Chapter 6
There it was! Oh God, there it was, his cock slipping past her stretched-open cunt lips, inching up against her cuntmeat!
Susan let out a gasp that escaped from around the gagging rubber ball, her fingers curling once more against the wooden legs of the sawhorse. Jack had centered his cockhead right over her pussyhole and was slowly increasing the pressure. His hands braced on her shoulders, the fingers pressing her back harder against the crushing wood. Susan cried out, fearing the added weight would snap her spine. But then the feel of his prickmeat squeezing into her tight, wet fuck-hole took away any such fears. It was what she needed. It was all Susan needed to make her feel good after what she'd been through.
Fucked. Really fucked! The girl felt the steamy, belly-filling tension. She tightened the muscles in her legs, feeling them cramp from all the excitement. How her cuntal muscles spasmed and fluttered at the touch of her cousin's prick!
She heard him grunting, felt his arms flattening her shoulders. Then his fingers moved to her tits, pinching the nipples while his hips shot forward. With a greasy, slippery slide, his prick-head popped past the tense, itchy ring of her cuntal mouth.
"Uhhhhfhfhhffff!"
Susan felt his cockhead fucking into her cunt. It was the first time, the very first time she was feeling this. The fucking machine didn't count. A tremor made her cheeks quiver as her cousin Jack pulled back a bit, then fucked his cock even deeper into her cunt, past where her cherry had been.
"Ooooooohfffff!"
The big fat cock-knob was fucking into her cunt now, very, very deep into her cunt. Jack was fucking only half his cock in and out of her cunthole, teasing her terribly, making her feel as if she were only going to be partially satisfied with his fucking. Susan groaned in complaint, wishing she could move her hips and tell him just how much she wanted all of his cockmeat in her.
Jack was all the way on top of her now, rubbing his belly up against hers, his fingers cupping her tits, mashing her sore, sore nipples! Greig moved behind her, bending down and stroking the backs of his fingers against her flushed cheeks. Susan moaned again.
"How does it feel, being fucked like this, baby? You like getting fucked by my son while you're tied up?"
"Unnfnfnfffff!"
"It's okay. You can tell me. I'm your uncle."
Greig laughed, slapping her smartly across the face, then reaching around and untying the leather strap that held the ball in her mouth. Uncle Greig pulled the gag out. A torrent of screams and sobbed escaped from Susan's lips. She shook her head, staring right up into her uncle's blue eyes. Jack fucking her brought her attention back to her pussy. The rising heat in her cunt made her arch her back against the straps and wood, making the pain in her shoulders and spine that much worse.
"Ohhhhh, no, don't ... oh God, don't do this to me!"
Uncle Greig had already unbuttoned his trousers, hooking his thumbs around the waistband and shoving them down. A monster! That was the only word that flashed in her mind as she stared upward at the thick prick bobbing before her eyes. His fucker was at least ten inches long, maybe longer! And so thick! He stroked his cockmeat, rubbing his other hand up under his hairy balls and groaning while his son fucked Susan hard and fast.
"That's a nice little mouth. It's gonna be a tight fit."
"You can do it, Dad. She's good with her mouth, real good!" Jack panted, moving his fingers now in broad concentric circles around the girl's belly and finally down to her cunt. He inched her cunt labes around his prick, rubbing them up against the sides of his pistoning prick as he fucked deep and hard.
Susan had nearly forgotten about her uncle, especially when Jack began rubbing her clit again and again. But then she felt the man's cock drape over her eyes, gouge into her nose, against her cheeks. He was holding her head down, bending his knees, bracing the insides of them against her head. Susan felt dizzy in that position, her nostrils filled with the smell of his crotch.
"Take it, baby! Go on, suck my cock, just the way you sucked Jack's cock!"
Uncle Greig held her down, pushing his cockmeat into her mouth while her head was dangling upside down. It was hard for her to breathe, to even swallow in that awkward position. And he was shoving his cockmeat in deep and fast, his balls dangling in front of her eyes. Down, down into her mouth until the cockhead was touching the back of her throat!
Susan coughed, spit frothing around the corners of her cock-stuffed lips. But Uncle Greig was too busy fucking her mouth to notice.
"Yeah, Son, oh yeah! She's got a hot mouth. You move that tongue around my prick nice and easy ... yeah, like that! And I'll take it out so you can breathe."
Susan obeyed, feeling panic rising in her chest. She laved her tongue wildly around that long thick ridge, the cum tube that would send a hot shower of jizz racing down her throat. Satisfied for the moment, Uncle Greig slowly withdrew his prick until only the prickhead rested between her pouty lips. Susan swallowed gratefully, inhaling and feeling better.
"Man, oh man, she's milkin' me, Dad! Yeah, she's got that poor ol' pussy stoked up and she's milkin' my prick!"
"Go for it, Susy! Oh yeah, suck your uncle's cock. Feels good fuckin' down in your throat, doesn't it, baby?"
Susan let out a throaty gurgle, swirling her tongue against the fat base of the cock now pressing up to her lips. She felt the cockhead fucking into her throat a second time. But this time the girl was ready for it. She closed her lips tightly around the big cockrod, sucking for all she was worth while rubbing her tongue back and forth, back and forth over the thick cum tube. There were times when Uncle Greig fucked her face so fast his cock scraped over her teeth. She thought she was hurting him and he would slap her for the offense. But the big man seemed to like that sensation at times, leaning over, feeding her his prickmeat while he rubbed his balls over her eyes.
Susan's shoulders were aching from the unnatural thrown-back position they were in. Her spine seemed to crack over the hard wooden frame each time Jack fucked his prick into her cunt. But still the girl loved every second of the fuck-feast. She felt him grinding his prick against her clit. It was wild, insane! The girl cried out, sucking hard on her uncle's prick the same way her cunt was sucking at Jack's cock. He was fucked all the way inside her cunt now. Oh yes, yes, he was fucking her hard, deep, sliding that cockmeat in, in, in! Susan jerked against the restraining leather straps, feeling them cut cruelly into her flesh. She wanted to move her ass in circles to increase the friction she felt. No. That was part of her punishment, part of her restraint. They were keeping her that way purposely, holding her down while they did the moving and the fucking.
"Yeah, man, she's good, real good down here. Almost sorry I let that damned machine do the cherry-poppin' instead of my cock!" Jack said.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
More flashes of fire searing through her cunt. The insides of her thighs chilled then burned while cunt juice oozed from her velvety pussy slit, spraying out and wetting down Jack's swinging balls. Susan started jerking and twisting on the sawhorse. Her muscles ridged again against her inner thighs while her entire body seemed to melt into her cousin's. In her mouth she could taste the flat, bleachy-tasting cum that had begun to bubble from her uncle's prickhead. He was going to shoot soon. He kept telling her that, telling her how good it was going to feel when he filled her mouth with his cum.
The blonde teenager jerked her knees, feeling the cuffs pulling back on her ankles. Oh, if only she could be free! If only she could wrap her legs around the big man and hold him to her while she let him fuck her. She let out a deep sobbing breath, feeling Greig's cock filling her mouth. He was holding his cock in her mouth now, rubbing his crotch hairs against her nostrils until Susan thought she would sneeze. He was groaning, bending his knees, leaning over her body while flattening his balls against her face. There was more of that pre-cum flavor in her mouth, more of the taste that let Susan know Uncle Greig was going to shoot his cum-load down her throat!
Jack gave a sudden shout, the cry of a man about to blow his cum-load. She wept and struggled against the bonds, her fingers clawing at the wooden legs. She thought several nails broke as catastrophic waves of climax tore from her cunt. She was jerking against the restraining sawhorse, moving it slightly with the powerful spasms of her body. She wanted to kick and bite and claw at anything in front of her as Jack fucked in hard and deep and kept his cock there.
"Take it, you fuckin' slut!"
He cuffed her, slapping her with across her chin just as the first massive jolt of cum sprayed from his prick. Susan only shouted with joy, feeling her cuntal walls fold, then grip down hard onto his prick at least three times for every wad that shot from his prick. Susan cried out with a vengeance again as Jack slapped her several times across the ass, fucking his prick in and out as he shot out the final wads of his jizz.
"Fuckin' Jesus Christ!" he cried out, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand. "She practically squeezed my balls dry with her cunt!"
"She wasn't bad with her mouth either, Son. And," Uncle Greig added, glancing at his watch, "your mother's going to be here soon to pick you up." The irony was heavy in his voice as he pulled his trousers back up.
Susan swallowed the last drop of jizz, smacking her lips and wondering what her mother would say once she got here. What a surprise she would get when she walked in and found her only daughter roped and tied like a calf!
"So, aren't you looking forward to Lillian's coming here, Susie? We're gonna have a fine time, a real family gathering," Uncle Greig said, tilting his head back and letting out a shout of laughter.
Susan trembled now, realizing her mother would indeed be horrified and might even disown her once the truth about how she had behaved with these men got out.
Three miles away, Lillian gripped the steering wheel, her arms aching from the tension she felt throbbing in her arms. Greig had called and said something about Susan. An accident? Not feeling well? She couldn't even remember.
Brushing the honey-blonde hair from her eyes, Lillian glanced in the rear view mirror, always fearing someone was following her. She wasn't paranoid. But ever since two men had driven behind her and then tried to force her off the road-with rape, she was sure, on their minds-she had been especially careful. Men! Lillian pursed her lips together, racing through a caution light and feeling her blood pressure rise.
Ever since her husband had died she felt no need for men. They only wanted one thing. Lillian felt something like disgust as she thought of the two times she had gone to singles bars. If only there were some man she could trust, someone who would respect her.
There it was! Greig's house. The lights were on downstairs, although the second flood was dark. Slowing, Lillian turned the car into the broad curving drive, switching off the engine and gathering her sweater and purse quickly. Was Susan severely ill? Could she travel? All these things she should have asked. But Greig had seemed so serious on the phone, almost demanding she hurry over and see about her daughter. Swinging her long legs out of the car, Lillian shut the door, smoothing her blue business suit. Lillian walked to the house quickly, her heels clicking against the concrete.
Greig was standing there in the doorway just behind the screen door, a beer in his hand.
Lillian paused a moment on the second stair to the porch, noticing he didn't seem particularly nervous or concerned as he had sounded on the phone earlier.
"Lillian! Glad you're here. Come on in."
"How's Susan? Is she all right?" the attractive thirty-six-year-old blonde asked breathlessly.
"Fine, fine. I'm sorry I startled you, but I don't know much about medicine and illness," Greig said, pushing the screen door open and backing in to admit her.
"Is she upstairs?" Lillian asked, narrowing her eyes and looking up the stairway.
"Resting. You can see her in a minute. Would you like a drink?"
Lillian wrinkled her forehead, inhaling a deep breath. What had come over her brother-in-law? He was treating her as if she'd just popped in for a social visit. And yet earlier he had sounded as if Susan were on the way to the hospital.
"Perhaps later. I'd like to see Susan now," she insisted, starting up the stairs.
"As you wish," he said, shrugging and putting his beer down. "But you won't find her up there."
Lillian caught a tone in her brother-in-law's voice she didn't care for. Stopping, she turned around, holding onto the banister with both hands and feeling something like fear and anger together rising in her.
"Then where is she?"
"The basement."
"The ... what's she doing there?" Lillian cried, her long silken hair falling loosely around her shoulders as she leaned forward toward Greig.
"Why don't you come down with me and find out?" he said, offering a hand.
"I don't understand this at all," Lillian said brusquely, avoiding him and walking quickly through the doorway to the kitchen. "You call me and tell me she's ill. And then I get here as fast as I can and ... "
"Mother! Don't come down here!" Susan cried from below.
Lillian froze on the steps, instinctively clutching her purse to her tits and feeling the hair on the nape of her neck standing on end. She turned around, staring her brother-in-law in the eye. He had changed in that short time between kitchen and stairwell, his pupils dilated with excitement while his chest rose and fell with his increased heavy breathing. The nervousness and uneasiness Lillian had felt earlier now rose to a concentrated level. She tried moving back up the stairs, but found Greig blocking her way.
"Don't you want to see your daughter?"
"Yes, but ... "
"Then, see her!"
He grabbed Lillian by the shoulders and shoved her back violently and to one side. The woman screamed in surprise, dropping her purse as she fell backward and down. The small of her back struck the wooden banister while her head snapped back against the block wall. Stars exploded in her head as Lillian reached out helplessly, her fingers curling and clutching for something, anything for balance. But everything seemed to be moving. Her body twisted around like a snake as she fell down another three steps, her feet tangling together. Her shoes had come off somewhere and she pitched headlong down the stairs, her shins and wrists skinning over the steps. With a cry, Lillian finally came to rest at the bottom of the steps, falling face down onto the cold concrete floor.
"Better watch where you step, Aunt Lil," Jack said.
Her nephew's voice! But there was something different about his voice too, something hard-edged that made her tremble upon hearing it. Every bone in her body seemed to ache as she pushed herself up and shook the long hair from her eyes. There seemed to be something swinging in front of her, something very large and yet graceful. Shaking her head, Lillian realized to her horror that it was her daughter Susan.
"Oh God!" Lillian cried, clapping both hands to her mouth. "What have you done to her? Oh God, why have you done this?" Lillian was staggering to her feet.
Susan was indeed a sight to behold. A broad band around her tight wrist was fastened to a pulley rope extending overhead. It had been tightened until the naked girl stood only on her toes, her right hand strained high above her head. She looked frightened, then grimaced as Jack moved behind her and pulled her higher. Lillian stood there, watching in shocked fascination as her daughter rose from the floor.
"Now watch."
Lillian felt paralyzed, unable to make a move as Jack took both of Susan's legs and bent them back. Only now she saw the ankles had been tied tightly together. Susan's pretty doll-face blanched and slackened as her demented cousin kept bending her legs until the ankles were nearly touching her head.
"Uhhhh ... gimme a hand, Dad. Can't do two things at once."
Greig cast a severe look at the paralyzed Lillian, then moved to his niece, holding her bent-back legs while his son roped them to her right wrist. The other hand dangled uselessly to her side.
"Stop this!" Lillian cried, finally shaking herself from her horrified stupor.