Chapter 7
"Ohhhhh, you're...you're going to kill me!"
Janice moaned, jerking her head from left to right, her eyes blurred by her own rising arousal. Rutting. In heat! A bitch in heat being mounted by her studs. Yes, yes, that was what was happening to her! As the teenager crouched there in bed, her ass angled high for a hard fucking, she knew she was no better than a gutter bitch aching for a fuck!
"Uhhhh...huhhhrrrr!"
And what did it matter? All she cared about was that prick sliding into her, that hard-muscled body that had aroused her aunt so the other night was now turning her on.
"Take it, baby, got lots more where that came from! You're gonna have some cock-meat comin' outta your mouth when I finish fuckin' you," Brad sneered.
She believed it! Oh God, it was like swallowing a feast all at once. Her belly rumbled, her chest tightened while she spread her knees a little farther apart for his prickmeat. Once Brad's cock went halfway into her dripping pussy-hole he let go of her hipbones, shifting his grip to her tits. Yes, oh yes, she felt his fingers crawling up along her sides, pawing her flesh, pinching it, then moving up to her dangling, high-riding tits.
"Ohhhhh!"
Janice felt his fingers grip them hard, kneading the resilient flesh. It was so strange, so odd! Everything he did to her, every touch made her mad with arousal! She closed her eyes again, grunting, rocking her body from side to side while those terrible callused fingers pinched and squeezed her tits. Janice felt a strange aching heat exploding in them, telegraphing ever more lust and hot sensation into her cunt.
Janice hated him, and hated her cousin too because he just stood by and watched his buddy fuck her. But the hatred she felt for them couldn't match the revulsion she felt for herself. The dog-like position they made her crouch in added to that feeling of being degraded. And perhaps the worst part, the very worst part of this situation was that Janice liked what was happening to her!
She enjoyed the taunts, liked the beating, felt turned on when that knife was pressed against her cunt! The more they threatened her, the more they lorded their masculinity over her and drove her into the dirt, the more she enjoyed their sex. Yes, she could see her aunt loved it too, loved writhing and twisting under Brad's cock while her wrists were tied together and secured to the headboard. Again Janice wondered if there were some defect, some flaw in her family that made itself known through sex.
"Uhhhhhhh...."
Her knees slipped on the sweat-stained sheets. She thought of him as an animal, a stud mounting her, fucking her, proving his power of sexual dominance over her. And she was letting him, actually encouraging him by her grunts of satisfaction and her body movements. Yes, there was no disguising those moves, those little cries of delight escaping from her lips. Try as she might, Janice couldn't keep still, couldn't keep quiet. His cock had taken her over, was controlling her mind.
"Ohhhhh...damn!"
Janice hunched back against him even harder. The whole thick length of his cock was in her cunthole now. How had it happened? While she was thinking about her humiliation and how she had let it happen, Brad kept shoving in, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples until she squealed like a stuck pig. Now she could feel his wiry cockhairs brushing up against her stretched cunt lips. She could feel his balls squeezing against her ass.
Brad left his prick in her pussy without moving for several seconds, his hands smoothing over her tits, his head resting in the valley between her jutting shoulder blades. like two dogs. Yes, yes, that's what they were! like two dogs fucking in the gutter, getting rid of the tension they felt between their legs and nothing more. All these years of training and education and Janice felt she'd been reduced to the status of dog!
"Ohhhhhh...."
Janice felt the cockhead begin to move inside her. Back and forth, back and forth, stretching her itchy cuntal walls. Oh, oh, it was so mind-blowing. The girl jerked her head back, a strangled cry of delight coming from her throat.
"Man, looks like she's goin' outta her fuckin' mind," Bobby commented, his fist flying over his greased-down prickmeat.
"If she ain't I'm gonna pop my gourd pretty fuckin' soon," Brad admitted. "Man, your cousin's got one hell of a cunt! Best one I've fucked in a long time."
"Yeah, she don't fuck around. Man, when she's hot she pulls out the plug!"
Janice hunched back against Brad even harder than before. She had tried to stop the chain of thoughts building up in her like an avalanche but it was impossible! She was rolling like a boulder toward climax with this animal. And there was nothing, nothing in the world she could do to stop it.
"Uhhhhh...."
"Come on, baby, come on, move that ass, come on, move it around," Brad said, slapping her ass with one hand now, reddening the jiggling cheeks while pile-driving his prick into her pussy.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck...."
Sweat streaked her face and chest now, her long blonde hair clinging to her cheeks and forehead while her body rocked and jiggled with the force of Brad's fucking blows. Images of the knife, of Bobby, of her aunt being roped to the headboard flashed through her mind, increasing the heat she felt exploding between her white, shivering legs.
"Work it out, bitch, work it out!" Brad cried.
Janice sobbed. His fingers were back on her tits once more. The bruising digits on her nipples made every ounce of her tits ache. Part of her wished he would tear the aroused nubs off. That would stop the terrible heat they sent to her cunt.
"Ooooowwwww!" Janice shrieked, throwing her head from side to side.
This was too much, far too much! Brad had dropped his head and was clamping his teeth on the nape of her neck!
Raising herself up with her arms, she kept swiveling her ass, needing to feel that release, that wonderful sensation of orgasm right now. There was no way she could escape it without losing her mind!
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Brad was fucking her harder now, his head thrown back, his eyes closed, his mouth a tight scar while the cords stood out against his neck. She could hear the slapping sound of his belly against her ass. Every scratchy curl of his cockhairs was arousing her, finding some nerve-ending to stimulate and make sing. That itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass was driving her out of her mind. Janice shoved back against that hammering prick, her ass weaving and arching.
Brad's fingernails clawed at the sensitive rims of her nipples. Janice grunted and sobbed with the pain, begging him to stop, to slow down, all the while hoping he wouldn't listen to her.
"Move it, bitch, move that ass. Come on, man...uhhh...gonna drop my load in your cunt soon...uhhhh...fuckin' bitch, she's better'n most whores," Brad said, stopping his fucking movements for a second, then going back to them with renewed strength.
The combination of the stretching in her pussy and the gouging pain around her nipples bleached her mind. Janice wanted only one thing-to have the pain and pleasure increase until the swelling, spinning knot of sexual tension in her belly swept completely over her.
It was getting impossible to breathe now! She cursed, her head rolling from side to side. Clawing at the pillow under her, she drove her shoulders forward. The throbbing ache in her big tits needed more sensation. She moved back again, forcing the hard-tipped tits against Brad's grabbing hands. He grunted with approval, increasing the twisting, scratching pain in her nipples. Oh, oh, every square inch of her body was on fire, threatening to blow her to pieces.
"God!"
Again the girl thought of her aunt, thought of the way Aunt Kathy twisted under Brad's attack. She was doing the same thing, writhing while his cock slipped in and out, in and out of her clutching pussy.
"Fuck it out!" Brad shouted.
He was close, close to dumping his load of spunk into her body. The bed frame squeaked and groaned under their movements. The pile-driving thrusts of Brad's cock and the bucking agony of Janice's body kept battering the head of the bed against the wall. It was all so wild, so confusing, so sexually high!
Janice was growling like an animal, felt like a wild animal while Brad kept servicing her cunt. The whirling knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode, to blow her body to pieces. A red fog of lust had settled already on her simmering brain. She couldn't think, just couldn't think of anything except that prick sliding back and forth, in and out of her cunt.
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!"
Janice tried to hold off. The incredible blast furnace of chilly heat in her cunt became more and more intense. She could hear the squishing of her juices between the heavy slaps of his belly on her ass. Soon, very, very soon she would feel that rush of sexual excitement, that culmination of all the itchy achiness between her legs!
Janice gritted her teeth. She felt her cunt clenching Brad's hammering cock. The tension in her pussy built and built. Oh God, God, it was as if her entire being were focused on her cunt, pinpointing around the fat prick sawing through her pussy. "Uhhhhhh!"
The hard lump in her belly slipped. She knew she was only a fraction from exploding. Janice knew his cock was ready to go off now. She could hear that raspy breathing, feel his body shivering against hers. He was telling her things, things about how his jizz was going to burn through her cuntal walls. She could feel those hard, hairy nuts rubbing up against her ass. At any second, any moment, he was going to pop off, to spatter his white-hot jizz in her cunt. Just thinking of it made her flesh crawl with excitement. Yes, yes, he was going to blast his cum into her pussy, just like her cousin had done four days before!
Janice felt her cuntal muscles convulse again, snapping tightly around Brad's cock. The young man cried out, falling hard on top of her, nearly crushing her to the mattress. Janice grunted, feeling his cock thickening. Oh no, no, it was going to be over! The girl sobbed and groaned. And then suddenly he stopped. What was going on?
"Ohhhhh, man, gonna...ughhhh...gonna make it! Fuck! Gonna...shooooot!" Brad cried.
With a furious, vicious jab, his cockhead shot back into her cunt and down. Janice was nearly blind with excitement. And then, and then she felt it, felt the blast of cum fire hosing against her pussy walls. She felt the huge gush of hot jizz spatter, burning at her cuntal walls. Gasping, blowing out the breath she had held earlier, the girl felt her cuntal walls crash in. "Yagggghhhhhhh!"
It was more powerful, far more powerful than the climax she had had with her cousin Bobby. Perhaps it was because of the knife, or because of what she'd seen going on with her aunt. She didn't know. All she knew was that she was being fucked by one of the most powerful pricks in all the world!
The first big fuck-jolt of her climax shattered the girl completely. Her ass-hole went into spasms, wringing tighter than ever while her cunt milked at that spitting prick. Her hips swiveled uncontrollably. Janice heard herself shouting and screaming while Brad's teeth broke the skin of her nape.
"Cummmmmmmiiinnnngggg!"
The terrifying impact of her climax ripped outward from her cunt. Janice had never thought humans could feel something this strong, this overwhelming. She could feel it in her nipples, her fingers, her toes. After each shivering pulse of her cuntal walls, the ripples seemed to leave an echo of emptiness that stopped the pain until the next blast. Janice sobbed and screamed, knowing that the spurting, jabbing cockshaft would be tormenting her again. They hadn't finished with her yet. She knew that. There would be Bobby to deal with. And then...then perhaps the two of them together! "Uhhhhhh...."
Oh, oh, how her cunt had betrayed her! She had wanted to show them she was a rock, something they couldn't intimidate. And again she rutted, moved her ass sensuously about while Brad dumped his load into her cunt. Oh God, God! Even now she felt the walls milking his cock, wringing more cum from the shaft.
"Ohhhhh baby, gonna...gonna go nuts with you doin' that," Brad gasped.
In a moment Janice felt Brad fall heavily on top of her. She groaned, then collapsed to the mattress. He had fucked her, driven her mad with her own body.
She turned her face and rested her head on one cheek, panting heavily, feeling reality begin to trickle back in. Her mother. Her aunt. Her cousin. All their relationships had been altered.
"Ohhh, man...man. Could stay like this all fuckin' night," Brad groaned, rubbing his fingers up and down her sides. Janice shuddered, pushing her hands in the pillow a little deeper.
"Don't forget, man, I got one hell of a hot prick right here. And shit, that bitch's gonna get it just like she took yours," Bobby said in a thickening voice while his fingers stroked his prick.
"Yeah, yeah," Brad sighed, pulling back.
Janice shivered again, cum dribbling out in front of his retreating prick. It was awful, horrible! There was nowhere to run, no one to call for help. She was alone, utterly alone as she lay naked like some victim for the sacrificial altar. With a squishy popping sound Brad pulled his cock from her cunt, saying something about her being the hottest fuck he'd ever had in the world!
Tears of shame and humiliation streaked her cheeks. Twisting the white cotton bedsheet in her fingers, Janice fought back the sobs. It would be over. Sooner or later it would all be over and she would be free to go home. Then perhaps she'd run away, perhaps tell her mother and aunt about Bobby. But would her aunt believe her? And if she did, what about Brad? She had seen Aunt Kathy fucking him, going wild under his fucking prick! Oh, oh, where could she turn for help?
"Man, looks like the little bitch's tired," Bobby said.
"I gave her one hell of a workout," Brad said, wiping a towel over his flaccid cock.
"Yeah? Bet I got a way that can knock some life back into her."
Janice thought about the time. How long had she been here? How long had her cousin and his friend tortured her, fucked her? An hour? Longer? Would her mother become suspicious, get worried and phone her friend? What would her mother do when she learned Janice had been lying? There on the bed Janice sank into a reverie about being home safe in her room under the covers, reading a good book.
There was no Bobby, no Brad. There was only her mother bustling downstairs fixing dinner while she studied there on the bed. Oh, those days seemed painfully lost, gone away never to return. She had sampled knowledge, the knowledge of sex-and more specifically the knowledge of fucking with pain. And as much as she tried to deny it, Janice savored that knowledge!
"Oh!"
Janice jerked to one side, a snapping sound cutting through her dreams. It was a belt! Oh God, oh God! They were going to beat her as she'd seen Brad beat her aunt several nights ago!
"No! Oh, God, no, no, don't hurt me with that thing!" she screamed, twisting around on her ass and scooting back on the bed until her spine pressed hard against the headboard. Bobby was holding his leather belt in one hand, snapping it in the air like a whip! Brad stood to one side, grinning in approval. He would! She had watched him use his belt against Aunt Kathy the other night with considerable skill!
"You want this, baby, probably want it as bad as my cock!"
She dragged herself to the other side of the bed, feeling the cum leaking from her pussy and wetting down the top sheet. No, no, she didn't want it. Maybe her aunt did, but she was different. The thought of having that leather cutting into her flesh sickened her!
"No, no, don't!"
Bobby was holding the belt tightly by the brass buckle. The veins leading to his knuckles stood out from the tension. His eyes burned with a frenzy. Yes, he was going to use it, use it in the same loathsome way his friend had used it against Aunt Kathy!
"Come on!"
As she protested, the shadow of Bobby's arm cut across her belly and tits. Nothing, nothing she could do or say could prevent this horror from happening. It was yet another painful act meant to crush her into the dirt, to degrade her in front of these two men.