John Friday: Family in chains

"House is that way," Silas said, pointing with his free hand.

She looked more puzzled than frightened now. House? What house? All she saw was a grassy knoll.

Wes Sharp lay inside on the bed. He was on his back with his stiff cock standing tall. Melissa crouched over him, fucking herself up and down on his long prick, grunting and straining to reach her fourth or fifth climax with him.

After almost wearing himself out by fucking with her underneath, Wes liked to lay back and let her do the work. "Ungh! Haaagh! Gruunnngh!" she cried, lifting and dropping her wet cunt on his cock as hard and fast as she could.

Her chain clanked with every blurring stroke. Her eyes were clenched shut, her lips drawn tight, her anxious breath hissing like steam.

"I-I can't quite make it," she said. "Help me! Help me, Wes – make me cum again!"

Wes grinned lazily, intrigued by the way beads of sweat were flying off her brow every time she rammed down on him. "You're doin' just fine," he told her.

"Bastard!" She gave a fierce grunt, lifted, and rammed down again. Thongs beneath the mattress squealed sharply, and she made almost the same sound.

"That's it. I knew you could do it." He liked doing nothing except watching the poor bitch fuck herself crazy on his cock.

"Cum!" she begged. "Oooooh, cum now! If you shoot your hot jism in, that'll do it… that'll make me cum!"

"Not sure there's any left after all the fuckin' we done. You better pump that little pussy of yours really hard," he drawled.

Wes could already feel another massive load of jism forming in his balls. It was starting to swell, steaming to get out, but he wasn't going to tell Melissa that. He liked it better watching her sweat. "You fucker. You fucker! I know your cum's in there. I'll make it cum. I'll make it cum, if I have to grind your cock off!"

Her face pulled tight in a knot of intense concentration. She focused every nerve and twitching muscle to make the rhythmic pulsing cunt motions that worked best with Wes.

"Aaaahhh," he groaned, despite a strong urge to torment her. Those rippling spasms were too much to ignore. Slithering bands of wet cunt muscle ran up and down his prick.

A warm mix of spent jism and slick fuck honey dripped from her cunt. It splashed on his hairy groin and ran down to warm his throbbing balls even more. "Hhhhmmmmm!"

"I've almost got it!" Melissa cried. "Almost! All-most!" Her wild bouncing had created enough pressure to shoot the first blast of cum deep into her pussy. "Aaaahhhhh!"

"Hunnnngh!" Wes roared in reply. He couldn't keep still, not when his cock began jetting cum. He arched his powerful body, jerking and stabbing in hard with each spurt.

That extra motion and the feel of slick cum spraying all over the inside of her cunt made Melissa wail with joy. Her mind soared, free from the domed prison at last. All that mattered was the big spurting prick and the hot cum shooting into her cunt like a soothing drug.

She kept twisting and screwing her cunt mouth down on his cock long after she'd wrung it dry. Finally she had to give up. She couldn't tease out another drop of jizz. Her feeling of freedom and elation began to fade. Slumping over him, she sobbed and gulped for breath.

"I think maybe now it's time to fuck your ass." Wes said. "Your cunt's had about all it can stand for awhile… getting all wet and sloppy, you know. But I'll bet your little shithole is still hot and tight."

"Huuuunnngh?" Melissa didn't like that, but neither did she like having her mind clear enough to focus on her dismal surroundings.

She rose obediently and stood beside the bed, waiting for Wes to get up so she could take her place face down on the fur blanket with her ass raised on a pillow to please him.

She thought for a moment with anguished clarity. Oh, God… I wish all this was happening to somebody else!

As if in answer to her silent prayer, Babs came stumbling down the earth ramp into the dimly lit room. Silas came right behind her, keeping a tight grip on the rope around her neck. Babs blinked, her eyes not yet adjusted to the gloom.

"Look what I caught swimmin' in the lake!"

"Well, Goddamn… looks better than any mess of trout I ever saw." Wes studied the shivering little blonde and curled his lips with delight. Then his look fell flat. "She here alone?" he asked.

"Anhhhh… I think so. I didn't see nobody else, and I tossed all her shit in the lake just in case. There ain't a trace we was even there."

"What about your gun?"

"Huh?"

"Your rifle, you dumb bastard. Where's your rifle?"

"Ooooh, shit! I left it leanin' against the rock where I grabbed her."

"Well, go get it, you dumb fuckhead!"

Silas scowled and turned to go back up the ramp. Then he whirled around and said. "Ooooooh, no! I go back there, you'll get to fuck her first!"

"I just fucked Melissa five or six times."

"That don't mean shit! Look, your Goddamn cock is getting hard again already!"

It was. Babs could see into the shadows now. His cock lunged upward at a sharp angle, throbbing with anxious desire. She let slip a long sigh of despair and closed her eyes. She knew what was going to happen in this stinking pit, now it was only a question of which one would fuck her first.

Silas pulled the strap loose, and Babs spit out the cloth, but she no longer had breath left to scream.

"If you want my damn rifle off the beach, you can go get it!" Silas barked. He yanked on the rope around Babs' neck and jerked her toward him. His arms snaked around her from the rear, and he clapped his hands possessively over her cunt mound.

Wes leered at the little tufts of golden pussy hair he could see sparkling between his brother's fingers. He wet his lips and said coldly. "I didn't leave it there, turd-brain. You did. Don't worry, I'll keep her nice and warm for you while you go get it!"

Silas whipped her around so that his bulk stood between the cowering girl and his brother. "If you want to fuck her first, you'll have to fight me."

"Maybe that's what we should do – settle it fair and square, man to man."

"I'll tie her arms around the timber in the middle of the room," Silas said as he started that way. "That outta hold her until I whip your ass."

Wes shot him a mocking grin. "Before you can whip my ass, that pretty little blonde will be too damn old to fuck."

Silas sneered in contempt, jerked the girl's arms backward, and pulled one around each side of the supporting timber. He looped the loose end of the neck rope around them and started to cinch knots. From the corner of his eye, Silas saw Wes edging toward him.

"No fair hitting while I'm not looking! Wait until I get her roped real good."

"Sure," Wes said calmly. And then when Silas looked back at the knots, Wes swung toward his head with a heavy cast iron skillet he'd been holding behind his back.

It made a dull thudding sound. Babs winced, Melissa just shook her head. She'd seen the brothers fight before… over her. That blow with the iron pan would have dropped a full-grown ox, but Silas only stumbled forward and bellowed.

"You sonuvabitch! You're gonna get it now!"

He charged back like a raging bull, head down, arms outstretched. They crashed together and both of them stumbled against the far wall.

"Quick!" Babs said to Melissa. "Cut me loose. I can get away!" Terror had not yet completely fogged her brain.

Melissa approached her, dodging around Wes and Silas as they hurtled across the room again, crashing into the earthen wall on the other side. She smiled in sympathy.

"No. You're naked, you're barefoot… where could you go. They'd catch you in two minutes. If they didn't, you'd freeze to death tonight."

"I've got friends coming…" Babs spoke desperately, but in a soft voice she thought they couldn't hear.