Marvin Cox - Slave stepmother

What is that little tramp talking about? Wanda asked herself. Lord knows.

"They said I could have you when they're finished fucking you," Brenda said to Wanda, a sadistic smile on her lovely face.

"You… whore!"

"No, I'm not a whore," the girl said sweetly. "A whore fucks for money. I fuck for free." She then reached out and touched Wanda's nipples.

"Don't touch me!" Wanda rasped, flinching.

"Let me have her now," Brenda said, her voice an angry growl. "I'll show the bitch what it's like to get… touched by me."

"Come on, Jimmy," Mike said to his younger brother. "Get her out of here and let me finish."

"Hey, baby – want to fuck some more?" Jimmy asked, taking Brenda by the hand.

The girl's face softened suddenly. She kissed Jimmy warmly on the mouth, then dropped to her knees in front of him as he stood beside the bed. She lapped her pink tongue over his cock and balls, then buried her face fully in his crotch.

Although Wanda was repulsed as never before, she couldn't tear her gaze away from what the girl was doing to her stepson. She could say this for Brenda: she sure could suck cock! Jimmy's prick completely disappeared inside her mouth.

"I said take it into the living room," Mike said.

"Mmmm-hmmmm," Brenda gurgled, nudging her head forward.

While the girl licked and chewed on Jimmy's cock, he walked out of the bedroom backward, pulling her with him. A few seconds later, they were in the hall, then out of sight.

"It's that girl, isn't it?" Wanda said to Mike when they were alone. "She's made both of you crazy."

"She didn't take a whip to us," Mike said evenly.

"Look, I said I was sorry about that," Wanda said quickly. "Let's just stop this madness. We can forget it ever happened."

"Oh no, Mommy," Mike mocked. "First, you've got to be punished. And punished bad."

"What are you going to do?" Wanda gasped, her eyes widening with new terror.

"Why, baby – I thought you knew," Mike chuckled. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass like I promised. And while I'm doing it…"

When he didn't finish his remark, Wanda began moaning in protest.

"I'm gonna spank you, bitch," Mike said finally.

Mike untied his stepmother, then turned her onto her stomach. While he straddled the middle of her back and kept her from struggling, he attached the ropes again, knotting the hemp to the corners of the bed. When he was sure she couldn't escape, he crawled backward and knelt between her legs.

"I never really knew just how pretty you were," he said, letting his gaze move over the soft angles of her body. "Dad sure knows how to pick them."

"Please let me go," Wanda said, her face buried in the pillow. "Can't we just stop before it goes too far?"

"Too far?" Mike laughed. "Hell, we've just started."

Wanda shivered with cold terror. Until now, their abuse had been mostly physical. Something told her they were about to work on her mentally – try to break her emotionally.

The idea of spanking her! It was outrageous!

"Such a sweet, little ass," Mike said, sliding his palms over the rounded mounds of her asscheeks. "Too bad I gotta beat it real bad."

Wanda began sobbing, still unable to comprehend what was happening. No matter what she'd done, she certainly didn't deserve this humiliation. And a new, even more terrifying thought occurred to her. She wouldn't be able to tell Stan what had happened.

After all, what could I say? she reasoned. That his two sans tied me up and raped me, then chain-fucked me. And, oh yes, I almost forgot – I got spanked.

If it weren't so dreadful, it might even be funny.

The awful part, however, would be the look in Stan's eyes. He would always wonder if she'd led them on, if she had somehow enjoyed the ordeal. And what would her answer be to that?

Well, I did have a couple of climaxes, Stan darling, but I didn't mean to. I just couldn't help myself, you see…

"Oh, God, I wish I were dead," she whispered softly, feeling tears sting her eyes.

"Oh, now, Mommy," Mike mocked. "You ain't supposed to start crying until I spank you."

"You… bastard," Wanda hissed, her mind flooding with anger.

"Aw, shut the fuck up," Mike said, slapping her hard across the ass.

"Ouch!" Wanda screamed out, throwing her head back.

Mike hit her again, causing her to flinch with pain. And as he watched the print of his hand come into view on her delicate flesh, his eyes widened with sadistic lust. He lifted his hand and struck her ass again, the sound echoing off the walls of the bedroom.

"Hurts! Stop!" Wanda panted, her body on fire with pain and humiliation.

"You hurt me with that whip, you know," Mike said, his gaze burning into her ass. "You hurt me like this?" He slapped her ass again, even harder.

Wanda went limp and moaned loudly into the pillow. Christ, haven't I suffered enough? she wondered. Is there no end to this terrible degradation?

"And now for some hot ass-fucking," Mike said, spreading her ass cheeks.

When he saw the puckered, pink opening of her shitter, he licked his lips.

"Don't think that chain did much good. Your ass is all closed up again. Want me to stick it back in?"

"No!" Wanda screamed, freezing with cold terror.

"OK, you've got a choice, baby. My big cock or the chain. Take your pick."

The fire or the frying pan, Wanda thought humorlessly.

"Your… cock," she said finally. "Beg me for it," Mike said, his voice a deep growl. "Tell me how much you want me to stick my prick up your ass, whore."

"No, you bastard!" Wanda spat. "Then it's the chain, I guess," Mike chuckled, reaching to the side of the bed.

"No… please," Wanda said, almost choking on her words. "Your cock, not the chain. OK, OK! Please fuck me with your cock, you sonofabitch. Is that what you want to hear? Please, motherfucker!"

"With feeling, bitch," Mike said. "Lots and lots of feeling. Tell me how much you're gonna love getting ass-fucked."

"I'm going to love it," Wanda said, her voice a monotone. "I'm going to love having your big cock up my ass. Please fuck me with your cock. Fuck your prick in my ass."

"I said with feeling, Goddammit!" Mike roared, slapping her ass again.

"Ohhhhhhh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me with your cock in my ass! Give it to me!" Wanda screamed out, feeling pain stab into her ass like needles.

"Much better," Mike said, crushing down against her body.

He squirmed his ass around, letting his cockhead slide over her shitter opening. After a few seconds, he lifted his body, then plunged back down, driving the entire slab of his cock into her asshole.

"Mmmmmmm, so fucking much better," he grunted, kissing the soft strands of red hair at the back of her neck.

Wanda couldn't believe that anything could be so painful when she felt his cock pound into her asshole. Although the chain hadn't caused any real damage, it had certainly bruised her cunt walls, making his prickshaft feel as if it were wrapped in sandpaper. Because of the agony, her body was tensed, causing even more friction.

Just relax, she told herself. If you don't, you might never survive. And you do want to survive, if only to get, back at him.

"God, baby, you don't know how fucking good this feels," Mike said, reaching under her body and clawing at her tits with his nails.

"Sweet shitter to fuck…"

As his voice trailed off to a hungry grunt, he began kneading her tits and kissing the back of her neck with his warm mouth. At the same time, he began fucking his cock slowly in and out of her asshole.

Wanda wondered how long this torture would take. Five minutes? Ten? But did it matter? Every second seemed an eternity of pure hell.

"Just relax a little, and you might enjoy it," Mike said, feeling her ass muscles clutch at his cock. "Don't you like young, hot prick fucking you, Ma?"