John Friday - Family in chains

"Yeah… oooohhh, Wes…" Silas said in a wry imitation of the blonde's dreamy voice. "Could you turn your fucking head around now and see what we've got going on here?"

"What?" Wes turned. "Ooooh, shit – where did he come from?"

"Don't get up!" Will snapped. "I'd just as soon shoot you as him."

"But you can't shoot both," Silas reminded him. "If we both get ready and move from opposite sides…" He was trying to get the idea into his brother's head.

"You do that, and one of you dies for sure. Are you going to volunteer?"

"Er, no…" Silas slacked off.

"Daddy?" Will didn't hear Shelly voice at first. "Daddy, what's going on down there? You've been gone so long."

Will turned his head without thinking. "Shelly, get back! Huunnngh!" he caught a fleeting glimpse of movement, whipped his head back and fired.

The shot rang like thunder inside the dome. Roxanne screamed. Silas bellowed a roar of pain. He crashed into Will, and they both went down in a wild tangle of arms and legs.

"Goddamn sonuvabitch tried to kill me!" Silas growled. The half-inch diameter lead ball had whizzed by his ear so close that its heat left a scorched path through his shaggy hair.

Roxanne screamed in mindless terror. The ball hit and buried itself deep in the heavy timber above her head. She heard it thud and felt the impact in her bound wrists. Now Will and Silas wrestled on the pound, and Silas seemed about to win. His thick, strong arms reached out toward Will's throat.

"Daddy!" Shelly screamed. Silas had grabbed her ankle before she thought to run away.

"Gotcha!" Silas grinned. He dragged Shelly into the room, into his arms. He held her, fondling her tits with vicious delight. "Hey, Wes… we're gonna need us some more chain."

Will lay sprawled on his back. His breath had been knocked, away by the jarring collision with Silas. Now the bastard had his arms around his daughter from behind, squeezing her tits and twirling his thumbs on her bulging nipples.

"I gotta think of something real special to get even with you," Silas said. "Trying to blow my head off like that?" He sounded like a teacher scolding a child for shooting a spitwad.

"I got an idea," Wes said as he came up, dragging two lengths of heavy chain. He clapped one around Will's ankles and snapped the locking band shut. Then he imprisoned Shelly the same way.

"What's that?" Silas asked. "We gonna both fuck his wife and make him watch?"

"Shit, no… at least not yet." Wes bent down and locked the loose ends of two new chains around the center post where Roxanne stood bound and blubbering with fear. When she first saw Silas stumble and crash forward into Will, she thought he'd been hit, that maybe Will would be able to set them all free. Now she knew he was a prisoner too, and that all of them were worse off than before.

"What we gonna do then?" Silas asked. He liked squeezing Shelly's lush tits, liked the way it made her hiss and grunt in helpless disgust.

"We're gonna be the ones watching," Wes said.

"Don't do it, Will! Let them fuck me – I don't care. That would be better than…"

"Shut up!" Wes told her. Then he shot a leering wink at Will as he dragged himself to his feet. "It ain't your daughter your wife is trying to save. She's just hot to get herself fucked. You can see how much she wants it – look at the way she squirms. She's probably never had two pricks in her at once… have you?"

"Ungh, no," Roxanne said. And though the idea did seem frightening in her conscious mind, some darker part of her female nature was wondering what it would be like.

"Well, you'll know soon enough. City life makes a man soft. I'll bet that husband of yours can't fuck more than two or three times without needing a break."

Roxanne shivered. She was thinking. How long has it been since Will felt like fucking more than once? She couldn't even remember the last time he wanted to do it twice.

Will was thinking much the same thing, but the way his cock felt right then, he thought he might be able to fuck all night and half the next day. The brothers and their bizarre methods of punishment and humiliation had freed his mind from troubling guilt. He walked toward Shelly, dragging his heavy chain, trying so smile faintly and not break into a full leering grin.

Silas released the girl and backed away. "She's all yours, Daddy… let's see how long you can make it last."

"Nnnoooo!" Roxanne cried in a mournful wail. Wes laughed. "Don't worry, you'll get yours soon enough." He took Babs by the hand and lifted her off the bed. "You can use that one," he told Will.

"We'll sit and watch on the other side." Will looked into his daughter's eyes, searching his mind for the right words to say.

"It's all right," she whispered softly. "Daddy, it's all right. I understand and it won't be the first time for me."

"It what? It won't?"

"No, Daddy – I've fucked my boyfriend Jimmy lots of times. We just couldn't wait any more. We had to find out what it was like."

"My God!" Shelly's frank admission shocked him to the core and added to the confusion in his mind. "You make it sound as casual as trying a new flavor of ice cream at the malt shop."

"No… I know it's not like that." Then Shelly grinned with an impish look flashing in her eyes. "I like it a lot better than any flavor of ice cream!"

"You little bitch," he said half under his breath. That was the last straw. For some reason, Will Marshal had just assumed that his daughter was as fresh and innocent as her girlish good looks implied. "If you'd told me that anywhere but here, I'd have whipped your ass!"

Shelly cocked her head and winked, brushing back a long strand of silky black hair. "Now maybe you'll want to fuck it instead. I saw how you were watching Babs with that guy. You couldn't take your eyes off of them."

"Get over here!" Will grabbed Shelly's arm and whirled her toward the bed. He walked half a step behind, pushing her toward the crude bed and its blanket of silvery-blue fur.

The strength of his grip and the force of his arm excited her. Although she always enjoyed fucking her boyfriend, the actual experience had not yet lived up to her dreams. Jimmy's cock always went off too fast – before she felt the raging kind of climax and deep satisfaction she'd read about. With her father, she knew it would be different – especially now. He would have to keep fucking and fucking as long as he could.

"Do you really think they'll both fuck mom?" she asked. "Both at once?"

"I'm sure they will." The words came without any particular emotion.

Will felt too shaken by his daughter's easy acceptance of incest to even think about what might happen to his wife. And now the lusty little bitch was actually tempting him, leading him on. Her brashness excited an urge to do more than fuck. He felt a desire to punish her at the same time. It wan dark, sick desire, his consciences kept trying to tell him, but he was in mood to listen to moralistic bullshit like that – not even from the inner voice of his own mind.

Shelly stood by the side of the bed smiling. She reached down and stroked her fingers across the silky fur spread. Then she began to unbutton her blouse.

"Jimmy says I've got a great pair of tits," she said boldly. "I know they aren't quite as big as moms yet… but look how the fuck and hard my nipples get." Silas had started it by twirling them with his thumbs. Now she did the same thing, but more lightly and more slowly, teasing them around in lazy spirals with the first finger of each hand.

"Uuunnngh!" Will groaned, his gaze locked on her bright ruby nipples.

She lithely slid her hands down to the front of her hiking shorts, caressing the sleek curves and the flawless white skin of her waist.