Chapter 6
"No, no, you can't make me!"
Cindy crawled on the bed, digging her heels into the soft mattress as she tried covering her tits with both hands. A bright scarlet handprint discolored her right cheek and her blouse was ripped open. They had burst into the house, and the scuffmarks of Bob's boot discolored the bedroom door that he had kicked open. Jim was holding Trina up against the wall, his fingers choking her throat while he pried her thighs apart. The girl gagged, her eyes wide, her forehead creased with terror. Books and tablets lay scattered on the carpeted floor.
Cindy felt her spine pressing against the headboard as she looked wildly at her sister, then at the men who were standing in front of the bed. She and Trina had just decided to try and put the past behind them. But now the men were here, in their house, threatening them as if they had no rights at all.
"Shut up, bitch, or I'll throw you out the window," Bob said, kneeling in front of her.
Cindy slapped back at him, half-turning around and reaching for their alarm clock. But Bob grabbed her right hand, yanking her forward with such force he nearly dislocated her shoulder. The blonde teen shot forward, her face pressed up against Bob's as he slipped one hand around her ass and dug his fingers into her asscrack. She wailed in terror, feeling his fingers slip under the legbands of her panties and move menacingly up toward her shitter.
"No!"
"You're gonna take everything we throw at you-and it sure as hell ain't gonna be here," Bob said, turning around to see what Jim was doing.
Trina was on her knees now, her head having banged roughly against the wall behind her. Jim's pants were down around his ankles and his prick was pressed against the teen's face while his fingers tugged at her hair. He was trying to force her to open her mouth. Trina steadfastly refused, shaking her head while clawing at his legs in a wild attempt to escape. He laughed, tugging at her hair more, jerking her head up and straightening her stiffened spine even more.
Trina cried out, then fell limply against the wall. Jim smiled, pulling her skull back slightly and fucking his cock into her mouth. Cindy turned away, sickened at the sight. She could hear her sister's gagging, gurgling sounds as the big man stuffed his prick into her throat and worked his muscular hips back and forth.
"See? She's not screamin' too much now. Of course," Bob said with a casual shrug, "she can't talk much around a cock. Now, come on. Hey, the old lady might come back any second. We can take care of your fuckin' cock back there."
Reluctantly, Jim dropped his hand from behind Trina's head, letting her fall forward as he slipped his stiff cock back into his jeans.
Cindy knew there was little they could do. Their mother wasn't home for some reason. The men had broken in, found them, and now were hauling them away. Perhaps a neighbor would see them. Perhaps they could scream for help. "Gag 'em!"
Jim tore open several drawers, finding some pantyhose and tossing one pair to his buddy. Bob took a light-pink pair and wadded them into a tight ball, reaching around and jerking Cindy down on the bed. She felt him crawling forward, his knees pressing painfully against her shoulders. He was soon on top of her, his smelly crotch nearly in her face as he pushed the clean nylon pantyhose down her throat. Cindy gagged, her jaws aching as he pried them farther open and shoved as much of the garment in as he could. He draped the legs around her skull, knotting them to secure the gag.
It was difficult for Cindy to breathe, and impossible for her to swallow. Bob pulled her from the bed, wheeling her around in a broad arc and sending her stumbling forward until she banged into the doorway. Cindy pressed her hands against the door for balance, then felt a powerful hand shove her forward. Trina was behind her, gagged with a pair of panties. Jim brought up the rear, taunting the girl and telling Bob what they were going to do.
"You drive. I'm gonna help myself to a little bitch back here," he said with a leer, pinching the brunette on the ass until she squealed and jerked forward, nearly sending Cindy crashing to the floor.
It was all the blonde teen could do to keep from fainting on the spot. Everything in the house looked threatening as she carefully walked down the two landings to the living room, feeling the remnants of her clothing sticking uncomfortably to her sweaty body. The men ushered both girls quickly to the small van parked in the service alley out back. Cindy was first, pitched in the back and knocked to the floor by Trina's body. Bob climbed into the driver's seat while Jim scrambled into the back, wedging himself between the two young girls.
"Now, we're gonna get to know one another a hell of a lot better than we did before," he said.
Cindy curled up into a tiny ball as she watched Jim swing his hand up in the air, then bring it down hard against the right side of Trina's head. The girl screamed through her gag, her body rolling like a small tennis ball to the back door of the van. He was on top of her in a second, biting her neck and shoving his knees between hers.
Cindy cringed, hearing her sister's muffled screams as Jim ripped open her blue shorts and ripped down her panties. She couldn't see what he was doing, but guessed from the pumping of his hips that he was rubbing his prick against her sister's cunt. Trina threw back her head, her eyes rolling as Jim slapped her naked ass again and again with his opened hand.
Cindy covered her ears, sobbing loudly as she chewed down on her gag and watched her sister get raped.
"Oh yeah, baby, hot and tight, yeahuhhhhhhh, take my cock!"
Jim had her legs in the air, her heels bouncing obscenely as his hips rose and fell, stopped for a moment, then began pumping faster and faster until his grunts made Cindy went to vomit. More than once she thought about flinging herself onto the maniac. But then the girl remembered the hammering slap and the devices the men had at hand to hurt her. So Cindy sat in misery while the big man fucked her sister.
"Man, gonna-uhhhh, fuck!"
Just at that point, he pulled out, sliding onto the teen's shoulders and tearing away the panties that gagged her mouth. Trina barely had enough time to shout out her disgust before he pushed in his bloated prick and blasted strings of white-hot jizz down her throat. "Unnnfnfnnfnff!"
Trina had her hands still braced against the big man's thighs when he pulled his softening cock from her mouth, smearing the cum on her nose and lips. Cindy saw it all, trembling and hugging herself at the far end of the van as they rattled their way up a narrow twisting road. When they arrived, Trina was numb with fear and shock.
Cindy helped her sister from the van, limping as they walked the uneven path to the house. She stopped when she felt a heavy hand come down squarely between her shoulders. Trina slipped away, her fingers pressed against her mouth as her eyes widened. Bob had ripped the blouse and bra from Cindy's body with one sweeping move.
"No!" The blonde teen screamed, wheeling around and staring angrily at the man holding the remnants of her blouse. Backing away, she put one hand in front of her, shaking her head and moaning as Bob approached her like an at tacking, hungry wolf.
"Come here, baby, come here and-well, you know, give it to me the way your sister gave it to my buddy."
"No, no. get away from me!"
Cindy turned and started to run, her feet sliding and slipping on the uneven ground. Jim had slipped his belt off and wrapped the leather around Trina's wrists, binding her arms behind her back, driving his knee into her lower spine and making her shout with pain. Bob was dangling her blouse in front of her, finally dropping it and stomping the garment into the dirt. He lunged at her, making the girl scream as he gripped her skirt and started tearing it from her body.
"No, no, don't-uh!"
Bob backhanded the teen, his knuckles smashing hard against the side of her face and knocking her to the ground. Cindy lay there, feeling the big man pulling off her skirt, then skinning her panties down her thighs. Her naked ass rubbed uncomfortably against the small sharp stones under her. When she felt the booted tip of his foot nudging her naked cunt, Cindy once again sprang to life, scrambling backward and finally rising to her feet.
The small stones had cut her hands and thighs slightly. Now they bit at her naked soles as she turned around once more and started rushing down toward the road. Bob stepped up, punching her between the shoulders hard. The girl staggered forward, her mouth wide open in pain, her eyes rounded with fear as she managed to keep her balance. Pushing the blonde hair from her eyes, Cindy looked nervously over her shoulder, watching the men carefully. Jim was still bent over Trina, having kicked her to the ground.
Stretching out one leg, Bob tripped Cindy, sending the teen crashing to the ground in a cloud of dust and cinders.
Cindy coughed and choked, her eyes burning from the sudden attack. She was blinded for the moment, staggering around the driveway, her hands flailing out in front of her, the gravel cutting into her feet. Someone slapped her ass hard. The girl squealed, moving her hands protectively behind her, only to feel a set of fingers greedily pinching her nipples.
The young teen slapped the hands away, half-opening her eyes and seeing Bob and Jim in front of her. Trina was prone on the ground, her ankles and wrists having been tied together with that belt. Fear swept over Cindy. She turned, throwing up one arm to protect her face. Bob jerked her to the right, his fingers tightening around her upper arm.
"Come on, baby, show your stuff. Come on!" Bob growled, his eyes narrowing.
He was pushing her and watching as she stumbled, retrieved her balance, then stumbled again. She was reeling with confusion as she fought back tears and stood in one place. A soft breeze chilled the insides of her thighs, making her lightly tanned flesh pucker up into goose pimples. Bob slapped her hard across the ass, bringing his foot down against the back of her heel for good measure. She squealed again, watching as the big man raised his fist threateningly. Cindy thought he was about to strike her and jerked back, her tits bobbing up and down. She breathed heavily, her nostrils flaring.
Jim stepped in, laughing at her as he spread his thick-muscled arms on either side of his body and blocked one escape path. Then Jim slapped her hard across the face with an open hand, knocking her head back and nearly making her knees give out. Cindy managed to keep her senses and shake off the pain. But when Bob landed a fist between her shoulders, the young teen shrieked in pain, her body snapping back and her knees giving way. Bob rushed in, holding her around the waist as he leaned back for balance. He started turning her around and around, whirling her body out until her arms and legs flew in front of her. "Uh!"
The ride was a short one. Opening his arms, Bob let her go. Cindy flew out like a thrown rock, arching in the air for a moment, then crashing and rolling like a tossed log over and over on the gravel drive. She cried out from the stabbing, skinning pain, her arms crushed under her body and her knees digging painfully into the small stones.
After coming to rest near the steps to the house, Cindy lay on the ground, trying to regain her senses. The world was spinning around and around. Someone was running behind her, rushing up to her.
"No, no!"
She staggered this way and that, her senses disoriented from the violent twisting. The girl collapsed, nearly vomiting. She moved forward when someone kicked her violently in the ass, the blow separating her asscheeks. The girl was on all fours now, her nipples dragging over the ground.
Bob was behind her now, grabbing at her bobbing naked ass. In another second, one hand was tearing at her hair, pulling it savagely from her scalp while the other beat her across the back. Screaming and twisting about, Cindy felt her mind go blank as she fought with all her strength to keep from fainting once more.
Again and again the teen begged them to stop hurting her. But neither man was about to stop. Bob pulled her from the ground with a hard yank, twisting her wrist so hard she thought she could feel the tiny bones cracking in her arm. She let out a gasp, her face going white from pain as her knees grew wobbly once again. He dragged her back to her sister, holding her arms back so her tits jutted out provocatively on her chest.
"Here's the bitch! Man, the two of you are a-like! You scream and yell, and then you can't get enough of us!" he shouted.
Cindy was confused. The two men were talking at the same time now, calling her all sorts of vile, filthy names while, Trina sobbed quietly near them. And then Bob was back at her circling one hand around her waist and jerking it in hard. Cindy could feel her ribs cracking from the move as he dragged her heels back over the uneven ground. He stopped, reaching around her waist and shoving three fingers into her cunt. The move surprised Cindy. He was pushing more of his hand in, purposely tearing at her cunthair when he could while jabbing his thumb against her clit. "Yaghghghhhhh!"
It was more than the teen could bear. With a despairing cry, the teen felt herself pissing onto the probing fingers.
"Damn! The little bitch! Here, see what you think about tasting it!"
Cindy twisted her head away, smelling her own urine on his fingers as he tried pushing them against her mouth. She wriggled and writhed against his grip, but nothing could break his grasp. She jerked her head to the left once more, but this time she met his fingers. With a hard push, Bob shoved the digits into her mouth, kneeing her hard in her lower back to make her cry "out once more.
Cindy licked his soiled fingers, her tongue washing around the long digits as the sour taste of piss filled her mouth and throat. Her stomach turned over. She started to cry again, wondering what new humiliations and horrors she and her sister would have to endure. Jim was laughing at what his buddy had done, obviously pleased with the result.
Bob let her go, wiping his hands on his jeans as Cindy stumbled forward. She bent over carefully, her hands clutching at her belly as she gagged and spat out the foul mixture of piss and spit. She was so involved in ridding her mouth of urine that Cindy didn't hear Bob's footsteps until it was too late.
"Down on your knees, bitch!" He pushed her into the dirt.
Cindy let out a small cry, feeling her knees cut once more by the gravel. Bob had his cock out, and for a moment, the girl thought he was going to have her suck it. But he was rolling it around between his thumb and forefinger, bending his knees and aiming the cockhead at her.
Cindy was about to back away when she saw Jim come up to her with an open switchblade.
Reluctantly she knelt there, her hands resting on her knees and her head tilted back slightly as Bob rubbed his prick and started to piss.
"Uh!"
She felt the hot urine spatter against her nipples first, soiling her tits as it oozed down over her chest, gathered in her navel, then trickled through her blonde pussyhair into her cunt. He was spraying her throat now, the foul-smelling piss spattering up against her chin and into her mouth.
It was more than Cindy could stand. She threw her hands up, gagging into her fingers and trying to scoot back. But Jim was right behind her, holding the cold steel blade against her throat and threatening her.
Cindy despaired, resigning herself to the horror as Bob pissed on her tits, then moved the stream up toward her face.
Cindy groaned into her fingers, her throat constricting as the piss spattered over her hands, then started up toward her eyes. He was pissing into her hair, moving the yellow twisting stream down back toward her cunt, slicking her thighs with the foul urine before finally stopping.
The smell rose around her. She felt as if she were kneeling in an open sewer. But Jim had handed his buddy the knife and unzipped his fly, rolling his cock out and aiming the prickhead right at the kneeling blonde girl. Cindy didn't have time to prepare herself this time. Bob stepped behind her, carefully avoiding the puddle of yellow piss that had gathered around Cindy. Pressing his fingertips against her jaws, he forced her mouth open.
Cindy cried out, her lips parting just in time to feel the piss spattering over her tongue. It was sickening! He was pissing in her mouth, watering down her throat with his urine until it washed over her front teeth and dribbled down her chin and chest. Somehow the teen managed to keep her throat tight as the hot salty urine spattered over her tonsils.
It seemed like an eternity before Jim's bladder was finally empty. He wasn't finished with her yet, Cindy knew, but at least this part of the ordeal was over. What more, she wondered, lay in store for her and her sister?