adolescent, studied her speculatively, and lashed out to whip her full across the boobs with the rope.
"Uhhh!" The incandescent agony that blazed from Joss's boobs called for a full-throated scream. But she could only grunt a moan of anguish. It was like having her jug seared with a branding iron!
Greg studied the red mark developing like a photographic image on the milky whiteness of the prisoner's tit. His stroke had missed the stiff brown nipples, passing above the right one and down below the other. He nodded and struck again.
This time the rope bit into both nipples and drove them deep into the cushiony pillows of her jugs.
"Yuhhh!" howled the girl. Her glorious auburn hair whipped her bare shoulders as she shook her head in mindless agony. Her shriek was ear-piercing in the confines of the van.
The vehicle swerved as Phil jerked around to see what was going on. "My God, what did you do?" he yelled. "I almost went off the fucking road."
"The slut tore up my face. I'm teaching her not to do shit like that."
Phil glanced at the road ahead, back at his friend. "Lay off on the rope, for chrissake. You'll cut her tits to pieces."
"She clawed me!"
"So tough. Don't mark up the merchandise. I want her intact for my share. And don't forget our little plan."
For a moment the black-haired youth looked rebellious. Then he shrugged his shoulders. The rope fell to the floor.
"Have it your way," he said grudgingly. "But I'm still going to give this bitch something to think about."
"Just so you don't leave any marks." Phil turned his attention back to the road.
Joss's tongue protruded pinkly from between her lips. The pain washing through her jugs was intense. It felt as if Greg had already cut her tits to pieces!
She felt his hands fumbling at the fly of her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, drawing them down over her still-slim hips. She sighed as he pulled off her shoes and pulled her legs from her jeans. He was going to fuck her now. She guessed he'd be satisfied with that. It was better than having him lash at her vulnerable jugs with that awful rope!
In her relief she didn't think too deeply about Phil's reference to the "little plan" he shared with his friend. Nor did she recall Greg's promise to give her something to think about. But she was reminded of it soon enough!
He was behind her now. She could feel his hot breath falling between her shoulderblades as he pulled down her panties. He bent to take them all the way off, and she felt his breath feathering down her spine, tickling the swell of her asscheeks. She sighed in resignation.
Greg gazed at the captive's naked butt. The marks of her father's belt had vanished completely, returning her butt to its normal shade of white tinged with healthy pink. The skin was smooth and taut over the pert mounds of assflesh.
He straightened, unzipping his own fly. Joss craned her neck to look down as he tugged his rigid prick into the open air. His cock was much smaller than Doug's or her father's-only six inches or so long. That was good. The girl didn't think she could survive another fucking with a giant cock-club like her father's!
Greg bent at the knees and wrapped his hands around her hipbones. Joss felt the cock prod at the rubbery folds of her outer cuntlips. Then the conical head of the prick found the slit between her dainty inner pussy flaps. It wedged the cuntlips apart and Greg moaned with animal lust as he slid his hard cock up into his victim's cunt.
Joss was prepared for another tearing agony such as she'd felt when her father's big cock fucked into her helpless pussy. It never came. There was a stretching sensation, a feeling of fullness, but they didn't rip at her guts with pain. In fact, it almost felt good!
She felt Greg's bony hips press her butt, the satiny skin of her ass was tickled by the hair at the base of his cock. In spite of her predicament a small sound of pleasure escaped her lips. Her pussy was actually enjoying being wrapped around the boy's prick!
Greg put his palms on the outsides of Joss's asscheeks. The girl moaned with sudden rising fever of lust and writhed against him. Bracing her feet on the floor she ground her butt back into his crotch, impaling her pussy still further on the stiff pole of his cock.
He felt cunt sauces begin to percolate around his cunt-swallowed cock. "That's right," he murmured. "You love my cock, honey-it loves you!" Slowly he pulled his prick from Joss's pussy. Its length was glossed with the tangy oils of her pussy. The girl rolled her hips with instinct born of sheer lust. Both their voices joined in a long hum of joy.
Greg drew his cock out almost to the end, then crammed it back up Joss's cunt with a force that made her gasp. "Yes!" she cried. "Oh, yes, do it, do it-fuck meee!"
"You asked for it!" Greg's hips jerked back, and the sweet suction in her cunt when the cock pulled out made Joss's head swim. Then the cock was driven back into her cunt with a lewd, wet sound. Her fingers twined with the chain that held her wrists as she surrendered herself to her passion.
Her nipples were gorged with blood and taut, quivering with the fury of Joss's desire. Even the air moving in the compartment seemed to caress her tit-tips with a lover's thrilling touch. The flow of juices in her pussy became a torrent, leaking out around the plunging piston of Greg's cock and soaking his balls.
The boy was fucking her hard, fast, and single-minded ly. It was sheer delight. The expansion and contraction of her cunt membranes as the cock plunged in and out was a pleasure almost as intense as having her brother's mouth at work on her clit!
"The cock popped free, "ahhhh," Joss moaned. "Don't stop! Stick it back in me. Ram your cock all the way to my tonsils!"
"Oh, I will," Greg said. His voice was husky and burred with his own raging lust-but it was a lust for more than simple fucking. "I most certainly will!"
He clutched her buttcheeks with both hands and spread them. The girl rolled her head loosely on her neck. She didn't know what the boy was doing, but she wished he'd hurry up and jam his cock back into her needy cunt.
Then the tip of his cockhead touched her asshole, and her blood froze.
She felt the pressure begin. With strong hands forcing the demi-globes of her ass apart, her poop-chute was being drawn inexorably open. And once the tip of the prick wedged open the portal of her ass, it would be easy for him to slide his cunt-greased cock right up her rectum!
"Nooo!" she choked. "You can't do that!"
"Why not?" Greg asked. He slipped his thumbs down to flank her butthole and stretched it open, driving forward with his hips. Joss felt a pop and a sudden unbearable fullness as the purple cockhead was inserted in her butthole.
"Gaaah!" she shouted. It wasn't pain, exactly. But the intrusion of the head of Greg's prick in her ass gave her an awful feeling, as if her body was being inflated like a balloon. "Get it out!"
"How can I? I haven't even gotten it in yet." As he said it, the boy was busily remedying the situation. His hands held Joss's waist firmly as he began to force his prick into the reluctant recesses of her butt.
"Huhh!" A tortured inhalation was the only protest Joss could muster at this obscene invasion of the forbidden portal of her poopchute. Her stomach went flat and hard as she tightened her every muscle in a desperate effort to deny the thrusting cock entry to her asshole. It did no good. All it achieved was greater pressure on Greg's cock-and that just made him hornier still!
Inch after inch of iron-like cock slid into the protesting ass channel. The passage of the prick along the girl's rectum was beginning to cause her excruciating pain. Despite the layer of her own slick cunt sauces smearing the cockshaft, it still felt as if the invading prick was flaying the sensitive membranes from her ass passage as it went.
The girl could feel her snowy round buttcheeks being forced farther and farther apart. The feeling of awful, bloated fullness got worse and worse, till she seemed about to burst apart. "Ghuunnn," she groaned, shaking her head in a spray of red-brown hair. "Get it ouuuut!"
Greg merely laughed. Fucking his cock into the captive teenager's sweet, sweet asshole was too much fun to stop!
The inflated head of his cock was surrounded by the crushing, delicious pressure of Joss's ass tunnel. The walls of her poopchute seemed to grip his prick. Delight jolted into his balls.
The lovely, naked captive sighed as she felt the fur at the base of Greg's cock rasp her butt. At least there was no more of that agonizing cock to be crammed up her asshole. The worst was surely over.
But it wasn't.
After a moment of savoring the incredible tightness that surrounded his ass-probing cock, Greg started to pull his stiff prick out. A surprised scream escaped Joss's lips. The blood-gorged prick felt even worse going out than it had coming in!
But even that was nothing to the agony that flared in her asshole as the boy began buttfucking her in earnest. Under different circumstances-say, if the pale-eyed, black-haired youth had had his stiff prick fucking her pussy instead-Joss might have thrilled to the strength, the sheer abandoned energy of the boy's fucking. But the cock felt like a splintery bar of wood being pumped in and out of her sensitive asshole. At every fierce cockstroke the tearing pain in her butt worsened.
She felt hot sweat dripping from Greg's face onto her upturned asscheeks. With every forward thrust of the cock she could feel the head pulsing its way up her ass channel, forcing the walls of her rectum apart to take in the unwanted spar of prickmeat. Each time the cock going up her ass was like a spear being driven into her belly.
The chains around her wrists were beginning to cut in. Her hands were numb, her tits still smarted from the caress of the rope. But all other discomfort and pain paled next to the torture of the reaming Greg's cock was giving her asshole!
Despite the cool in the van sweat stood out in pearly beads against her skin. She could feel the tension growing in her tormentor's body, in the claw-like strength of the fingers the dug into her lushly padded hips, the pulse of the heart transmitted through the cock as it fucked yet again into her butthole. Then she heard the youth grunt, cry out, and felt the rigid prick seem to swell as he drove it to the hilt in her ass with crushing force.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried. But her mind told her the torture was almost through. Greg would come in a minute, and it would be over....
The abused adolescent never thought of what it would be like when Greg came in her butt.
Until it happened.
"Auggh!" the boy shouted, pulling the naked white body toward him with all his might as he tried to stuff one more centimeter of cock up Joss's butt. "Holy shit, I'm coming!" His prick swelled hugely and then spat jism deep, deep in the girl's asshole.
It was like the blast of a flamethrower. The come shot into Joss's bowels with painful force, but it was the sensation when the salty come bubbled back along the deeply-buried shaft of Greg's prick that the horror really hit. The walls of hef ass were raw from the brutal onslaught of Greg's prick. The touch of his sperm on her tormented ass channel was like salt on an open wound.
Muscles stood out on Joss's tan arms as a paroxysm of sheer agony gripped her. "Ugg-gaaaiiieeee!" she shrieked, as another pump of Greg's prick sent fresh come streaming into her poopchute. Her asschannel was beginning to fill up with the stinging come.
Pulse and pulse again, Greg's deeply driven prick spewed come into the white-cheeked, captive butt. The seething sperm roiled back along Joss's ass channel till it bubbled out around Greg's cock. She felt a sticky stream of come run down into the hair foresting the mound of her cunt and tickle her slack pussy lips. And still the jism burned like liquid fire.
Joss screamed till she was hoarse, and her tears were a bitter flood. Would her torment never end?