Chapter 4
Sandy gasped. Her lovely face went blank with incomprehension. Then it crumpled in agony as the import of the big man's words hit her.
"You honestly mean to tell me you didn't enjoy being butt-fucked-by your own father?" The words seemed to hammer into her brain.
The red-haired giant who had plotted to pluck.
Slowly Roger blinked back into consciousness. His head throbbed with a dull, red ache. His eyelids felt glued together.
With an effort Roger opened his eyes. Light stabbed them. He slammed them shut once more. He tried to sort out the glimpse of his surroundings he'd gotten, coordinate it with the fragments of memory floating around the inside of his skull.
He'd been having a nightmare, he knew. He'd been heading for a party, and Sandy and that hot bitch Carmen were coming along. They'd picked up some other kid and Carmen had fucked him in the back seat, then sucked Roger off while he drove. And then ...
Roger opened his eyes. The light wasn't as bad this time. It was sunlight, early morning, streaming in through the windows high up along the walls of some vast, hangarlike building. A warehouse, he realized. Just like in his nightmare.
Then a small movement caught his attention and his eyes flew wide open despite the pain.
For an instant he thought he was still dreaming. Then he knew he wasn't, what he was seeing was all too real, and then he realized it wasn't a nightmare.
A figure seemed to float in midair, pale in the morning sunlight. His tortured eyes made it out to be a female form, nude, suspended by a rope tied around the wrists and passing through some kind of block and tackle in the ceiling. From the auburn hair streaming down the naked back, Roger recognized his sister Sandy. She did not seem to be conscious. Or was she dead?
"Hey, the big He-man is awake," came a familiar-sounding female voice. The sound of it made his skull ring.
Roger twisted his head to look at Carmen. His hands itched to get around her lovely, treacherous throat, but they were tied behind him.
"What have you done to Sandy?" he hissed. "If you've hurt her, I'll-"
"What're you gonna do, all tied up like that, big man?" the black-haired girl asked.
She was wearing a jacket several sizes too large for her that must have belonged to her brother Paco. It hung down to the ripe tops of her thighs, but she hadn't bothered to zip it up more than a couple of inches. Beneath, her magnificent body was naked. He could see the firm dome of her belly, the deep cleavage between her jutting, heavy boobs.
Bound, head-throbbing, hating the girl's very guts, Roger felt his outsized cock give an eager pulse of response to the lewd spectacle Carmen presented.
"Getting a hard-on so early in the morning?" Carmen asked mockingly, and Roger suddenly realized he was naked too. And very, very cold.
Paco walked into view. The wiry Chicano youth was clad only in a pair of grease-covered blue jeans. He carried a bucket of water. "Time to wake up, sweetie," he told the suspended Sandy, and threw the water on her.
Her nubile young body wriggled and began swinging as she stirred into wakefulness. Her hazel eyes slowly opened and she moved her shoulders, as if to ease their discomfort. Then her eyes fixed on Paco. Sandy gave a little cry that turned into a sob.
"Hey, girlie, what's the matter? We ain't gonna hurt you none."
"Not much," a deep voice said. "Just a little bit, to show brother Roger what'll happen if he tries to get cute again."
Hank Scovill strode into view, wearing a yellow robe. He walked up to his bound daughter and began to turn her, inspecting her as though she were a side of beef. Then he turned her to face Roger.
Sandy's pretty face was blotched from crying. Fresh tears glistened on her cheeks.
"What do you mean?" Roger demanded.
He wasn't long in finding out. Carmen was somewhere out of sight, and Hank Scovill was running his hands over his daughter's shivering body. Then the black-haired maid came back into Roger's field of vision, and the boy's blood went cold.
Carmen was carrying a six-foot long whip of braided black and white strips of leather. Her coarse, pretty features were twisted into a look of anticipation that made Roger's stomach turn.
"You cold, baby?" Scovill asked Sandy, who had not yet seen Carmen with the whip.
The auburn-haired teenager nodded miserably. In response the six-foot leather tongue whistled through the air and wrapped around Sandy's slim hips from behind. The long knotted thong at its very tip snapped into the brown-furred mound of the girl's cunt.
"Owwwwwww! Aiiieee!" shrieked Sandy. Her body writhed like a speared eel in the air. Her unbound legs kicked. Her bare skin glistened wetly. Crack!
Sandy's body turned to the impact as she screamed with agony. Roger saw the angry red line cutting across the crack of his sister's ass.
Carmen's huge tits bounced around on her chest as she stood leering at her victim. "What's the matter, Sandy baby?" she taunted. "Don't that feel too good? Why, maybe you should ask your stepdaddy to fire me!"
Sandy was sobbing. Her ass stung as if it were on fire. Her shoulders ached from supporting her weight. Her young mind threatened to snap at the treatment she was undergoing. To be kidnapped, raped, then tied up naked and whipped by an evil laughing brunette who was obviously getting incredibly turned on by tormenting her-it was too much for Sandy to take.
"Why are you doing this to her?" Roger demanded. "Why?"
His father-his real father-laughed at him. "Just what I told you-son," he smiled. "I want to show you what will happen to baby sister if you don't cooperate. Or even if your old man doesn't." His face suddenly darkened. "Your old man! Ha! The bastard that slut mother of yours hitched up with after she had me put away. She thought she was rid of me, eh? You all thought you were rid of me, didn't you? I'll show you!"
He spun to face Carmen, who was standing with her bare legs spread and one hand inside the jacket, playing with a swollen, sensitive nipple on one of her mountainous jugs.
"Whip her!" Hank commanded. "Whip her till she begs for you to stop! Take some skin off the little bitch!"
The whip whistled through the air. Like a serpent it twined around Sandy's belly. The tip flicked the very tip of one of her small, firm boobs. She yelped at the sudden sharp stab of pain.
The whip slithered away, rasping the girl's tender skin. Her nipple pulsed painfully in the cool air of the warehouse. Carmen ran her tongue around her full; red lips and struck again.
Another red weal appeared across Sandy's snowy ass-cheeks. Then another, and still another. "No, no, stop! Pleeeaaase stop!" Sandy begged. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks as the whip spun her like a top on the end of the rope.
Carmen was rolling her own cherry-like nipple under the palm of her hand. She crushed it into the resilient flesh of her tit, feeling the waves of pleasure it sent over her whole body. The pleasure of seeing the little bitch squirm in pain, of feeling the whip bite tender flesh and hearing the girl's pleas and cries-what a trip!
"No, don't! Not again! Please, not again! Roger! She's ripping me to shreds! Help me-do something!"
The words tore at her brother's brain. He struggled to get to his feet, the muscles in his arms and shoulders standing out as he fought the ropes that tied his wrists.
"Go ahead, kid," Hank Scovill told him. "Try and stop little Carmen. Just remember that if you actually get in her way, we'll just take that out of your little sister too!"
The snapping sounds of leather on nubile young flesh were coming like shots from a machine-gun now. The Chicana's face was a mask of ecstasy. The look on her face was like nothing human as she flogged the helpless, naked girl.
On his knees, Roger glared at his captors.
"Oh!" Sandy cried, an edge to her voice like broken glass. "My ass! My ass is on fire!"
Crack!
"Aaaaaaaaaah! My breasts-not my breasts! Don't whip my tits, plea-ee-eeeYAAAH!"
Sandy's body was a patchwork of thin red lines. Her skin looked even whiter than usual under the netting of welts. Her legs flailed and her auburn hair whipped the air as she tossed her head in agony.
A familiar tang filled the air. Roger sniffed, then snarled. It was the aroma of Carmen's cunt, ready and eager for action, dripping with the slimy cunt sauces of lust. She was finger-fucking herself frantically, all ready to come-because she was whipping Roger's little sister.
The furious whip strokes slowed. Carmen was panting like a tired dog. Roger could hear the rhythmic squelching sounds as she plunged her fingers in and out of her oozing pussy. The maid seemed to be considering what to do next.
A couple of quick flicks of leather to the tops of Sandy's thighs made the teenager kick with renewed vigor.
Carmen waited an instant, then struck again. The tip of the lash went right between Sandy's thighs and snapped the wide-open lips of her pussy. Sandy's back arched and a hideous wail escaped her throat. Roger wanted to hide his eyes from the awful spectacle of his sister's pain and degradation, but he couldn't make himself look away. His fingers itched for Carmen's throat.
Again the whip licked at Sandy's cunt. Again it was as if the beautiful adolescent was being electrocuted. Her shriek was hoarse, piercing and endless as unbelievable pain racked her body.
Twice more Carmen lashed her victim's exposed pussy, while she fucked herself with three long nailed fingers. Then suddenly she cried out and dropped to her knees on the concrete floor of the warehouse.
One huge tit hung out of the open front of the jacket. Carmen's ass was pointed right at Roger's face. Only the top of her ass crack was covered by the jacket. The bound youngster could see the inviting pucker of her asshole, the gaping, dripping slash of her cunt looking like a red, raw wound. Even fifteen feet away, the rank smell of her twat was almost overpowering.
As though drawn by a magnet, Carmen's hand came back to her snatch. She stuffed her cunt full of fingers. Roger gasped. The brunette's pussy seemed to be sucking her whole hand! He could see her voluptuous body shake with the fury of orgasm.
As her tormentor masturbated herself to climax after climax, Sandy stopped thrashing. At last her long legs hung limply beside the half-naked Carmen. The bound girl's toes were six inches off the floor.
Cunt juice was cascading down the insides of Carmen's ripe thighs. "Fuck me!" she gasped. "Somebody, fuck me now!"
With a bellow of lust, Hank Scovill lunged forward, tearing off his robe. His mighty cock was powerfully erect. Getting a good look at it for the first time, Roger realized where his own enormous prick had come from. It was the legacy of his natural father.
The big redheaded man went to his knees behind Carmen's upturned butt. He wrapped one hand around his massive prick and took aim. Not for her seething, climaxing pussy-that was still crammed full of thrusting fingers. No, it was the dainty portal of Carmen's ass toward which he steered his mammoth cock.
The little butthole looked tinier than ever in comparison to his giant prick. The blunt tip of Hank's cock jabbed at Carmen's tightly-shut anus.
Hank put his free hand on one of the girl's asscheeks, and began to spread her meaty hams. When the raven haired beauty realized what Hank was trying to do to her, she didn't resist. "Oh yes!" she cried happily. "Fuck my butt! Fuck that big fat cock of yours right up my little asshole. Split me to my chin, baby!"
The well-trained sphincter muscles of Carmen's asshole relaxed. Nine inches of thick, rock-hard, unlubricated cock began to force its way into her poopchute.
It was Carmen's turn to wail in pain. The prick being crammed into her butt felt as if it were tearing her body apart. But her cries had a different tone than Sandy's had. Where Sandy's shrieks had been edged with fear and horror, Carmen's were tinged with sheer erotic ecstasy.
Roger remembered butt-fucking the wanton brunette-when was the last time? Was it only the night before? God, that seemed to be in another world, another existence. Then, too, Carmen had howled with the agony of an ungreased cock corn-holing her. And then, too, the pain had seemed to turn her on to the max. She must enjoy experiencing pain as much as dishing it out, the boy realized.
Carmen had taken her hand away from her pussy to help brace herself against the relentless onslaught of Hank Scovill's cock. "God, it hurts!" she wailed. "But it hurts so good! Put it to me, big boy! Cram your cock all the way up my shit chute!"
Muscles tensed, the redhaired man shoved right up against the matched globes of Carmen's ass. His deeply-buried cock pulsed inside the tight dry channel of her butt.
Roger could not see the look on his father's face. The man seemed to be quivering with excitement, on his knees, with his cock in Carmen's ass. He was still the powerful man his son remembered. His massive frame had gone only slightly to fat, around the belly.
Hank pulled his cock out of Carmen's ass. White fire seemed to pour into her brain. She cried out, screwing her cock impaled rump around and around.
"God fucking damn," Scovill murmured.
With a tremendous effort, he pulled his prick out of Carmen's ass. When only the flared head of the prick remained, gripped by her asshole, he drove his hips forward again.
It felt to Carmen as if it were a white-hot iron, not a huge stiff prick, that was being driven into her body. She shrieked and came. Fragrant juices spilled out of her gaping twat.
Hank could feel the muscle spasms exploding like bombs within the Chicana's supple body. He was fucking in and out of her dry ass channel almost as if it were a wet cunt, Carmen was going wild, her body controlled only by her raging passions, and it felt as if his cock were being ground to a nubbin. But how good it was!
To his right, Hank Scovill saw the dark triangle of his daughter's pussy fur. Hunger welled up inside him. His big hands reached out, around Sandy's slim hips, cupping her ripe young ass-cheeks. Sandy gave a little cry as he.,touched her swollen, tender ass-cheeks, but she continued to hang limp as though unconscious.
Then her long slender legs were draped over her father's shoulders and his breath was hot between her thighs. At the first featherings of expelled air on her cuntlips, her pussy tunnel was instantly awash with the waters of lust. Without breaking the pounding rhythm of his anal fucking, Hank Scovill began to eat his daughter's pussy.
It was as if the shock and torture and humiliation had had a liberating effect on the teenaged girl. His hungry lips had no sooner touched the mound of her cunt than Sandy's legs were wrapped around his powerful neck, as though trying to shove his face deep into her quim.
Noisily, Hank began to slurp and lap at Sandy's cunt. It was boiling hot. Though Sandy had never had her pussy sucked before, she took to it like an old pro. "Oh, yes," she murmured, hazel eyes still shut. "That's it. Do it to me! Oh, lick my little pussy-daddy!"
Hank's prick gave a throb in Carmen's ass. The Chicana sobbed with passion as another orgasm thundered through her body. The power of his fucking sent her into a delirium of sexual joy. Sandy was cocking her hips back and forth, fucking her oily twat on the greedily gobbling mouth of her father. The stubble on his cheeks and chin tickled the soft insides of her thighs. The agony of her beaten ass subsided in a warm glow of pleasure.
Having her cunt eaten out was good! Her father wasn't using any finesse. He was devouring her as though trying to eat her cunt whole, sucking and licking and chewing madly as his lust increased to the boiling point. His arousal transmitted itself to Sandy, and her butt squirmed as her pussy struggled to take in more of his delightful mouth.
Later, Sandy would recall the way her nipples had stood up when Carmen flicked them with the whip. At the time she'd thought it was the pain, but later she would wonder whether or not it had turned her on. She had become hot and horny so instantly when her captor had begun to orally ream her cunt, that in seconds her pussy oils were whipped to a froth and smeared all over his chin.
At any rate, it wasn't long before Roger heard her yell again. "Oh God!" she screeched. "I'm COOOMMMIIINNNGGG!"
Her pussy contracted, caught his probing tongue and sucked it way, way in. Hank gave a muffled cry of surprise, and then his gargantuan cock jerked and throbbed and shot a huge wad of come into Carmen's asshole.
In the throes of her climax, the suspended teenager was wailing like an air-raid siren. Over Sandy's passionate cries came Carmen's voice: "You're coming! You great big stud! Oh, you fucker, fuck my butt full of jizz! Yes! Oh yessssss!"
Sandy's head was thrown back. Roger watched her pulse throbbing in her throat. Her budding tits jumped to the rhythm as she fucked her hips back and forth, screwing herself on her father's tongue as though it were a cock.
"Your tongue is nice! Suck my pussy! Suck me inside out!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Tear me apart! Spew your come clear to my tonsils!"
The air was full of passionate cries and moans. Hank Scovill's cock spurted like a pump, filling Carmen's asshole with hot come while his mouth filled his daughter's cunt with joy. They made a bizarre tableau, the brunette on her hands and knees with the jacket riding up around her waist, eagerly taking in the fat and fountaining cock, while Sandy Morrison rode her father's shoulders and reveled in the feel of him eating her pussy.
Then the massive cock gave a final shot of sperm. Hank's cock pulsed for several seconds more before the fury of coming died down. Straining his muscles, he pulled his cock out of that incredibly tight asshole. His hands were still crushing Sandy's cunt against his avid lips. Then the hose-like prick came free with a pop like a Fourth of July firecracker. Carmen's asshole drooled ropey strands of come.
Sandy was still moaning with pleasure. Slowly the fires of her climax died away. She unclamped her thighs from around her father's thick neck. And finally her legs fell, to hang limply down his broad back.