Chapter 4
Candi walked to the front door of her large suburban home with a knot in her stomach. Would this be the day? She knew it was a part of the game her sadistic sister was playing with her, making her wait and wonder when Randi was going to exert the new control she had over her.
And Randi would, sooner or later. Candi had known that the instant she felt Sam the Weimeraner's small but hard cock sliding into the reluctant opening of her virgin pussy. And of course Randi had spelled it out for her. "You see, I wouldn't want you to tell Mother about our little games," she'd said. "And I want to play lots of little games with you."
The lovely blonde adolescent paused on the front porch. A slight breeze blew the hem on her short blue skirt against the backs of her thighs. Sooner or later her twin was going to demand she play a role in some new sex game, with the threat of telling their mother about the dog's fucking her if she tried to balk. What am I going to do? she thought desperately.
Then she opened the door and knew that this was it.
"Hi, Candi," her sister said sunnily, getting up from the living room sofa. Candi didn't look at her. She was looking at the young man lounging indolently in an overstuffed chair. He smiled arrogantly when he saw her looking at him and started to get up.
Randi glanced at him. "Oh yes," she said, as if she'd forgotten the youth was there. "Candi, this is Charlie Martin, a friend of mine from school. Charlie, my sister Candi."
Charlie Martin stuck out a big hand. Candi eyed it as if it were a scorpion with tail raised. So her darling sister was going to set her up with one of her boyfriends from school. She'd no doubt want to watch the boy fuck Candi. Probably jack off with that damned stone chess piece up her cunt The girl shuddered. She recalled the way the dog had driven his cock rhythmically in and out of her climaxing cunt, spewing canine come from his prick with every frantic stroke. And Candi remembered turning her head and seeing her twin sister, half-sitting on the chess table with her legs spread wide. She had a green chess queen in one slim hand, and was ramming it into her gaping, slobbering snatch with all her might.
Far gone in the frenzy of her own powerful orgasm, Candi's lustful eyes took in every detail of her sister fucking herself with the stone dildo. Her pussy was spread wide open. The insides of her pussy lips were bright pink, shiny with the freely flowing oils of her cunt.
The Weimeraner spent the last of his lust in a deep thrust of his cock, jetting the last of his jism far into Candi's pussy tunnel. She moaned as she came again. Then the dog pulled his cock from her come-gorged cunt with a sucking noise. Her pussy lips clung to his withdrawing prick, reluctant to give it up. Then the dog's cock came free. Candi's cunt mouth drooled a thin stream of dog jism down her buttcheeks, then closed up again.
The sweet fury of climax began to dissolve. Candi had felt guilt and shame and loathing start to flood back into her. A dog had fucked her, had come in her pussy. And she'd come too! She loved it. begged for it, cried aloud for the beast to pump his jism into her seething cunt. She looked again at Randi, her tits like balloons, the nipples seeming ready to burst, and the chess figure disappearing again and again into the moist recesses of her pussy. Then Candi had begun to cry.
The youth was still standing there looking at her. Candi saw he had an odd look in his eye. It was a look she had seen before-it was a look that came into her sister's emerald eyes when she was planning some new way to bedevil her innocent twin.
Then it hit her. "Wait a minute," Candi said, taking a step backward. "I know you-I've heard of you. You and that-that cheerleader!" Her heart was pounding. Her eyes flickered, seeking some way to escape. She'd closed the door behind her. She regretted it now.
It had been hushed up officially, but she'd heard some of the details through the grapevine. A cheerleader, a pretty girl with raven hair and a dubious reputation, who'd gone out with Charlie Martin. She'd been found in an abandoned warehouse, her buxom body a mass of whip marks, dried jism all over her face and her heavy tits, and caked thickly in the black hair over her pussy. But that wasn't the worst part.
The worst was, she'd been hanging upside down with her legs bound, spread out, tied to the roof supports. When she was found she had the burnt-out stub of a candle stuck in her ass. Her tormentor had stuck a candle in her butthole, lit it, and watched the hot wax drip down onto her bare ass and drool agonizingly into the opening of her cunt.
The physical damage to the girl had been insignificant, if painful. The psychological damage was incalculable. But she'd refused to press charges, and with her reputation of sleeping around it probably wouldn't have done her much good. Also, Charlie's parents were rich, his father one of the largest contributors to the current mayor's campaign. He hadn't been able to get off scot-free, but his expulsion from high school, the sum total of punishment he'd received, was a mere slap on the wrist in view of what he'd done.
And this was the boy Randi had brought home to "play" with her slave sister!
"Oh my God!" Candi pressed a hand over her mouth.
"She's heard of you," Randi told the boy.
His smile was sensuous, dripping with evil. "Everyone has," he stated. "I'm a celebrity."
Randi snorted, unimpressed. "Show us your stuff, big stud," she said challengingly. She jerked her blonde head at her sister. "Strip her down and have at it. Be rough, but don't leave any marks."
Candi took another step back and felt the doorknob poke her in the back. Before she could catch herself she'd turned her head to see what it was. At that instant the youth grabbed her.
His hand was like a vise on her slender wrist. "Let me go!" she squealed, trying to pull away. He came closer. She could feel his breath on her bare throat. "No, no! Randi, help me!"
"What, and spoil the fun?" Randi asked. "Never!"
Candi felt his hand on her tit. At first he ran it over the matched mounds of her jugs, feeling their weight and fullness. Then he began to squeeze, gently at first so that Candi moaned low in her throat with involuntary pleasure. With his other hand he undid the buttons of her blouse.
Even as the hand roving over her tits began to turn her on while the other pulled the blouse down about her tan young shoulders, Candi felt stirrings of alarm. She shouldn't make it so easy for him! But he was being gentle, and his hand on her boobs felt so good! He slipped a bra strap down her upper arm.
The front of her blouse was open. Randi was standing to one side, and a quick glance her way showed Candi her sister still had that light of torture-lust in her clear green eyes. The cups of her bra dipped, baring her ripe jugs to the youth's eager brown eyes.
Charlie pressed a palm to the bared titflesh. drill into his hand. "Oh yes!" she murmured, half-closing her eyes.
He took the swelling nipple between thumb and stuffy forefinger. Then he pinched it, hard.
"Ahhhh!" Candi's knees gave way beneath her as sudden pain shot through her tit and lanced her lungs. "L-let go!"
But Charlie just stood there, smiling at her as he brutally crushed the sensitive nubbin of wine-colored titflesh. Candi's every heartbeat drove spikes of pain into her boob. "P-pleeeease!" she choked, unable to stand the torment in her boob a second longer. "Let go of my tit! It hurts! Randi-make him let go!"
Even as she begged her sister for help, Candi knew it would not be forthcoming. She gazed at her twin through a haze of agonized tears. A smile played over Randi's lips.
"I like your style so far," she said, speaking to Charlie. "But what else can you do?"
Charlie gave her a slack-lipped grin. Then he released Candi's nipple. The girl gasped and sagged to the floor at the abrupt end to the agony that was devouring her boob.
The carpet was rough under the girl's knees. Her heavy boobs swung freely out the front of her blouse. The bra cut against the tender undersides of her jugs.
Candi's tit still throbbed with pain, though it was less intense than a moment ago. Instinctively she raised a hand to protect her jugs. With the other she brushed back a lock of golden hair that had fallen in her eyes. She suddenly found herself face to face with a rampant cock!
She gasped and sat back on her heels. Charlie Martin gave a short bark of laughter and stepped out of his trousers. Then he straightened, gazing down at his intended victim.
The girl couldn't take her eyes off the boy's stiff prick. It wasn't particularly big-a mere six inches or so, nothing at all in comparison to the fearsome club of prick the strange man had had crammed up her sister's ass that fateful day when Candi had spied on the pair. But still, Charlie's prick looked menacing.
"You like it?" Charlie asked. "Get a good look at it, baby. 'Cause I'm gonna stuff it right up your twat. Or do you only put out for dogs?"
The question hit Candi like a blow. Humiliation washed over her in a hot wave. "You told him!" she yelled at her sister. She felt her cheeks flaming scarlet.
"Of course I told him," Randi said. She knelt beside the couch. She was wearing a short skirt like her sister's, and the flash of tawny cunt-bush Candi saw told her her twin wasn't wearing any underwear.
The better to jack off while Charlie Martin abused and fucked her helpless sister!
Then Candi saw what her sister held in her hands. "No!" she said in a small voice. "No, you can't!"
Randi ignored her. "Here," she said, offering the coil of nylon rope to Charlie. "Tie her up. I'll hold the whip for you, till you're ready."
For a moment the girl sat stunned, her naked tits rising and falling to the panicky tempo of her breathing. Rope in hand, the chunky youth took a step toward her. She leapt to her feet.
Jugs flying, long legs flashing, Candi shot past him for the front door. She had to get away! The very sight of the coiled black whip made her skin crawl. She couldn't bear to feel its stinging leather kiss against her flesh.
Randi was there, barring the door, a mocking smile on her lovely face. It was like looking into a mirror. Then rough hands gripped her from behind, and Charlie was knotting his rope about her slender wrists.
She struggled, hopelessly but furiously. A flying foot caught her grinning sister in the knee, and Randi jumped to one side with a yelp of pain. Candi brought a heel down hard on Charlie's instep. The boy had kicked off his shoes. He howled with pain and pushed the bound teenager away from him.
Unable to stop herself, Candi staggered toward the chair. The arm hit her thigh and she overbalanced, ending up draped over the chair's arm with her butt in the air. The arm hit her in the stomach, driving the air from her.
She fought to recover before Charlie could get to her. Breathless and tied up as she was, she couldn't pick herself up. "Whip that slut good!" she heard Randi snarl. Then she heard the whistle of the whip.
The leather tip of the whip struck her upturned butt. Her brief skirt was up around her waist, and the thin material of her bright-orange panties was the only protection her tender ass had. It wasn't enough. Horrid pain seared her ass.
Charlie raised his arm to strike again. The whip slithered across the carpet like a black snake. There was a jagged tear in the screaming teenager's panties, and through it the tortured assflesh glowed pink. The youth felt the indescribable, incomparable thrill of making a bound, beautiful, helpless girl shriek and writhe in pain. He swung the whip at her vulnerable rump.
"YAAAAAIIIIII!" Candi was still fighting to take a deep breath, and now what air there was in her lungs rushed forth again in a wail of agony. Her legs thrashed the air as the slashing of the whip filled her butt with pain. The rough covering of the chair burned her tits.
Once more the whip slashed through the air and ripped at Candi's butt. Her panties hung in rags about the tops of her toast-brown thighs. Her pale asscheeks were crisscrossed by a network of angry red welts.
"Excellent," Randi said breathily when Charlie paused to rest his whip-arm. "The little bitch looks good with a plaid ass."
Candi didn't hear the remark. Her own sobs and incoherent cries for mercy filled her ears, just as the pain of the savage whipping filled her ass with fire. Her stomach was in turmoil from the ghastly pain.
She'd never imagined pain like this. She felt as if her ass was being roasted over white-hot coals! All she could do was pray for escape from the dreadful torment.
Like a tuning fork, Charlie's steel-hard cock vibrated with lust. He was amazed at how horny he was getting. Even watching the searing-hot candle wax drip down on that cheerleader's quivering butt hadn't turned him on this much!
He took careful aim. The crack of Candi's ass was a dark line separating the demiglobes of reddened rump. Now he brought the whip forward skillfully to land right between her buttcheeks!
Whack! "AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Candi's body flew twisting into the air. The humid crease in her ass blazed with pain. She fell back to the chair, only to have another blow of the whip cut into her ass-crack with brutal force.
"Gahhhhh! Ngaaaahhhh!" She shook her head frantically from side to side in a blind frenzy of pain. The steady breeze from the air conditioner seemed to bathe her anguished butt in acid-even the touch of the moving air hurt!
The whip made a sound like a bumblebee's buzz as it streaked toward Candi's butt. Deftly Charlie cracked the lash right on the dainty pucker of his victim's asshole. A scream rattled the windows. Yellow hair flew as Candi's body bucked off the chair in a violent contortion of agony.
Candi landed hard. She'd shifted position so that the spongy mound of her cunt was crushed on the arm of the overstuffed chair. That meant her raw butt was aimed right at Charlie's face, with the pink-lipped mouth of her pussy smiling beckoningly up at him.
His cock gave a demanding throb. It wanted to fuck that helplessly waiting pussy! Charlie threw the whip away and reached for Candi's rump.
The teenager was slumped over the arm of the chair. She waited limply for the next slashing blow of the whip on her butt. She no longer had the strength even to plead for an end to the torture.
Rhythmic squishing sounds reached her ears above the gasps and groans of her breathing. Without looking she knew it was her twin sister finger-fucking herself into ecstasy again. That vicious slut Randi must be really getting her jollies, she thought.
Something touched her ass. "Ahh!" she cried, expecting the surge of pain from another whipstroke. Instead the fleeting pain turned into a steady pressure that intensified the ache in her rump. She tried to turn her head to see what was happening. The movement caused her bound wrists to sting. In her throes of agony she'd rubbed them raw against the ropes that held them without realizing it.
Then something prodded against her outer cunt lip, and the captive knew what her tormentor was doing. He was getting ready to fuck his randy cock up her pussy!
Even through the pain that enveloped her nude hindquarters Candi felt a strange surge of excitement. Or was it fear? It was hard to tell any more. The way her sadistic sister had toyed with her the last few weeks gave Candi trouble separating the emotions in her mind.
Was she eager to feel her tormentor's cock pulsating within her cunt? After all, she'd never had a prick up her snatch before-not a human one, at least. As her mind spun in confusion, her bound and abused body made its own decision.
"Hot shit!" Charlie exclaimed as he stuck two fingers up her pussy to open the way for his greedy "This cunt's dripping wet! The little bitch is hot to trot."
"R-really?" Randi gasped. She jammed the fingers of one hand up to the knuckle in her cunt. Hot pussy sauces flooded out over the back of her hand. Her other hand was inside her shirt, squeezing and massaging a lust-swollen tit. "Maybe you should have whipped her more. Ahhh, that feels good!"
Charlie ignored her. His nostrils flared at the aroma of aroused pussy. Trembling with excitement he guided the head of his cock to the moist mouth of his victim's cunt.
The point of his prick went between the fragile flaps of Candi's pussy. The shiny insides of her cuntlips caressed his cock like wet velvet, stroking it, enfolding it, trying to draw the turgid length of prick into its humid depths. "Ahhhh!" Charlie moaned in pure pleasure as he slid the cock slowly into Candi's cunt.
The teenager's conscious mind rebelled at what was going on. It was wrong-she shouldn't be getting turned on! Charlie Martin was a monster, a brutal sadist who had tied her up and whipped her ass unmercifully. He was raping her!
And still her pussy cried out for the feel of his hard cock filling it!
The walls of her pussy stretched as they had never stretched before, not when she'd finger-fucked herself while spying on Randi and the stranger, not when Sam the Weimeraner was fucking her with his small but powerful canine prick. It was an odd sensation, a coming apart in the recesses of her belly as the cock forged its way along her pussy tunnel.
The head of the cock seemed to beat within her cunt like a miniature heart, and glow with a heat that set her body afire with desire. Her butt still smarted from the tender attentions of his whip, and her wrists were sore from their bonds-but all Candi could think about was being fucked by her tormentor's cock.
Hot oily tightness like a silken sheath surrounded Charlie's prick. A trickle of cunt juice ran from the gaping mouth of Candi's cunt and down around his hairy, compact ball-sac. Slowly but surely his fingers tightened on her ass, feeling the heat of the whipped flesh. The girl didn't even react to his ever-firmer grip on her butt. She was too absorbed in the swirling sensations of the cock fucking gradually into her pussy.
At last the lovely prisoner's splayed-out pussy lips kissed the base of Charlie's cock. "Ohhh!" the girl sighed. The prick seemed to be shoved halfway to her tonsils, and her pussy walls were stretched almost to the point of pain. But the prick in her cunt felt fantastic!
She stirred her hips experimentally. The flexible walls of her pussy seemed to suck the buried cock.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Charlie murmured. He began to run his hands feverishly across the bared expanse of Candi's ass.
It had been a long time since he'd fucked his prick up a virgin cunt. He tended to go with more experienced girls, to say the least-a girl with a reputation for fucking freely would be less likely to go running to Mommy when he used his belt on her tits or ground a cigarette out on her ass. The attitude of most people seemed to be that a girl who slept around deserved what she got. But playing his games with a girl who was still cherry ... ah, that could be risky!
Unless the girl was her twin sister's sex slave!
With a lewd sucking noise the cock began its withdrawal from Candi's cunt. Her pussy juices were flowing like wine now. The last vestiges of resistance to the pleasure flowing from her pussy had evaporated like mist in the morning sun.
"Fuck," Candi mumbled. "Wanna feel my pussy get fucked!"
For once Charlie was only too glad to heed his victim's plea. He drew his dripping prick out of her cunt until only the head stayed trapped inside the hungry pussy-mouth. Then he rammed his cock home with a sledgehammer force!
"Waaaaahhhh!" yelled Candi as Charlie's balls slapped against her downward-pointing clit, swollen now and jutting lustfully from the vee at the top of her cunt-gash. The impact of Charlie's hipbones on her whipmarked butt sent a glitter of pain dancing up her spine, but now the pain only added a delicious edge to the ecstasy in her cunt. The captive moaned low in her throat and wagged her butt like a happy dog.
Charlie gasped as her tight pussy whipsawed around his prick. The girl wasn't experienced at fucking, but she had her sister's lusty instincts, and that put her far ahead of the game! He braced his palms on her glowing butt and yanked his cock free again.
Randi was once again fucking herself into senselessness with her cuntjuice-slippery fingers. What a trip! Charlie Martin was fucking her tied-up sister from behind like a wild boar in heat-and the little bitch was getting off on it! Even several feet away, with her butt propped on the couch to open her pussy up to her deeply-delving fingers, Randi couldn't mistake the sheen of cunt oils that glossed Charlie's hammering prick. And the hungering, wanton movement of Candi's ass as it spiraled about the pistoning cock spoke volumes!
"Ah! Ah! Ohh!" Candi's staccato cries came in time to her captor's fucking. Charlie wasn't plugging his cock into her pussy quite as fast as the Weimeraner had, but what a difference the size of his cock made! Every time he jammed his prick was up her pussy she expected to feel its h»»<* J« her throat.
Her boobs rolled like water balloons on the seat cushion as she took the cock greedily up her pussy. Circling her hips around the thrusting bar of cock seemed to make the fucking feel better-and it was driving Charlie wild! Each and every plunging stroke of his cock seemed more powerful than the last.
And then it happened. Charlie hooked his fingers around her hipbones for an incredibly deep thrust of his prick. Her pussy yawned to take it in, and then collapsed around it like a trap! "Yeeeeeaarrggh!" Charlie gasped as a silken noose within Candi's cunt strangled his pistoning cock.
The cunt-swallowed cock spat a fiery burst of jism straight into Candi's womb. "Ahhh!" she cried, feeling the come seething like lava up her cunt tunnel. "You're coming in me! Oh, come in my pussy!"
Another spasm racked her body more violently than the first. And then it hit her: she was coming! The rampant prick in her pussy had set off an orgasm that seemed to build and build!
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard!" she screamed. "Oh God oh God, YOU'RE MAKING ME COME!"
Randi's hips jerked back and forth with spastic intensity, impaling her pussy rhythmically on her fingers. She heard her sister cry out in orgiastic abandon. And then she threw her, golden hair back and shrieked as she came too, her pleasure made perfect by her sister's submission to rape.
Charlie's shoulders rocked from side to side as he fucked his fountaining cock into Candi's cunt. The girl's pussy was coming with the force of a vacuum cleaner. It seemed intent on sucking him dry! Blast after blast of jism surged along the tube of his prick as fired into Candi's pussy, and still the climaxing cunt demanded more!
The cunt passage filled with jism. Creamy come boiled out around Charlie's stabbing prick. The shaft of his cock became streaked with sperm mixed with Candi's cunt honey as he fucked her mindlessly.
Candi was in a delirium of delight. The pleasure from her pussy seemed to be making her hair stand on end. Her entire body tingled with the ecstasy of climax. Her pussy squelched and squeezed around the bar of cock, and drooled come all over the arm of the chair.
At last the come stored in Charlie's nuts was exhausted. Even then, the prick pulsated several more times within Candi's still-coming cunt before starting to go limp. "Wow!" the youth breathed, and pulled his cock free.
A string of jism stretched from the tip of his prick to the slackened lips of Candi's pussy. It broke and fell down the side of the chair. Candi sighed, feeling his jism oozing into the bush of her pussy.
A moment later her hair was grasped and her head brought up. She wasn't surprised to find Charlie sticking his gooey, fragrant cock in her face. Nor was she too surprised, as she began to lick his come and her own cunt juice from the limp worm of cock, that she didn't mind the messy task at all. In fact, she rather enjoyed it.