Chapter 2
She got almost to the front door before Johnnie grabbed her. He swung her brutally around and slunge her over his shoulder as if she were almost weightless.
"Now don't be stupid," he said. "You can't get away."
"Let me go!" screamed Lysa, beating her fists futilely on his back as he laughed and gave her ass a hard slap. "Ouch! That hurt."
He laughed again as he set her down and pushed her through the door of the main room. They were all there, waiting for her.
"You beasts!" Lysa yelled. "I'm going home, and my dad'll kill you for this!"
Brad chuckled. "My brother has had enough of you, my little niece," he said with great menace. "Never did a thing around the house, did you? Just played around, came home to eat and kept the boys on the run." He laughed again. "He doesn't know how I'm gonna do it, but he doesn't want to hear anything about how badly you're being treated. But don't worry, you'll be the perfect daughter by the time I send you home."
"Take me to the airport right now!" Lysa said defiantly, looking over her shoulder at Johnnie as he lounged behind her.
"Tie her up," said Brad. "She can watch what she's gonna get."
"No!" Lysa screamed.
"Daddy, you said that I'd be okay if I . . . "
"Shut up!" Elizabeth's father snapped. "Any more of that, and you get double."
"No, no," Elizabeth sobbed, breaking into tears, "you deceived me!"
"I what?" Brad snapped.
"You deceived me," Elizabeth said. "You're a bastard, a shit."
"Double," said Brad. "Get the bar out."
Elizabeth screamed and yelled at her brother as he went over the wall closet and hauled out a padded bar on a stand, but he just grinned at her.
"You still come, you little shit," Randy said. "Now shut the fuck up."
Elizabeth glared at him and stood, watching as her father went over to Lysa and looked down at her. He looked up at the ceiling.
"That one," he said to Johnnie. "She'll see it all from there."
Lysa looked and saw that a pulley with a rope hung over the main beam at that point. Her eyes widening with horror, she backed away, but Brad grabbed her wrists and held them while Johnnie lowered the rope.
"W-What are you doing?" Lysa whispered. "You can't do that, no, please, no!"
She shrieked suddenly as Brad slapped a pair of leather cuffs around her wrists and attached them to the end of the rope. Lysa groaned desperately as Johnnie pulled on the rope and her arms were hauled up.
"Stop it, let me go!" Lysa wept, tears suddenly rolling down her cheeks. "I'll be good, I promise I will. I'll help with the housework, I promise!"
"Oh, you'll do that," Brad said as he pulled on the rope to make sure it held.
Her feet only just reached the floor and her arms ached already from the strain. She stared in growing horror at the padded bar as it was moved only a few feet away from her. Randy swung it so that the bar reached away from her. Anybody bent over it would show everything to the helpless Lysa.
Randy was attaching the base of the bar to some ring bolts as Anne strolled over the Lysa. Lysa saw the woman's strong square face now distorted with cruelty. Anne's eyes roved all over her body while she opened the top of her tight black leather shirt and ran her fingers over her own tits. Lysa knew that Anne had to be in her thirties, but her body was in superb shape. Her tits thrust out almost as tightly as Lysa's, and her skin was as white and soft.
"Yeahhh," Anne said softly, "not bad, don't you think?"
"Not bad," Johnnie agreed. "But I'm gonna have that daughter of yours first. It's my turn, and nobody gives a better blow-job when they're getting the shit whipped out of them."
"Yes," Anne agreed slowly. "You aren't the first to say that. Trained her well, didn't we?"
Johnnie grinned and walked past Lysa, leaving her to face Anne alone.
"Riiight," Anne said softly. "Let's see if you look as good as I think you do."
She reached up and slid her hand up under Lysa's halter top. Anne's fingers were almost at her tits when Lysa reacted. She screamed and kicked out at Anne.
Anne grinned at Lysa. "You're fuckin' stupid!" she snapped.
Her hand swung and slapped Lysa hard across the face. The hand came back and Lysa hung on the rope moaning. Her face stung, but she couldn't rub it.
"Randy, come here," Anne said. "Lash her legs down. The stupid slut won't learn."
"Oh, no!" Lysa sobbed. "Please, I'll do what you want. I'll be good, really I will, please!"
As Anne stood there, still running her fingers over her small high tits, Randy grinned and took more rope.
"Don't do it, don't!" Lysa shrieked as he took one of her ankles and pulled it out until it reached one of the ring bolts in the floor. "Don't! No! No!"
Her body shook with terror as Randy securely lashed her foot to the ring bolt and then went over to her other leg.
"Scream as much as you like," Anne sneered. "Why do you think we live so far out of town?" She gave a nasty laugh and walked over to the closet.
"Please," Lysa whispered to Randy. "Please, let me go. I'll be awfully grateful. . . please, help me!"
He grinned nastily at her from the floor as he lashed her other ankle.
"You don't know what's coming to you, do you?" he said. He stood up and chuckled in her face, running his fingers under her chin. "I'm gonna take what I want, as often as I want it. And I want a lot. I'm a horny bastard. Takes me three comes to even soften, so you're gonna get your ass fucked off, cousin."
Suddenly Anne was back, standing in front of
Lysa. Randy chucked her under the chin and moved to the side. Lysa almost passed out. Anne held a long thin whip and she tapped it against her leg as she looked at Lysa. Lysa sobbed and struggled, but she was utterly helpless now. Her hands were tied above her head and her legs were spread as wide as they would go and lashed to the ring bolts.
"Now, this is to show you just a little bit of what you get if you defy me again," Anne said with deadly calm.
Without warning, her hand flashed out and up and the thin whip cut right between Lysa's legs and big hard into her pussy. Even with her cut-off jeans, the pain leaped out and ran all over her body. She shuddered and screamed, struggling on the ropes.
"She's all yours," Anne said to Randy, and she walked off to where the rest of the party had gathered around the padded bar.
Lys shuddered as Randy came up behind her and put his arms around her waist.
"Look closely at this," Randy whispered in her ear. "After this, it's gonna be you over that bar."
His hands roved over her flesh, slowly working their way up her chest towards her tits.
"Leave me alone!" Lysa screamed. "Stop it! What kind of a girl do you think I am?"
Even the group around the bar stopped to laugh at that, reducing Lysa to more tears. She was sure she would pass out at the horrible treatment she was getting. Randy's hands slid closer to the bottom of her tank top and her tits. Then she noticed that his massive hard cock was pressed into her back and he was sliding the cock-bulge lower, between her ass cheeks.
"Stop it! That's disgusting!" she shrieked, swinging on the ropes with all her might.
"Now that's enough, cunt," he said. "One more like that and Mom will be back here to warm your pussy up again."
Lysa shuddered and moaned, but she couldn't face another lashing like that one. Her cunt still burned from it. She held still and tried to ignore what Randy was doing.
Brad stood-a long thin cane in his hand-with Elizabeth by the bar. She was shaking with fear. On the other side stood Johnnie and Joanie. Only now that Joanie was standing up did Lysa see how tall and slim she was. Slowly, Joanie slid her hand down the front of Johnnie's pants and worked his zipper open. Her skillful hands ran inside and pulled out Johnnie's cock. She held his prick and ran her fingers up and down the prickshaft as Elizabeth watched.
"You'd love to suck my husband off, wouldn't you?" Joanie crooned to Elizabeth, her fingers playing with his cock as she stared at the shaking girl.
"Y-yes, Miss," Elizabeth said.
"Good," Joanie said. "Now I'm going to lay him down, so you can get it all. Isn't that nice of me?"
"Y-yes, Miss," Elizabeth said, her voice shaking as much as her legs.
Lysa shook as Joanie slowly laid her husband down on the floor and made sure he was comfortable. Johnnie grinned, and Joanie leaned down and kissed him. She slid his pants off and his long prick stuck up toward the bar.
"Now, let's see if that's right," Joanie said softly, but her voice had even more menace in it than Anne's. "Bend over the bar and let me see."
Shaking with fear, Elizabeth slowly walked up to the bar and spread her legs, holding onto the polished metal rod. Then she bent, her waist pressed into the bar, her face going down and down toward Johnnie's prick, her hands went out to support her and she stopped, her mouth inches from his swollen cockhead. Her body was almost bent double and her ass stuck up in the air. Her slip had ridden up over her ass, and her tight black panties stretched tightly over her young ass cheeks.
"Excellent," Joanie said. "I got it just right."
She slid the belt of her short dress off and slid the dress down her long legs, stepping out of it and dropping it on the carpet. All she wore underneath was a pink teddy, white stockings and high heels. Lysa gasped.
"Carry on," Joanie said to Brad.
As Joanie slipped to the carpet and cuddled Johnnie's head on her thighs, running her hands all over his chest, Brad looked at Anne.
"Tie her feet and hands," he said.
"Oh, no, Daddy, no!" Elizabeth protested.
The whip slashed out and cracked across her stretched ass cheeks. Elizabeth yelled, and Lysa saw the thin red line on her flesh, even through her panties.
Anne started tying her daughter's legs and arms to more of the ring bolts, but Lysa hardly saw it anymore. Relentlessly, Randy's hands were running up, under her tight top and closing in on her tits. His fingers scraped over Lysa's swelling nipples and she shuddered, biting her lip, trying to pretend it was all a bad dream.
"Shit," Randy whispered. "These are something else. What a pair!"
His hands slid over the smooth flesh of her tits and Lysa choked with loathing. A boy was touching her tits. Not only that, he was slowly rolling her tight little nipples in his fingers, pinching them harder and harder as his cock-bulge rubbed up and down the crack of her ass. His hips bounced against the ropes as he rammed his cock-bulge against her ass.
"Ohhh please, you're hurting!" Lysa moaned, but he only laughed and gave her nipples a vicious pull. Lysa groaned and sobbed at the pain and humiliation.
"Watch now," Randy said. "That's gonna be you next."
Lysa's horror and pain grew as she saw Elizabeth bound helplessly on the bar. Her legs were spread like Lysa's, but her arms were also lashed to the floor, stretching her tightly, the bar rammed hard against her crotch. Her face was just above Johnnie's hard cock and she moaned slightly as she watched Joanie sliding her fingers nearer and nearer to it, keeping Johnnie at the height of arousal.
"Now," Brad said, "you're gonna pay for this afternoon."
Elizabeth sobbed and her body tensed in expectation. The whip was raised above her ass. Then it slashed downwards, and Elizabeth's piercing scream rang out.
On her own ropes, Lysa flinched at the blow. The bar shook with the force of Elizabeth's struggle to free herself. The red line of agony shone through her panties. The whip went up and beat down, and Elizabeth's shriek of pain rang out once more. Again, the cane and Elizabeth's scream had hardly stopped before the next one broke out. Soon her screams were continuous, and Lysa shuddered as she thought of herself in such a desperate plight.
Randy was rolling her tits as he watched his sister's suffering, and his cock was going wild, thrusting at Lysa's ass.
"Fuck," he moaned, "I can't take this. Hey, Mom, I gotta get off."
Anne turned and strolled back, a bright smile of sympathy on her face. "Poor boy. It's all these nasty girls, turning you on like this. Let her down and come to mommy."
Gasping as his cock thrust against the front of his jeans, Randy grabbed the rope and let it go. Lysa m had no time to relax and rub her arms, because he forced her straight to her knees and wrapped the rope around her neck, holding her in place.
"Move, bitch, and I'll choke the crap outa you," he promised.
Standing next to her son, Anne opened his pants and took his cock out. She stood there, slowly running her fingers up and down the thick cockshaft. Lysa choked with fear. Not only was it a huge prick for a teenager, but she knew it was going to shoot all that white jism, and it would go all over her face. That was too horrible to contemplate. She closed her eyes, but the dreadful fascination of it all forced her to open them repeatedly.
"Poor boy," Anne said softly as she played with Randy's cock. "You have to come, I know. Well, let Mommy help you. We don't want to jerk off, do we?"
"No, Mom," Randy gasped. His hips jerked as he looked at Lysa's lovely, pouting face. He pulled her head closer to him, his cock swelling.
"But we mustn't come before your sister, must we?" Anne crooned as she skillfully ran her fingers over Randy's throbbing prick. "Or our guest."
Randy gasped. His balls ached to get rid of their cum-load, and his mother played him perfectly, holding him at the point of shooting until he groaned deep guttural moans of frustration.
"Oooo, shit!" he gasped.
"Not long now," Anne said. "I know your sister."
Lysa sneaked a glance at Elizabeth. The dark, red-tinged hair of the young girl was now bobbing up and down to the pace of the whip. Each time it landed, her shriek rang out as her head went down, trying to get at Johnnie's stiff cock. But still, Joanie held it from her. Her ass was a mass of red, beaten flesh and her legs trembled with each blow. But her ass betrayed her. Now it thrust up at the cane as it came down, even as her screams rang out.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she shrieked. "Daddy, stop it, please, aaaghh! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Let me suck him, please, I can't take it, please!"
"You really want to suck my husband off?" Joanie asked, playing with his cock much as Anne played with Randy's stiff fucker.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Elizabeth shrieked.
"So they'll stop whipping you?" Joanie grinned, her blonde hair tossing as she watched the whip lashing into the helpless girl's ass.
"Yes, yes!" Elizabeth screamed. "Oh let me do it, I'll do it."
"But you know how angry I get at any woman who fucks my husband," said Joanie, sliding her hands over his cock.
Johnnie lay there watching, his head cradled in Joanie's lap as she stroked his prick.
"Aaaagggghhh! Oh shit, let me do it!" Elizabeth screamed, her ass heaving up and down with the force of the whip.
"Oh, very well, if you want," Joanie said with resignation. She reached out and took a handful of Elizabeth's hair. "Suck it, whore!"
She rammed Elizabeth's hot little mouth over her husband's stiff, throbbing prick.
"Aaaaahhh!" Johnnie sighed.
Joanie jerked Elizabeth's head back off his cock.
"Let me-aaaaghhh!" Elizabeth screamed as the whip lashed her ass relentlessly and Johnnie grinned at Johnnie grinned at Joanie. "Give me his cock-you promised!"
"Oh, all right," Joanie said, and she rammed Elizabeth's face back down on Johnnie's cock.
Elizabeth's mouth slid right down the length of the stiff fucker, taking it all in while her throat opened to take the cockhead. her muffled screams still rang out at ever stroke of the whip, and she pumped her head frantically, taking as much cock as she could. But her ass thrust up more wantonly with each stroke. And even her screams changed, getting deeper and taking on a tight, growing note of the most depraved desire. The whole apparatus jumped as her body thrashed to the pulse of the whip and the demands of the massive cock in her mouth.
"Not long now," Anne said softly as she stroked Randy's heaving fuck-rod, the tip getting closer and closer to Lysa's horrified face.
A drop of pre-cum formed at the tiny slit on the cockhead, and Randy leaned back, pulling on the rope so that Lysa's head was forced even closer to the horrible thing. She knew he was going to shoot jism soon, all over her face.
"Come on, bitch!" Brad yelled as he lashed the whip into Elizabeth's helpless ass.
Everything was rising to a terrible frenzy. Elizabeth's mouth closed around Johnnie's cock. Her throat contracted around the cockshaft and Johnnie lay back, moaning with the pleasure of his rising climax.
Elizabeth's mouth rammed up and down as the whip landed, her ass, beet red and lined with deeper crimson marks of agony, thrust up and down, faster and faster, making Brad whip her harder as her climax burst over her.
Suddenly she was screaming with the most depraved release, her ass throbbing with climax, her mouth sucking Johnnie's cock to the balls as the cum boiled in them. Her muffled screams of pleasure echoed in the room as Johnnie thrust his hips up and leaned back, shuddering with release.
"Ohhhh yeahhh!" he groaned. "I'm coming, ohhh fuck, I'm coming!"
Joanie leaned down and dug her fingernails into her husband's chest, raking them slowly up as he came, the cum pumping out in great gobs into Elizabeth's spasming mouth.
Elizabeth shrieked and moaned as white cum oozed from her lips and dropped onto Johnnie's thighs. Her mouth sucked convulsively as her ass beat up in the air, thrusting with demanding lust until she gave one last scream and collapsed, still sucking the cum as it rolled from Johnnie's piss slit.
"Ready, darling?" Anne asked.
"Ooohhh, yeah, Mom," Randy gasped.
Lysa burst into tears. She saw Anne close her fingers very slightly on her son's cock, and that was enough. Cum began pumping from his balls. It shot along his cockshaft and Anne held it while great gobs of jizz shot out and splattered into Lysa's helpless face.
She wanted to scream, but that would fill her mouth with jism. She moaned as thick hot wads of the horrible stuff shot all over her face and into her hair, running down her cheeks and over her lips. Gobs of cum stuck over her eyelids and she had to keep them closed while the moans of pleasure from Randy, Johnnie and Elizabeth rang in her ears.
Cum slid off Lysa's chin and down onto her tank top, wetting the thin material. She struggled against the ropes, but Randy held her tight until the last of his cum-load was shot and only thin liquid oozed from his cock.
"Shit, that was great . . . thanks, Mom," he said.
"Oh, anything for my boy," Anne said smoothly. "Now why don't you tie that new whore over the bar? I think you'll have a lot more trouble getting her to suck cock. You're used to your sister, and she's easy."
Randy laughed. "Yeahhh, but that's half the fun!"