Chapter 7
"No, no, I won't let you do this to my daughter!" Lillian cried, springing into action.
"Hey, man! Get 'er!" Jack shouted.
Lillian rushed forward toward her hanging daughter, tears welling in her eyes. She limped slightly from her fall, her left leg aching. Uncle Greig moved forward, grabbing her roughly by the elbow and holding her back. Lillian wheeled around, finding herself face to face with this awful man! How she wanted to spit in his face, to claw her fingers along his cheeks and draw blood for having done something this hideous to her family!
"She digs it," Greig said, guessing what was going on in her mind.
"What?"
"Sure. We've been fuckin' the shit outta her, and man she cums like crazy," Greig said, watching her reaction closely.
"You filthy ... filthy animal!" Lillian cried, her face wrinkling into a mask of disgust.
She had never particularly liked her husband's older brother. Now she knew why. She struggled again, pulling one hand free and slapping him hard across the face. The sound was like a shot in the room. Jack looked up, surprised by his aunt's violent move.
"You let her go! You ... you let her go or I swear I'll call the police when I get out of here."
"If you get out of here," Greig corrected, rubbing his reddening cheek.
"Don't threaten me," Lillian shot back bravely, feeling her heart skip a beat at the threat. "I don't know what you've done to her, but you're not going to go any further."
"Like hell we won't."
"Let me go! Oh God, God, let me go! Somebody, help me!"
Lillian was screaming at the top of her voice, fighting her brother-in-law as he pushed her back once more. Once again Lillian lost balance, slipping backward and falling flat on her spine. Looking up, the woman saw her daughter hanging there, her legs bent all the way back, her ankles bound to her right wrist. It was grotesque. She pushed the hair from her eyes, feeling renewed hatred surge through her body. She would get Susan down from there and get her out of this madhouse before anything more happened.
But Greig was nearly on top of her again, laughing. "Sit up!"
Lillian hesitated, looking up at her sobbing daughter, then back at Jack. "You're gonna learn when I say something, bitch, you jump!"
When she still hesitated, Greig reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair and filling his palm with the smooth blonde strands. He jerked her close, making her mouth strike the side of his black engineer's boots. Lillian let out a gasp, feeling her upper hp split. She could taste the warm salty flavor of her blood, and she moaned. Jack saw what had happened and smiled approvingly, twisting his hand around and tugging at her hair. Lillian let out another howl, twisting her body around and stretching one hand up to her head. The pain was awful, making her eyelids flutter.
"That's better. That's good, Lil. I always thought you'd be a pretty good slave once you got rid of that wimp of a brother of mine."
"He was a fine ... uhhhaghghghhhh!"
Greig moved to one side, dragging her along behind him. At times he jerked her close again, forcing her mouth against his filthy leather boot. She could taste the dirt crusted along the edge of his boot. Turning her head, she spat out the filthy mixture of spit and crud, moving her knees and thighs to keep up with the restreating man. The horror of what was happening surged through her, making her mind reel with the enormity of it all.
"This way," Greig said.
He held her down now, forcing her mouth up and down over the toe of his boot. When she tried moving her head away, he yanked hard at the strands, threatening to snatch her bald. Lillian realized what he wanted-complete submission, total degradation. When he pushed her head down again against his right boot, the woman didn't fight back. Opening her mouth, she drew her tongue over the heavily scarred leather tip, licking up and down, coating his boot with her saliva. Twice she had to turn her face and spit, wishing she could spit in his face.
"Now the heel!" he demanded.
Greig jerked her head around, shoving her nose against the well-worn heel of his right boot. Lillian again complied, drawing her tongue around the leather, feeling sick to her stomach.
"Oh, Mother! What are they doing to us?" Susan sobbed.
"You're gonna have a good time. She's gonna get fucked just like you did," Jack said, swatting Lillian hard across the ass.
Susan let out a sharp cry as she blinked away the tears and watched her mother's humiliation below her.
"That's good. A real good bitch. Now we're gonna have some fun. You're gonna show your daughter just how to get fucked."
Lillian heard that and tensed, drawing back in spite of the pulling pain in her scalp. Fucked! No. No. She could never let that happen-not here, not with her brother-in-law, not in front of Susan and Jack!
"No, kill me, but not that!" She was screaming now, her face red, her lips still slick from the boot licking.
"If that's the way you want it, okay." Greig let go.
The sudden release of pressure sent Lillian reeling back. She fell on her ass, drawing her hands behind her for support. Greig was standing over her in a flash, raising his left hand. He let her retreat to the fall wall, her ass scooting over the uneven cold basement floor. Lillian was shivering with horror. Her eyes dropping slightly, she could see his hard-on, that long thick cock-bulge in the front of his pants. A shudder ran through her body as she drew her knees up to her chin and looked up at her daughter. Had he really fucked her? Had they made her daughter do all those terrible things before she'd come in?
"No!" she cried.
Greig liked her like this-cornered, trembling, her eyes filled with terror and rounding all the more with each passing second. It was the time of horrified anticipation, the time when the imagination of the victim ran wild. As Lillian trembled, Greig smiled more broadly. The full lips pulled back across his front teeth. Lillian thought he would throw himself onto her and
J tear out her throat. She drew herself into a ball, feeling her spine press hard against the wall behind her. "Please, no!"
Greig dropped his hand quickly, his fingers whistling through the air. Lillian saw it cutting through the shadows like a knife blade. She tensed more, closing her eyes while trying to bring one hand protectively up to her cheek. Too late. The force of the blow, the hot stinging impact of those fingers against her cheek made her head throb.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
No one-not even her husband, in anger-had touched her that way. She drew one hand up to her cheek, rubbing the injured area. Greig was breathing hard now, his cock pressing more against his pants.
"Let's go, baby. We're gonna make it right here," he said.
Susan looked down in horror at her mother lying on the floor. Her uncle was pulling her away from the wall by one hand, dragging her like a sack across the floor. Lillian groaned, her face turned away from her daughter while her legs stretched out lifelessly behind her. The girl forgot her own misery for the moment and called out for her mother.
"Oh, Susan! Oh God, God, don't look. Don't watch," Lillian pleaded.
Greig took her to the center of the room and dropped her hand, letting her cry for the moment. In that short time, Lillian realized there would be no choice other than to submit to this man. She turned around, brushing the hair from her eyes. No. She wouldn't look at her daughter. She wouldn't look up and find Susan peering down at her. Instead the woman concentrated, watching as Greig unzipped his fly, then flipped his pants open. The trousers slid down, exposing his thick patch of prick hairs and that thickly veined ten-inch cock that had been gagging Susan moments earlier.
Lillian clasped her hands to her tits, drawing back in horror. She scooted away from him, her panties rolling up against the bottom curves of her ass-cheeks. She wouldn't let him touch her with that thing! Her late husband hadn't had a cock that big. Oh God, could they have been real brothers?
"You dig it? Susan did. But I didn't get a chance to fuck her in the cunt. That was my son's privilege. I fucked her mouth though, and she gave good head, Lil. You know what that means, don't you? You know about sucking cock, getting your mouth around that mother and."
"Stop!"
She clasped her hands to her ears, refusing to listen to any more of his garbage. Instead, the woman concentrated on her own plight. She looked at that long, thick cock and thought of a branding iron. Yes, it was a branding iron, a huge poker that would impale her, stab her. If only she had a knife, something as destructive as that thing he was going to fuck her with. Lillian knew she wouldn't have hesitated to plunge it deep in his chest, then turn on her sick nephew. They all deserved to die for this!
"Uh!"
Greig slapped her again, knocking her flat against the floor. "Gonna fuck you like an animal, bitch! Gonna fuck you right on the floor."
Lillian sobbed, her back flat against the concrete, her fists clenched and pressed against her thighs. The woman was dizzy with terror.
Greig shoved his pants down to his boot tops. The hot smell of his groin washed over her, making her heart beat more quickly. Was it terror that made her flesh itch this strange way?
Lillian didn't know. But she knew something odd was happening to her now, perhaps the same thing that had happened to her daughter earlier when those horrible men had raped her. "Oh, Mother!"
Susan watched helplessly, the ropes cutting harder, more cruelly into her wrists and ankles. She watched as her uncle stroked his cockmeat slowly, looking up at her, then looking down at his sister-in-law.
"This is gonna be great. A nice family fuck-with the kid looking on."
Greig moved closer to Lillian, his fat cock bobbing upward, striking his white T-shirt. He shoved his shirt up over his nipples, exposing his abdomen. Lillian found herself noticing his body more now-his muscular thighs, his washboard belly, the coating of graying body hair, his thick-muscled arms, and most of all that long, thick cocklance standing straight out from his hairy groin. It was then she realized her nipples were growing terribly stiff, itching, straining against her bra while a spasm of tingling heat teased her clit. Her cunt was growing damp. She shook her head as if she could shake the terrible thoughts from her mind. It was then the woman realized her body was alive with fucklust. The beating, the abuse, the cruel words, the confines of this horrible place all had had an effect on her. "No, please!"
"Hey, Dad. I'll bet Aunt Lil's gonna turn on to you the way the kid did to me."
"No telling, Son. I think she's getting hot right now."
"Stop it! Stop this before ... "
Lillian's voice trembled as she tried to think of some appropriate threat. But nothing came to mind. All she could do was sit there and tremble helplessly with rage and lust. She was feeling animal heat racing through her thighs, making her cunt hot and tight and wet. And all this was happening while her daughter hung there like a piece of meat over her head.
Lillian watched as Greig jerked one arm up high again. She screamed, turning her face away. The hand came down against her head, knocking her to the ground. Lillian groaned, putting one hand up to protect herself against another blow. None came. He wrapped his fingers around her hair once more and, as she groaned, he dragged her back over to the work bench.
"You know, my son tells me he ass-fucked
Susan while he had her roped up here. You wanna try that."
"No!"
"Come on, Susan, watch and see what your old lady's gonna do. Dad'll put her through her paces real good."
Jack reached up and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, twisting it around and jerking her head back so she had to look forward. There was no stopping her uncle. He was already hauling her mother onto the bench and climbing over it, himself. Susan shivered, remembering the horrible time she had had. And now there was her uncle, her favorite uncle, about to fuck her mother.
Jack rolled the woman over, then began opening her blue dress. Lillian struggled against him, but found he was knocking her hands effectively away. When she still fought him, Greig slapped her twice, dazing the woman.
"Ohhhhh ... "
"Mother!" Susan screamed, tears rolling down her face.
Jack reached up and stuck one finger up the girl's shitter, twisting it around and around like a tiny prick and making the girl scream more loudly. no
"You're gonna have a whole lot more to fuck around with if you don't shut up."
Greig pawed Lillian's tits, then moved back and loosened two brown leather straps that dangled from one side of the bench. Susan watched with growing interest as he rolled her mother flat on her back, then stretched her arms back high over her head. Lillian groaned, her mouth opening and letting out throaty sounds. Greig moved quickly, looping the leather around her wrist, then cinching the strap tight with a sliding buckle. He worked the same way with the other arm, securing both her hands to the sides of the table. When Lillian finally regained complete consciousness, she found her arms bound fast to the bench.
"What ... what have you done to me?" she cried, panic registering in her eyes.
"Just what needs to be done."
Greig worked freely now, tearing the dress from her body and tossing it to the floor. Lillian screamed, arching her back, feeling the garment ripping from her torso and watching it float to the ground. Sliding one hand under her bra strap, he pulled, forcing the cups to dig into her chest flesh. Lillian cried out again, her eyes wide and rounded as she heard something tear. In a moment her bra ripped away, leaving her tits naked, exposed to her brother-in-law.
"Nice tits," he sighed, rubbing his hands over her tits, making Lillian feel dirty as he kneaded her tits and pinched her nipples. "Used to stare at these tits during Christmas dinner, wondering what that wimp brother of mine did to these big knockers. Now you're gonna see what I do to 'em."
He lowered his head, biting her tit tips, laving them with spit while still kneading her tits. His teeth clamped down on her right nipple suddenly, biting down hard, moving up and pulling her tit away from her chest. She screamed, yowling like a cat, writhing her shoulders helplessly against the bench.
"Mother! Oh God, leave my mother alone ... uhhhhh!"
Jack shoved three more fingers into her ass-hole, twisting them around, fucking them back and forth until Susan thought he was going to rip out a handful of her ass guts. She let out a groan of horror.
"You keep that up and I'm gonna fist-fuck you. Gonna fist-fuck you real bad and hard, bitch!"
Susan felt him spreading his fingers around in her shitter. Her thighs and ass ached while her belly muscles cramped. She jerked and bounced on the overhead ropes while her cousin continued ass-fucking her with his fingers.
Fist-fuck her? Stick his whole fist up there? Susan could well imagine him doing something like that and ruining her life. She bit her hp, hanging her head down and vowing to be silent.
"Better. Go on, Dad."
Greig wasn't paying attention to them, however. He was still torturing Lillian's tits, biting her nipples and making her cry out as he began her rape.