Chapter 9
Barbara clung to the table, sobbing helplessly. Wolf slapped her ass, getting a low moan from the tiny brunette.
"Hey, great blow-job, kid," he said, "you're really gettin' good."
Barbara sobbed again, rolled over, massaging her beaten pussy, staring at her sister who wailed with exploding passion as she came, impaled on the two cocks slamming inside her.
"You beasts!" Sandy moaned. "I hate you, beasts, I hate youuuuuuu!"
She heaved back, her hungry pussy and ass swallowing the two cocks, her walls spasming and heaving around the solid chunks of cock-meat. With a howl of lust she climaxed again, driving both Dale and Roy out of their minds as her tight holes sucked at their cocks.
"What a whore," Wolf said. He took a drink of beer. "Here, kid," he said to Barbara. "Have some."
He gave her a can. Barbara hated beer, but she was very thirsty and she cracked the can open and took a drink. It wasn't as bad as she'd expected, bitter, but that was all right.
"Come on, whore, beg for it!" Dale yelled, his hands all over Sandy's tits as he rammed his cock into her throbbing cunt.
Sandy sobbed, her whole body on fire with the lust that the twin cocks drove through her. The rasping of the cocks rubbing against each other just through the thin membrane that separated her fuck-channels, set off another orgasm as Roy rammed himself right into her ass, yelling with lust.
"Yeah!" he roared. "Here I come, here I come!"
Sandy's sobs got louder as she climaxed, her body tossing, her fuck-channels jerking and heaving with lust. Roy's cock blurred in her ass, driving her to a creaming climax as hot wet cum gushed out, flooding her shitter.
"Take it!" he roared, his stiff cock heaving deep in her ass, pouring thick gobs of white fuck-juice. His throbbing cock exploded more geysers of cum, while he slammed his hips into Sandy's shaking ass.
Sandy gave several sharp, moaning wails as his cock throbbed away the last of his jism. His hips slowed until he pulled out, his prick still oozing white goo.
"Fuuuck," he gasped, "that was good."
Sandy still moaned and heaved on Dale's cock, her slippery cunt working his prick while her orgasms faded. She moaned, her tight pussy relaxing around his cock-shaft.
"Get off my cock and suck me," Dale said.
"Yes," Sandy whispered, her head buzzing, her mind floating in a strange world of horror and satisfaction. She climbed off Dale's prick, gasping and sobbing as she licked her way down his chest and belly, reaching the slick shaft of his cock. Without hesitating she slipped her lovely lips over it, sucking the cock-head, her fingers rolling his balls.
"Come here, Barbara," Dale said.
Barbara moaned as she crawled off the table. One of her stockings tore right across the knee as she crawled over the thick carpet, but she was too exhausted to get up, or stop the remains of it rolling down her calf to the top of her lace-up boots. She too was so confused she didn't know what she felt. She knelt beside Dale.
"Join your sister," he said, "I want a double blow-job and when I come, you keep your mouths on either side and let it shoot as far as it wants to. Do it."
Barbara shuffled down, her body aching with the pain that had been inflicted on it, but also responding once more to the sexual demands of the bikers. Her pussy released fresh juices as she joined Sandy and licked at the huge cock-shaft, her hungry tongue caressing the hard warm flesh.
"Share it!" Dale commanded. "One of you put it down your throat while the other licks my balls. Do it."
Sandy moaned as she worked her mouth deeper on Dale's fuck-rod. Sandy lay across his thighs, her mouth sucking and licking at his balls. It dawned on Barbara that Sandy couldn't take the whole of Dale's prick down her throat. She was doing her best, but several inches of cock were still outside her lips.
"Here, Sandy, I'll do that," she whispered. She began moving her mouth up Dale's cock-shaft but Dale saw what she was doing.
"She takes it all," he snapped, "If she can't, she gets it till she can."
"Oh let me," Barbara gasped, "I love it, I can do it, I'll take all your cock, come on, Dale, don't be a fucker, Sandy likes it up the ass better."
She caressed his balls, pouting at him, determined to stop her sister getting another whipping.
"So you're really into asses, huh?" he snapped at Sandy.
There were fresh tears in Sandy's eyes at the admission, but she nodded.
"You ready for another one, Ned?" Dale demanded.
"Sure," Ned said, stroking his hard-on, "here, Lala, suck it harder for me."
"Suck your own fuckin' cock," Lala muttered, but she slid to her knees in the tight boots and slid his cock into her throat, letting her muscles work over the hard cock-flesh.
"Yeahhhh!" Ned murmured. "Just another minute, Dale, and I'll be ready."
"Get up!" Dale snapped.
Hurriedly the two girls leaped up, waiting in terror for what was coming next.
"On the table," Dale said, "like you were for Wolf."
Barbara trembled as she climbed onto the table again and spread her legs over her head, her thighs trembling. She held her ankles, wondering if she was going to be whipped as well.
"Okay, whore," Dale said to Sandy. "I'll give you one chance to prove you really like asses and escape a whipping. You lick my ass out while your sister sucks me, and Ned here'll fuck yours, okay?"
Sandy shook with horror. Lick his ass out? She went weak at the knees. But the idea of licking an ass was so horribly depraved it drove those needles of excitement through her. She burst into tears, wondering if she could ever confess this to her preacher.
"Well?" Dale snarled, his cock heaving at her.
"Y-y-yes," Sandy sobbed, "anything, but not the whip."
"Fuck," he said, "we get two virgins and turn them into an ass nympho and a whip slave, fuuuck!"
"Oh no, don't say that!" Sandy wept and Barbara also sobbed in shame on the table. "It's you, not us," Sandy insisted. "You made us do these things."
Dale just chuckled as he slid his cock into Barbara's open mouth.
"Suck it real good, whore!" He grinned. "And I might let somebody whip you to give you relief."
Barbara sobbed with shame as she let Dale's cock slide into her mouth. If only she could get back to real life, she could prove to herself that what they said wasn't true. It was like Sandy said, it was them, the bikers who'd made them like this.
Dale took her ankles, pushing down on her laced boots until Barbara was almost bent double. He leaned forward, his cock slowly pistoning in and out of Barbara's mouth.
Barbara gurgled as she slid her hands over his cock-shaft, guiding it into her throat. There was a perverse pride in her ability to take a thick fuck-rod right into her throat, and that realization sent the first shudders of arousal over her. Her fingers caressed Dale's balls, and he groaned with lust, his cock already full and ready to burst with cum.
"Lick my ass, whore!" he yelled.
It was sickening for Sandy as she bent over, her mouth coming to the crack of Dale's ass. The rank smell engulfed her and she almost threw up. She moaned, turning her head away. But then the shaft of Ned's cock worked at her own shitter, sliding in effortlessly after all the fucking she'd had there.
"Ohhhhh!" Sandy moaned and sobbed. The moment Ned's cock slid into her shitter, every barrier in her body melted, she would do anything if she could just have cocks thrust up her tight ass. With a moan of total surrender, she sank her mouth into Dale's ass, licking into the crack with a fury that drove him wild. Ned pumped at her hot shit-pit, jerking his throbbing cock in, thrusting her feet almost off the floor with each heave.
"Oooohhh, fuck, I shouldn't have taken the two of 'em!" Dale yelled. "I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna shoooot!" He thrust his cock deep into Barbara's soft mouth while his ass jerked at Sandy's face. He rooted away, more inches of his cock vanishing into Barbara's mouth as the cum built up in his balls.
But the rest of the gang were lying around watching, sipping beer, their cocks limp. Only Wolf still held his hard-on. Kyle even yawned and scratched his flabby belly, drops of beer splashing from his can.
"Fuck," he said, "I wanna sleep." He got up and shambled out.
"Come on, whore," Dale yelled, "take it all before it shoots!"
He leaned harder on the brunette and Barbara gurgled as her throat opened to take the rampaging monster. The last inch or so of rampant cock-flesh disappeared into her mouth, and she tossed on the table top, her lips a perfect circle around the base of his cock.
His cock speeded up in Barbara's mouth while a moaning, spasming Sandy clung to his ass, digging her fingers into his thighs while she licked and sucked at his brown asshole, her tongue going wild. In her own ass Ned rooted away, his cock swelling in the clutching grip of her ass-walls. She milked his cock-rod again as she had learned to do, her ass rolling over his throbbing prick, demanding another load of hot cum.
"Yaaahhh!" Dale bellowed, his hands thrusting down on Barbara's ankles as he fucked her mouth. But he had another humiliation for the tiny brunette in mind. He drew his cock out, letting the hard cock-head tremble at her soft lips.
Barbara shook and moaned, her hands gripping his cock-shaft, trying to get him to sink his cock into her mouth again. But he wouldn't. Even as Sandy climaxed with the cock in her ass, sucking at his asshole in a fury of lust.
"Want anything?" he asked.
Barbara burst into tears. He was going to make her beg again. He knew what she wanted. He could feel the heave of her body, the raging lust that burst out and couldn't be satisfied.
"Come on, whore, want anything?" Dale whispered.
"Don't make me, please," Barbara whispered.
"Do you want anything, whore?" Dale asked, his cock-head sliding in and out of Barbara's pouting lips.
"Y-yes, please," Barbara wept.
"Please, what?"
"Please, somebody whip my pussy, please!" Barbara sobbed, hating herself and everything in the world. But she had to, it was the only way she could put out the fires that a cock built in her.
"Wolf," Dale yelled, "you still got it up, whip this cunt's pussy while I come."
"Sure," Wolf said. He took the cat from Lala and strolled around to the other side of the table.
"Ready?" Dale whispered.
"Y-yes," Barbara sobbed, and her pussy erupted with expectations of pain and lust to come.
As Dale fed his thick cock back into Barbara's mouth, Wolf lashed the cat across Barbara's pussy.
Her body leaped on the table, her cunt in flames of desire, her whole body shaking as climax tore through her. Her guttural scream muffled as Dale's cock slid into her throat, right to the hilt. It stayed there, pulsing in and out an inch or so while Dale roared with the throbbing come bursting out of his balls.
"Yeahhhh! Whip her, Wolf, whip her, she loved it!" he yelled as cum shot down his cock-shaft.
With a screech of lust Sandy lunged back at Ned, her sucking ass demanding his load of jism. Her mouth licked deep at Dale's ass, and she could feel every twitch as he came, his cock pouring hot juice into Barbara's throbbing throat.
"Ohhhh, shit!" Ned yelled. "What an asshole. Jeeeezzz, I can't stop!"
His hips blurred as his balls got ready to unload another massive dose of cum into Sandy's hot ass.
Barbara was screaming too as she came, with gallons of thick fuck-juice in her throat. The whip lashed her pussy just right, driving her passion higher as her throat flooded with cum and she swallowed, the heaving cock in her mouth sending her higher with each pulse. She held Dale's balls, squeezing gently, urging all his jism to shoot down her throat. Her pussy spread wide, thrusting up for another lash of the whip which drove her to the heights she wanted. Lunging into Dale's cock she sucked it dry, rolling his cum around her mouth until she swallowed it, gasping and moaning with satisfaction.
Dale's cock shot the last of his load as he leaned on the table, his chest heaving. "Fuck, that was great. Get that whore off my ass, Ned!"
Ned picked the still-climaxing Sandy away from Dale's ass and threw her to the floor, his cock pistoning in and out of her ass as his cum burst out of his balls and down his cock-shaft. He rammed Sandy onto the floor as he unloaded in her ass, his thick goo rushing over her ass-walls.
Sandy screamed and her fingers tore at the carpet as her ass exploded with lust, overflowing with Ned's cum. He thrust her harder at the floor, his cock erupting again as he yelled and fucked her ass in an unrestrained fury of lust.
"Take that, cunt!" he yelled, his hips jerking as the last of his cum flooded out into Sandy's throbbing guts. He fell across her, and Sandy almost passed out, her ass throbbing gently around his cock-shaft until he pulled it out and made her lick it clean.
Even then she was in a daze. She saw Barbara kneel, her fingers working over Wolf's cock as she sucked and caressed it. Dale stood over the little brunette until she urged the last spurt of cum from Wolf's cock into her soft mouth and thanked Wolf for whipping her. Dale gripped her hair and Barbara gabbled that Wolf could whip her any time he wanted.
Sandy's eyelids closed and she fell asleep, right there on the floor.
She woke to find herself tied up on the floor beside her sister, who slept utterly peacefully, her body heaving slightly as she breathed. Sandy looked around the basement dungeon. It was the same mess as before, but none of the bikers were there.
"Barbara," she muttered and prodded her sister.
"Uh?"
"Where are they?"
"Upstairs, asleep," Barbara murmured. "They're keeping us to fuck tomorrow."
She went straight back to sleep.
Sandy thought how horrible that was, but she was asleep again in a moment.
The two girls woke again almost together. They lay there in the basement, with only the electric light, which didn't tell them what time it was.
"Will they come down and untie us?" Sandy whispered. "I gotta go bad."
"I don't know," Barbara whispered. "I gotta go too."
They lay there for a while in the silent house. "You think they're still asleep?" Sandy asked.
"Tell you what," Barbara said. "I think we can get free. If they wake up, we'll say we were going to make them breakfast. If we can get away, we can get the police here easy."
What Sandy wanted to say was that she wasn't sure she wanted to get the police, but she agreed with Barbara, and Barbara leaned over, gripping the knots around Sandy's wrist with her teeth.
It was easier than either of them had expected. In a few minutes Sandy's hand was free and the rest was simple.
The two girls crept up the stairs. There hadn't been a sound. They peeped around the door. The room was empty. Barbara checked the kitchen, and Sandy the rest of the upstairs.
"Fuck," Barbara said, "they're gone."
Instantly Sandy panicked. "We'd better get out of here. If they find us, they'll think we did this."
They grabbed their clothes and raced outside, not even stopping to take a piss. Sandy backed the car out and Barbara closed the garage doors before she leaped into the front seat. The sun was low, it was early in the morning and nobody saw them swing out of the Jackson's drive.
They got home. Their father was still away, which was a wonderful relief. Hurriedly they burned their clothes that were too torn and damaged, and washed the rest. Their good church dresses were more or less intact and could be cleaned without any comment.
The girls said nothing to each other. Or to their father when he came home. Their bruises healed fast. They went to church the next Sunday and saw Mr. Jackson in the congregation. He gave no sign that his house had been entered by somebody who knew his secret. He was still the same proud, hard man they had always known.
"I bet he's scared shitless underneath," Sandy whispered.
"Shhh," Barbara said.
But, as they went into the next week, it was obvious that things were not right with the girls. They still hadn't talked about their night of rape and degradation, but they were both getting more and more uneasy.
Finally, in the middle of the next Thursday night, Barbara sneaked into her sister's room and got into bed with her. "I can't sleep."
"Neither can I," Sandy said.
Helplessly Barbara ran her hands down to her pussy, stroking her clit.
"I can't, I can't come right," she whispered.
"I know." Sandy turned in the bed and faced her sister. "I-I don't know. I feel like I want- well, you know."
"You want a big thick cock up your ass," Barbara whispered, "you wanna be whipped and fucked and-ooohhh, I wanna be whipped soooo bad!"
She tossed in the bed, her fingers working over her clit.
"Oh God, just imagine, one of them with his cock in your mouth, shooting cum, and one of them fucking your ass," Sandy whispered, working her hungry cunt.
"Oh God, you know what I want?" Barbara whispered. "I wanna be on my back with a cock down my throat and the whip on my pussy, ohhhh, fuck, that's soooo good."
She moaned with frustration.
"What are we going to do?" Sandy asked, shaking with frustration.
Barbara gasped and shook with lust.
"How about," she said softly, "we say we're gonna pick up Mr. Jackson for church on Sunday and we go really early and-"
"But he-"
"Wait," Barbara said. "So we get there and this is what we do ... "