Chapter 5
"Wow!" Billy Bramblett breathed. His cock seemed about to burst right out of his shorts. "I'm so horny I can barely goddamn stand it!"
Belle laughed, a bit shaky herself. She'd had no idea watching the dog fuck the captive girl till they both came would be such a turn on! Her panties were swimming with the rank juices of her twat. Her tits seemed to have swollen like balloons till they were twice their already enormous size. And in fact, to Dave, leaning drunkenly against the upright of the porch, it seemed the blonde's tits were visibly larger.
"You're so turned on, why don't you fuck her yourself?" she asked cheerfully.
Billy grimaced. "Take sloppy seconds to Ralph? Her pussy's all filled up with dog jism."
Just then Ralph, the last of his come pumped into the captive's churning cunt, pulled his prick from Marcy's pussy. She moaned, tossing her head as her orgasm continued to shake her.
For a moment the dog peered at the mess of Marcy's cunt honey and his own come slobbering from the gaping lips of the prisoner's pussy. Then he turned and walked away, wagging his tail happily. Marcy's body bucked up and down several more times, her big tits jiggling, and then she lay still.
The afterglow of her climax didn't stay with her long. Like the dog's fucking itself, the climax Marcy had gotten from Ralph pistoning his small canine cock in and out of her juicy pussy was short, bestial, and incredibly powerful. It shook her naked young body like a giant's hand, then left as swiftly as it had come.
Realization flooded over Marcy like a choking tide. I've been fucked by a dog! But it was of her own free will that she began to fuck the animal back, orgiastically, violently, passionately. And she had come! The oily walls of her pussy had convulsed ecstatically around the plunging prick, sucking the animal's jism deep into the almost virgin mysteries of her cunt!
"Use your imagination," Belle said. The shotgun was hanging in her grip again, muzzle pointing toward the turf. Unconsciously one small hand stole up to cup a plentiful tit. The girl moaned. "You got her tied up with that hose. Why don't I go out and get the rope from the car to tie her up, and you take the hose and hook it back up and scour out her sloppy snatch real good?"
Billy licked his lips and shook his head. "Sounds good," he said hoarsely.
With a glance at Dave, Belle put the shotgun on the ground and ran out the gate. Billy stood over the naked captive. Her luscious body was heaving as she cried bitterly, heartbrokenly.
"Enjoy yourself?" he asked, with coarse amusement. "You don't need to answer that. I've got eyes. You loved fucking that dog like nothing else!"
The wretched captive shook her head. Marcy wanted to shout, no! No, it isn't true! But she couldn't. That would be a lie. She had loved being fucked by the German Shepherd. And she'd never live down the shame!
Billy pulled his shirt off over his head. His body was hard and muscular with only a slight overlying layer of fat, that showed up mostly as a slight spare tire around his middle. His arms were thick and hairless, like his barrel chest.
Stubby fingers undid the fly of his shorts. He ran them down his hairy legs. His undershorts seemed full to overflowing with his balls, and his prick tented the briefs far out from his crotch. Marcy looked at him through slitted eyes and a haze of tears.
The head of the boy's big cock was a breath away from her face. Just like that awful night in the mountains. Despite her horror and revulsion at what had just been done to her, Marcy found herself seized by fear, fear of that night, fear of what would happen next.
Dreadful and degrading as it had been to be raped by a dog, the thought of Billy fucking her with that huge cock of his was a thousand times worse. Marcy would rather fuck an entire kennel than feel Billy's prick plunging and throbbing inside her helpless body-whether in her mouth, her pussy, or her anguished asshole!
Slowly, Billy dragged down his pants. The boxer shorts pulled his stiff prick along with them, till Marcy could see the shaft of the mighty cock pointing straight downwards like an arrow. Then the elastic waistband released the head of the cock, and Billy's prick snapped upright with such force that it smacked against his belly.
Marcy gasped at the size of his cock, even as he stepped out of his underwear. She'd seen it before, but only at night. In the daylight it seemed as thick as his arm! And the purplish-red cockhead seemed the size of a clenched fist. The terrified girl wondered again how she'd been able to take that tremendous cock up the tiny passage of her asshole without dying.
The youth straightened. "That's it, get a good look at it," he leered. "Lots of girls would sell their souls for a chance to have that plugged into their tight little pussies. You had to go and turn me in!" The look of lust on his face changed into anger. His features knotted with rage, began turning purple. Even in her fear Marcy thought the way his face darkened with blood reminded her of his cockhead, blood-gorged and inflated just inches away from her face. "And now you're going to pay!" he gritted.
"You can start making her pay, right this instant," came his sister's voice. She came in through the gate with a coil of rope. "Get her untied, big boy."
As Billy began loosing the rubber hose that held Marcy trapped on the chaise lounge, his sister flicked out a gleaming switchblade and cut off a length of the coarse and hairy rope. It looked about right to go around their victim's slender wrists.
The blond youth gathered Marcy's wrists into one paw-like hand and rolled her over on her belly. The chaise was dripping with the sweat of her lust and her fear. Sweat coated her tits in a slippery layer. She felt soiled all over, not just in her dog-fucked pussy.
"Here." Belle tossed her brother the piece of rope. He caught it and quickly tied the prisoner's wrists together.
"Hang onto her, will you, Belle?" he asked as he picked up the hose.
"Sure." The blonde came over and took charge of the naked teenager. Billy went off with his cock wagging before him to attach the hose to the faucet again.
Marcy shuddered at the touch. The clear light of torture-lust that burned in Belle's blue eyes was bad enough. But there was something more, something sensual about the way the shorter, plumper girl held her upper arm. Something that hinted at another kind of lust.
The girl barely repressed a yelp as a finger touched her side. "Nice," purred Belle. "Your skin feels nice." She ran her fingertip down the prisoner's ribs. Marcy bit her lip. Her joints felt rubbery. She knew now that Belle wouldn't be content simply to watch her brother rape and degrade the captive!
Billy screwed the end of the hose back onto the faucet, then turned the water on with a wrench of his thick wrists. The water jetted out powerfully, sputtered twice, then flowed in a steady, hard stream. He tested it with his hand and grinned.
Marcy twisted in her captor's grip, trying to get up off the chaise. The water was coming out of the hose awfully fast. She was afraid of what it would feel like firing full-force into her cunt!
But Belle held her still. Billy approached, grinning widely, shooting water off toward the swimming pool. The rippling water in the pool sent twisty yellow bands of light crawling up his torso. "Turn her around," he commanded.
Marcy shrieked. With surprising strength Belle swung her so that she was sideways on the chaise with her legs toward Billy-and her cunt exposed to his cock. "No!" she gasped. "It'll kill me-dooooooon't!"
The smirking youth put his thumb over the nozzle so the stream of water was more concentrated than before. Then he turned the full force of the hose on the splayed open lips of Marcy's cunt!
"YaaaaahhhheeeeYYYYAAAHHHHH!" howled the tormented teenager. It was like having a sand blaster played over her sensitive pussy lips! Her full jugs bobbled like water bags as she squirmed against Belle's unyielding grip. Redness obscured her vision as agony surged up from her cunt.
Methodically, Billy Bramblett hosed the congealing dog-come away from the portal of
Marcy's cunt. When the gaping pussy mouth was once again clean, shiny pink-reddening somewhat from the water smashing into it-Billy took his thumb away. An arc of water leapt from the nozzle, to break into fragments on the padded, furry mound of Marcy's cunt.
Billy bent down. Marcy felt his hand on her cunt bun and shrieked as though being burned alive. It took all of Belle's strength to hold the maniacally struggling captive as her brother brought the gushing nozzle up and inserted it in the howling girl's pussy!
"Urrrrhhhh! Ahhhh! GAAAAAHHHHH!" Marcy gurgled as water shot into her pussy like a rocket exhaust. If the feel of the water-jet bruising her cuntlips had been hell, then there was no word to describe the agony of having the water shooting up her snatch!
It was like the feeling when Billy had fucked his fat cock up her helpless butt. There was the same intolerable sense of fullness, as if her cunt was being inflated like a water balloon-and the same feeling of obscene invasion. But mostly there was blinding, gut-wrenching agony!
The helpless captive writhed and wailed as though it was the nozzle of a flame-thrower stuck up her pussy. In sick desperation Dave watched his sister fight, her face hidden by a cloud of whipping auburn hair as she threw her head from side to side in agony. He felt a cold fury-at himself as well as his captors. There had to be something he could do to help her!
The brass nozzle of the hose was cold and metallic within the victim's cunt. Smiling maliciously Billy stirred it around inside her tortured pussy, making the girl's screams shriller. Water jetted all around the hose in a ghastly imitation of jism flowing from a come-filled pussy. Marcy's bare ass rolled around and around as though she were fucking the hose.
After a horrible eternity Billy yanked the hose from the wailing victim's cunt. For an instant the stream smashed into Marcy's clit. "Weeeea-aaahhhh!" she yelled. Then at last the agonizing water was gone.
The hose lay hissing on the grass. "I never fucked in a swimming pool before," Billy announced. He squatted and scooped up the limp captive in his arms. "And now it's time to try!"
Marcy lay loosely in his arms, exhausted from the torture-by-hose. He carried her to the middle of the pool and unceremoniously dumped her in. She had time to take in a rapid breath, and then the water closed over her head, filling her nose.
"Hey! You can't do that!" shouted Dave. "She'll drown!"
"So what?" laughed Billy. "But I won't let her drown. That'd be letting her off too easy!" He jumped in after the girl, who had surfaced and was thrashing the water with her legs in a frantic effort to keep her face out of the water. The splash of Billy coming into the water swamped her and she went down again.
Kicking, spitting water from her mouth, Marcy felt the boy's hands close about her waist. Then her head broke water and she sucked in a long shuddering breath. Her long hair streamed down her face and some went in her mouth. She was still trying to spit it out when she went under again.
Billy held the captive from behind. Her ass looked like two moons squeezed together. His cock pounded with his lust maddened pulse.
He dragged the wiggling girl to him. His cock pressed between the demi-globes of her pallid ass, like a bar fitting into the groove between her butt-cheeks. She screamed underwater. She'd rather drown than have him fuck her ass again!
But that wasn't his intention. Her head broke water as he lifted her so that the head of his prick slipped into the slit of her pussy. He groaned aloud as the wet, rubbery lips of her cunt enwrapped his throbbing cockhead. Then he pulled her onto his prick with a furious heave of his hips to drive the cock deeply into her pussy.
"Agggghhh--! " Marcy called, cut off by water filling her open mouth. Soaked first by the water from the hose and now with Billy's wet prick thrust into it, her cunt was totally dry of the slick lubricants a hungry pussy generates to ease the entry of a cock. And straight water is not lubricative at all! Billy's cock went into Marcy's cunt with a dreadful tearing friction that seemed to blow the top off her head!
The youth felt the tightness of her pussy crushing his cock. His prick pulsated within Marcy's cunt. He'd come off at any second, he knew. But he was going to fuck his struggling, half-drowned captive till she was cross-eyed first!
The ungreased entry of his cock into Marcy's cunt that had maddened Marcy with pain had the opposite effect on Billy. It served to sensitize his giant cock so that every inch of that cunt-buried prick felt the snugness of her pussy on it! "Ahhh," he sighed.
She was like a hooked fish, so violently was she fighting. The sensations that traveled up his prick as her pussy twisted in a dozen frenzied directions around it were indescribable. He began to push her along the spar of his cock.
Just as when he'd fucked her butt, Marcy found that his prick hurt worse going out of her unoiled cunt than slamming into it. The water parted above her head and the air burning in her lungs came out in an agonized scream that had her brother throwing himself against his bonds again to help her. It was no good. He was as helpless as she was!
With her hands tied behind her there was no way Marcy could keep her face out of the water. She was completely at Billy's mercy and he thought it was funny the way she had to battle furiously for every breath! He was so engrossed watching the naked adolescent that he almost fucked his cock clear out of her pussy.
He stopped just before his prick slid free of her clinging cunt lips. With a grunt he rammed the cock back up her pussy. It seemed he felt a blast of water hit him in the crotch as his thick cock pumped the water from the captive's cunt. "Unnnnhhhhh!" he moaned.
Then he was completely locked in the grip of raging horniness. The tightness of the pussy that held his cock, the motions of that pussy around the prick as Marcy Jennings fought for her life were a turn on beyond imagining. He began to plunge that mammoth cock in and out of the girl's watery cunt as fast as he could, using his hands to fuck her on his big prick.
Marcy was almost out of her mind, torn between the agony of the cock that seemed to be shredding the delicate walls of her pussy and the agony in her lungs that burned for cool, life-giving air. Time after time her head surged out of the water like a surfacing sea-monster's, but every breath she sucked in seemed to be half water. Her stomach was full of pool water, adding nausea to her torments.
Billy fucked her with glorious abandon. It seemed he'd never stuffed his prick into a tighter pussy in all his life! And never had a girl rolled and writhed around the plump meat of his prick with such wanton vigor.
Then again, he'd never fucked a girl who was having to fight with hysterical strength for the very breath of life before either!
Lying back on the chaise, Belle massaged her giant jugs frenetically and moaned like a cat in heat. The free-flowing juices of her cunt had soaked her panties and there was a dark line down the crotch of her jeans that followed the slit of her brimming pussy. She was hornier than she'd ever been in her life! The captive's strangled screams were as sweet a sound as she'd ever heard.
Paradoxically, Marcy's screams were music to Dave's ears too. At least they showed she was still alive! But he almost hoped his sister would find merciful death in the family's own swimming pool. He knew now that Billy Bramblett and his sadistic sister were capable of any atrocity!
Like an underwater fuse, Billy felt a flame flare up in the head of his cock and burn its way down his pistoning cockshaft. The pressure of Marcy's cunt fueled the flame. Every muscle in the girl's gorgeous naked body was clenched now in her pain and her struggling. And it seemed her pussy was crushing his cock to death!
He didn't mind! He was in heaven from fucking the nearly-drowning girl. The spark in his cock met the powder keg of his balls. His cock exploded into Marcy's tortured cunt.
Marcy felt jism blast into her pussy with almost as much force as the garden hose up her cunt. "Annngggglll!" she howled beneath the water. Then her head was in the air again, and she could scream as loud as she wanted.
In a delirium Billy fucked his coming cock into the captive's pussy. Her butt churned around his prick like a washing machine, pulling wad after wad of thick and creamy jism from the head of his cock.
The slimy sperm fountaining from Billy's prick finally acted as a lubricant within Marcy's cunt, easing the pain of his cock's furious back-and-forth fucking. But the come itself stung the raw pussy tunnel! Marcy felt Billy's crotch slam into her asscheeks as he fucked his cock full length into her. The cock spat jism. It seemed that the come shot halfway to the girl's tonsils!
Marcy opened her eyes. Her limbs slowed their panicky movement. The pain was leaving her pussy. She was almost relaxing as Billy fucked the last of his come into her tormented pussy.