Chapter 8

"Don't!" she shouted, her mouth twisted open while her eyes rounded at the heavy belt hanging dangerously over her head.

"Turn over...on your fuckin' ass or I'll tear off your tits," Bobby snarled.

Whimpering, Janice obeyed. She tucked one leg under the other and rolled onto her belly, her tits pillowing against the mattress while her hands moved up to her face. She was breathing with short, shallow pants, her shoulders shivering with the excitement and terror she felt. Every inch of her body became alive now.

The sleepy glow that had warmed her flesh vanished under the threat of pain. Sobbing, fighting down more tears, Janice waited for the first slicing blow of leather, the first sound of that belt smacking dryly across her ass.

"Oh man, man, look at that ass," Bobby said, staring at the full round white globes marred only by a few red marks left by Brad's slapping hands. "She's just like a virgin, man, just like one."

He was working his fingers over his prick, smoothing them over his cockhead, picking up some of the pre-cum, then lubing down the veined sides. Again Bobby hesitated, drinking in the form of his helpless cousin stretched out there on the small bed. A spasm shot through his prick, making the fat cock jerk up and nearly slap against his navel. Janice let out another sob. It was too much for the young stud.

Slowly he raised his right arm, the leather dragging up, touching his armpit. Janice twisted her head to one side,-staring at the shadow of his body. She could see it and knew he was about to slice the belt down against her ass! The girl let out another terrified sob, clenching her ass-cheeks protectively, tensing the big ass muscles until they ached. Her fingers clawed at the thin cotton pillowcase while sweat oozed from every pore, making her young body glisten sexily under the bright overhead light.

There was the sound of hissing, the sound of the leather cutting through the warm room air. Janice whimpered more loudly, digging her knees into the mattress, readying herself as best she could for the terrible pain. Her mind buzzed like a million bees while she drew her elbows in tight against her sides. The hissing became more of a sizzling sound. And then there was the touch, the red-hot touch of that leather belt smacking hard against her ass.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

Janice snapped her body to one side, her fingers tearing into the pillowcase while her knees jerked apart. It was as if someone had touched her with a red-hot poker! Slivers of hot agony shot into her ass-hole then up to her clit, making her cuntwalls snap shut with a clapping sound. Her face grimaced while she drew in her lower lip and chewed down hard.

No, no, she wasn't going to give them satisfaction this time. She knew they wanted to hear her scream, to beg for mercy while all the time they had no intention of showing her any. She wasn't going to fall into that trap again. Bobby and Brad may have had control of her body when they fucked her, but this was different. Janice thought she'd be able to control her reactions better now.

Ohhh, how her ass burned! There was another blow, this one more powerful than the first. She screamed, the leather belt smacking on her other cheek. The blow raised a long purple welt, making her supple cheeks dance and jiggle from the slicing force. Twisting her head the other way, Janice let out another yelp of pain. Oh, how the heat tore through her buttocks, spreading strangely into her cunt.

Yes, yes, she could see how her Aunt Kathy could turn onto this. There was some strange, odd but definite connection between the stinging blows and the resulting delicious sensation in her cunt. Even though she had cum moments ago, even though she could still feel Brad's jizz oozing from her pussy and wetting down the sheets between her legs, Janice felt a definite arousal making her clit hot and hard all over again. Exhaustion played no role in this. She was up and excited as she had been when Brad crawled on top of her and stuck his prick into her convulsing pussy.

Janice squirmed and whimpered as the belt thrashed again and again against her ass. Welts began to crisscross over her ass while she wheezed and begged the young man to stop.

"No, don't...uhhhhhhhh! No, don't, don't hit me with that thing any more, Bobby. Oh please, please don't hit me!"

Again and again the belt smacked, leaving those long red marks dotting her jiggling ass-cheeks.

"Gettin' tired?" Brad asked as the young man stopped for a second. "Huh?"

'I'll take over if you don't wanna."

Janice froze. She had watched him beat her aunt with the expertise of an executioner! No, no, he couldn't touch her! She'd surely die if he touched her with that awful belt!

"No, man, I'm ready. Ready for this fuckin' little bitch."

Janice enjoyed the respite for as long as it was. Again she clenched her ass-cheeks, clawing at the pillow.

"Aaggghhhhh!"

This time the end of the belt curled around her asscrack, burning her cunt with its dry smack. No, no, no! That searing pain, that awful agony that was making her ass ache so was also heightening the feeling of excitement in her cunt. With each blow now her cuntal nerves vibrated, those vibrations spreading to her nipples, to her clit. That tiny pink nub of squiggly flesh throbbed and ached once more as the girl clenched the pillow to keep from sliding her hands down to her cunt. Oh, oh, they'd love that! Wouldn't she hear their evil laughter if she were to start jerking herself off in front of them while her cousin beat her with his belt!

Janice chewed the pillow, hiding her lust-contorted face in the material. What was wrong with her? What kind of animal could she be? She had to be an animal, because no human being-certainly no moral human being-would have felt such arousal so soon after having cum! "Yagggghhhhh!"

Again and again the belt sliced into her flesh, turning her world into a private hell. She kept her ass tense, instinctively opening and closing the ass-cheeks rhythmically, matching the blows from the belt. Then, as Bobby slowed his beating, she raised her ass in an unbelievable attempt to take the last of the attack.

"Fuck! The little bitch wants more. She always wants more," Bobby said, throwing the belt down to the floor.

"Yeah, more prickmeat, more leather, more of everything," Brad said.

"Was just like that when I finger-fucked her. Christ, she had to have my cock then. She kept beggin' for more, more meat, more shit up her fuckin' cunt," Bobby sneered, his cock rock-hard, ready to be shoved into Janice's waiting cunt.

"Just thinkin' about her makes me kinda hard again," Brad admitted.

"Yeah, hard."

"Ohhhhh...." no

"Come on, baby, we're gonna fuck...just like we did the other night."

Fucked again! Oh God, fucked again, and this time by her cousin for a second time! She felt those hard hands grabbing her by the shoulders and twisting her around, slamming her shoulders down against the mattress while he knelt down.

"Hey, man, what you doin'? " Brad asked.

Bobby said nothing, sliding up, his knees pressing down painfully on her upper arms. Oh God, dear God, he was going to break her arms! Janice snapped her head from side to side, crying out as she thought she heard something popping in her shoulders. He was kneeling on her, leaning forward, bracing himself with one hand against the headboard while the other was steadying his prick.

Janice looked up, her eyes nearly crossing as he wagged that fat prickheaad in front of her eyes. Oh God! The smell, that wonderful smell of his aroused crotch triggered her into high heat. Squirming on the bed, dragging the backs of her legs over the stained sheets, Janice felt herself getting ready for another long, hard fuck.

"Wanna taste this, baby? Wanna suck on this mother, take it down your throat?"

"No, no," she moaned, twisting her head away and closing her mouth.

"You ain't gotta choice."

Reaching down, the young man grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head around. He pulled back, back until Janice swore she could hear the roots tearing from her scalp. A hiss rose from her throat, a hiss of pain and shame as her cousin angled forward, still tugging hard at the blonde strands. Her scalp crawled while a pulse leaped at her throat. Sucking cock! That was the final humiliation, the ultimate degradation! To have a man's cock sawing in and out of her mouth had to be the lowest thing in the world a woman could do.

"No, no!"

"Shut up. And if you think of doin' something cute like biting down, forget it," Bobby snapped. "I'll knock your fuckin' jaw outta line if you try somethin' like that."

Janice lay still, her eyes focused on the approaching cock. She could smell his crotch more keenly now. Those balls were dragging over her chest. And all the time there was that pain, that awful pain of his knees crushing her arms into the mattress. Instinctively Janice drew back, pressing her head into the pillow. The folds caressed her tear-stained cheeks while the bed groaned once more. In the background she could hear Brad's heavy breathing. Janice could only guess what that monster was doing.

"Uhhh-h...."

Again her cousin showed himself to be a master of horrible teasing. He eased his grip on her hair, leaning forward a little more. Soon his balls were resting against her chin. Janice shivered. There was nowhere she could move her face. He had her head trapped between those big hairy knees. And then...ohhhhhh, she felt his cockhead pressing against her chin, then sliding up, up, aided by the greasy cum oozing from his piss slit. In another moment it was touching her lower lip. Janice let out a groan of horror, closing her mouth tight once more.

"Told you, bitch, open up or I'll knock your fuckin' teeth out!"

What was she to do? Dear God in heaven, what was she to do? letting out another shuddering sigh, the young teen relaxed her jaw, parting her lips, letting her cousin do with her as he chose.

"Yeah, yeah, that's what I like about you, baby. You're real easy to convince."

Janice felt him rubbing his cockhead along her lower lip, then sliding it along her upper one. He was rimming her mouth, coating the flesh with his pre-cum while pressing his balls harder against her chin. He laughed when her nose twitched. His cockhairs were tickling her nostrils, brushing against her nose as he kept toying with her.

"Man, she's gonna feel real good, real good with that fuckin' mouth against my prick," Bobby sighed, shoving his cock along the right side of her nose, then wiping it over her eyes.

"Not as good as her cunt," Brad countered.

Bobby shrugged. "Maybe not. But I had 'er down there a couple of nights ago. Ain't had good head for a week. Gotta see if ol' cuz here can give some."

The pressure on her arms eased for a moment, then increased again as he leaned forward and moved his prick down. In a moment Janice found herself gagging, felt the saliva welling up in the back of her throat and oozing down while his cockhead slid over her tongue, over her teeth, down toward her tonsils.

"Mmmmmfffff!"

Janice's eyes widened in panic as she breathed with wheezing, whistling sounds through her flared nostrils. He was choking her with his cockmeat, gagging her with it. Instinctively the teen tried pulling her arms up to stop him, but of course his knees were pinning them to the mattress painfully.

Bobby was in his own world of pleasure, not listening to her startled grunts, her moans of panic. All he kept doing was moving his hips back and forth, occasionally from side to side to see his cockhead pushing out one of her cheeks.

"Man, move that fuckin' tongue around...ohhhh yeah, move it around to the center...fuck! Jesus fuckin' Christ, this broad's a natural," Bobby panted, his fingers wrapping around behind her ears and scratching her flesh as he kept on pumping his hips back and forth, back and forth, slamming his groin against her face.

Janice sucked as hard as she could. Maybe if she brought off her cousin this way she would be able to go home early. Perhaps they would let her go, exhausted by their own perversions. That aching pain, that awful agony in her upper arm seemed to be numbing somewhat. She had heard stories of people beaten beyond their endurance. They had written that soon they became numb to the pain. Perhaps that's what was happening to her.

"Oh God, man, man, she's gonna make me shoot if she keeps that up," Bobby groaned, dropping both hands to her head and pulling her back. He looked down, was more and more excited as he watched his spit-slicked cock easing out from her mouth. Janice's lips puckered outward, her cheeks sagging in as he kept pulling his prick out until only the head remained in.

"Good head, baby, real good head," her cousin groaned.

Janice breathed more easily now, the fat prick gone from her mouth. It was so odd, so strange having something that fat and long and hard in her mouth-like sucking a hot cucumber! And there was that odd bleachy taste, that salty flavor that washed over her tongue and down her throat. It was making her swallow, making her coat her belly with the stuff. It was cum, the same white-hot stuff that she'd felt coursing through her pussy earlier. Would she be able to swallow it, to take all that down her throat if he were to shoot it now?

"Gimme more head, bitch...come on, move that tongue around and make me feel real good!"

Janice swallowed hard again, feeling Brad slipping his cock back between her lips. The big fat thing eased over her molars, shot back farther and farther while the stud twisted his hips back and forth. He seemed to like making his cock revolve around in her mouth.

"Mmmmmmffffff!"

Janice felt spittle dribbling from the corners of her lips, oozing down her cheeks and wetting down the pillowcase behind her. She felt his throbbing cock brush over the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out once more.

"Christ, suck it, bitch!"

Janice felt the fat head sliding back farther and farther. Oh God, he was choking off her breathing passage with his prick! Twisting, grunting with horror, trying to tell him to pull back, Janice felt her world becoming blacker by the second.

"Ohhhhhh suck me off!" Bobby groaned, rotating his hips so his cock would twist in her throat. His hands held her skull tightly against his crotch as he skewered his prick into her.

In a strange, perverted way Janice wanted to keep that cockmeat in her. She had begun to like having that fat-headed prickpole in her, enjoyed having his hairy groin hunching against her face. He was shivering again. Oh God, God, he was going to shoot in her mouth! She would drown in his jizz if he didn't pull back.

"Ohhh man, don't wanna...wanna cum this way," Bobby said, forcing himself to calm down. Shaking with lust, he pulled back, smoothing his hands over the sides of his cousin's face.

"She good at head?" Brad asked.

"Man, the best. She'd blow your fuckin' mind with her tongue."

"Yeah, I'll bet...fuck, she's got one hell of a trained mouth to go along with that fuckin' trained pussy of hers."

Bobby pulled out all the way, still kneeling on her upper arms while wiping his cockhead along her lower lip. He reached back with one hand, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cunt. Janice shivered, drawing her knees together and rocking them from side to side. The flowing juices had washed Brad's cum out of her slit. Oh, she was ready, ready for another hard fuck.

"Come on, Let's both get at 'er," Bobby said, pulling away from his cousin. At first Janice was so relieved at having the pressure gone from her arms she didn't realize what Bobby had said. Then she saw Brad coming up to the bed, his cock just as long and hard as her cousin's. Both of them! Of course! They had said something about that earlier. Both of them fucking her brains out. And now...oh God, and now they were actually going to do it!

"No...ohhhhh God!"

What was the use of protesting? They ere going to fuck her anyway. She looked from one man to the other, then dropped her eyes to their cocks. She had had both of them, and now she was going to have both of them at the same time! Bobby had worked her up with his mouth-fucking and the edge of fear she might have felt at the prospect of having two men at the same time was gone. Now it seemed like an interesting proposition, almost an inviting one.

"Take it, bitch. Take both of us," Bobby growled. Oh yes, yes, she would!