Chapter 2
"Uh ... huhhhhh!"
The side of her face was against the table as she felt the tip of the knife slide across her ass-cheeks. The quivering in her sphincter made her ass-cheeks tighten and relax like two bunched fists, movements that excited Jack more and more. He breathed harder, pushing one hand between his legs and squeezing his massive cock through his Levi's while toying with the squirming, terrified woman beneath him.
Anne wished she could sink out of sight. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push out the horrid thoughts plaguing her, mocking her as she lay there. Her cunt felt so very, very hot, so very moist, eager for something to touch it, to fuck it. She kept her eyes closed in shame.
"Oh!" Anne felt the blade poking at her ass-hole, pressing against the wrinkled gray/pink flesh.
She wanted to sob. But she knew that the slightest move would force that knife into her ass-flesh. He brought the blade up, pressing the flat end against the sensitive narrow ribbon of flesh between her ass-hole and pussy.
She gasped, staring bug-eyed at the wall in front of her, her face a mask of terrible concentration. She felt her cunt winking open in an uncontrollable spasm as the blade traced the outer line of her pussylips.
She bit down on her lip, her eyes closing while a pulse leaped to her throat. Perspiration made her white flesh gleam as Jack pushed the blade harder against her flesh, making her feel the sharp, beveled edges of the switchblade. It was all she could do to keep from pissing on herself once more. The blade withdrew.
Anne let out a sigh of relief, feeling a warm glow flush over her relaxing muscles. She felt a trickle of perspiration and cunt-juice ooze from her cunt.
"Uh!"
A mind-numbing chill froze her pussy. The flat of the blade was pressing against her hot wet slit from her clit to her cunt-hole. Anne flinched, feeling her cunt snap shut. The sharp edges of the blade made her cry out in a mixture of pain and delight while she bobbed her ass wildly.
Jack liked her reaction. He pressed the pointy tip harder against her clit.
Anne gasped, her eyes widening even more while strangling sounds of terror escaped from her throat. The pressure on her hot cunt-hole gave her a shock. She arched her spine, pulling at the ropes cutting into her wrists.
"Yeah, a slut. A slave bitch-whore, and married to Mr. Holy-Holy. What the fuck do you two do at night, fuck in the trees?" Jack said derisively as he rocked the tip of the knife back and forth against Anne's clit.
The repeated touch of the blade sent streamers of incredible delight shooting through the terrified woman.
Anne groaned, hiding her face for fear that he could read the lust in her eyes. She was aware now of the tiny slits on the edges of her cunt lips. The stinging cunt juice dribbling across the wounds made her clit swell bigger. It was like an overripe citrus fruit, Anne thought with a grim smile, about to burst from the pressure. More lust flowed like lava from her cunt.
She opened her eyes and peered over one shoulder. Jack had long since dropped his Levi's and stepped out of them. He stroked his long, thick cock with one hand while he moved the knife around in her cunt with the other.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried.
The tip of the knife had cut into her clit. The searing hot pain was too much for her. She jerked and bucked like a mare in rut, feeling her cunt lips catch fire again and again. This was far more intense than anything she had ever experienced with her loving husband.
As her pussy ran with more and more juice, she thought about him cutting her, about him skinning her alive. And somehow that horrid thought made her cunt-juice flow faster, lathering her pussy-hairs. She felt the rising warmth of her arousal on her cheeks, her tits, her belly.
The fiery stinging in her cunt lips and the terror of Jack's blade intensified her excitement.
Anne thought about what would happen next. He was going to fuck her, to rape her, after having disgraced her in this foul way. He would make her a bride of Satan!
Jack dragged the tip of the blade back, stinging a groove down to the bottom of her cunt-hole. The buzzing, sparking flashes from her pricked clit slackened. But the fear of having her pussy carved up made a wet, shivering sensuality bloom in her belly.
Against her will, Anne shoved her ass back at Jack, wishing in some perverse way that his brother were here to watch.
Anne groaned, feeling her pussy tighten up. She felt her pussy spasm again, a burst of air escaping in a bubble from her overheated fuck-hole. She shot a quick nervous look at Jack. He was still stroking his fat prick, greasing down the mushroom-shaped cockhead with his pre-cum and ignoring her cunt-hole for the moment.
Anne knew she was shaming herself. She wanted to have that mountain man screw his cock into her hot, drooling cunt-hole.
"Uh-uhhhh!" she gasped.
The knife poked at the puckered tiny rim of her ass-hole.
Anne was shocked, her eyes widening while her pussy went into spasms again. The pin-pricking stabs forced the tight ring of her shit-ter inward, threatening to break through the flesh.
Anne screamed, jerking her ass away.
Jack kept up the stabbing, glad that he was causing her so much pain and humiliation.
Anne bit down harder on her lower lip until she could taste blood. Surely that would make up for some of the horrid pleasure she was feeling now. She was feeling a forbidden pleasure.
For an instant she let herself imagine the unnatural probing was the man's prick jabbing against her ass-hole!
Jack was panting now, still jacking on his prick, his balls rising hard in his sac.
Anne rolled and rutted under him as he poked the tip of his switchblade against her cunt lips, then into her buttocks.
Anne rolled her hips from side to side, arching and thrusting her ass back at him. The cuts were like tiny blazing fires in her pussy and ass. Her flowing sweat trickled into the slits, making them burn. She felt the sweat rolling down her thighs in shiny snake-like rivers.
"You fuckin' hypocrite, you little slut! You like watchin' what I'm doin', huh? Now, take my dick, baby, a cock of a real man, not the little wimp your old man is."
Jack was behind her, his fingers clawing into her ass-cheeks. Anne sobbed, shaking her head from side to side, her knuckles turning white as she clawed the sheet under her. He was stabbing his prick against her cunt. The fat head of his cock slithered into the crack of her cunt.
She could feel how hard and thick it was. Pre-cum burned her clit, setting it on fire.
Anne rolled her hips, twisting her wrists. She began to love it all-the pain, the restraints, the terrible names he was calling her. She could hear him breathing and panting like some wild animal.
His fat prickhead was finally lodged in her dribbling cunt-hole.
Anne jerked her head up. His fuckthrust felt as if it would tear her in two. Her husband's cock wasn't that big, and he was jamming it all into her at once.
She stared wildly at the wall, her eyes bugging from her head while she felt the knife pressing against her right thigh.
Anne relaxed to ease his fucking entry. It was almost as if she were still a virgin. The big man leaned forward, putting his hands on her hips and pushing down. The long, thick cock slipped into her fuck-hole like a thick greasy finger. The heavy flow of her juices made her tender tissues slippery for the invading prick. It felt good as his prick pushed halfway into her dripping hole.
Jack let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her tits. His fingers dug into her tits, pulling and kneading at them, while his thumbs flicked at her nipples.
Anne whimpered and screamed, feeling an aching heat explode in them. More lust telegraphed into her tortured cunt.
How she hated the man whose prick slid deeper into her cunt. He was everything she had been taught to avoid. And how she sought his prick! The dog-like position he made her crouch in made her feel more degraded than ever. The worst part of it all, however, was the response from her body. She was enjoying this pain, made all the more exquisite by the ropes cutting into her bound wrists.
"Oh, ohhhh
"Gettin' it on, now, baby? Gettin' ready to cut loose on a big one?"
"Uh! Huhhh! Uhhhh!"
She fought to keep her mind clear of at least any delight she felt. But she hunched back against him even harder. The whole length of his thick cock was in her cunt-hole now, stretching the pink, slick tissues of her pussy. She felt his prickhead moving around in her cunt, swirling and driving around inside her.
"Now, now!" she whimpered, feeling the rapid building of her lust.
Anne tried to clench her cunt tight enough to stop his driving fuck. Jack knew she was enjoying this rape more than ever, her response increasing his enjoyment. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them viciously while he bit at the back of her neck.
Anne sobbed, the bruising fingers on her nipples making her heavy tits ache and throb.
His teeth clamped down harder on her neck, making Anne toss her head back. She pushed herself up as far as she could with her arms, the constant swiveling of her ass growing more and more obscene. She could feel the hot juices dribbling down her thighs. There was no way she could escape both the torment and her own pleasure in it.
"Fuck it down, baby! Fuck it down and out, yeah! Man, oh man, nothin' like a preacher's wife to get my prick good and hot and hard!"
He slapped her ass-cheeks again and again with the back of one hand until it was streaked with red. She loved it, loved the stinging heat that sent more delicious pangs of joy to her flashing clit.
Anne could feel the wiry hairs of his cockbush against her ass-hole now. Every scratchy curl seemed to find a little cut around her rectum to stab. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and shitter drove her crazy.
Anne shoved back against Jack's prick like a wild woman, her ass weaving and swiveling and bobbing.
Jack's fingernails curled and clawed at her nipples.
Anne grunted with pain, knowing the combination of the stretching in her cunt-hole and the pain around her nipples made her mind whirl about.
It was going to happen!
Anne could feel that itchy ache starting to throb more and more deliciously. She was going to cum. All she wanted to do was to have those feelings increase until the pain and the swelling, spinning knot of tension in her belly blew to pieces and swept over her.
It was awful! Anne cursed, her head rolling while she hovered above that wild moment of madness. The throbbing ache in her heavy tits needed more. She thrust her big tits against his fingers. The twisting, scratching agony in her nipples was like the fire that ran through all her nerves.
Anne thought briefly of her husband-saw a short, flashing image of his kindly face. Then, crazed with anger, she felt her pussy snap down on the big man's prick.
The legs of the table squeaked, creaking as if they would split in two. The pile driving shoves of Jack's prick and the bucking agony of Anne's body beat and battered the table against the wall.
Anne groaned-a low, harsh, awful noise that ripped at her throat. The whirling golden knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode.
"Take it now, you goddamned slut! Take it all! Ride my dick like the bitch you are!"
"No, no!"
Anne tried to hold off. The terrible blast furnace of chilly heat in her cunt grew. She heard the squishy thrust of his prick now as it fucked in her hot, clutching hole. With just a little more swiveling, just a little more clenching of her cunt, she thought she could break his prick off.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped.
The tension in her cunt built until the clamping tightened more and more. All of her being was focused in on her cunt, pinpointing around the fucking rod of prick that fucked her pussy.
The knot in he belly exploded. She was just a fraction of a second away from her cum.
Anne knew his prick was ready to go off now. All she had to do was wait for the first spurt, and then she would snap down with her pussy when the thick sperm shot out.
Anne clamped down tight.
His prick thickened! The pounding beat of his fucking slowed for an instant, then went on. She heard him grunt.
With a furious, savage jab, Jack shoved his prick all the way in her cunt and kept it there.
Blind with determination, Anne held on.
"Yaghghghhhhhhh!"
A lava-like blast of cum gushed into her pussy. She felt the explosion of hot cum spatter, burning into her cunt-walls.
She gasped, blowing out her breath, feeling her cunt-walls crash in. The first massive fuck-jolt of her cum shattered Anne completely. Her sphincter went into spasms, wringing his prick tighter than before. Her hips swiveled and danced, prancing in mid-air. She could hear herself screaming as Jack bit her neck and another blast of cum struck deep in her belly.
The terrifying impact of her climax ripped out from her cunt. She could feel it in her nipples, her fingers, her toes. After each shivering spasm of her cum, the ripples left an echo of emptiness until the next pulse came.
Anne sobbed, feeling his cock spurting more jizz.
Her cunt had betrayed her. It milked more and more spunk from his swinging balls while Jack continued to degrade her.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" he gasped, licking her salty sweat from her jutting shoulder blades as Anne finally collapsed in total defeat on the kitchen table. He untied the line that bound her wrists together. "I ain't gonna let my baby brother have at you yet. I'm gonna leave that for something special."
His words made her soul shiver. Nothing would make her submit to these men.