Chapter 11
"Ughhh...ughhh...oooooh!"
Melanie jerked her hips, raising her ass high above the throw rug. Mike reached over, pinching her nipples with one hand while keeping up the steady fucking rhythm of his bottle-screwing. Melanie couldn't keep up with him. Sweat broke out on her forehead and all over her belly and tits as she threw her hips up and down, listening to the soft sucking sounds the bottle made as it trenched out her pussy.
"OHHHHH!"
Melanie couldn't believe it. She was going to cum! She was actually going to reach orgasm with that damned bleach bottle pistoning in and out of her cunthole. The young girl threw her head from side to side. Howls and shrieks of delight ripped from her throat. Her cunt muscles sucked the bottle in deeper. The bottle jerked and bobbed, the smooth finish sucking softly against her pussyflesh. Her clit swelled to bursting. Soon, soon it would explode, blow apart and send her off reeling into that wonderful land of climax!
"UGHHHHHHHOOOOOOO!"
Melanie was blowing to pieces! Her clit exploded, making her legs kick up, then straighten and crash against the floor. During all that excitement and movement, the bottle shot out of her pussy, hitting her ankle. Melanie could feel the warm juices trickling out of her hole, seeping into her sweaty butt-crack and oozing into her shitter.
"Man, she's somethin' else. Bet these broads are regular nymphos," Mike commented.
A fucking machine. She and her mother. That was all they were good for. Were she and her mother the kind of women who could never get enough? Melanie had heard some of her friends talking about one girl at school who was like that. She would crouch in the bushes outside the gym and practically attack guys, almost begging them to fuck her. Now a shock raced through her brain as she felt the embers of her cum die away. Was she turning into one of those women?
Joe and Mike left her alone for several minutes. Neither of them allowed her to get up. Melanie lay on the filthy rug, one hand over her eyes, trying to regain control of her breathing. They had said they'd waited for her. Well, now they'd had her, done their dirty little thing on top of her. Were they going to let her and her mother go now, leave their home?
"You ever see two women make it before?" Mike suddenly asked.
A chill swept over Melanie's body. No, no, they couldn't be thinking of...of that!
"Or maybe see a broad fuck a dog? Man, that's somethin' else," Mike said, throwing back his head and laughing.
Melanie wondered if there was a dog in the wings, some dog they were going to drag out and fuck her and her mother with it.
"Yeah, too bad we ain't got mutts around here to sic on these sluts. Naw, I ain't interested in seein' two women makin' it. Waste of time. I could be fuckin' the shit outta them," Joe said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
Melanie lay there for what seemed like hours, her flesh growing cold as the men talked about fucking and beating women. She wondered if they were going to hang her from the overhead beam as they apparently had done to her mother.
It must have been toward midnight when Mike stirred from his sitting position. Tina had given up trying to break free and she lay as still as her daughter, waiting for the men to tire of their game and leave.
Melanie couldn't take the waiting any longer. She shot up, tucked her legs under her buttocks and stood up. Both Mike and Joe were taken by surprise as the girl flew past them and made it to the stairs. She had climbed three steps when Joe was on top of her, pulling her back to the basement.
"She's still got some life in her," he said, pinning her arms behind her and dragging her back to the carpet.
"Man, I ain't in the mood to fuck 'er. Come on, let's teach the bitch a lesson...same as we taught her old lady," Mike said, getting up and ambling over to the double sink. He was taking the rubber hose out of the double tub and checking the fixture. "But this time let's try the thing up her cunt. The old lady got an enema. Now the daughter's gonna get a douche."
"NO! NO!"
Melanie struggled, her feet sliding on the wet concrete, her back pressing against Joe's hairy chest. He still was holding her hard, his fingers pressing hard against her wrists. He nearly broke her bones, she thought, as he shoved her hard up against the sink.
"OOOHHHFFFF!"
He knocked the wind out of her with that hard forward thrust. She felt the cold porcelain against her belly. Joe was bending over, scooping her up into his arms, then swinging her legs over the forward lip of the heavy laundry sink, resting her ass on the edge while her feet dangled down toward the drain at the bottom. Mike was holding that black rubber hose, staring at her cum-smeared pussy.
"You're all dirty, honey," he said, waving the hose in front of her horrified face. "No, no, don't..." she whimpered.
"We gotta clean you up. Ain't nice for a little girl like you to go around with a pussy full of cum now, is it?"
Her thighs tensed as she watched Mike move the hose forward to her cunt. She tensed, her back stiffening, her head snapping back when she felt the cold touch of the rubber. Her tits rose on her chest, the nipples growing stiff and dark red once again. Mike inserted the hose, shoving it in, into her slick little cunt.
"Ohhh, what a nice girl you are," he cooed, his lips curling into a slick smile.
Reaching over, he gripped the spigot and turned it slightly. Melanie cried out, her eyes fluttering open when she heard the slight soft hiss of water. Peering down, she saw the hose twitch, swell, move as the water seeped through the rubber and into her cunt.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Her tits jiggled. Melanie felt warm water swirling around in her pussy. It was soothing, comforting, feeling that liquid rinsing out her poor, violated snatch.
"Oh, GOD, GOD!" It was Tina, realizing what was happening to her daughter. "Don't do it to her. She's too young...OHHHH!"
Melanie tried closing her legs. But Mike knocked them apart. He was fascinated by what was happening. He could actually see her cunt lips swelling, becoming bloated, reflecting the rising excitement the girl was feeling as she was being douched. Joe was still holding her hands tightly behind her, resting his chest against Melanie's back to give her support while she squatted on the edge of the laundry sink.
"UGHHHHH!"
The water was getting hotter now. She could feel her pussy membranes shrinking, growing wrinkled as the intensity of the heat grew. It was becoming uncomfortable, even painful. Mike grinned, reached over and turned on the cold water spigot.
"OH!"
She stiffened again, her head thrown back, her hair sweeping over her shoulders. The temperature in her cunt cooled down, but the intensity of the rushing water increased dramatically. It was like having a thousand tiny sucking tongues playing along her clit, stimulating it horribly! She started rocking her ass from side to side.
"YYYYAOOWWW!"
Mike had played a terrible trick on her. He turned off the hot water, leaving only the cold rushing into her cunt. It was as if someone had punched her in the cunt with a fist. Melanie nearly pitched forward into the sink. Joe held tightly onto her wrists, his dick growing stiff as he watched the girl screw herself onto the hose.
"Stop it!" Tina shrieked again.
"No, don't stop...no stop..." Melanie countered in a tight whisper.
Mike had turned the hot water back on. Her flesh was growing slick again with perspiration as the hot water rushed into her snatch. She groaned, feeling her clit vibrate against the rushing water. Twice she managed to snap her knees together, rubbing her thighs from side to side as droplets of water sprayed out from around the inserted rubber hose.
"UGHHHHH!"
How awful! She was cumming, cumming with no other stimulation than the water and the hose rubbing back and forth over her clit.
"Man, this is somethin' else," Joe said, shaking his head from side to side as he tightened his grip on the wildly pitching teenager.
"UNghhhhHHHRHHRRRR!"
For what seemed like hours the young blonde teen came and came, the water heating up instead of cooling down her pussy. When she was finally through, Melanie slumped forward, exhausted. Joe lifted her from the sink, lay her on the rug, then dressed hurriedly with his buddy.
"See you, ladies," Mike said, tucking in his T-shirt and starting up the stairs. "Didn't get any cash from you broads, but got somethin' a hell of a lot better."
"Yeah, we may stop on by sometime later," Joe added, quickly rushing up the stairs.
Tina lay quietly, not daring to breathe until she heard the kitchen door slam. Melanie was groaning. Raising her head, she saw the girl was playing with herself.
"Melanie! Quick, untie me!"
"Fucking, mother. That's all there is. Just good old fucking!" the girl cried, her head tossed back, her hair sweeping over her tits and shoulders. "Ohhhhh, good, hard cocks!"
"MELANIE!"
Tina realized her daughter was in shock.
It was some time before she could convince the girl to crawl over and untie her. Once freed she held her hysterical daughter in her arms, rocking her back and forth, soothing the teenager until Melanie finally, exhausted, slept.
Never, I'll never hold things back from her or myself again, Tina promised herself. It would take months, perhaps years, to come to terms with what happened here. But never again would she try to suppress her normal desires or her daughter's. Mike and Joe hadn't done what damage there was. It came from within, inside herself, inside Melanie. No, from now on they would be honest with themselves and with each other.
"Mother, are they gone?" Melanie whispered, waking up for a moment.
"Yes, dear, they won't be back. But we've got to talk later about...about all this."
Melanie sighed, then sank back into unconsciousness.