Paul Gable - Raped daughter, roped mother

"You don't wanna stop now, do you, baby? You don't want me to pull out, do you?"

"Nooooo!" she begged, reaching up and grabbing hold of his shoulders. "No, fuck fuck…"

"Take it, baby, take my cock."

He was grunting down at her, his tight skinned prickmeat sliding in on the film of his buddy's cum. His ass shoved down fast, sending his cock rod steaming in and out of her cunt as fast as he could.

"Slow down, man, don't blow it like I did," Hank advised as he lay down on the bed to watch them.

Dina could smell his pussy-soaked cock near her face. He had stretched out so his prick was even with her mouth. As she felt Jack shoving his cock into her body, she turned her head and opened her mouth wide.

"Hey, man, the bitch wants to suck cock. Sorry, baby, I can't get hard yet. You just concentrate on that cock in your cunt. We'll take care of the other later," Hank said, laughing at her desperate attempts to suck his prick.

Dina felt her cunt tightening up still more, squeezing down on his cock as it penetrated her body on the downstroke. She could feel his cockhead pounding her cunt harder and harder, her pussylips working shut on the swollen, hard prickmeat. She raised her legs up and wrapped them around Jack's waist.

The girl felt his cock shove deeper inside her. His hard prickshaft was going wild, banging against her cunt walls, his balls slapping loudly against her upturned ass.

Tremors of wild need and delight were shaking her body. Soon she was going to make it, going to cum with his fat cock fucking into her soppy fuckhole.

"Ohhhh… oh you… you don't know… ooohhh… God!"

She gripped Jack harder, her head rolling on the pillow, that smell from Hank's cock still in her nose as she started to climax.

"Give it to her, man, she's goin' for it. I can tell she's goin' for it!" Hank encouraged.

Jack grunted, his hips shoving down harder and faster. His cock punched into her pussy. As the spasms in her cunt became stronger, the girl moaned and thrashed in his arms. Her legs beat against his sides.

She wanted more friction, more throbbing prick rushing through her cunt, heating up her pussy, making her clit throb so hard she thought it was going to explode.

"Yaggghhhh!" she wailed.

Her climax was almost painful. The girl's face twisted in breathless pleasure. Her fingernails raked over Jack's shoulders.

"Gonna shoot, baby, gonna fill you up, you stupid mindless bitch!"

She didn't care what he called her. His insults were almost welcome as she felt her cunt walls smashing against his fat cock and holding tightly, milking his prickmeat.

"Yeah, you slut, yeahhhh!"

Dina became rigid as her sore cunt unleashed an explosive climax, her orgasm coming in so strong she nearly passed out. Her pussy gripped Jack's cock hungrily.

They bucked and thrashed, the bed squeaking and groaning under them as they fell into a fiery whirlpool of sensual release. Dina's cunt was devouring his cock, raging from the milking, sucking movements of her wet pussy muscles.

Finally she lay still, moaning softly.

"Un-fuckin' believable!" Jack panted, sending his prickmeat stroking into her slowly, gently while Hank licked his dry lips and ran his fingers over Dina's nipples.

"She sure don't act like no virgin. Man, she acts like she's been fuckin' for years," he commented, pinching her red tit tip until the teen squealed.

"Naw. She was cherry, man. I know, I took it. She's just one of them broads who digs lots of cock. Man, once they get it, they just can't stop."

He paused for a second, scratching his balls.

"Hey, she said she's got an old lady comin' in around midnight. What time is it?"

Hank checked his wristwatch. "Ten-thirty."

"Wonder if the old lady's as hot as she is?" Jack said.

A chill of horror shot through the girl. What would her mother think, seeing her daughter stripped like that, Dina thought, listening to the men talking about her, about how she liked getting fucked?

"Yeah, maybe the old lady's hotter'n this one," Jack said, trailing his fingers over her body.

Dina chilled, shrinking away from his touch. Reality began to trickle in. They were talking about lying in wait, for her mother, jumping her, fucking her the way she'd been fucked.

"No, don't… don't…"

"Ahhhh, ain't that cute," Hank said, laughing at the teen's distress. "She's worried about the old lady. Well, bitch, you take care of us real nice and maybe we'll be too fuckin' tired to jump 'er."

"I'm gettin' horny again. Hey, maybe the two of us can fuck the little slut. She'd dig that, I'll bet. Bet she'd go nuts havin' two cocks inside… one up the ass, and the other in her cunt," Jack said, glaring at her with eyes afire.

"Yeah, we ain't done somethin' like that for a long time… like a week, huh?"

Both men laughed, then began sliding up against the terrified girl.

But then Dina thought of what they said about being too tired to do anything with her mother. She had to be the one to suffer to keep her mother safe. She had to protect her mother by sacrificing herself.

"Yes, baby, this is going to be real nice, real nice," Hank said, sliding his fingers over her ass and spreading her asscheeks apart.

She felt his callused fingertip touching her asshole and flinched. He was going to fuck her in the ass Dina realized.

Wendy was fighting for what little dignity she had left. Brad had untied her wrists from the bedposts, tough her wrists were still tied tightly together.

For a while he amused himself by sliding up on her upper arms and feeding her his cock.

His knees nearly broke her bones when he slammed his cock against the back of her throat. His warm, thick cum washed over the sides of her mouth and made her gasp for breath between swallows.

Brad soon tired of this game. He pulled back and stared down at the helpless woman who panted heavily. Her eyes were wide, focused, glittering with fear and the same animal sensuality he felt coursing through his body.

"You wanna be fucked like a wild woman, huh? You like this, like it a lot?"

Wendy shook her head, although she knew she was lying. The woman enjoyed leather smacking against her flesh. She loved the electric sensations rioting around her clit, enjoyed having him lord over her even if it meant enduring the pain and humiliation Brad doled out.

"Come on… I got a workbench downstairs you might wanna see."

Brad lifted her gently from the bed, almost as if she were his child. He led Wendy barefooted, down the hall. They stopped for a moment by the bathroom. He grabbed two robes, sliding one over her shoulders while slipping one loosely over his body.

She tripped along him behind him down the hall, past the darkened living room, into the kitchen, then to a large door to the right of the stove. Brad stepped in front of her and opened it, reaching around and flicking on a light switch.

"Down," he ordered.

She found herself descending a wooden staircase to what appeared to be a fruit cellar. The concrete walls were painted a light green. It was chilly and damp as she reached the bottom, her soles aching from the cold.

"Over there," Brad muttered.

There were few items in the small basement room. A work bench was shoved to one side. It was outfitted with several cuffs… two up front, two at the back… attached to the sides.

"I bring more… 'advanced' dates down here," Brad said, smiling down at her as he removed the robe and pushed her toward the table.

Wendy stopped and looked quizzically at the big man behind her. He smiled, then reached down and grabbed her around the waist, hauling her up and over. With a grunt the woman was sitting on the splintery bench top.

Brad shoved her down. He sliced the silken belt from her wrists with a nearby pocket knife, and slipped one wrist into an upper iron cuff. Wendy twisted her head around, staring as he closed the second half of the cuff and bolted it shut. He did the same with the other cuff, forcing her arms into a broad Y over her head.