Chapter 4
"At least she has a tight cunt-hole," Travis' father said, and Ann's face and tits turned red with shame.
She stood there naked and trembling with her hands handcuffed behind her back as Jason Bradley probed around her cunt-hole with a finger. The tip of the finger wormed viciously around, then pressed hard against the cunt wall below the muscles of her abdomen. Ann could feel the long fingernail nudge against the cunt-meat and she froze, trying to will herself to stop trembling before the movement made the fingernail slice into her inner pussy-flesh.
"Well, I guess tight cunt is better than nothing!" The man finally grunted and pulled his long finger out of Ann's cunt. "It should have shown a hell of a lot more respect for your elders, boy, if you'd let my prick bloody her cherry instead of yours!"
His remarks rolled easily off Travis, who sat nonchalantly eating three easy-over eggs for breakfast. Around the table with Ann's new husband were his father and mother, and a younger sister and brother. At the far end of the table sat an old man who looked like he was a least ninety. Earlier, Jason Bradley had addressed the old man as dad, so he must have been Travis' grandfather, Ann thought.
Ann had begged desperately for clothing when Travis had awakened her that morning and told her that it was time to meet the family. But he informed her that a new wife wasn't allowed to wear anything around the house, except on special occasions, until everyone had accepted her as one of the Bradley's.
When Ann had continued to protest, Travis had kicked her squarely on her bare ass, knocking her face-down onto the bed. Then he had crawled on top of her, handcuffed her hands behind her back, pulled her back up and led her off to breakfast. The only relief she found that morning was in discovering that the tablecloth had been changed from the one stained by her pussy-juices and cherry blood.
She was humiliated by being led naked before Travis' family, but the people around the table hardly even noticed. She had been ordered to stand quietly against the wall until she was told to move, then everyone had proceeded to eat breakfast. The first to finish had been Jason Bradley, and he called her over to see what kind of wife his son had married. The first thing he had checked out was the tightness of her cunt, and he seemed fairly pleased.
Jason Bradley's hair had only recently begun to turn gray, and that was the only sign that he was a generation older than his son. The silver now interlacing his hair was highlighted by a natural color as dark as that of Travis, and the older man also had the same strong facial Sutures. The steel-gray eyes must have been a family trait, since Jason had stared at her pussy with a pair like Travis'. He was a large man, Ann could tell that even with him sitting down - an very few of his muscles had gone slack. Sitting there in a shirt, tie and jacket, he looked every bit as healthy and virile as his son, and Ann knew that probably meant bad news for her.
To Jason's right sat Ruth, Jason's wife and Travis' mother. Her hair unmarked by gray, a soft auburn tingeing toward red, and her body was trim, tight and well-developed. Many a younger woman in her early twenties would have been envious of Ruth's body, and Ann realized she had little over the older woman when it came to the shapeliness of her tits and ass.
Across the table from Ruth and Travis were the youngest of the Bradley's. George was the eldest of the two, but both he and his sister, Teresa, were obviously younger than Ann. She hadn't expected any young people to be present, and it had made her naked body turn scarlet with shame.
"Well, what do you think of her, Dad?" Travis casually asked his father, cleaning up the last of his eggs before shoving his plate toward the center of the table. Ann gulped, feeling totally degraded as she listened to them discuss her like livestock in a barn.
"Who knows?" the older man growled. "I'll have to try her out myself! One thing for sure is that she has a hell of a set of lungs, because her screams kept me awake half the night!"
Ann groaned to herself. Last night, she had been worried about whether she could be heard, and apparently the whole family had been able to hear. For a second, she was so embarrassed about it that she didn't realize the Jason was talking about fucking her.
"And you, George - what do you think?" Jason asked his younger brother. That shocked Ann even more.
The boys voice was excited as he answered. "My cock's already hard from looking at her tits and ass!"
George grinned across the table. Ann was so ashamed that she wanted to turn and run, but she knew there was nowhere for her to go.
"Teresa?"
"Do you think she'll like hairless cunt?" the girl asked.
The people around the table broke out in loud laughter. Ann was shocked beyond belief. It seemed that everyone in the family was planning to abuse her in some evil way, and it seemed perfectly alright with Travis. He apparently was even encouraging it by asking all of their opinions.
Her husband turned to the old, descript man at the end of the table. In the grandfather's weak grasp was a spoon built like a ladle. He used it to eat from a bowl.
"How about you, Grandpa?" Travis asked. "Do you have anything to say about all this?"
"Fucking oatmeal's cold as ice!" the man muttered. It was all that any of them could coax out of his ancient mouth.
"And finally, what about you, Mother?" Jason asked, turning to the woman sitting beside him.
"We'll see," Ruth Bradley said sternly. "We'll certainly see!"
It was the last comment which frightened Ann the most. The sound of the other woman's voice mad he blood chill. There was a certainty that Ann could read in the words that sounded like the voice of doom.
"That first question, I think, is how is she at sucking cock?" Jason Bradley suddenly proclaimed, a look of determination on his face.
"I'm not really sure," Travis said, turning toward his father. "I had her checked out and she doesn't have any experience except for last night. And that wasn't fair a best. After I made her lick my prick and mouth my balls, I simply fucked her face."
Ann moaned. Her face burned and, when she looked down, she could began moving back, toward the door. But before she reached it, the door opened and the butler, William, shoved her harshly toward the table.
"Then I suppose it's time we better start checking out whether she has the material to become a Bradley," Jason said calmly, and turned the from of his chair out from under the table. He pushed the linen napkin out of his lap to the floor and Ann was stunned to see that he wore absolutely nothing below the waist. Eating breakfast there with his family, the man's cock had been jutting up obscenely from his hairy balls. And now that he had turned the chair, the lewd prick pointed up in Ann's direction as if it had somehow searched out her naked flesh.
Ann glanced desperately over at her husband, but he seemed totally unconcerned. Next her eyes sought out Jason's wife, but there was just mild interest in Ruth's eyes. Even the youngest pair of Bradley's seemed completely unsurprised that their father's cock would be naked beneath the breakfast table. And, at the other end of the long table, the old man ignored them all as he spooned cold oatmeal into his mouth.
William, the butler, gave her a shove. Ann fell to her knees right in front of Jason Bradley's legs as he spread his thighs wide. Ann squealed in frustration at the sight of the cock already hard and waiting for her mouth, and she once again glanced over at her husband. There was a look of horror on the young newlywed's face as she pleaded frantically with her husband to make this horrible game stop.
Instead of responding to her pleas, Travis turned toward the butler.
"William," he said, "will you be so kind as to go into my bedroom and bring me the belt I left on top of the dresser. It seems my wife is being a little bitchy and is going to need another lesson in doing what she had been told!"
"Yes, sir," William said, and quickly left the room.
Ann shuddered when he left, knowing what would happen when he returned. The only way she could keep from receiving another beating when the butler came back with the belt was to have her father-in-law's cock sucked lewdly and deeply into her mouth. She would have been willing to suffer the beating, if only it would have kept her from having to suck Jason's horny prick. But she knew that she would still be compelled to suck it even after she had been thrashed, so she scooted forward on her knees until her face hovered above the man's jerking cock.
Slowly her lips parted and she took the swollen, purple cock-head into her mouth. When she closed her lips tightly around it, she was sucking the second cock in her life. But this one wasn't covered with dried blood and pussy-juice from fucking out her own cunt, In fact, there was very little taste at all to the long fuck-shaft in her mouth.
Ann's face moved downward, driving the cock-head to the back of her mouth. Her jaws were pried open by the thickness of the throbbing meat, and the piss-slit jammed against her tonsils. Suddenly, she realized that she was in control of the mouth fucking, so she pulled her head back and felt the cock-head run over her teeth. The Saliva ran thickly inside her mouth and had covered the length of the prick until it glistened from her spit.
"Tighter, girl!" Jason growled as he thrust forward with his naked ass. "A Bradley woman knows to suck hard on family cock!"
She could feel their stares on her as she closed down around the prick with her mouth. Her tongue molded itself along the thick cock-shaft as she sucked the cock back in. Sucking it like a thick straw, her cheeks pressed in from the sides, Ann began to bob up and down with her head. She didn't know much about cock-sucking, but she was determined to avoid another terrible beating.
Jason Bradley laughed and glanced over at his son. "You sure this bitch was a virgin in all of her fuck-holes? She's sucking my cock like she's been doing it all of her life!"
"Never had a prick in her anywhere," Travis said proudly. "I had detectives check that out completely. They even talked to the doctor that gave her a premarital exam. Maybe she was just born to be a Bradley, Father. She certainly had the mouth for it, doesn't she?"
Ann's face was completely red as she sucked her father-in-law's cock. Even her tits were burning with humiliation as she heard them talking about her like a piece of meat that had no other use in the world than to please their terrible pricks. She had already been shamed enough to last her the rest of her life, and her body was still sore from Travis' abuse the previous night.
But the horror of the humiliation and degradation she was being forced to endure just seemed to go on and on as she knelt there naked with a prick stuffing her mouth. The older man's wife, and even his young children, were casually looking on as she pistoned her face up and down on the hard, swollen cock.
"Maybe I ought to feed her a load of cum!" Jason groaned. "Has the bitch had anything to eat this morning?"
"Not a bite," Travis said, and Ann's empty stomach rumbled in agreement.
"Then let's feed her a little protein!" Jason laughed deeply in his gut as his hand snarled into Ann's hair and began yanking her head back and forth on his prick.
Within a couple of minutes, the hard cock was swelling inside Ann's mouth, and, a few seconds later, thick wads of cum blasted out to cover her tonsils. Ann had no option but to swallow it down, and it seemed like a whole cup of sticky stuff was in her stomach before jerking, erupting prick managed to settle down. Finally, Jason sighed and yanked her mouth off his prick by pulling up on her hair. When the cock emerged from her lips, the long prick-shaft glistened from a coating of her spit.
"Oh, do be neat, my dear," Ruth Bradley said disapprovingly. "There's cum leaking out of the corners of your mouth. Use your tongue like a napkin, since there's nothing I dislike more than someone who's sloppy when they're eating."
Ann looked at the older woman. The young newlywed woman was completely baffled by the strange family into which she had been married. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore, and she wondered whether it was all a bad dream. But the ache in her knees and the taste of hot cum in her mouth reminded her that everything was brutally real.
"Mother," Travis said, "as long as she's on her knees, you might as well check her out too."
"What about us?" George and Teresa chimed in together.
Their mother turned sternly to the young pair. "Later," she said sharply. "Children must learn to wait their turn!"
Ann gaped, her jaw open, not truly believing what was going on. It was her naked flesh that the family members were talking about, almost as if she was a treat to be passed out.
"William," Ruth said, rising to her feet, "will you turn my chair for me?"
The butler silently moved in. As Ann watched, William positioned the chair less than two feet in front of where she knelt. Then Ruth moved over, brushing pasted the naked Ann to sit down in the chair like it was a throne. She pulled her feet up into the chair. Her heels locked against the wooden arms, then her ass scooted forward as she pulled the hem of her long gown up over her waist.
Ann looked at the gaping, hairy pussy that appeared right in front of her face. Ruth's ass was shoved to the front of the chair, her knees spread wide, positioning her pussy for her daughter-in-law to eat.
"No!" Ann cried, revolted by what was going on.
Sucking prick at least had the rationalization that it was something to do to a man, but now she was being expected to eat out the cunt-hole of another woman. Even the girls at school hadn't whispered about everything so perverted, and Ann would have never believed that something so lewd could actually happen. She was shocked so badly that she didn't even try to back away as she stared at the glistening, red-haired pussy.
"William, I guess she will have to be persuaded," Ruth said calmly to the butler.
"Do you wish to do so?" the butler as Travis, who sat near his mother and looked on. "No, William, you go ahead," Ann's husband said. "My arm's still a bit tired from whipping her ass last night."
"Aaeeiii!" Ann screamed when the belt lashed across her back. A scarlet line of angry red fire was etched into her skin.
"Goddamn!" the old man at the end of the table grumbled as he noisily dropped his spoon. "Can't you let an old man eat in peace?"
The belt struck again. The old man picked up his spoon and began to eat oatmeal again. The brutal blow across her shoulders drove Ann forward, and she would have fallen to the floor on her face if her nose hadn't buried into Ruth's pussy instead. She sucked wet air down into her chest, the thick smell of cunt-juices heavily musky as they swarmed into her nose.
The pain from the ripping belt told Ann what she must do. She caught her balance again on her knees, then opened her mouth and leaned down to lick her tongue through the juicy cunt.
Ruth's cunt tasted completely different from prick. There was a tantalizing tangy taste that swarmed through Ann's mouth. The flavor, however, had a faint sweetness that made it intriguing, much stronger and sexier than the hard cocks she'd eaten before. Her tongue licked the entire length of the cunt-slit, until its tip found a shaft of hard flesh at the top. Surprised, Ann worked the bud out of its folds, and realized with sudden awareness that the thing was a clit. It was like a small cock and, not knowing what else to do, she sucked it into her lips as if it were really a prick.
"Well, well, Son!" Ruth Bradley murmured, turning her head toward Travis. "I think your father's correct - this new wife of yours seems to naturally know what to do! Already she's sucking my clit like she's been eating pussy all of her life!"
Ann wanted to die. She wanted to yank her face from Ruth's leaking pussy and scream out against the lewdness, but she knew that the massive butler lurked somewhere behind her with the belt ready in his hand. Any defiance now would only lead to a savage beating which wouldn't gain her a thing. She knew she'd end up eating pussy after the belt had done its work. So the tormented young woman continued to suck on her mother-in-law's clit.
She slurped, humiliated by the pussy-eating sounds that she knew were echoing around the room. She could see that the two youngest Bradley's had walked around the table to get a better look at their new cunt-sucking mother-in-law.
"Look at that mouth work!" George cried, excitement thick in his voice.
"She' sucking mommies clit like a cock!" Teresa giggled, and Ann's whole body colored in shame.
"Now, my dear," Ruth said as if instructing a schoolgirl, "lick up and down my pussy-slit, then flick your tongue into my cunt-hole."
Ann almost gagged on her disgrace. Pussy-juices leaked thickly into the back of her mouth and she had to swallow them down. The hot pouring of the woman's cunt joined the cum from Jason's cock in her stomach. Ann's tongue licked along the pussy-slit as all of them watched, then she fucked her tongue far up the older woman's cunt.
"Now fuck it back and forth while I cum on your face," Ruth said.
Ann could do nothing but comply. Her arms were handcuffed behind her back, she was as naked as sin, and she was surrounded by members of the family. Her tongue pistoned in the hot, juicy pussy as the woman's cunt-hole began to flow. More and more of the thick fuck-juices were pouring out into Ann's mouth. Some of the wetness ran out of the corners of her mouth and down over her chin, to flow down onto her neck and tits.
"Yes!" Ruth hissed, and she humped into her daughter-in-law's face.
Juices spurted and splashed into Ann's mouth, and the tortured young woman gulped the streaming cunt-cream down her throat until her tonsils were completely awash. The pussy in her face was trembling and spasming, as she drove her curled tongue far into its depths.