Frank Brown: Ravaged tied family

June stopped screaming because she knew she had to. Her mouth bled inside from the slaps she'd received. She had a bloody nose as well. The blood tasted salty and like iron. She held her breath as the crazed young man forced her down over the leather seat of the motorcycle and began to cut the clothes off her with his hunting knife. He had a grip on her hair, and her eyes teared heavily from the searing pain in her scalp. Lying belly-down over the seat, she stated at the ground.

The cold steel of the knife blade slid along her back and made her shiver. She sobbed, but dared not scream again. The vicious youth might slit her throat. She almost wished he would plant the hunting knife in her back and end it all right now. She wouldn't be that lucky, though. The knife sliced down the length of her back, slitting her blouse and bra. As the sun lashed at her naked back, the youth pushed the tip of his knife blade under the waist of her jeans and panties. She felt the blade tickle the length of her asscrack as the boy cut away bier pants. He sliced down the legs of her jeans, then cut the straps of her sandals. Her clothing fell away and she was naked.

"Hot Momma," the boy muttered. "Yeah, Hot Momma!" On his knees behind her, he suddenly forced apart her asscheeks and plunged his mouth between them, sucking on her asshole.

June stifled a gasp. She'd never been more shocked in her life. How could the boy do such a filthy thing? She was more shocked over his sexual perversity than over his knife-happy behavior. Now she was sure he was insane, a degenerate sexual pervert.

The youth's tongue slipped inside her, sending shivers up her spine. The boy moaned like an animal as he licked her out… as if he were enjoying the taste of her filthiest body opening. His tongue slid in and out of her asshole, twisting, licking, probing. June felt tingles in the tips of her toes, felt throbbing sensations in the tips of her nipples. Her naked tits hung over the edge of the black-leather seat like two swollen cow udders.

"God, leave her alone! Will you just please leave her alone?" Howard received another punch for his words. He groaned sickly.

"Toss them, smelly panties over here, Sammy baby," said one of the other cyclists. "This dude needs something stuffed in that hole in his face before. I shove my fist in it."

The boy lapped at June's ass, rubbed his nose up and down her ass-cleft, pried apart her cuntlips and started to lick at her fuckmeat.

"Sammy, I said toss me that bitch's underpants. Get your nose outta her ass for a second, for Christ sake, before I land my boot on your own ass."

"Fuck you," the boy said. He found June's panties and fired them at the man who was lashing Howard to one of the motorcycles.

"Thank ya kindly. Now go fetch the girl's underpants and carry 'em to Willis. He's got his hands full with the young dude."

"Aw shit!" said Sammy. "I'm some kinda slave around this place. Shit!" He slapped June across the ass, making her gasp and jerk. "Don't go away, Momma. If I have to go after ya, I'll stick ya with my knife before I stick ya with something you'll like better."

"Sammy," called a deep voice.

"Yeah, Willis, I'm coming." The boy trudged off.

June tried to think of a way to escape, but her mind just wouldn't stay still long enough for her to focus on any one thought. She felt so naked and vulnerable, she wanted to die. The sun licked at her ass and back, at her naked legs. She shifted restlessly, and the blouse fell away from under her belly. As her naked stomach made contact with the hot leather of the seat, she began to sweat, getting the leather slippery. The seat wasn't the only thing getting slippery, though. Her cuntlips and inner thighs were getting wet, too, as the fuck-juices trickled out of her. She felt so naked, so exposed, that she was turned on, and she couldn't help herself.

A slow trickle of pussycream tickled down her inner thigh. She wiggled her ass, almost wishing the crazed youth would hurry up and get back to her. His tongue had felt so good in her shithole.

She swallowed, tasting more blood, and cursed herself for forgetting momentarily where she was and what was happening. She might be killed. Her husband and son and daughter might all be killed with her. Howard and Randy had shut up, but she could still hear Crystal grunting and whimpering. What was that ugly bull doing to her? My God, what was happening?

She pushed up off the cycle to run to Crystal's rescue, but a rough hand fell on her shoulder. "Going somewhere, Momma?"

The youth spun her toward him and crushed her in his arms, biting her all over the neck as she whimpered. He slid down, biting her tits, getting her nipples between his teeth and stretching them like rubber. He sucked like a hungry calf.

"Jesus, what tits!" the boy muttered, mauling her tits with his hands and mouth.

June stood there helplessly, letting the youth devour her. She saw Howard, who was sitting on the ground and tied to one of the cycles, gaze at her almost with disgust, then turn his eyes away. The long-haired cyclist with the red headband was tying a gag around Howard's head, securing June's panties in Howard's mouth.

Nearby, the tall blond cyclist, the handsome one, was gagging Randy. Randy's mouth bulged with Crystal's panties, and his half-naked, jeans-clad body was tied to a cycle upon which he was sitting, his hands bound behind him. He resembled a barefooted, bare-chested cowboy who was tied astraddle the bare back of a horse, on his way to be hung. Unlike Howard, Randy didn't look away, but gazed at her as if fascinated, looking her up and down, watching the young cyclist, who was no more than a few years older than Randy himself, suck on her tits. June looked away, feeling humiliated and hurt. Her husband was disgusted by her, and her son appeared to be enjoying the sight of her abuse. She even thought she detected lust in Randy's eyes.

She heard grunting and groaning coming from the stationwagon and was shocked to see it rocking, its shock absorbers creaking like the springs of a mattress. She could make out a whale-like back, naked and hairy, moving up and down in the back seat. She thought it impossible that that enormous man, who resembled an ugly and monstrous pro wrestler, could even fit in the back seat of the wagon, let alone that he could be lying on top of her slim little daughter. It was unimaginable that that brute was fucking Crystal. It just couldn't be!

Sammy spun her around and made her lie face-down on the cycle, but along the length of the seat this time rather than drooped over it from the side. He forced her down until her nipples kissed the sun-sizzling metal of the gas tank, then slapped her on the back when she screamed and tried to rear up.

"Fry them tits, Momma." He shoved her down hard, pressing his elbows into her back.

She was straddling the wide leather seat now, her tits squashed to the hot gas tank, her chin resting on the handlebars. The boy threw a rope over her back and began tying her to the cycle. When he got her torso secured, he shoved her wadded-up jeans and blouse under her pelvis so he could lift up her ass, then pulled her legs up slightly and lashed them to the rear wheel of the cycle. She was positioned now so her cunt and ass were easily attainable from behind.

"Whew! Ain't she a ripe-looking bitch!" The long-haired man with the red bandana had come over and was standing in front of her, his hands on his hips.

"I get her first, Coyote," the boy said, throwing off his vest and prying off his boots.

"Don't fret, Sammy, baby," Coyote said, unzipping his jeans. "There's plenty of bitch meat here for all of us." He pulled out his big, floppy, uncut cock.

The boy stumbled out of his jeans, his hard prick flexing up and slapping against his tight abdomen. As be straightened up, his cock throbbed heavily, dripping fucklube. June gazed at his big fucker, wondering whether Randy had a similar cock. She quickly put the thought out of her mind, wondering what had come over her to have such a thought. She must be losing her mind. Perhaps she'd already lost it.