John Friday: Family in chains

"At least." And between them, the number would be more than twice that. Silas might be none too bright, but he was gifted with a giant cock that never seemed to tire.

"You scrub it out good after Silas got through with you?" Wes asked.

"Yes. He took me down to the lake for a swim this morning." Melissa shuddered, recalling how cold the water felt at dawn. They took her out two or three times a day, always with one of them holding fast to the other end.

She had tried to escape twice during these outings. That proved to be as fruitless as tugging against the huge center pole supporting the roof. The second time, Silas hauled back on the chain and jerked her to her knees. Then he dragged her back to the house by one leg, bouncing and scratching across the rough gravel beach and into the meadow. The cuts and scrapes took a week to heal, and the fucking never let up. She knew better than to try anything like that now. But her mind wrenched as it always did before one of them drove into her with his big cock. There had to be some method by which she could escape.

"Don't even think about it," Wes said in an icy tone. Melissa shivered. She thought sometimes that his steely-eyed glare could pierce her skull, and he could read her thoughts like pages in an open book.

"You try busting away again, and I'll put you out to fuck with one of the jackasses we got working in the mine. You ever see the cock a full-grown jack has got?"

"No-n-no." They wouldn't let her anywhere near the mine, or even tell her where it was. Silas had said once that it was even better hidden than the house.

"A jackass cock makes Silas' prick look like a little fucking dwarf!"

"Uuuunnngh!" She knew that being put to fuck with a beast like that was not beyond these two. They'd probably laugh, standing and watching her cunt get fucked to a bloody ruin.

"You just keep thinking how good you got it now," Wes said. "Because I'm gong to treat you to some nice and tender cunt sucking."

"Aaaaaghhh!" Melissa tried to clamp her legs together, but Wes crouched between them with his knees widespread, bowing down toward her exposed pussy, chanting like an obscene monk worshipping at a shrine.

"Huuummm! Hhhhaaaa! I love the taste of lake-scrubbed cunt. Tangy as brook trout hot out of the pan!"

She cringed, writhing when she felt the scrape of his rough beard on the soft, creamy slope of her thighs. He seemed to enjoy the torment it brought chafing up and down each time he bobbed his head, lapping and digging into her cunt slit with his tongue.

"Better by far than digging a mine," Wes said. He rolled his tongue over his hair-sheathed lips, licking down stray drops of her tangy-sweet fuck honey. "Even better than a mine like ours with a vein of pure silver practically falling off the wall. That cunt of yours is solid gold! The sweetest, spiciest, best tastingest fuck hole my ole tongue has ever been in. By a damn sight! The hot fuckingest best pussy there ever was!"

"Hhhhaaagh!" Melissa cried. She wasn't sure what she felt now… abused and fearful, certainly. But also pleased. The way Wes raved about her pussy made her proud.

He bent down and burrowed into her again, stabbing and twisting with a tongue that felt as long and rough as stile. Each wet thrust made her pussy walls heave, spreading open and then squeezing back with pulsing waves.

"And I love the way that little fuck tunnel moves!" Wes went on. "The way it grabs and fucks a little thing like my tongue… just think what your pussy'll do when it feels cock!"

She knew. It would go crazy! Her cunt would writhe and twist itself in contortions of joy, even when her mind was reeling and shivering with disgust.

"I like those firm, high-peaked tits you got too!" Wes dragged his tongue and his bearded chin over the hump of her belly across the flat plain above, then to the slope of her jutting tits.

In more pleasant times, Melissa regarded her tits as her best feature. Though she had a slender, lean and athletic build, her full tits thrust proud and sharp, refusing to be hidden by the bulky, loose fitting sweaters that she often wore.

Now her tits lay bare beneath the grizzled miner's hands, the peaks taut and steep even when she sprawled flat on her back.

"And them thick ripe nipples! Look how those little suckers bulge and throb when I roll around them with my thumbs. Knobs like that could be tanned and dried and made into boot heels."

"Huuunnngh!" Melissa cried. There was always some hint or threat of horrible abuse, even when they praised and slavered over her. But at the same time, his tightening, spiral tit-strokes were making her squirm with delight.

"Heh, heh! You love to have your titties thumbed around. That makes your ass thrash better than if I was to drop it naked on the wood stove!"

"Gluuuunngh!" she humped with a wave of sudden fear.

Melissa felt only the tingling softness of fur beneath her but she could imagine the searing heat of the old cook stove where they forced her to labor three times a day thing meals large enough to feed at lest six of the more gentle, city-dwelling men she knew.

Venison, biscuits and beans were their mainstay, huge slabs of meat they liked cooked so that it still looked and tasted half-raw. She couldn't eat hers that way at first. She cooked it until fully brown and curled along the edge. Silas sneered when he saw it and said. "Cooked like that, you might as well eat harness straps." And he proved right, she couldn't chew it. So now she ate hers blood-rare too and felt like she was turning more into an animal with every bite.

"Only thing I like better than feeling your tits is sucking them raw!"

Wes spread his mouth and dropped on her, pulling like a vacuum pump until her thick protruding nipple smashed itself flat on the roof of his mouth. Then while the awful suction gorged it full of hot blood, he lapped and swirled around it with his times why her stubborn mind still tried to resist. The vicious bastards knew every touch-point to make her nerves twang. And they delighted in tormenting her until she begged and moaned for a huge, spearing cock that she knew she hated!

Wes scraped his beard across her chest to suck on her other tit. Even the stroke of his rough hair made her tingle now. She breathed a long, desperate sigh as he sucked his mouth full, chomping his lips and lashing her swollen nipple with his tongue.

"Shit!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me, damn you! Get your cock in! My pussy feels like it's on fire!"

He reared back fast with a smile big enough to expose his mouth in that jungle of beard. "Always the same girl! You piss and you moan, and then you beg to get your pussy stuffed full!"

"Yes, Goddamn it! YES! Aaaahhh, I can't help it. I hate your fucking big cock. I'd cut it off if I… but I need it now! Oooh, God – I need it so bad!"

"Then you get ready, furry britches… because here it comes!"

"Guulllungh!" She bucked to meet him and then recoiled from the stabbing thrust of his cock. Wes sank his prick to the hilt with one mighty jab.

He loved the way her pussy walls spread apart when he slammed his cock in like that. Her pliant tube swelled to admit his prick and then clenched back with shuddering spasms.

"Ooooh, Christ!" she wailed, rolling her brown eyes toward the heavens somewhere beyond the dingy, smoke-stained ceiling. "Your cock is so Goddamned big! Huunnngh! It hurts my cunt when you ram it all in at once like that!"

Wes felt his lips curl back. His beard and moustache were both still wet and rich with the scent of her cunt. "And you love it, don't you? Don't you?" he roared when she was slow to respond.

"Guungh. Yes!"

His grin appeared as a slit in the reddish-brown thatch. He breathed in deep, gathering strength while he savored the frenzied pulses of cunt motion triggered by his big cock. "You couldn't stand it if I just let it lie still could you?"