Chapter 7
Jane's body slumped, weak and exhausted, but her mind was in a maddening whirl. Pain throbbed in her shoulders, in her wrists, and she had to continually order herself to take some of the weight of her body on her toes to keep her arms from being pulled out of their sockets. Her weakness disgusted her. All her life her body had obeyed the dictates of her will, all her life she had disciplined herself to feel and do only those things her mind would permit, and now, for the first time, her body would not obey. She was defeated, defeated by two sadistic teenagers who were devils incarnate, sons of Satan himself.
She was ready to beg for mercy, to submit to anything if they would just cut her down and let her breathe again. Her breathing was short and labored on account of her arms were being stretched overhead, and the pain in her shoulders was as excruciating as the pain of Rory's savage rape. That pain had been sharp and intense, but it had been mercifully short. The pain of being hanged by her arms was long and slow and maddening.
"Cut me down," she gasped, her throat so dry the words hardly sounded. "Please cut me down!"
The two boys kept on snoring, undisturbed. Even Carla didn't look up. The girl was breathing deeply, apparently as sound asleep as her two brothers, who were sprawled out on the mat.
Jane was about to beg a little louder, but she ordered herself to stop, to get hold of herself. It would be better to die than to beg these ungodly savages for mercy. The girl was as bad as her two brothers. Jane could tell that Carla had enjoyed the bestial, unbelievable things the boys had done to her-pissing up her cunt and down her throat, then fucking the holes they'd pissed in. The girl had experienced an orgasm. That was unmistakable. Jane had been as shocked to see Carla climax as by what Skip and Rory had done to her. The girl lay now on a piss-wet bench. Pools of piss lay on the concrete floor under the bench. Cum leaked out of Carla's crotch. It was the most disgusting sight Jane had ever seen in her life, more disgusting even than the gang rape of Trudie Smith.
Hot fluid trickled down Jane's legs, fluid from her cunt. Rory's cum continued to ooze out of her asshole. Her loins throbbed. She had an itch between the cuntlips and up her cunthole that wouldn't quit. She told herself that she'd been irreparably injured, that Rory had broken something inside her to cause the constant throbbing and itching and dripping from her cunt. She was not responsible for the sexual ex-citement she felt, that she had been feeling for hours now, despite her pain. She was not responsible for these filthy sexual feelings that would not let up. She was not!
"Cut me down!" she screamed, her vocal cords shredding. "Damn you all, cut me down, cut me down, cut me down!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, twisting and jerking and fighting.
The boys were on their feet and wide-eyed as if a shotgun had been fired in the basement. They stared at Jane dumbly as she continued to scream and shout.
"Shut up!" Rory said at last.
"Yeah, shut up!" said Skip.
"I'll scream until I'm dead!" Jane shouted. "I'll scream forever-until you cut me down! Help! Help! Somebody, help!"
Rory snatched up Jane's own belt, the belt that had laid the welts all over his own skin as well as Skip's, and he cracked it across Jane's stomach. "Shut up!"
Jane screeched all the louder, jerked and thrashed even more violently. "Demon bastard! Help me, somebody, help me!"
"Shut up!" Rory strapped her across her tits, across the loins. "Shut up, damn you!" He cracked her across her back, across her ass, across her legs.
Jane wailed like a banshee. Snot ran from her nose, tears from her eyes. She spat at Rory, at Skip. She screamed bloody murder.
Rory cracked the belt across her skin. Welts flared up and swelled immediately. Jane's body was consumed by fire. She foamed at the mouth, jerking as if suffering convulsions. Hot fluid gushed from her crotch and drenched her legs. Her own piss dripped from her toes and pooled on the floor.
"Jesus Christ!" the boys said in unison, watching the piss run from Jane's crotch like a yellow waterfall.
"Get a knife," Rory said. "A knife, quick!" Skip scrambled up the basement stairs and was back in seconds, his cock hard and wag-ging from side to side as he slapped the handle of a butcher knife in Rory's hand. "Are you gonna cut her?" he said, pulling on his prick.
"Christ no!" Rory said. He reached up and started to saw at the ropes securing Jane to the joists. One of Jane's arms broke loose and slapped down against her body as if made of wood.
Jane hung by one arm, completely out of her mind. She gibbered meaningless words, let out wild screams. As Rory sawed through her other rope, the rope broke and she fell to the floor like a heavy sack. If she hadn't banged against Rory on her way down, she would have cracked her head on the concrete. She lay in the pool of her own piss and laughed dementedly. The piss ate into her throbbing welts like an acid fire, but she was so relieved to be finally cut down and able to breathe freely again that she hardly noticed the pain.
"Man, what an ass!" Skip muttered, gazing down at his sexy bitch aunt, turned on by the sight of her lying in a heap in her own piss on the concrete floor. Some sexy red welts glowed on her big, round, meaty ass and Skip felt like beating off just looking at such a beautiful female ass. He got down on top of her and started rubbing his splitting-hard cock between her hot asscheeks. The lube bubbled out of his cock. His own lube, together with the cum that oozed from her asshole, made his cock slick enough to slide into her with an easy thrust.
Jane tensed as his hot prick rammed up her ass. She struggled, but she had no strength. Skip was like an experienced wrestler on top of her, and his cock impaled her like a spear. As he bore down on her, she was forced flat out on her belly against the concrete, her tits and face lying in the pool of her own piss. Jane whimpered as the savage boy humped and rammed and rutted, like a stallion on a mare.
Rory watched his brother raping his aunt's gorgeous ass and his cock got so hard he thought it would split open. He gripped his balls in his left hand and massaged them. His right hand slid up and down his veiny prick. He rubbed his bare feet in the pool of his aunt's piss, then smeared them across her face. As she muttered like a crazy woman, he rammed his piss dripping toes into her mouth.
"Suck my toes!" Rory said. "Suck the piss off, bitch!"
Jane was too weak to fight them. Hanging by the arms for so long had left her completely exhausted. Her arms felt like rubber. It was painful to lift even one finger. And the weakness of her arms had spread to the rest of her body. Even if Skip, who was all bone and muscle and teenage energy, had not been grinding down on her, reaming out her asshole with his red-hot, steel-hard cock, she wouldn't have had the strength to struggle to her feet and run away. They had weakened her, exhausted her, had broken her strength and her will. She sucked the piss off Rory's filthy toes like an obedient, even worshipful slave. She was grateful to him for having cut her down, and freed her from the terrible pain of hanging by her arms.
"That's it, bitch," Rory said, working his foot deeper into his aunt's mouth as he worked his hand faster and more firmly up and down his big cock. "You're a toe-sucking piss-drinker, ain't you Aunt Jane!"
Skip growled and giggled as he screwed. His hard belly smacked against his aunt's meaty ass. His big cock plunged in and out of her juicy, seething shithole. Wild feelings shot through his cock and made his balls tingle and throb. It felt so good being able to use a woman's ass this way, being able to rut at her as hard and freely as he wanted to. It turned him on to have her lying on her belly in a pool of her own smelly piss as he raped her from behind, and it turned him on to see her sucking Rory's piss-drenched toes.
"Aww, feels so fucking good!" Skip moaned. This was the kind of fucking he'd always dreamed about. He could do anything he wanted to the woman, as hard as he wanted to, for as long as he wanted to, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He thought of all the cock-teasing sluts at school-including his own sister-and thought about how they teased a guy almost insane, then didn't put out, thought about how they used their bodies to get what they wanted to out of. guys. Well, right now, the tables were turned. Skip was getting what he wanted for once. Aunt Jane represented at this moment all the cock-teasing sluts who had ever tried to drive him insane. He rammed so hard that he almost knocked the wind out of himself.
Janie gasped, grunted as Skip stabbed his long cock into the heart of her guts. He was fucking her so violently that her body was sliding on the piss-flooded concrete, her nipples grating against it. His prick felt as thick and long as an arm, the enormous head of it pounding her en-trails like a fist.
Rory pulled one foot out of her mouth and replaced it with his other foot, forcing her to lick and suck the filth and piss off it. He was getting off on watching Aunt Jane squirm on her belly as Skip buggered the shit out of her. He was getting off on the feelings caused by her hot mouth wrapped around his toes, and on watching her suck piss. His hand moved faster on his cock and the feelings in his loins mounted to a maddening intensity. He yanked his foot out of his aunt's mouth and sat down in front of her, his naked ass resting in her piss. As he yanked her head up by the hair, he stuffed his quivering, dripping cock in her mouth. He hugged her head and forced her to suck down every inch of his cock. The jism shot through his pisstube and exploded into her gullet.
"Ahhhhhh!" Rory moaned, his head swim-ming, his eyes rolling. He crushed his aunt's blonde head in his arms as he rutted at her throat, pumping his boiling cum down it.
Skip couldn't hold off another second. The sight of Rory forcing Aunt Jane to suck cum sent such excitement through him that his cock was shooting almost before he realized it. He bellowed as loudly as Rory as he churned his belly against his aunt's ass and pumped his slimy load up her asshole.
Jane jerked as the cum was shot into her from both ends. She choked on Rory's pulsing, spurt-ing prick, her senses reeling on the potent taste and aroma of his jism. She felt the hot spurts of Skip's cum drilling her asshole like bullets of hot wax. The scents of piss and male sweat added to her dizziness and delirium. She real-ized suddenly that despite her choking, she was sucking on Rory's jerking cock as if she were hungry for more of his cum.
As Skip fired his load up her asshole, she squirmed, wiggling her ass wildly, her ass-cheeks and asshole contracting as if to suck the cum out of his meaty cock. Then she realized that the tightness in her loins was not simply a sen-sation of being stuffed with hard prick, but that it was also a sexual tension, a maddening ten-sion that sought release. Even though she was getting fucked up the asshole, her cunt was burning and pulsating. As she rubbed her naked fits and belly against her piss-drenched concrete, she humped her hairy cunt against the concrete as well. Suddenly, she couldn't get enough of the feeling, of the throbbing and tingling and itching inside her. Suddenly, she was coming!
Her eyes rolled back and she almost died with pleasure. Spasms rippled through her cunt, through her asshole, throughout her entire body. Her toes curled against the balls of her feet. Her throat tightened around Rory's cock, her asshole around Skip's, and both boys groaned as she milked the last of their hot fuck-loads from their pleasure-raw pricks. She jerked and trembled under Skip as the orgasmic waves coursed through her body again and again.
"She's coming!" Skip moaned. "And she don't even have a dick up her cunt!"
"She's an asshole bitch," Rory said. "She don't need a cock up her pussy, just up her horny ass."
"Or down her hot throat," Skip said.
"Yeah," Rory said.
Jane was still writhing with the final spasms of her orgasm when Rory began to piss. She choked, spitting piss all over his groin and balls. Rory laughed and kept on pissing. His rubbery cock dangled down her throat, gushing piss that filled her gullet and mouth.
"Drink it!" Rory ordered. "Suck it out!" He pinched her cheeks until she swallowed.
Skip started pissing up her asshole.
Jane was still tingling all over from her orgasm, so she found a twinge of satisfaction in taking the piss-loads of the two boys into her body. She couldn't help but choke on Rory's bitter, acidic bladder-juice, but she also felt a strange kind of hunger for it. She guzzled down more than she spat out. Nor could she deny the pleasure she felt as Skip's piss filled her cum -splattered guts. Skip was giving her a piss -enema. Her loins filled with a strange but pleasant sensation.
She moaned as the boys pulled their cocks out of her. As her body cooled and her excitement abated, she felt sick to her stomach. What had come over her? They'd used her as a sex-toy, as a toilet, and she'd enjoyed it.
"You old sow," Skip said, and Jane couldn't deny that the name he'd called her fitted.