Paul Gable - Raped daughter, roped mother

Dina's eyes widened even more, her nostrils flaring. A whimper bubbled up from her throat. Her finger worked, clawing at the sheets, tearing them with her nails.

"Nooooo!" she begged. "Don't."

There was a moment's hesitation. And then he touched her cunt, burning the muscles just below her clit.

Dina felt ice cold for a moment followed by an overwhelming sensation of burning heat that wrenched a scream from her throat. She twisted away from Jack. He reached out, spun her back around, and dropped the burning tip of his cigarette back to her cunt.

"Yaggghhhhhh!"

It was the worst pain she'd ever felt. Her legs fought to close around the terrible, burning needle. But he was still keeping her open, smirking at her futile attempts to beat him away.

"No, no, no!"

She was sobbing hysterically, beating at him with her fists, her asscheeks bucking on the bed. Jack smiled broadly, throwing his cigarette away on the floor. He played his fingers over her injured flesh. Slowly, gradually, the girl calmed down, her reddened face streaked with tears.

"I… I… oh you animal!" she cried, shaking her head violently.

Dina watched his expression. He was excited by what was happening here. Was he going to fuck her, she wondered?

The girl tried to fight her rising passion. The thought of someone doing that to her now thrilled her beyond her wildest dreams.

"You want cock, baby?"

Though she tried, Dina couldn't reason away her desire. She had become one of those cock-happy bitches her mother had always warned her about.

He was on top of her in a moment, his fingers gripping her wrists and pulling them down and apart to each side of the mattress while his knees knocked hers apart.

Dina threw back her head and let out a wild cry of horrified joy. Tears sprang from her eyes. At last, his cock was sliding through her singed cunthair, his fat prickhead pushing against her cuntlips, threatening to slip into her fuckhole. There was no threat to her. There was only a promise of being fucked by Jack's fat, long prick rod.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

He had her by the hair, pulling at it, cursing in her ear, as he centered his meaty cockhead over her hole. In a moment she'd have his cock inside her, her belly swollen with his meat.

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at the door, a tensing of the body on top of her, and the sensation of Jack sliding off.

"So this is the little bitch, huh?" Jack's friend Hank had arrived. From a brief conversation they had in the living room Dina learned the two had been in a kind of loose partnership for the past year. Jack did a lot of the housebreaking while Hank fenced what goods he found. They were small-time hoods who enjoyed lording what power they could over people like Dina.

After nearly fucking her, Jack slipped off the bed with Dina, dragging her in tow behind him. He still held her by one wrist, naked, shivering, feeling dirty as the young man quickly told his buddy what he'd done to the girl so far.

"And ain't nobody comin' here for a while?" Hank asked, scratching his blonde beard and studying the trembling girl with interest.

"She's got an old lady. But she ain't gonna be back 'til after midnight. We got time," Jack said, turning around and checking the mantel clock once more.

"Digs pain, huh?"

Hank had closed and locked the front door behind him. For a brief moment Dina caught sight of the street, of the lights burning brightly in the house across the way. People were happy, watching television perhaps, while she was busy entertaining two rapists.

"No… he's lying… he's…"

"Shaddup!"

Jack twisted her wrist behind her. Dina let out a sharp squeal, her face reddening and pinching. She twirled her body around and bent at the waist. Her knees buckled.

"Not good to upset my buddy here," Hank said.

He was a little shorter than Jack, his head somewhat oblong and covered with an unruly mop of blonde hair. He had a slightly darker beard and moustache which were not too neatly trimmed. His long arms and legs suggested he might be a farmer or ranch hand.

Although the two men were different in appearance, however, their sexual tastes were the same. They enjoyed hurting women, pushing them to the limits, then fucking their brains out. To watch a woman crawl far prickmeat after having been beaten was one of Hank's most enjoyable sights.

"Come on. Let's go crazy with this fuckin' bitch. She's gonna take care of both of us real good."

Dina struggled as Jack held her tightly. He pressed his knee against her lower back and shoved her forward. She stumbled, recovered her balance, then stumbled again over the doorway into her bedroom.

"Good, man, real good pussy," Jack sighed as his buddy started pulling off his white, cotton t-shirt and loosened his Levi's. Dina stood by the bed, her disbelieving eyes moving from one man to the other. Jack was rubbing his cock and balls, closing his eyes, while his fingers slurped cockjuice over his prick rod.

"Yeah, looks good to me. You burned her cunt, huh, and she dug it?" Hank asked, his thin lips curled into a smile as he stepped from his jeans.

"Yeah, and she dug it. I me… I mean, she really dug it!"

"No, no, that's not true," Dina protested, her mind whirling.

"Sure, yeah."

Hank stepped out of his pants. He was big, nearly as big as Jack. He scratched his cock, a fat piece of prickmeat that began to rise steadily, quickly, from its dangling position between his muscular legs. Her eyes shot from one man to the other, her heart beating faster with each passing second.

"No! No! No!"

Hank moved behind her, grabbing her upper arms and tugging them back behind her until the elbows nearly touched one another. He drew closer. She could feel his meaty cockhead working between her asscrack, feel his hairy legs pressing against hers. He was breathing heavily on the back of her neck.

Jack came up to her, his cock still sticking straight out like a pole, his prickhead brushing over her cuntlips.

She felt her pussy spasm. In spite of her protests, the girl felt her body exploding into heat. The sensation of his cock pressing into her ass made her heart skip a bet. This was all new to the girl, yet she was reacting to it powerfully. Jack's cock had done that, had stripped away her old values.

"You can't… can't, not both of you… no, not both…"

She kept moaning as the two men drew closer to her. She felt Hank's fingers crawling all over her arms while he moved his hips from side to side, squeezing his hefty hunk of prickmeat into her sweaty asscrack.

In front Jack was bunching into her, the full length of his cock rubbing up and down against her cuntlips. A wildfire exploded between her legs, sapping the girl of what little resistance she could have mustered.

Hank was walking her toward the bed, his knees pressing into the backs of hers. Dina groaned, feeling her legs hitting the front of the mattress. She could feel the big, blonde man trying to slip his cock between her legs. Shifting slightly, Dina let his cockhead work between her smooth thighs and inch toward her cunt.

"Man, you were right," Hank groaned as his buddy stepped to one side and watched.

"She… uhhh… she pretends she don't want it. But man, man, she's nuts for cock."

Dina was too worked up to protest. They could tell her anything they wanted, call her any name they wanted. It was all too true.

She was gasping and crying out, feeling his prickhead working between her legs. When he started twisting and grinding behind her, the blonde teen wriggled back.

Suddenly she felt his cock working its way through and shoving up toward her juice slicked cuntlips. A new rush of heat made the furry cunt mound between her legs quiver once more, her nerve endings trembling with pleasure.