Chapter 6
Carla could hardly move. They had her draped over the bench, her torso tied to the seat, her arms and legs tied to the frame. Her cunt throbbed with a burning itch, an ache. Skip's cum oozed out of her asshole and leaked be-tween her already-slimy cuntlips. Skip had treated her like a worthless slave, had raped her asshole, had slapped her. around and kicked her, had pulled her hair and forced her to eat Aunt Jane's bloody crotch, had degraded and abused her in ways she'd never imagined, and what did she feel now? Horny as shit! Fit to be raped again!
The problem was that all that hard cock rub-bing inside her body had caused a maddening fuck-tension in her loins. She'd almost come as Skip had raped her asshole. But he'd pulled out too soon, just as she was reaching her climax. And then Aunt Jane's bloody cunt had explod-ed in her face and she'd choked and nearly vomited on the bloody cuntcream, and her own climax had never made it over the hump.
I'm horny! she wanted to scream. Somebody fuck me! Somebody make me come before I go out of my mind! Her cunt pulsated, oozing fuckjuice, getting the bench seat under her cunt muff wet and slick. She eyed the big fat cocks of her two sleeping brothers and she salivated. She could still taste Skip's sweaty cock as he'd raped her throat, could still feel it rub-bing pleasure into her lips and reaming out her throat. He'd almost choked her to death. His pungent male sex-scent had nauseated her. And now, here she lay, hungry for another taste of his stinking prick. She was out of her mind. She had to be.
Aunt Jane was groaning. Carla looked up at the helpless woman and felt a wicked sexual thrill. Aunt Jane was really quite a sexy sight, hanging from her wrists, her heavy tits dangling like swollen waterballoons, just the tips of her toes on the floor. Sweat trickled from the woman's shaved armpits. It amused Carla to see that Aunt Jane shaved her armpits and legs, just like any other woman. She wondered if Aunt Jane had shaved herself when she'd been a nun. She found it hard to believe that that well-stacked, voluptuous bitch hanging naked from the basement ceiling had ever been a nun. No nun Carla had ever seen had tits like those.
"Stop looking at me," Aunt Jane said.
"Why?" Carla said.
"Because I don't like it. Just stop looking at me."
"Then stop looking at me," Carla said.
"I'm not looking at you. The sight of you disgusts me."
"Or turns you on," Carla said. "I'll bet you're just drooling over my naked little ass. Aren't nuns supposed to be hot for sexy little girls?"
"You filthy tramp!" Aunt Jane said. "I should have strapped you just as I strapped your filthy brother. I'll see to it that you're sent to prison along with the two of them!"
"Fuck you, bitch!" Carla said.
Skip opened his eyes and sat up, mumbling and moaning. He looked around, scratched his head and yawned. It took him several seconds before he realized that the two naked, bound females he was looking at were not part of a dream. He finally realized where he was and remembered what had happened before he'd fallen asleep.
"What's all this racket!" he growled. "I'm trying to sleep!" His scratched his balls. His cock was half-hard, and he squeezed it.
Carla eyed his cock and smiled at him. "Let me up, huh? I'm uncomfortable."
"You're crazy," Skip said.
"I feel so exposed," Carla said, wiggling her ass.
"You are exposed," Skip said. "And you're gonna stay that way. And whenever me or Rory feels like it, we're gonna hop on your ass and screw ya."
"Please don't," Carla said. "Haven't you hurt me enough?"
Skip grinned and got up. "We ain't even warmed up yet."
"Don't touch me!" Carla said as Skip moved behind her. He was doing exactly what she wanted. She could hardly wait to feel his big hot cock up her pussy.
"Shut up!" Skip said. "I'll do what I want." His prick was only half-hard, like a big rubbery dildo, but he had no trouble stuffing it up his sister's juicy pussy. He worked it around inside her for a few seconds as she squirmed and moaned under him. Then he let loose his pent-up load of piss before his cock got too hard. He sighed as the piss flowed up his sister's pussyhole.
Carla was too busy squirming with his big cock up her pussy to realize what was happen-ing for a few seconds. Suddenly, she felt the hot fluid swelling her womb, felt hot liquid running out of her crotch and pooling on the bench under her.
"Goddamn you!" she screeched. "Take it out, you dirty pig!" She struggled so hard that the bench moved a few inches on the concrete floor.
Skip laughed, plunging his cock inside her as he emptied his bladder up her cunt.
"Shut up, toilet-twat!" He laughed some more. He'd never experienced a more
pleasurable piss.
Rory came awake with a groan.
"What's all the-" He spotted Skip mounted on Carla's ass, saw the yellow fluid running off the bench and smelled hot piss. "Jesus Christ!"
"She's a great toilet," Skip said.
"You're the toilets," Carla screamed. "Both of you!" The reeking fumes of male piss made her eyes water.
Rory suddenly felt a terrible need himself to piss. He got up his cock hanging like a salami, only half-swollen with blood, and he squatted in front of Carla. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to open her mouth. Then he stuffed his burning prick down her throat. His piss gushed against her tonsils, overflowed her throat and mouth. Piss bathed his balls.
Carla gurgled, gagged, choked, whimpered helplessly. Rory's piss was like hot acid, like a bitter, caustic poison. It burned her throat, bubbled up through her nose like liquid fire. She inhaled some of it and knew she would drown. Her eyes gushed tears. She choked helplessly, spitting piss all over Rory's groin and balls.
He cuffed her alongside the head. "Drink it, scumbag! Drink it, toilet-mouth!" He nearly ripped her hair out. He slapped her across the face.
The snot and tears ran from Carla's nose and eyes almost as profusely as the piss poured out of Rory's stinking cock. She gulped piss, but she couldn't stop choking or gagging. More piss ran out onto Rory's balls than she swallowed.
Skip rammed his bone-hard cock in and out of Carla's piss-filled cunt. This was really a turn-on, fucking his sister's bitch pussy from behind just after he'd filled her up with his piss. As he reamed out her fuckhole, his piss spurted out around his plunging prick and making his balls all smelly and drenched. He liked the sound his cock made in her pissy crotch-the sound of a toilet plunger. He also got off on the smell of his own piss, and on the sight of Rory choking the bitch to death with his big prick and drown-ing her with his piss. He laughed as he raped the bitch, and he forced a couple of fingers up her hot asshole. She squirmed wildly, and that turned him on even more.
Rory started fucking Carla's throat even before he'd finished pissing. As his prick turned to steel, his piss-flow stopped, clamped off by the swelling of his cockmeat around his pisstube. He dove his cock down Carla's throat, fucking freely, enjoying the slapping of his piss-wet balls against her chin, He'd never seen a more miserable-looking face in his life as the one he was fucking. Carla's eyes were raw and red, her face drenched with tears, her nose gushing snot. The snot ran down on his sliding cock, lubricating it. Her cheeks were red and bruised from his slapping. She looked so pathetic that he fucked her face even harder, as if wanting to put her out of her misery.
"Eat that big pisser!" Rory said. "Swallow it!"
He rammed his cock in until every inch of it had disappeared between her thinly stretched lips. His hairy groin nearly broke her nose. He tightened his grip on her hair and fucked viciously. The fuck-feeling swelled his nuts, made his cock turn harder than steel.
Carla hardly knew where she was or what was happening. Hard, red-hot cock filled her body, stuffed into her from both ends. Her nose and throat were on fire from the acid piss. She lay there helplessly on her belly, bound tightly to the bench, letting her brothers ram their pricks into her again and again. Her mouth and cunt had become nothing more than pleasure-holes for their vicious, selfish cocks. She lay there grunting like a pig as the big cocks rammed in-to her nonstop.
Skip twisted his fingers in Carla's asshole. She had an elastic, rubbery ass pucker that gripped at his buried fingers. He wished he had two cocks so he could shove one up her cunt and one up her asshole and rape both her fuckholes simultaneously. As he plunged his cock in her crotch, his piss continued to run out of her. He yanked his fingers out of her asshole and sniffed them. Then he sucked them. The taste and smell of her hot bitch asshole sent him over the brink. His eyes rolled back and he swayed with diz-ziness as the pleasure whirled through his loins, as the molten cum shot through his long pisstube and splatted inside Carla's pissy cunt.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh, mannnn!" Skip gripped his sister's hot ass and pumped his load up her crotch. He could feel his balls contracting, in-flating and tightening like a bellows as they pumped his cum through his flexing cock. He loved that feeling, especially when he had his cock anchored inside a hot bitch.
When Carla felt the cum shooting into her, her lust reawakened and she wiggled her ass. Suddenly, her cunt was throbbing again with the need to come. As she did her best to fuck herself on Skip's plunging, spurting prick, she started to suck hungrily on Rory's sliding fucker.
Rory couldn't believe it! After all the abuse and torture they'd put the bitch through, she was horny. She was munching on his cock like a calf on a tit. As he pulled his cock back, her lips tightened around it. As he plunged it in, her soft wet tongue churned along the sensitive backside of it. His balls throbbed, swelling as big a eggs. He felt tingles in the tips of his toes, in the pit of his asshole, and he knew his cum, was on the way. He swayed drunkenly on his feet as the burning fuck-itch saturated his cock and the jism hot through it. His cum splashed against Carla's tonsils and she started to choke. Rory's excitement soared and he forced his cock all the way down her throat and shot cum straight down her gullet.
Carla guzzled stud-cum. She gagged on the profuse load, but she forced herself to swallow it. Vibrations shot through her brother's puls-ing cock and her mouth filled with them. She screwed herself on Skip's sliding, jizz-oozing prick, the fuck-itch saturating her loins. As Skip's and Rory's cocks flexed in unison, fuck-ing more cum into her, she went into such in-tense spasms that she closed her eyes and prayed she wouldn't pass out and be cheated of the delicious feelings she'd been so long deprived of.
Skip gasped as Carla's cunt nearly popped the head off his pleasure-raw prick. He watched her asshole clutching like a fist, and he slipped his middle finger back inside it.
"Oh fuck, she's coming! Oh man, what a cunt!"
Rory's eyes crossed as Carla nearly sucked his cock out of his loins. Her tongue tortured the most sensitive part of his cock, and his balls continued to contract and eject cum even after he was sure he'd fucked out every drop.
Carla sucked her older brother's cock dry and fucked her younger brother's cock dry. Both cocks shriveled up inside her, the balls and strength of both boys completely drained. She was still squirming, begging for more, when they hauled their cocks out of her and collapsed again on the mat. Within seconds, they were both snoring contentedly.