Chapter 4
Dave's prick felt hot inside Marcy's pussy. She lay perfectly still beneath the youth's body. She felt him tense as Belinda Bramlett-nicknamed Belle-stepped through the gate into the Jennings' backyard.
The short blonde girl's huge jugs bobbed up and down. The gate slammed shut behind her. She grinned suddenly. "Don't try anything, Dave," she said. "Get up off that stupid slut and stand away from the lounge."
Dave glared at her. "If you do anything to my sister, I'll-"
"You won't do a goddamn thing. I'll blow off one of your legs and let you watch me cut your precious sister to pieces. She's fucked things up royal for my brother. And she's gonna pay for it no matter what you do!"
Without looking down at his naked, trembling sister Dave raised himself. His cock slid out of the girl's brimming pussy. Despite her horror, Marcy bit her lip as the thick prick moved across her clit. The cock popped from her cunt and Dave stood up.
His prick hung down, coated with his come and his virgin sister's cunt juice. The cunt juice was slightly tinged with red from the breaking of her cherry. Scowling at Belle, Dave took a step back.
The girl's blue eyes scanned the yard. The thick-barreled shotgun pointed toward Dave and his sister, ready to swing to cover either of them. For some reason Marcy wasn't as panicky as she would have thought-if the blonde so much as sneezed she could blow either Marcy or her brother in half. The sun beat on Marcy's bare, pale tits.
By the wall of the house was a coiled green garden house. Belle jerked her head at it. "Get the hose," she ordered. "Then tie up your sister with it."
Dave looked down at Marcy. He clearly read the fear in his sister's eyes. But he knew he didn't have any choice. He turned away and walked deliberately toward the house.
He thought wildly about flinging the heavy coil of hose at the girl with the shotgun. If only he could lure her closer! But she was too wary. She kept her distance-and kept the gun covering him.
It took all his strength to twist the hose free of the faucet. He skinned his knuckles on the wall, cursed and sucked at his hand. "Hurry up!" Belle snapped.
As though walking on eggs Dave came back to the chaise with the coiled hose slung over his arm. He could see the goose-flesh on his sister's naked body. Her nipples stood up hard from the pillowy masses of her jugs. She was breathing heavily.
The young man sniffed the thick aroma of her sated, come-filled pussy as he approached the girl. He felt a sudden, sick shame that the interloper should find them this way-weak and happy from a torrid, incestuous fucking!
"Tie her arms behind her," Belle directed. "Sit up, bitch!"
With a nervous glance at her brother, Marcy obeyed. He bent down and gently pulled her arms behind her. Her skin was hot from the sun.
"Keep calm," he said in her ear. "There's nothing we can do right now. Nothing but wait."
Marcy nodded. "No talking!" Belle said sharply. She reached into a back pocket of the jeans stretched tautly across her plump asscheeks. Something jingled as she brought it out and tossed it toward Dave.
It clinked on the flagging. Sunlight glinted from a pair of handcuffs with oepn jaws. "Pick 'em up," said the blonde. "Then cuff yourself to that pole there, the one holding up the porch-roof."
Dave looked at her. If he cuffed himself to the upright his sister would be completely at the vengeful adolescent's mercy. He would be unable to help her.
The muzzle of the shotgun was like a black eye staring hungrily at him. He wouldn't do Marcy any good if he was dead. He did as he was told.
Belle backed up to the gate. She kept the gun trained on Marcy as she turned her head and called out, "Billy!" It was an unnecessary precaution. The naked, sweaty, auburn-haired teenager was too frightened to try anything!
Billy! He had come here and he'd want revenge far worse than his sister. Marcy's mind flashed back to the night before last, to the terrible scene at the mountain lookout. Her ass smarted just at the thought of the way he'd whipped her and forcibly butt-fucked her.
What would he do to her now?
Marcy's jugs rose and fell convulsively. She thought her heart was about to hammer its way out of her rib cage. And then Billy came through the back gate.
He was dressed in a fuzzy white tee-shirt and shorts that left his hairy, muscle-corded legs bare.
His face was sunburned beneath the sun-bleached blond mop of his hair. To Marcy's complete surprise, he also had a dog on a leash trotting along at his side.
He came through the gate, smiling. "Well, we meet again," he told the frightened girl. She could see the massive bulge of his stiffening prick pushing out the fly of his shorts.
"You missed all the action!" his sister laughed. "The bitch was actually getting it on with her brother-they were fucking right out here in the backyard!"
Billy's smile went rigid. "You don't want me to touch you but you give it away to your brother," he said in a dangerous voice. He handed the leash to his sister, who let the shotgun point toward the ground. Then he walked toward his nude captive.
Then Marcy saw what he was holding in his other hand, and she screamed.
He had a whip!
"Yell all you like," the burly youth said. "Nobody home to either side of you."
Dave pulled with all his might, but the post to which he was chained held fast. The metal bracelet of the handcuffs bit into his wrist. "Leave her alone," he grunted. "Don't touch my sister, or so help me God I'll kill both of you!"
Beside the chaise lounge and the shrinking girl
Billy looked at him. "How're you gonna do that? You're not going to get the chance to try anything!" He bent down and cupped Marcy's face with his hand. She turned pale and tried to twist away.
"You listen to me," he hissed. "You've caused me a lot of trouble-a whole shit load of trouble. Nobody does that and gets away with it. Hear me? No one!"
He took a long step back. Marcy shook her head dazedly. And then her tits exploded into pain!
With deceptive gentleness Billy had brought the whip forward. It curled around his victim's shoulder without causing her any pain-then cracked full across both bare jugs! "Oh!" Marcy gasped. Then catching her breath, "Aaaaaaii-iiYAAAAAAGH!"
The pain was unbelievable. Marcy blinked back blinding tears. Her breath sent daggers of pain lancing through her tits, into her rib cage. Her stomach turned over.
Belle was delighted. "Oh, do it again!" she cried, jumping up and down. "Hit the bitch again! Make her howl!"
Marcy scarcely had time to feel terror at the almost childish sadism in the blonde girl's voice when Billy struck again. The leather whip bit her jugs with a crack like a sheet snapping in a high wind.
"Oooooowwwaaahhhhhh!" wailed Marcy. Her nude body leapt into the air. She fell onto her back. Her long pale legs thrashed at the air in mindless agony, like the legs of a beetle turned over on its back.
"No!" Dave yelled. "Noooooooo!" Billy's harsh laughter blended with Belle's as the blond youth raised his arm again.
In her torment the girl had made a bad mistake. With her legs waving her pussy was winking pinkly between her butt-cheeks. Her cunt was exposed to Billy's lusting gaze and his whip.
The next stroke of the lash popped right on the fragile and vulnerable mouth of Marcy's pussy!
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The naked girl bounced into the air like a leaping swordfish. She turned in mid-air and landed heavily on her belly, sobbing uncontrollably.
It felt as if a red-hot branding iron had been touched to the lips of Jenny's pussy. They seemed to swell at every heartbeat, throbbing with pain. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" the girl moaned as wave after wave of agony rolled from her pussy. Her aching tits were crushed against the warm and sweat-damp vinyl of the chaise.
The post thrummed as Dave threw himself against the handcuffs. The exertion almost broke his wrist. But he could not free himself!
"Let her alone!" He was practically in tears at the awful pain he knew his sister was feeling. Her ripe white buttocks shook to her agonized weeping. "Stop!"
Billy Bramblett wasn't listening. The fury of lust that he'd felt night before last was upon him again. It was a rare and special passion-one he only felt when abusing a helpless, lovely girl captive!
He began to whip the upturned buttocks. The snowy hillocks of Marcy's ass became crisscrossed by a fine network of glaring red lines. She shrieked incessantly, her cries a ghastly counterpoint to the smack! smack! crack! of the whip on her ass.
The hose, its end knotted around the girl's slender wrists, moved like a snake. Marcy's pale nude body writhed frantically on the lounge. Her whipped jugs seemed to be being rubbed raw, but she barely noticed. She was hardly aware of anything but the pain from her stung pussy and her brutally-beaten butt!
For a second Dave managed to tear his gaze from the awful spectacle of his sister-the girl he'd been fucking so passionately just a few minutes ago-screaming and squirming under the lash reddening the cheeks of her flawless butt. He glanced at Belle Bramblett. The blonde-haired bitch was turned on! He could clearly see the outlines of her nipples through the shirt she wore, its shirttail knotted over her stomach. And he could all but smell the aroma of her aroused cunt.
"Yiiiiiiiiiii! No, no, please-aaaaahhhhhh!" Marcy was hoarse with shrieking and pleading. Billy was panting like a marathon runner, but his whip fell on her anguished ass with machine-like regularity.
And then the whipping stopped. Marcy tensed her pain-wracked body in fearful anticipation of the next blow of the flaying whip. But it didn't come. Slowly she relaxed into the couch. She began to cry even harder as less of her energy was used up in shrieked pleadings and useless struggles.
She heard the whip hiss into a coil on the flagstone beside her. Then she felt her arms being gripped. She had no strength to resist as Billy lifted her and turned her over on her back. "Ahh!" she exclaimed at the touch of the chaise on her beaten butt.
Billy pulled her down till her butt was on the very end of the chaise lounge. "Owwwwwww! Stop!" Marcy cried at the agonizing friction on her ass. Billy smiled. The sound of Marcy's pain was music to his ears.
He ran the free length of the hose that bound the girl's wrists around one arm of the chaise, between her arms and her back, then looped it around the other arm of the couch. He tied a knot. Then he knelt at the foot of the chaise and tied Marcy's quivering thighs to its legs.
Her legs were spread, baring her still-sore pussy. She felt Billy's breath hot on her cunt. A shudder shook her.
Billy straightened. "Now," he said. "Bring Ralph."
Marcy's heart fell still further. So the evil brother and sister team had an accomplice! It wasn't enough that these two and her brother should witness her degradation. The humiliation was almost worse than the physical torment.
But neither Belle nor her brother left the yard to call a newcomer. Instead Belle stepped forward, eyes agleam with unnatural passion. At her heels the dog, a mostly-black German Shepherd, walked wagging his tail complacently.
Marcy looked at her, uncomprehending. Belle Bramblett handed the dog's leash to her brother. Billy's cock, painfully straining at his fly, gave a throb. "Marcy," he said, "meet Ralph."
Wide-eyed, Marcy stared at him. What did he mean? Why was he introducing her to the dog?
Her gaping cunt drew the beast like a magnet. She felt a sudden wet and icy touch on her pussy and jumped into the air. She looked down to see Ralph sniffing at her pussy, wagging his tail eagerly.
The realization hit her like a sledgehammer. "No," she breathed. "No!"
Billy's hideous smirk confirmed her horrid fears. He meant for the dog to fuck her!
Her nubile, naked body bent like a bow as she tried to escape. But Billy had done a good job tying up his captive. The panicky adolescent could scarcely move except to raise her body and move her hips. She could do nothing to protect her pussy from the horny animal!
The increasing excitement of the dog's sniffing showed how quickly he was getting the idea. It worked against the lovely, horrified prisoner that she had so recently and so happily fucked her brother. The smell of pussy sauce that permeated her cunt served to inflame the creature's lust!
In a moment Ralph had a raging hard-on. Unable to believe his eyes, Dave Jennings saw the dog's stiff red prick sticking out beneath his furry belly. They meant to go through with it!
"You can't do that!" he cried. "That-that's inhuman. You can't let that dog fuck my sister!"
"Wanna bet?" Billy sneered.
"Wuh-wuh-whaaaaaaa!" yelped Marcy. It felt as if a wet towel had been dragged up the slit of her pussy. In reality the dog had lapped at her cunt with his long, red tongue!
Her head spun with dizziness and nausea. Could this really be happening to her? The dog's saliva was sticky on her cunt mouth.
Ralph lapped this tasty human cunt again. His cock was pulsating with the need to fuck the comely captive. The taste and smell and feel of Marcy's cunt was irresistible.
Even as the girl broke into uncontrollable shaking at the thought of what was about to happen to her, the dog jumped up onto her. She felt the stiff hairs on his chest stab unpleasantly into her open cunt. "Ow!"
Then she thought, my God, he's about to do it. She went into hysterics. "Nooo! Ahhhh-get him off! Get him off me! Dave, Mommy, anybody-don't let this dog fuck me!" She threw her body off the chaise, trying to break loose.
Ralph clamped his strong forelegs around the bucking girl's waist. Then his hips began jerking back and forth as he tried to fuck his cock into her waiting, helpless snatch. It was no easy task, the way she kept jumping around!
And then his canine cock found its target. One instant it was jabbing at the doughy outer lips of Marcy's cunt. Then it arrowed between the daintier pussy-flaps, straight into the oily and elastic depths of her pussy!
Marcy froze with her ass almost entirely off the chaise. Her position was exactly as if she'd been ecstatically fucking herself on her beloved brother's cock-not trying to prevent the obscene invasion of her cunt by an animal's filthy prick!
For several heartbeats the girl held that position. Ralph's small cock pulsed inside her pussy like a tiny fist opening and closing within her cunt tunnel. The walls of her cunt seemed to be trying to shrink away from contact with the animal's cock.
She drove her butt into the chaise with all her strength, unmindful of the pain that shot from her cruelly-whipped asscheeks. She had to get that dog cock out of her pussy. And it worked, if only for a moment. Her cunt was snatched from around the animal's prick.
But it was a fruitless gesture. Immediately her canine tormentor plunged his prick once more into her pussy. And now, maddened by his victim's struggles, he gripped her with his forelegs and began to fuck her with breathtaking speed!
Marcy gasped as the dog began hammering his prick into her pussy. Her body bounced to the impact of the prick being driven into her pussy! Ralph drooled on her bare belly and pumped his prick in and out of her cunt.
The prisoner couldn't catch her breath. The force of the animal's fucking drove the air from her lungs. As furiously as Ralph plied his cock in and out of her pussy, her cunt was being stretched as much as it had been by Dave's giant cock! Or at least it felt that way.
"Ghaaaaa!" Marcy moaned, tossing her head from side to side. "A dog, a dog-I've got a dog's nasty prick in my pussy!"
"It's what you deserve, slut!" screeched Belinda, far gone in lust and vindictive glee at watching the brunette get raped by the dog. "You made hassles for my brother-now you pay!"
Mute with shock, Dave looked at Billy. The blond youth stood over Dave's naked, dog-raped sister like some evil image of a god. He glanced up and his eyes met the bound youth's. What Dave saw there convinced him that his sister had no hope at all. She could expect no mercy from Billy and his sister. They were animals as much as the dog plugging Marcy's pussy with his slick, scarlet cock.
Faster and faster Ralph fucked his victim's pussy. Marcy's body thrashed beneath the animal's weight. But nothing she could do could stop him from pistoning his disgusting, slimy cock in and out of her cunt.
Abruptly the dog sucked in a great breath of air. His furry body tensed. With a spasm of fierce energy he fucked his prick farther into Marcy's cunt than ever before.
"Ahhhhhh!" Marcy sighed and then realized the sound had been one of pure pleasure!
She was getting turned on!
The renewed flow of her aromatic pussy juices had been what the dog smelled to make him speed up his fucking. The auburn-haired young beauty's body was turning traitor. It was responding to the raw, animal power of the beast's fucking! She screamed a tortured scream.
A look of surprise crossed Billy's face. "Hey," he said in amazement. "I smell cunt!"
He bent down and stared at his captive. The dog's cock was a crimson blur as it fucked in and out of Marcy's pussy. Even as Billy watched a fine spray of pussy sauce was thrown from the girl's cunt by a particularly hard thrust of the German Shepherd's cock.
"I'll be goddamned," he said. "She's horny! The crazy slut is getting off on being fucked by the dog!"
Belle gave a harsh caw of laughter. "Told you!" she crowed. "She doesn't deserve you, Billy. A damned dog is her match!"
"You're lying!" Dave shouted desperately.
It was his sister who refuted him. She hadn't heard him. But in her sudden overwhelming passion she cried out, "Oh no-ohhh yes!
I-uhhh!-a dog, oh god, a dog! A dog is fucking my pussy-and I love it! Oh, don't stop, oh help me-don't sto-o-op!"
Dave shook his head. It was too much to take. He slumped against the post and his eyes filled with tears.
Marcy's nude body was as active as before. But now she was excitedly fucking herself on Ralph's rigid prick, not trying to escape it! A stream of small grunts and cries came from her mouth as she felt her pussy being pumped full of pleasure by that bestial cock. It was as if she had become an animal herself!
Inexpertly her pussy began to clutch at the dog's ramrodding prick. The dog woofed in excitement. He hadn't fucked his cock into anything like this in his whole life! The writhing girl's sinuous cunt seemed to be trying to milk the jism from his balls by way of his thrusting canine prick!
The rapid friction of Ralph's prick on Marcy's cunt walls and cunt lips and clit drove her crazy. She went totally out of control, wriggling madly beneath the dog and churning her pussy around his cock.
The dogs hips moved with machine gun speed. Pure pleasure enfolded his hot cock. Then, with a sharp yip, he came.
"WeeeeeAAAIIIIIIIII!" screamed Marcy as the scalding flood of canine jism filled her pussy. "Come in me! Oh yes! A dog is coming in my pussy and I'm about to-I'm about to c-c-COO-OMMMMMME!"
The second blast of come from Ralph's prick was sucked from his cock as Marcy's pussy closed around the plunging dog cock. The dog blinked and rammed his cock home in the coming pussy with incredible strength as his cock spat again.
The dog and bound girl fucked together in a frenzy of climax. Ralph's jism filled the pulsating passage of Marcy's pussy. The foaming white come surged out around the girth of the dog's prick and dribbled down Marcy's splayed-out asscheeks.
Belle saw it. It delighted her. "Oh, look at that!" she said, clapping her hands around the shotgun she still held. "He's pumping her quim full of jism! And she's coming!"
Marcy didn't hear. She wouldn't have cared if she had. All that mattered to her was the sheer ecstasy of orgasm-and the big strong dog still urgently fucking her juicy cunt.