Chapter 9
The boys didn't wake up until around noon, at which time they relieved their pent-up piss loads all over the two bound females, then went upstairs for some breakfast. After gorging on the groceries their aunt had bought yesterday at the supermarket, they returned to the base-ment, belching and rubbing their distended bellies. Both their cocks were hard and wagging from side to side as they strutted around the basement like two peacocks.
"It sure stinks down her," Skip said. "Smells like a john that ain't been cleaned in a year."
"Smells like a fucking barn," Rory said. "Like a goddamned pigsty."
"That's because of them two sows," Skip said, nodding toward Jane and Carla, who were still bound as they'd been left last night. "Piss-ing all over and rolling in it."
"Since they stunk up the place," Rory said, "they're gonna be the ones to clean it up. And after they get done down here, there's a mess in the kitchen waiting to be cleaned up too."
The boys found a dog collar for Carla to match the dog collar Aunt Jane wore around her neck, and they strapped it on the girl, along with a leash, before they cut the two females free.
The women moaned, rolling on the concrete and stretching. Both women were ready to kiss the feet of the boys for being kind enough to release them. It was as if they'd forgotten that it had been the boys who had bound them and tortured them, and they now thought of the boys as their saviors. They were naked slaves at the feet of their masters. When Skip yanked on Carla's leash and Rory on Jane's leash, the women groaningly but obediently struggled up to their hands and knees, their tits hanging low, their sexy round asses up in the air.
"You sows can start by licking the piss off this floor," Rory said, and he used the end of the leather leash to crack Jane across the ass. Jane's head lowered, her tongue hanging out.
"You too!" Skip flicked the end of Carla's leash against her bare ass and the girl's tongue was flapping before it even met the piss pool on the floor.
The boys massaged their cocks as they watched the naked females slurp up piss as if it were sweet cream. When the women had lapped up every drop, the boys ordered them to get buckets and Pine Sol and scrub down the basement. The boys sat on the basement steps, watching the women on their hands and knees, watching the suds foam up and listening to the brushes against the concrete. Skip got up sud-denly and dropped down behind his aunt. As he drove his cock up her cunt, she gasped.
"Keep scrubbing, washerwoman," Skip said. He gripped his aunt's ass and plunged his hot prick in and out of her cunt.
Jane panted as she scrubbed the concrete and got screwed. She had a hard time concentrating on her job with her nephew's horny teen cock snaking in her pussy. She wanted to moan and wriggle and fuck him back. She couldn't under-stand why a cock up her crotch felt so good to-day after her bloody rape yesterday. She'd never forget the pain of Rory's savage rape, the ter-ror and agony she'd experienced as Rory had torpedoed his prick up between her legs and had torn her cherry to bloody shreds. The memory of that brutal rape would remain with her forever, but right now, all she knew was pleasure. She wanted to gibber, wanted to beg Skip to fuck her faster, harder, deeper. As her juices began to bubble out around his plunging prick and wet his balls, he suddenly yanked his cock out of her frothy, seething fuck hole, and Jane moaned with frustration.
"Keep scrubbing, sow!" Skip cracked Jane across the ass with a hard blow of his flattened hand, then moved over behind his sister and drove his dripping prick up her teenage cunt.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Carla couldn't hold back a whimpering moan as her brother fucked into her. After all that pussy-sucking she'd received from her aunt, after all those orgasms, she was hotter now than ever. For some reason, she was hornier now than she'd been in a long, long time. All that sixty-nining with her aunt had horned her up more than it had satisfied her. Her ass wiggled like a fan as Skip ploughed her with his thick, hot fuckrod.
"Damn you, scrub that floor!" Skip said, and he pinched Carla's ass hard enough for his fingernails to break the skin.
Carla wanted to kill him! But she put her nose to the floor and scrubbed, biting her lips to keep her anger inside. She knew he'd pinch her twice as hard if she defied him in any way.
Skip pulled on Carla's leash as if she were a horse he were riding. Even though he made her arch her back and throw her head back, she kept scrubbing the floor, and that pleased him, gave him a sense of power. He plunged his cock in and out, enjoying the easy, slick motion of his cock in her juicy pussy. As her cunt began to tighten and he sensed her nearing an orgasm, he slipped his cock out of her.
"Damn you!" Carla whispered, her cuntal canal saturated with a fuck-itch that made her want to whine out loud.
Skip moved over to mount Aunt Jane again, but Rory walked over and stopped him. "Time to go upstairs," Rory said.
"Let me come first," Skip said.
"Why don't you hold off for awhile?" Rory said. "You're always wasting it, blowing your nuts before you've had the chance to enjoy yourself."
"I've enjoyed myself," Skip said.
"You can enjoy yourself a hell of a lot more," Rory said. "Come on, let's get these sluts upstairs."
They led the women upstairs like a pair of dogs. They were forced to crawl up the steps on all fours while the boys followed behind, holding the women's leashes. Neither boy could take his eyes off their gorgeous female asses, or off their dangling, swollen tits.
Upstairs, the kitchen was a shambles. The boys had ripped apart the bag Jane had brought home the groceries in like two dogs scrounging for food in a trashcan. They'd thrown empty plastic bags and tin cans on the floor. They'd spilled canned soup and spaghetti sauce down the front of the cupboard. The room that Jane had so carefully straightened up and cleaned yesterday looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in months.
"Get to work!" Rory ordered. "This place is a pig pen!" He laughed dementedly as he kicked Carla in the ass.
Skip, giggling just as dementedly, sent his dirty toes into his aunt's ass and had her scur-rying across the linoleum on her hands and knees to pick up the garbage he and his brother had dropped all over the floor.
"You'd better eat what you can find," Rory told the women, " `cause it's all we're gonna feed you."
The women stuffed crumbs into their mouths from off the floor. Carla chomped down a big chunk of ham fat, then licked up the grease from the spot it had rested on. Jane lapped spaghetti sauce off the cupboard door. Both women licked out tin cans and glass jars before throwing them in the garbage can.
"You find anything in there worth eating, you're welcome to it," Rory said, and the women fought over any scraps of garbage they could find in the garbage can.
The boys watched all this with mounting ex-citement. They massaged their cocks and rubbed their sweaty balls. The sight of the two naked women crawling like animals, working like slaves, and fighting like a pair of alley dogs over a scrap of garbage satisfied them in ways they'd never been satisfied before. Both boys felt the jism rising in their balls and the tension tingling in their cocks, and they knew it was time for some hard action.
"What the fuck is this?" Rory said. He picked up a large green vegetable of some kind. It was a big oblong thing, as thick and long as his forearm.
"A zucchini," Aunt Jane answered.
"What you supposed to do with it?" Rory asked.
"Cook it and eat it," said Jane.
"Cook it, huh," Rory said. "I know a nice hot oven that'll cook it real good."
They tied Jane down over the kitchen table, her legs hanging off one side of the table, her head off the other side. They bound her arms to one set of table legs, her spread legs to the other set. Carla was sat down in a chair and bound to it, her legs spread wide apart, her ankles tied to the front legs of the chair, her arms tied behind her.
Skip stuck his cock up his aunt's cunt and fucked her a few minutes. Then Rory took his turn, fucking the woman for another few minutes, until she was nearing her orgasm. Carla watched, her pussy leaking hot juice on-to the chair seat between her legs. Her mouth watered for the juice-dripping fuck rods of her brothers, and her cunt ached for them.
Rory picked up the zucchini. Skip smiled.
Skip held open Jane's cunt, stretching it with his strong fingers until he couldn't haul it open another millimeter. The woman was steaming inside, her crotch meat slick with cunt cream. Rory shoved the end of the zucchini into her hugely stretched fuck-cavern, then twisted it as he forced it in.
Jane screamed. When she forced her head up and forward and saw what they were doing to her, she almost fainted.
"Oh, please stop! Not that! Not that!" Jane fought her bonds, contracted her cunt, but she was helpless.
"It's a big one!" Skip said.
"She loves big ones," Rory said, forcing inch after inch of the arm-sized zucchini up his aunt's pussy. He managed to get a foot of the vegetable inside her before he knew he'd reached the end of the alley.
"Fuck her!" Skip said. "Wow!" He mastur-bated excitedly as he watched Rory work the huge vegetable dildo in and out of his aunt's cunt. "Make it come out her mouth!"
"Yeah!" Rory growled, plunging the zucchini in and out and twisting it as he did so. The zuc-chini slid easily, as if it had been greased with oil.
Jane's eyes bugged out. Her tits heaved as she panted frantically. Her toes flexed madly. She was going to explode from the pressure.
"Ram her!" Skip said. "Ram the bitch!"
He turned to the side and stuffed his cock in Carla's mouth, forcing her to suck him while he watched Aunt Jane get it with the zucchini. He put his hand on Carla's head and forced her to take his cock all the way down her throat. Thrills swirled through his cock and balls.
Pussy cream frothed out around the sliding zucchini. Jane's cunt was opened up enough to take a fist. Her cit quivered as the zucchini rubbed against it. Rory rammed the big green dildo in and out, in and out. Jane's toes clawed at the balls of her feet.
"Ohhhh Godddd! Ohhhh Godddd!" Jane writhed on the table, in a frenzy of pain and fear and excitement. She was sure the zucchini was going to kill her, was going to split her in half. The pressure was unbelievable. And yet she felt a pleasure in the pain, in the fear. The longer Rory raped her with the zucchini, the more excited she became. She thrashed, jarring the table and making it slide a few inches. Her loins rose and fell to meet the reaming thrusts. Suddenly, she wanted it harder.
"Look at that bitch wriggle!" Rory muttered. "Yeahhhh!" Skip breathed, pounding his cock in Carla's throat and oblivious to her chok-ing and sniveling. "I bet you could shove your arm up her. Look at that big cunthole!"
Rory pulled the zucchini out of Jane's cunt. He shoved the slippery vegetable into Skip's hands, then stuffed his fist into Jane's gaping fuckhole. As his hand entered the hot fuck -cavern of his aunt, he gripped his cock with his free hand and squeezed it, wringing a long, slimy strand of fuck lube out of it. He began to twist his fist and to work it in and out of his aunt's crotch.
Jane craned her head forward, unbelieving as she watched her nephew's fist and forearm sliding in and out of her cunt. Her nephew's knuckles twisted against her cuntal walls, stimulating her sensitive fuck meat even more than the zucchini had. Her cunt contracted repeatedly, her hairy crotch lips tightening around Rory's forearm.
"What a fucking hot, wet, hole!" Rory breathed, grinding his fist inside his aunt. His free hand fisted his cock hard and fast.
Jane writhed, going out of her mind with disbelief and excitement, with fear and pleasure. She was sure she was being torn up inside, that she was being killed. Her nephew's big muscular fist was inside her, for godsake, and half his forearm!
"Punch that bitch out!" Skip panted, ram-ming his cock down his sister's throat, his swollen dick-veins rippling over her lips. "Fuck, this is hot!"
Rory increased the speed of his fist-fucking, ramming his fist in and out of the distended mouth of his aunt's cunt, twisting it inside her, grinding his hairy forearm against her hugely swollen cit. Jane arched up, churning her ass against the table top, working her cunt around his arm. The tremendous stretch, combined with the fuck-tension, made Jane's pussy feel as if it were splitting open in a thousand places, and the fuck-itch running up and down each of these imaginary fissures was driving her insane. As the orgasmic pulsations started in her loins, she wailed with complete abandon. Her entire body shook with violent tremors. The table she was strapped to vibrated.
Rory's arm shook as if he had it plugged in-to an electrical socket. He twisted his fist inside his spasming aunt, feeling pleasant pulsations shooting through his arm. The woman's cunt was chewing his hand up. The violence of her orgasm frightened him. He kept his arm pump-ing, reaming out her furnace-like cunt as she writhed with an excruciating orgasm. At last, as her spasms subsided, he pulled his dripping arm out of her. Her cunt stayed wide open for a few seconds, then quickly closed.
Jane's head fell back and she lay there pant-ing with relief, on the verge of unconsciousness.
Skip's excitement reached the point of no return. He lapped at the cunt-greased zucchini he cradled in one arm and drove his quivering cock down his sister's throat to the hilt. As tremors shook his fuckrod, his jism blasted against Carla's tonsils, shot down her gullet. She swallowed in self-defense, choking and gagging with each slimy spurt.
"Ohhhh yeahhhhhh!" Skip moaned, pleasure swirling through his cock and nuts. He swayed dizzily, maintaining his balance only by hugging his sister's head with one hand as he pumped his load down her throat. She took every drop. She had no choice.
Skip shoved the zucchini at Rory. He stag-gered across the kitchen, his cock dripping with cum and spit, and he sat down against the refrigerator, his eyes closed. He was almost as exhausted as his aunt. Sometimes he got more excited than was good for him.
Rory took a few deep breaths. He had the fierce urge to beat off, but he kept his hands off his cock. He wanted to make his excitement last. He loved the sensation of being ready at any moment to blow his balls. His nuts were turgid with spunk. His cock felt like a baseball bat. He looked at his sister, who was licking her lips and swallowing from having taken Skip's hot load. The chair seat between her legs was slimy with her cuntal ooze.
He rubbed the zucchini against her face, smearing Aunt Jane's cuntcream on her cheeks. Then he dipped the zucchini in Carla's own cuntal ooze, lifted the vegetable to the girl's lips, and waited for Carla to lick the slimy fluid off. She licked without being told to. He smiled, try-ing to envision the huge green zucchini stuck up Carla's pussy, or maybe even up her ass. Carla must have read his mind, because suddenly her face took on a sick frown and she started to struggle. Her struggling excited Rory.