Chapter 3
Kicking and screaming, Sandy was carried toward the dark warehouse. Paco didn't seem to outweigh the teenager by much, but he was immensely strong. For all her struggling, the tall girl could not get free.
A huge, bearlike man was threatening Roger with the gun. "Come on, boy," he snarled. "Out of the car. Slow and easy now, or I'll blow you in half!"
Stunned, Roger obeyed. The bore of the pistol looked like Carlsbad Caverns. He tried to shut the door behind him, but something stopped it. Cautiously, he turned his head.
Carmen stood by him. Rather than pulling up her jeans she had simply shucked out of them. She stood there with the lower half of her body gleaming palely in the moonlight. Her pussy was a shadowy black triangle between her thighs.
"Oh, you stud!" she mocked. "You great big fucker! You stupid bastard! You thought I was hopelessly in love with that horse cock of yours. Ha! My brother Paco is twice the man you are-"
She stopped when she saw the stunned look in Roger's eyes.
"Oh, you did not guess?" she asked. "Paco is more than just a casual acquaintance. He is my brother. And you're going to make us both rich!"
Roger looked at the bear like man with the gun. "You'll never get away with this," he said. "My dad would never pay ransom to a bastard like-"
His head rocked to an open-handed slap.
"Open your mouth again without I ask you, punk," the gunman growled, "and I'll blow one of your legs off. Just 'cause we gotta keep you alive to collect the ransom don't mean you have to be in one piece! Get a move on!"
He gestured with the gun toward the warehouse.
Roger shot an angry look at Carmen, standing half-nude and wanton beside him. At a prod from the huge pistol, he turned and followed Paco and his prisoner.
Inside the warehouse, the gunman yanked him inside by the arm and closed and barred the door behind him.
They were in a corner of a vast, abandoned building. This part had been partitioned off by wood panelling, made into crude living quarters with beds, chairs, tables, and a stove.
The big man with the gun gave Roger a shove. He turned and fell onto a pallet. When he turned over, his captor loomed over him.
"Look at me, rich boy!" he sneered. "You think your daddy's money's going to help you? The only way he can get you back is to buy you. He's helpless-just as helpless as you are, you lilly-livered gutless sonofabitch!"
Enraged, Roger started up. The gun in his face stopped him.
"You ain't goin' nowhere boy," the big man said. "And you're gonna do what you're told. Lie down!"
Glaring, Roger obeyed. Paco stood nearby, holding Sandy's arms behind her. He was grinning. The huge red-haired man walked over and grabbed the girl's chin. He tilted her head back to look at her face carefully.
The man's cheeks were covered with a week's growth of beard, brick-colored and stubbly. His breath reeked of stale booze. Sandy tried to twist away.
"So this is what she looks like," the man murmured. His eyes, Sandy saw, where hazel with gold flecks, just like her own.
"You gonna be a good girl?" he asked.
Sandy shook her head defiantly. He slapped her hard. She blinked back the tears but didn't cry out. "You're gonna be a good girl," the man said, "or I'm gonna mess your brother up bad. Under-stand?"
Reluctantly, the girl nodded. He took her roughly by the arm and steered Sandy to where her brother lay.
"Good," the redhaired man said. "Now, suck his cock!"
Sandy gasped and stared at him, then tried to get away. He twisted her arm cruelly behind her back, forcing her to her knees.
Roger started to his feet. The man clipped him with the gun. He fell back, a bruise forming on the side of his head.
When the car door flew open, Roger's first impulse had been to try to zip up his pants. He hadn't been very successful, though he had somehow managed to cram that outsized prick back inside his white jeans. Now his cock was stirring, pushing up the fabric.
Using the gunbarrel, the man spread Roger's fly open. Sandy saw her brother's hose-like cock, swelling before her eyes.
"Sandy ... don't," gritted the blond youth. Roger had been eager enough to get into his baby sister's pants before. But now, he wanted to protect her from whatever degradation this wild-eyed shabby gunman had in mind. He was angry with his randy prick. He could feel it hardening, betraying him. "Don't let this pervert get his cheap thrills watching-"
The big man laughed. "You got some guts after all," he guffawed. "But don't you try to be heroic, girlie!"
He put a hand between Sandy's shoulders and shoved. The girl fell forward, across her brother's lap. She could feel her brother's prick burning beneath her cheek.
"I told you to suck his cock," the gunman snarled. "Now hurry up and wrap your little sweet mouth around big brother's prick, or I'll blow one of his legs off. Now!"
Sandy lifted her head. Roger's cock sprang to half-mast. It seemed to radiate heat.
"Sandy, no," her brother whispered weakly. But his traitor cock was waving before her tawny eyes, desperately begging for attention.
Stomach churning, unsure of what to do, Sandy reached out and touched her brother's cock. It jerked. She felt it harden. She stared at its purple head, hesitating. Behind her, she heard the pistol being cooked.
"Suck on it!" the harsh voice commanded. "Now!"
Frightened, the girl opened her mouth and lunged.
Roger gasped. He couldn't help it. Nor could he help the way his mighty cock leaped into instant, raging erectness at the first tantalizing, wet touch of his sister's lips.
The heady, meaty flavor of cock filled Sandy's mouth. Her senses reeled. Could this be happening? It was all happening so fast-Carmen and the stranger who turned out to be her brother, leading them into this trap, the maniac with the gun, and now she was being forced to put her mouth on her brother's big, swollen cock!
The inflated reddish-purple head of Roger's prick throbbed inside Sandy's mouth. It felt rubbery and hot. She could feel the boy's heartbeat, coming fast and hard.
"Get to work!" the gunman commanded. Experimentally, Sandy ran her tongue over the cock-head in her mouth. Her saliva was like liquid fire. Roger quivered and put his hands to his sister's head. If he could only pull her head away from his dick! But it was no good. He couldn't face the certainty that the large red-haired gunman would carry out his threat to shoot him.
And Sandy's cocksucking, inexperienced as it was, was too good to give up!
His cock vibrated with pleasure as Sandy's lips and tongue worked over it. The girl's mind was a blank. She couldn't allow herself to think about being forced to lick and suck on her brother's prick in front of the gunman and his grinning accomplices, or about the future, and what that might hold for her and her brother. They had been kidnapped, by a madman who was obviously a sex pervert as well. What abuse and sexual humiliation could they expect at his hands?
Suddenly she felt rough hands grabbing at her auburn hair. Her head was dragged down onto the spike of her brother's cock.
"When I tell you to suck cock, bitch," the red headed man snarled, "I mean, suck cock!"
The incredible girth of Roger's cock forced Sandy's jaws painfully apart as her mouth was driven onto it. She could feel the red-hot underside of his big prick rasping across her tongue.
To her brother, the sensation of having his prick forced down his baby sister's unwilling mouth was unbelievable. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. He could feel the resilient wetness of her tongue being compressed by his dong going into her mouth. Her panicky breath fluttered around the base of his prick. A tremor in her cheek muscles transmitted pure pleasure to the youth's cock. Sandy was hating it, wanting to fight, wanting to spit the nasty, forbidden, pulsating prick out of her mouth.
Sandy gagged. The muscle spasm caught Roger's cock, already primed and ready to come yet again. Roger gritted his teeth. He bucked his hips upward, driving another inch of prick between his sister's strained and unwilling lips. He grabbed her long reddish-brown hair.
Sandy was still gagging and choking, with her mouth impaled on her brother's outsized cock. Her ass twitched inside her skimpy white shorts. Her supple, nubile young body writhed like a snake on a hot stove. Her hands pressed against her brother's thighs. No thought now of saving her brother-she wanted that cock out of her mouth, now! But at the same time, her brother was not about to let that delicious feeling leave his prick. He was the one holding her head in place now.
Suddenly the girl stiffened. A low moan escaped around the meaty stopper of his cock. Roger's back was arched, bringing his taut butt clean off the pallet. For a moment he hung there, suspended. Then his butt dropped with a thud. Instantly his narrow hips drove up again, fell back, drove up.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sandy "Mmmmmmmmmnnnnn-nnngggh!" Her brother was coming in her mouth!
She felt the first warning pulse of his cock. Her throat muscles were still trying to reject the invader, and its action was milking Roger's cock like a machine. Then she felt something jet into the farthest recesses of her throat.
An acrid tang filled Sandy's mouth. The big prick seemed to be exploding. It furiously pumped what seemed like gallons of boiling jism into the girl's throat.
Oh God, oh God, oh God! the girl thought with sick horror. A man is coming in my mouth! He's spewing his sperm all down my throat! I never thought-how could anybody-my brother! My own brother's cock is coming in my mouth!
Delirious, Roger pumped and fucked his load into his sister's pretty face. The rushing ecstasy of orgasm overwhelmed him. This was his sister Sandy! How long he'd longed to get into her! Screw the circumstances-he could feel guilty later. All that mattered right now was coming off in his baby sister's hot little mouth!
At last his huge prick sprayed forth the last of the load of sperm simmering in his balls. Even then his cock continued to jerk and jump in Sandy's mouth as the fury of his orgasm slowly died. Sandy felt the gooey come filling her mouth, leaking out her lips and dribbling down her chin. Some leaked into her nose. She choked and coughed.
As Roger relaxed, Sandy jerked her head away, eyes shut tight. She shook her head from side to side, coughing violently. Droplets of Roger's sperm flew from her lips and chin.
She stopped shaking her head and opened her eyes.
Her brother was looking at her. Sexual satisfaction vied with sick, guilty shame in his eyes. Their gazes locked. Then Roger looked away.
As if in a dream, Sandy became aware of rough hands fumbling with the fly of her shorts. Her white shorts came off an instant later.
"The hot little bitch has been coming in her damn panties," came the gruff voice of their captor. Sandy was on her knees with her trim butt in the air. The shorts were pulled down her thighs and a stubby finger prodded her snatch. She accepted the touch docilely. She was too numb to act now.
A thumb hooked the elastic band of her frilly panties and simply tore the garment off her. "Nice little butt," the big man's voice came. "Paco, why don't you take a crack at her?"
Eager footsteps shuffled forward. Roger heard a zipper being undone and he rolled to his side as if to rise. At once the big black revolver was aimed at his face. He froze.
"She-she's still a virgin," he whispered. "Then it'll do her good to get fucked."
Roger's gaze met Sandy's again, as if to say, I tried. Her eyes were dull and lifeless. They didn't change expression when Paco dropped to his knees behind her.
Then her hazel eyes closed and she bit her lower lip. Her head went back. Roger could see her curving, white throat.
"Aaaaahhhh," Sandy said.
The soft sigh was torn from her as something long and hard slipped into her cunt from behind. It took her dulled brain a moment to realize that it was Paco's cock. From watching him fuck Carmen in the car, Sandy knew his prick was slender but incredibly long.
Going into Sandy's virgin twat, it seemed endless.
When the head of the Chicano's prick first forced its way between her tight cuntlips, Sandy's pussy channel had been dry as a bone. The initial pain of entry of cock into ungreased cunt had drawn the groan from her throat, but it had turned into a sigh of pleasure almost instantly. Immedi-ately her pussy was awash with the aromatic oils of lust, welcoming the intruding prick as eagerly as any harlot's!
In and in the long hard prick slid. It still hurt some. But the friction was so sweet! It was like nothing Sandy had ever before experienced. Her first encounter with masturbation, with her own fingers-was it only a few hours ago?-while watching her brother fuck that treacherous slut Carmen, had been nothing like this. This was a million times better!
The girl had been exposed to sex for the first time that night. She'd had her first orgasm. She'd seen men fucking their cocks into a woman's pussy and eager asshole. She'd seen them lap the rich white yield of their lust from Carmen's insatiable quim. She'd seen Carmen suck her brother's dick till it went off like a pistol in her mouth.
She'd seen her world turned upside down. She'd been threatened with a gun, and had been forced to suck her brother's cock and drink down every drop of come his churning balls had to give. Now she was being stripped and used like a hunk of meat for the pleasure of a brutal stranger.
And she was liking it!
She'd been through a lot. To be enjoying the feel of Paco's cock going into her cunt to the hilt was shameful. She should be saving herself for marriage, though now she had little choice. But she was enjoying it! She was enjoying being raped!
The dark youth's lean crotch bumped into her upturned ass. His crinkly pubic hair rasped her tender pink pussy lips. Paco yanked his cock out of her dripping cunt.
The Chicano had gotten turned on watching the haughty bitch being forced to grovel, to suck her brother off. Serve her right, the rich bitch. He was so horny he could hardly stand it, but he'd stuck his cock into her snatch gingerly. Her brother said she was a virgin. Hell, Paco's sister Carmen had told him that when they were planning this job. The pale-assed cunt might still have her cherry, and Paco didn't want blood all over his nice cock-nor on the pants that were pooled down around his knees. But when he fucked into her, he found he had nothing to worry about. And he got the pleasant surprise that set him off, fucking the lovely young prisoner like a jackhammer.
"Hey-unnnh!-shit man!" he groaned, sweat starting on his forehead. "This little slut's cunt is all wet and ready for it. She's hot to trot, man!"
The next forward stroke of Paco's cock lifted Sandy's knees off the cement floor. They dropped back with a crack a second later, but Sandy hardly noticed. The fast and furious fucking she was getting would have been something to remember for an experienced woman. And this was her first time!
Cunt juice flew in a fine, sweet-smelling spray as Paco pumped in and out of Sandy's pussy. She was whimpering low in her throat in unabashed, lascivious pleasure. The Chicano was taking her like an animal, like a horny stallion. But the degrading position seemed to make it all the more delightful now.
For the first time in their sheltered lives, Roger and Sandy were experiencing a real, forbidden, illicit thrill.
Even without the added thrill of wickedness and danger, the sheer, unbridled, masculine power of Paco's fucking would have driven the lovely auburn-haired girl crazy. Her pussy was getting stuffed full of unbelievably long cock with piston-like drive and energy.
The girl didn't know how to roll her ass around the cock as it fucked in and out of her, to soak the last drop of pleasure through her needy pussy walls. She just stayed there on knees and elbows and took it, time and again, loving every second-and every inch.
Paco was digging it, too. The girl's twat was impossibly tight-he'd almost forgotten what virgin cunt was like. When his sister first broke him in, she was thirteen and had already been getting laid for two years. Yet, when he fucked into Sandy's greedy little gash, it seemed as if he'd never even known what tight was!
Roger was watching like a hawk. He saw the change come over his sister. All the blood seemed to drain from her face. Her lithe body tautened. Then the girl quivered like a plucked bowstring.
"Oh God!" she whispered. "Oh God, I can't believe it!"
"What'd you say, baby?" Paco grunted, ramming his cock home with a slap of crotch against ass.
Sandy screamed her answer. "I'm COMMMMiiinnnggg!"
Paco thought his prick was being crushed. It was like a mineshaft collapsing on his prick. The breath whooshed out of his lungs. Sandy's young pussy was going berserk with orgasm. It was strangling his poor pecker like a boa constrictor!
"Madre de Dios!" he gasped.
Paco came then. His cock sprayed sperm like a firehose, drenching Sandy's cock-grinding cunt channel with thick whiteness. His prick was a blur of motion, driving in and out of the girl's snatch. Cunt juice and jism slimed its length. The gooey mess splattered in all directions as his crotch bounced off her butt again and again.
Sandy thought for sure she'd die of pleasure. Her whole body jerked to the pounding rhythm of her orgasm. She came and came in wild ecstasy, feeling that lovely cock fill her belly with hot come.
The transition was so smooth she barely noticed it in her fog of climax. The skinny cock popped out of her snatch to spurt drops of sperm all over her snow-white buttocks. She barely had time to moan in disappointment before her cunt was stuffed full of hard, driving cock again.
But this wasn't the same cock. Not by a long shot! She opened her eyes to see if her brother was on his knees behind her, fucking her with that mammoth prick of his. But no, he was still lying there, watching her rape through narrowed eyes.
Sandy didn't know anything about screwing except that it was a hell of a lot of fun-but even she could tell that that was no common cock being shoved home in her dripping, coming quim. It was immense. It stretched the elastic walls of her pussy almost beyond endurance, and the tearing twinges of pain that the bigness of his invading cock caused added spice to her never-ending climaxes.
The new prick was at least as long as Paco's, but it was at least as big around as her brother's! It felt as if a telephone pole had been stuck up her cunt when Sandy fmally felt her cunt-mouth wetly kiss the base of the prick. Then it pulled out again, and the girl gasped as the vacuum threatened to turn her pussy inside-out.
It was the big man, of course. He apparently had a prick to match the rest of his size. And the power of his fucking made Paco seem like a crippled eunuch!
After a few hammering strokes the giant cock pulled out of Sandy's snatch. It made a loud pop when it came free.
"Oh, please," begged Sandy. "Please put it back! Put that great big cock back in my pussy!"
She couldn't believe it was her, Sandy Morrision, saying those words. But her pussy needed that cock the way she'd never needed anything before. Sandy had to have it.
She got it. And instantly regretted it.
The gargantuan hunk of cock didn't slip back inside Sandy's aching quim. Instead a big hand cupped one perfect asscheek and a broad thumb prodded at her dainty poopchute. It stretched the little opening as wide as it could. Then Sandy felt the rubbery tip of the vast cock poke at the hole in her ass.
"God, nooooo!" she shrieked in horror.
Roger started up again. The man still had the revolver. He cocked it as the youth gathered himself to spring. The gaping muzzle was inches from his face.
"You just keep still, boy!" the large man growled.
"You leave her alone! If you hurt Sandy, I'll-" "You'll what?" The gunman laughed.
Sandy fought him all the way. But it was hopeless. He wrapped one huge hand around her slim, girlish waist as the other held the pistol unwaveringly on Roger. She could hear Carmen laughing now, a high keening sound. She could hear the wet squish, squish, squish, as Carmen crammed four fingers in and out of her every-ready twat. Carmen was certainly getting her kicks!
The lust-hardened head of the redheaded man's cock felt like a wedge. Slowly but surely it forced open the tight, tiny hole in Sandy's bottom. Sandy thought he was tearing her anus wide open.
Then he was inside. The greased pole of his cock started to slide up the girl's ass channel.
The cock gathered speed as it went into Sandy's ass. The pain was indescribable. It was like a spiked mace being crammed into her tight, tender rectum.
"Aiiiieee! Stop! Please stop!" howled Sandy. "No! Stop! Slower! At least, don't go so fasssttt!" Like a runaway freight train, the tremendous prick was hurtling into the girl's butt. Agony exploded in her brain and she screamed and screamed again.
Sandy was being torn apart. The big man was fucking his big cock in and out of her as ruthlessly as Paco had. Only the Chicano's cock had been working in her wet and wanton cunt, not her ass! Her asshole wasn't built for this! She knew her delicate internal membranes were being shredded by the brutal assault of the cock.
Behind her, the big man was groaning with lust. Roger's face swam in Sandy's vision, pale and strained. He could read the torture written on his lovely sister's features, and that was tormenting him.
Fortunately, it couldn't go on long. To Sandy it seemed like a pain-racked eternity. But the giant redhead with the monstrous prick was too horny to hold out long. He'd gotten turned on forcing the young lovely to submit to his will. And her little asshole was so damn snug that he felt almost sure it'd grind his poor cock to a nubbin. But what a way to go! And the way she was moaning and mewling and wiggling her butt around ...
The first shot of his come was like salt on an open wound. Sandy's ass channel felt raw and abraded, and the sudden seething dose of come stung unbearably. She shrieked again. Her body seemed to be on fire. She cried and howled and flopped while the fat, iron-hard cock spat burst after burst of sperm into her unwilling asshole. She could feel every pulse of his coming cock, seeming to tear her ass more and more.
Finally the giant prick gave a last spit of come. Then it was still. The large man braced his hand against a ripe asscheek and pulled his rapidly-weakening pillar of cock from Sandy's violated asshole. Her arms, locked against the awful onslaught, gave way suddenly. The girl fell forward. Her auburn hair spilled across her brother's naked crotch.
For a few seconds Sandy lay there, breathing heavily. She felt soiled, debased, ruined. The pain in her ass was a steady throb. She wanted to die.
Then she was being pulled up by the hair. She cried out at his new pain, and then her head was being twisted to face her captor.
"Did you like it?" he asked coarsely. "N-no!"
The big man grinned. "You didn't?" he asked in phony amazement. His gold-flecked hazel eyes bored into hers. "You honestly mean to tell me that you didn't enjoy being butt-fucked-by your own father?"
Sandy and her brother from the safety of their home, who had already forced them to submit to sexual degradation, whose hot come was still oozing from Sandy's violated asshole-was Hank Scovill, their real father!
It hit Roger at the same time. With a snarl of anger he was off the pallet, leaping for the gunman's throat. Sandy cried out as she sprawled on the concrete floor of the warehouse, propelled by a violent shove. Then the long black barrel of the revolver swung around hard. Roger felt blinding pain slam into the side of his head. White light filled his eyes, and then blackness.