Chapter 5
"No, Mom," Roger said in a hoarse whisper. "I can't explain. But you've got to listen to me!" Nervously he flicked his eyes toward his sister. The girl was only ten feet away from where the phone was hung on the warehouse wall, and she was tied up.
This time she was not suspended from the ceiling, though. A low table had been brought in from somewhere. The naked adolescent was bound across it, with her ass sticking up to one side and her tits just over the other edge, nipples pointing down at the cold concrete floor.
She was sideways to her brother, so he could see her face, and what went on at the other end of her body as well. He shuddered and looked back at the telephone receiver in his hand.
"Roger?" Janice Morrison asked nervously. "Son, what's the matter? What's going on?"
Roger looked up. Hank Scovill grinned at him and gave a little slack to the leash he held. The large German Shepherd dog straining at the end of it gained a few inches, toenails scrabbling on the hard floor. The tip of his cold black nose touched the vulnerable pink lips of Sandy's pussy. She squealed in terror. She could not escape the touch of the animal's nose on her cunt.
The shepherd loved to screw human females, Roger had been told. The dog was practically shaking to pieces with horniness. Roger could see his red dick sticking out stiffly beneath his furry belly. The animal wanted to shove his cock into Sandy's exposed cunt.
And if Roger did not cooperate, if he did anything to warn their mother that she was being lured into a trap, the dog would get its wish. "Roger-?"
"Mom, please! It's an emergency. Don't ask questions, just come! Can you do that?" "Well, I guess so." Her voice was hesitant.
The dog sniffed again. Sandy moaned again. Roger was sickened, but he had no choice. The words seemed to turn to ashes in his throat as he gave his mother directions on how to reach the abandoned warehouse.
"And remember," Roger told his mother, hating himself for what he had to do, "be sure to come alone."
He replaced the telephone receiver, cutting off a stream of worried questions.
"She coming?" Hank asked. Roger nodded numbly. "Good," Paco said.
"Let the little bitch go," Hank said. "Damn, I was almost hoping the kid would try to screw us up. Old Duke here hasn't had a piece of human tail in I don't know how long. Take him and tie him up out back, Carmen-and don't mess with him, you horny dog-loving greaser slut! We might need him later."
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The warehouse was huge and stark in the brilliant midday sunlight. It seemed dead, deserted. What's going on? Janice wondered, as she climbed out of the Mercedes.
She stood up, blinking in the sunlight despite her dark glasses. She was a tall woman, taller even than her daughter. She was a comparatively young woman, thirty-four years old and looking younger.
Roger had sounded frightened on the phone, almost panicked. And Janice was on the edge of panic herself. With the financial standing of her second husband, kidnap for ransom was always a possibility. In fact, she had a dread certainty that was what had happened.
She felt a familiar sick fear in the pit of her stomach It was almost like being back with Hank. She'd lived in fear then, the same as she felt now.
There was only one thing to do. She smoothed her sky-blue blouse and white shorts out of feminine reflex, almost smiling at the everyday casualness of her garb. But that was the way she'd had to do it. If she'd done something out of the ordinary, Moon might have become suspicious and followed her. Janice didn't know why her son had insisted on her coming alone, but she was afraid of what might happen to him and his sister if she hadn't. So she had been careful.
She stepped forward and knocked on the door. It opened and she looked into a face from a nightmare.
Hank!
The familiar heavy face twisted with delight, and then she was grabbed from behind, her arms pinned behind her back.
"What are you doing?" she screamed. "Let me go! Hank-is that you?"
"Hello, Jan, baby," the big man said, stepping out of the warehouse to cup her chin.
"You'll never get away with this!" she gritted, then spat in his face.
He pushed the willowy woman away from him. She fell back, and the hidden man who had hold of her arms bore her down onto the gravel.
"I'll get away with it, all right," Hank 'Scovill said. He unzipped his trousers and brought his huge dick out into the sunlight. Lying on her back, Janice Morrison shivered at the sight.
"You're not-you won't-"
"Yes, I will," he grinned. Even as his ex-wife watched, his cock was growing harder in his hands. Wildly, Janice looked from side to side at her captors. One was a skinny Chicano youth in jeans and a blue shirt, and the other was a full-bodied brunette wearing nothing but a half-zipped jacket. Her body gave off a musky odor of animal passion. Then Janice saw the half-naked girl's face. "Carmen!" she gasped.
"That's right, boss lady," Carmen sneered. Janice could smell the arousal in Carmen's cunt. She's getting turned on, the tall woman realized. Doing this to me is exciting her!
"Hurry up and bang this bitch," Carmen said to Hank. "We can't hold her here all day. It's hot."
It was hot. Janice could feel the heat searing her back through the thin material of her blouse. Then Hank was kneeling, forcing her legs apart, fumbling at the fly of her shorts.
"Hank, stop it," she said, forcing her voice to sound calm. "You can't get away with this. My husband-"
"I'm your husband, baby," he said. His face was suddenly ominous-looking. "That other guy is just a fucking adulterer." The button opened and he started on the zipper. "He can't do notlun' for you anyway. Only way that bastard'll get you back is to pay. And in the meantime, I'm going to get back some of what you owe me, you two-timing slut!"
The zipper stuck. With a cry of rage Hank tore the shorts from his former wife's hips, then he hooked a finger in the elastic waistband of her panties.
"Mother?" came a hesitant, little-girl's voice from the depths of the warehouse. "Mommy, is that you?"
"Sandy!" Janice screamed, coming up off the ground with sudden energy, almost twisting free from Carmen and her brother. Despite their efforts she nearly got her feet under her.
Suddenly her panties were torn away, and Hank Scovill had slammed her back down on the gravel, and then Janice felt the piercing pain as his enormous cock speared into her cunt.
Her scream tore at the hot, heavy air. Pain arched her back in reflex, driving her ass off the searing hot gravel, impaling her dry-walled cunt on the lance of his cock. Then her former husband's weight was on her, and his outsized prick stabbed her like a lance of fire.
Hank pulled his cock out of Janice's cunt as soon as it was in all the way. Going out felt just as bad to the woman as going in. It seemed to tear at the delicate membranes of her pussy.
The painful rape brought back memories. Hank had always loved taking her like this, forcefully, without any foreplay or preparation to get her pussy ready for the awesome task of taking in his huge cock. When the mood was on him, he would just grab Janice and throw her down, or sometimes just pick her up and ram her down on the ready spike of his prick, enjoying her writhing and crying with pain.
And, just as it had happened so many times when they were married, Janice found herself responding to his fucking. Despite the pain, despite her children being held prisoner and possibly in danger, despite the fact she was being raped while her arms were held by a stranger and a traitorous maid, despite the fact that her ass seemed to be frying on the sun-heated gravel-despite all this, Janice's cunt was already brimming with the juices of lust, easing the way for his hammering cock.
In and out of the woman's snatch Hank fucked his giant stiff prick. Every time he bent at the waist and his hairy butt went up into the air, the woman's ass was raised up off the ground by the
cock buried in her cunt. Each time he fucked into her, her cushiony butt was driven deep into the pebbles, so that they left little red marks branded in the sensitive flesh.
But in spite of the fact that each stroke of the big cock made Janice cry out with pain, she was loving it! Her hips went round and round like a cement mixer, screwing her cunt on and off of his fabulous, beautiful prick.
"Take me!" Janice panted. "Take me, fuck me! I hate you, damn you, I hate the touch of you! I hate your face! But I need that cock! Fuck me! Fill me with your cock!"
Grunting like a feeding hog, Hank obeyed. His ex-wife's pussy seemed as hot and tight and delicious as his-and her-daughter's had. It seemed that nothing had ever felt sweeter wrapped around his cock than the greedy lips and soaking-wet walls of Janice's pussy. It was psychological, of course, the joy of fucking again his wife of years ago, the ecstasy of humbling the haughty bitch who had rejected him, of raping with brutal force this tall, proud, lovely woman-and making her like it! It was the most wonderful sensation he had ever had.
Janice's ass was being rubbed raw by the gravel, but still she squirmed her butt around in it, to wrest every last drop of sensation from this forcible fucking. In this erotic frenzy, even having her arms held stretched out on the sun-baked ground added to Janice's delight. She was a greedy, grasping cunt, meant to be used and abused like this, to suck up Hank's cock and beg for more! She was almost insane with pleasure.
"Yes, yes, yes! Keep feeding it to me! Don't ever stop fucking me with that GREAT BIG COOOCCCKKK!" The word came out as a moaning wail as Hank wrapped his arms around her and drove into her cunt with all his might. His prick went in all the way to her womb, filling her pussy to overflowing, and still coming on strong. His hairy crotch rasped her cuntlips, and it seemed as if her hungry snatch would draw in his taut, come-filled ball-sac as well!
To Hank, it felt as if he'd fucked into a milking m4chine instead of a living, eager, dripping human cunt!
"Sweet Jesus!" he breathed, and shot his wad. The jolt of come hit Janice like a bomb blast. She could feel the seething white stuff shoot into her as though from a firehose, almost painfully splashing off the walls of her womb.
"Oh God!" she cried. "Oh, Goooddd! Fuck me hard!"
Hank rolled his hips. His cock screwed ever deeper into the woman's cunt as she came and came and sucked his big cock dry. Through her bra and blouse and his shirt, he could feel her nipples burning into his chest. He was crushing the air out of her lungs as he squeezed tighter and tighter, cramming her more full of pulsating, come-spewing cock. And her climaxing cunt drank it all in.
At last the mighty prick gave a final surge and was still. The lingering muscle spasms of orgasm tugged insistently at his prick before Janice's pussy relaxed. A warm glow suffused the pair, and they were oblivious of their surroundings.
"What a show!" Carmen exclaimed. "Where you been hiding it, big boy? You never balled me like that!"
The black-haired girl's words broke the spell. "Shut up," Hank growled, pushing himself away from Janice. The woman lay perfectly still as his deflating cock slid out of her pussy. When it came free, it uncorked a torrent of cunt sauce and come that trickled down Janice's asscheeks onto the gravel.
What have 1 done? What have I done? the prone woman asked herself over and over. Her ass was beginning to hurt again.
"Get her on her feet and get the rest of her clothes stripped off her," Hank commanded, stuffing his cock back into his pants.
Paco and his sister hauled the new captive to her feet. A trail of come ran coolly down the inside of one thigh. She was too numbed to offer any resistance as they got the rest of her clothing off her and ushered her into the warehouse.
Around the nude woman the walls of the building rose up out of sight. After the glare outside, the gloom within the warehouse seemed impenetrable.
"Mommy?" a weak feminine voice asked.
What Janice saw took her breath away. Her daughter Sandy was tied on her back on a low table, stark naked. The girl's rounded bottom was at the very end of the table. Her slim legs were drawn up by ropes tied around her knees and then secured to the tablelegs beside her head.
On his knees before his sister's exposed twat, also naked, with his hands tied behind his back, was Janice's son Roger.
"Yeah, kids, that's right," boomed the voice of Hank Scovill. "Brought your mommy here so you wouldn't be lonely. And so's you could show her some of the neat tricks you've learned."
"What do you mean?" Janice demanded. "What are you doing?"
"Paying you back," Scovill said gruffly. "For all those years and years I spent, alone in jail, knowing you all had abandoned me. That you'd sold out your own true husband and father so you could live in some rich man's house. Tie her up!"
To one side of the cleared space an upright stanchion ran from the concrete floor to the ceiling high overhead. Paco and Carmen quickly tied their prisoner to it, with her wrists bound together behind the post. The metal pole was cool along Janice's firm, full asscheeks.
From where she was bound, Janice had an excellent view of her two children.
"That's good," her former husband told her. "You get the idea. You're gonna watch Sandy and Roger fuck the daylights out of each other!"
Janice gasped. Her eyes went to her son's crotch. Despite the tantalizing spectacle of Sandy's bare pussy, which was opened up to him like some exotic pink-petaled flower, Roger's cock hung limp as a length of rope between his thighs. He looked up at his father. "I won't do it," he said.
"Ain't you learned your lesson?" the big red-haired man demanded. "I mean, do you want us to do more mean things to your poor baby sister just 'cause you won't dip your dick in her snatch like we tell you to?"
Roger glared at him.
For the first time Janice noticed the angry red lines crisscrossing her daughter's nubile young body. "What have you done to Sandy?" she demanded angrily.
"Nothing we ain't gonna do more of and worse to the little slut, if that rich-ass husband of yours don't ante up some heavy bread mighty quick to buy you back!" Hank said threateningly.
"So that's why you did it! You want ransom after all!"
"You're gonna make us all rich," the big man replied.
"Then why are you doing this to us?"
"The ransom's just money," Scovill said. "This is revenge. I've suffered for years and years while you just laughed at me and lived high on the hog. Well, it's time you did some suffering too. 'Course I got to admit I'm havin' me some fun too. That little daughter you and I made is sure a tasty little piece."
"You mean-you raped her?"
"Not like you think!" Scovill exclaimed. "I left her sweet little pussy strictly alone. I plugged into her butthole instead."
At the look of disgust and horror that crossed his exwife's lovely features, Hank Scovill threw back his head and laughed uproariously.
"You-you beast! You filthy, despicable mon-ster!" Janice Morrison threw herself forward again and again, aflame with the desire to claw her ex-husband's eyes out.
"Hey, come on," Scovill laughed. "It wasn't all that bad for the little slut. At least she didn't seem to think so this morning, when dear daddy was eating out her little old pussy. You just should've seen her-"
"Stop!" Janice screamed.
"-seen her, throwin' her legs over my shoulders and grinding that sweet, sweet cunt against my face. I thought her bush would rub me raw!"
On her back, Sandy had turned her face away from her mother. But Janice could see the pink tinge on the girl's belly, her sweetly budding breasts, as she blushed all over in shame. "Stop it!" Janice commanded. "Don't say another word!"
Hank's cock was visibly rising inside his pants. "Shoulda heard her too-'Oh, Daddy, Daddy! Eat my pussy!' Shit, it's enough to make me want to come in my pants just thinkin' about it." He looked at Janice who was leaning as far forward as her bonds would permit with her face twisted into a mask of hatred. "What're you so upset about? The slut liked it-her brother likes hearin' about it! Just look at him now, over there on his knees between his sister's legs."
In spite of all the force of the young man's will, Roger's cock was stiffening. It was already sticking out straight from his crotch. Its purple head pointed like an arrow right at the moist parting of Sandy's cunt-lips.
"See? He's gettin' hot already." Hank turned to face his son. "Well, what you waitin' for, boy? Stick it in! Can't you see she's all ready and hot to trot?"
"Roger, no!" Sandy said quaveringly. "I won't!" the boy said stubbornly.
Hank's face clouded up and began to look dangerous. "Hey, boss man, don't get pissed off!" Carmen sang with a wicked laugh. "I know just the thing to get the ball rolling!"
She danced over to the table. On the way she shed her brother's jacket. For a moment she stood leering over the naked, prostrate body of her ex-employer's daughter. "Stupid, selfish, arrogant little bitch!" she spat. "You thought 1 was some kind of animal for the way I had your brother wanting me. You knew how he tossed and turned all night with his cock stiff as a rock, moaning and groaning and fucking me in his dreams. You know he couldn't be in the same room with me without going crazy until he could get me alone and slip that great big dick of his into me!"
"Go away!" Sandy moaned, tossing her head. "Leave me alone!"
"Shit no!" the Chicana sneered. "You're loving it. You should see your cunt. There's a big, fat shiny drop of cunt juice right between the juicy lips of your cunt. Why don't you tell the truth, bitch? You've had the hots for big brother since you were old enough to bleed!"
"No, no-it's not true!"
"Sure it is." Carmen ran first one hand and then both over her sweat-glistening body. The hands cupped her enormous boobs and squeezed. She moaned and then went on. "That's why you always acted like a tight-assed prude. You wanted to fuck Roger but were afraid he'd reject you. You were afraid he wouldn't want you any more, after you chickened out that time you were twelve and he wanted to lay you." The black-haired maid glanced at the captive woman. "You shouldn't look so disgusted, Miz Morrison. Hell, Roger's wanted to fuck little Sandy for years. All we're doing is giving them both a chance!"
"I ... won't ... do it!" Roger gritted. His cock stood straight and tall from his crotch.
Carmen dropped to her hands and knees, then rolled over on her bare back. Like a serpent she wiggled till her glorious raven hair was spilling on the floor between Roger's knees. "Oh, you will," she purred. "You sure will, big boy!"
With that she raised her head and sucked Roger's balls into her mouth.
Fifteen feet away, Janice Morrison saw her son's mammoth prick jerk and then start vibrating like a struck tuning fork. The cone-shaped head seemed to glow with a blast-furnace heat as the Chicana sucked Roger's balls. Janice could almost feel it from where she stood.
Roger's body was shaking. Carmen's skilled tongue roved all over his scrotum, teasing and rolling his come-heavy nuts in their furry bag. His brain was fogged with pleasure and rising need. The need to plunge his quivering, greedy prick into something hot and wet and tight!
And that something was not six inches from the tip of his prick. Roger didn't know whether it was true that his sister had been lusting after him as much as he had for her. But Carmen had not been lying about the large pearly drop of cunt juice gleaming in the humid crack of Sandy's twat!
With lewd slurping sounds, Carmen devoured Roger's ball-bag. His cock bounced as though with a life of its own. That gaping, fragrant, dripping pussy drew the boy's cock like a magnet.
Like a flame, Carmen's tongue licked at the thick base of Roger's prick. It was the last straw. With a strangled cry he lowered his head and lunged.
Like a lance of rock-hard meat, Roger's cock stabbed with unerring accuracy into her pussy flesh. Sandy's back arched. Her white buttocks came off the cool wooden tabletop. She screamed.
With something like pain, Janice recognized the girl's wailing cry for what it was. A cry of total, unbridled ecstasy!
Roger's rigid cock slid into Sandy's cunt. All the girl could do was hold herself as taut as a drawn bowstring, butt lifted and hips cocked to take in every last inch of her brother's incredibly long cock. It felt as if he were tearing her quim apart. Her brother's prick seemed thick as a telephone pole!
But Sandy loved it! Loved every cunt-stretching inch of Roger's prick. At last all eight inches of turgid prick were buried to the hilt in the girl's furry cunt. Still Roger's muscles tensed as he sought to drive still deeper into the sweet clinging depths of cunt that surrounded his cock. At the same time the trim muscles of the girl's belly and back' were locked, grinding her impaled pussy onto that stiff, delightful prick as hard as possible.
It was the irresistible force met by the immovable object. With Roger's hands tied behind him, it was almost a contest of wills. A trickle of cunt, oil ran down Sandy's tightly clenched asscheeks.
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, God, Roger-yesssss!" Then Carmen's tongue slipped back along the stretch of skin that anchored Roger's ball-sac from behind. The voluptuous brunette's knowing tongue swirled up and down his ass-crack, then began to lick at his butthole.
With a cry Roger threw his weight forward. He forced his sister's ass back down onto the table. Her tender ass-cheeks, still smarting from the whipping, splayed wide as he fell onto her.
And still more of Roger's cock moved into her cunt.
She turned her head to face her brother. His breath was fiery on her cheek. Sandy's hazel eyes opened wide with astonishment. "Why, Roger, darling," she said in a nearly normal voice. "You're about to make me-COOOOMMMME!"
Like a clenching fist, Sandy's pussy grabbed Roger's cock. Her brain seemed to shortcircuit as a thunderous orgasm hammered into her. Pleasure exploded throughout her body, and then Roger's ecstatic cries joined hers as they came together.
Still crammed balls-deep in Sandy's orgasm-racked cunt, Roger's prick pumped gallons of boiling sperm into his sister's eager body.
"Roger!" she shrieked. "Oh, Roger yes! Fill me with your come! Fill my pussy with your hot, hot come!"
Roger grunted, burying his face between her tits. His buttocks contracted as he ground his cock still more into Sandy's cunt.
With Roger draped over his sister's nude hindquarters, Janice could not see the way her son's come bubbled out of her daughter's pussy. But the brown-haired, captive woman could see Carmen's naked and shiny body writhe as the Chicano slithered forward on her back to drink the rich mixture of come and cunt honey that spilled from Sandy's overflowing cunt, down her ass-cheeks and over the edge of the table.
At last the white juices of Roger's lust was spent in his younger sister's pussy. Exhausted, he lay on the nude girl while the earthquake tremors of their mutual orgasm died away. Noisily, Carmen consumed the remainder of leaked jism and pussy sauce. Janice could see Carmen's body tense, and then her hips bounce up and down as she fmger-fucked herself to climax. Her butt slapped against the floor with a sound like a wet towel as she came.
Hunger satisfied for the moment, Carmen sat up and favored Janice with a lascivious smile. Come dribbled from one corner of her full red mouth. It ran down her chin and dripped onto a cherry-tipped tit.
"Hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did, Miz Morrison," the girl said. "Or as much as your kids did, fucking each other!"
Janice felt soiled. She didn't know what made her feel worse-watching her children forced to fuck each other, or watching their hesitation turn so rapidly to a frenzy of incestuous desire.
Or was it the stirrings of unnatural lust within her own brown-furred pussy?
"That's good enough," Hank Scovill's voice came brusquely. "Paco, get lover boy off his sister and get her turned over while I get thø. videotape cameras set up."
Roger lifted his head from his sister's boobs and peered at his captor. Janice stared at Hank as well, with a combination of fearful anticipation and curiosity.
Hank met her look with a broad grin. "And you, Carmen," he said, "you go get old Shep from behind the warehouse. He's about to get another taste of human pussy!"
It was like a nightmare. Janice heard her daughter scream. Roger came to his feet, his sopping cock dangling between his legs.
"You can't!" he cried. "You said you wouldn't!"