John Friday - Family in chains

"I'm gonna have to try something," he agreed. Watching Babs wring his brother's cock dry with her lips had his prick aching and throbbing with desire. "But I think I'm gonna fuck that pretty little ass you've been wanting up for me with your finger."

"You bastard – that's what I want next!"

"Tough. You've gotta get your rifle, remember?"

"Oh, fuck that! I want to fuck her tight little ass."

"You can do mine!" Melissa said after releasing his big nuts.

"I've fucked your ass more times than I can count. I want something fresh and new, damn it!"

Babs lifted her head off his sagging, thoroughly drained cock and felt that eerie tingle start again. She had a feeling the Sharp brothers might fight over her again.

"Tell you what… you go get the rifle, and I'll wait right here until you get back," Wes said from his perch on the edge of the bed.

"Like shit! You'll have your cock in her little shitter before I get two steps outside the door!" Silas pushed the two females aside and lumbered to his feet like a giant bear coming out of hibernation. "I ought to get at least one of her fuckholes while it's still fresh!"

Wes grinned and cocked his head toward the narrow opening to their underground house. "Sounds to me like what's really fresh is out there along the lake…"

"What? Is this another of your damn fucking tricks?"

"Shut up and listen," Wes said. His grin looked genuine, and it suddenly grew wider.

In the silence that followed, they could both hear the distant, warbling cry. "Babs! Baa-aaabs!"

"Oh, God – that's Shelly," the blonde moaned. In the heat of sucking Silas' big cock, she'd completely forgotten about her friend and her parents. They were looking for her now, and she knew they must be worried sick.

"Babs! Ooooh, Baaa-aaabs!" That voice was also female, but stronger.

"Christ, there's two fresh pussies out there!" Silas said.

Melissa felt all but forgotten.

"I think maybe we should both go," Wes said.

"Get a chain outta that chest. We don't want this little blonde getting away while we're gone."

"Yeah!" Silas got another length of chain and locked one end round the huge timber standing upright in the middle of the room. The other end was fitted with a metal band that opened like jaws and clamped shut around Babs' right ankle.

"Maybe after we see what's out there, we won't think you're such hot shit after all," Silas said as he snapped the lock on her leg band tightly shut.

Melissa sulked in a disgruntled heap, wondering if they would ever show an interest in her again. Then her eyes brightened as she thought, maybe they'll let me go!

Wes and Silas dressed rapidly, slipping into their buckskin outfits, chattering about the possibilities outside. The two voices were coming nearer all the time.

"One sounds older," Wes concluded. "Maybe we'll get to try us a ripe, well-seasoned pussy."

"That might be kinda nice after nothin' but young stuff all this time."

Babs thought about screaming, trying to warn Shelly and her mother. But what good would it do? Wes and Silas would still catch them before they'd gone far. She sat hunched, shivering and chewing on her lower lip to fight back the urge.

It still tasted salty and creamy-smooth from the gushing flood of cum. The cum had a flavor much like tears, and with the thrill of sucking gone, Babs felt a terrible sad swelling in her chest. Her soft features creased with lines of fear and worry, and then she began to sob.

"It's all my fault," she wailed. "This whole trip was my idea!"

Outside, she could hear Shelly's voice coming closer still. "Babs! Baaa-aaabs! Where are you?"

Then her mother Roxanne called again, so close that she seemed to be standing right outside the door. "Babs! This better not be your idea of a joke, young lady!"

Roxanne walked up to the top of the grassy mound for a better look around. She'd left her pack with Will by the boulder where he was busy setting up camp. Shelly walked along the lakeshore, calling Babs' name repeatedly, eyeing the gravel beach for some sign of her friend.

Standing on the very top of the grassy knoll, the full-figured woman did a slow turn, scanning the lake, the granite crags, the meadow and the edge of the woods. She saw nothing. A gentle breeze stirred, and she swept back a strand of her silver streaked hair, trying to think where the girl might have gone.

Babs had a good lead going up the trail to the lake, but not enough to have walked beyond the valley and out of sight. Besides, Roxanne could see no sign of a trail except the one they came in on. She had to be somewhere nearby. But where?

Sighing, Roxanne walked off the back of the knoll, down toward a dense thicket of brush that she skirted around. She funneled her hands around her mouth and sucked in breath to call the girl's name again. "Baaa…" A rough, hairy hand clapped itself over her mouth from behind – a move so swift and startling that Roxanne's heart nearly stopped. An arm wrapped itself across her chest, the hand reaching, the fingers squeezing the soft mound of her ripe tit.

Fear and shock almost paralyzed her. She felt herself being dragged backward before she could even think or summon the strength to resist. She felt sharp thorns scrape her smoothly tapered legs. There was a narrow, almost invisible path through the tangle of brush. She was dragged deeper into it and out of sight before she began to struggle.

"Muunnngh!" she groaned. The big arm across her chest held one arm pinned, but she could use the other. She made a fist with the point of her thumb sticking out and jabbed back over her shoulder, hoping to hit her unseen attacker in the eye.

Silas only laughed and turned his head the other way, safely out of her reach. "Nice try," he grunted roughly.

Roxanne gasped in horror, unable to reply. The world seemed to narrow around her, closing in. She saw a thin slit of blue sky fringed with brush, then she sank into a dark and rank-smelling gloom.

The hand clamped over her face kept her from breathing. Roxanne felt light-headed and dizzy with fear of the unknown. It wasn't a cave she'd been dragged into. She caught a spinning glimpse of planks and timbers overhead. What the hell?

"Mrs. Marshal!" she heard Babs gasp. Then Silas whirled end threw her facedown on the crude bed. Roxanne gulped anxiously, sucking in air to cool her burning lungs.

"Babs?" she managed to ask. Then she rasped in a huge breath, preparing to scream.

"Don't!" Babs cautioned her. "They'll hit you, or gag you…"

"Or worse," Melissa said darkly.

"The girls are right," Silas said. "They learn real fast."

Roxanne rolled over on the bed to get a look at him. "Ooh, Jeeeez!" He looked like a mountain dressed as a man.

Wes came down the narrow ramp and Silas called to him. "You get the other one?"

"No, she's on the beach in the open and heading back to their camp."

"So there's a man with them, and he's got your rifle, you dumb fuck!"

"Shit!" Silas said. Then he shrugged his massive shoulders and grinned unconcerned. "What the hell, he can only shoot it once. He don't have the stuff to reload – probably wouldn't know how to do it if he did."

"Yeah, well shooting once is too damn much if he's shooting at me. That damn gun will easy kill a bear."

"Lay low for awhile. We got plenty to keep us busy." Wes swept his gaze over the lush curves of the woman lying on the bed.

Roxanne's mind became a maze of twisted thoughts. At least now she knew where Babs had gone, and by the chain locked coldly around her ankle, she knew the girl had not gone willingly. She also knew now they wanted her daughter Shelly, and that worded her most of all.

"Wh-wh-why are you doing this?" Roxanne asked in a quaking voice.