Val Marrick - Roped and raped family

But even that was not the worst.

One of the family's branding irons was thrust into the fire. When it was ready, Jake had promised with a loose-lipped grin of unbelievable evilness, it would be used on one, of the three Mason women. Meantime the handle of the gradually heating metal rod was jammed up Coe's cunt. The iron didn't conduct heat all that well, so it was still fairly cool – bearable, at least. But Coe knew that all too soon it would be glowing red-hot within her pussy.

A pocket of sap in the blazing pinon logs popped, sending a shower of hot fragments onto Coe's naked ass. "Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as the tiny embers seared her delicate flesh. The small stinging pains, themselves no more than ant bites, broke the dam of her reserve. Her courage deserted her at once.

"Help!" she screamed, feeling the flames all but licking at her ass. "Oh God, get me out of this!"

Betsy moaned in involuntary joy as Jake's tongue attacked her pussy with renewed vigor. Coe's pleadings were music to his ears. He slashed repeatedly at the upside-down girl's rounded ass, so that her cock-stifled groans mingled with the hysterical screams of her sister.

One of Jake's callused hands was wrapped around a slender adolescent thigh, holding the captive's pussy in place for his oral attentions. The other kept the whip flicking incessantly against the captive's rump. Till now he had been content to fuck the first few inches of his prick lazily in and out of Betsy's mouth. Now he started pressing forward with his hips.

Betsy's eyes widened. The upper side of Jake's cock slid over her tongue. The flared hood of the cockhead flicked her tongue, then made for the back of her mouth. She realized with sudden panic that he meant to fuck that nine-inch prick all the way down her throat.

She tried to let her head ride back with the forward motion of his hips. Very soon she found her head was as far back as it would go. Her neck bone began to creak and the cock started sliding up her throat. She choked, feeling the urge to gag.

Jake chose that moment to extend his rigid tongue and touch the tip to the girl's clit. Pressing his tongue tip firmly against her nerve-button, he started rotating his head above her gaping cunt. It was like having a cattle prod touched to her clit. Pleasure blasted through her pussy like lightning.

"Uh! Uh! Aahhhhh!" She was losing her grip on reality. Her pussy was absolutely exploding with delight, while at the same time she was beginning to gag uncontrollably on Jake's prick. The knotted thong of the whip continued to beat a painful tattoo on her bare ass.

By the fireside, Coe's cries took on a sharper, shriller tone when she felt the iron beginning to get warm inside her pussy.

Betsy writhed. The ropes bit into her ankles. Jake's cock slid inexorably between her lips. The head moved farther and farther up her throat, throbbing with his lust-maddened heartbeat. The bearded man's tongue kept rolling her clit in an excruciatingly delightful circle.

"Oh God… oh stop! Get it out of my pussy. It's getting hot!" Coe, looking up with her ample young tits spilling onto the chair's striped cushion, pleaded with her captors.

Already the heat of the fire on her exposed asscheeks stung as if her butt had been freshly whipped. But the iron was heating her pussy more rapidly than she'd even thought. Already waves of pain were beginning to radiate from the nubile cuntflesh wrapped around the black metal rod.

Bob's sharp hipbones thumped Jeanette's ass with metronomic regularity. He fucked his prick into her cunt harder every time, and her tits were swinging back and forth like pendulums of succulent flesh. Their tips were puffy and red as if they, too, were suffering under the lash.

Jeanette felt as if her nude body was covered with small, crawly insects. The pain in her tits and the unfettered ecstasy in her cunt warred in her body as they did in her blonde daughter's. The tension between agony and erotic delight was stretching her nerves to the breaking point!

Coe's cries were a constant litany: "It hurts! It's hot inside me now… it's burning up my pussy! Oh, Mommy, I'm sorry I can't be strong like you… but it hurtsssss!" Her voice sounded like a little girl's as she suffered.

Betsy's mind seemed to have come adrift of her body. It was as if she was an unattached observer, watching what happened to her upended young body without feeling it any more than she could feel the growing heat on Colleen's butt and in her pussy. Her stomach muscles were knotted with delight as Jake's tongue revolved on her clit. Perfumed pussy-oil welled from her cunt and ran down the cheeks of her ass. At the same time, she was gagging on the unyielding rod of prick that was invading her throat inch by inch.

Jake was elated. He was driving this luscious, young nymphet insane by filling, her body with intolerable, contradictory surges of torment and pleasure. At the same time, her mother was suffering a similar fate he'd devised himself, being fucked into a delirium on the hard bar of Bob's giant cock while her tits were scraped raw on the cheese-grater. And Coe was being roasted before the fire while her nubile naked body writhed around the heating branding iron. It was fantastic! He'd never dominated the lives of so many so extensively and sadistically at the same time.

Betsy's gag reflex closed her throat convulsively around his cock. The sudden tightening caught his lengthy prick just behind the head, at its most sensitive spot. He groaned aloud, his breath blowing hot across her brimming pussy, and blasted a charge of jism into her throat.

Betsy gagged again, sucking a still more powerful stream of come from the swallowed cock. The white come rolled back down her upended throat, coating the length of the cock, filling her mouth with its salty sweet acridity, getting to her nose and choking her. She gagged repeatedly, her gagging milking the come in torrents from Jake's cock.

Suddenly he tilted his head down and with his tongue pushed her straining cut into the wet pink folds of her cunt.

Her body shook like an earthquake as she came. She kept gagging, even as the pleasure-wave of climax was rolling from her pussy to her brain. The long cock spurted wad after wad of come into her throat, some of which she managed to drink down, some of which rolled back up her throat to choke her. Her mind went hazy as pain and pleasure both reached a fever pitch within her body.

"Noooo!" she heard Coe moan. "I can't take it any more! It's so hot!"

Suddenly there was a great crashing, as of mountains falling. Jake's cock flew out of her mouth with unbelievable speed. His tongue leapt from her pussy just as a thin jet of jism erupted and spattered across her lips. Come dripped from her mouth, ran up into her nose and mouth and long, dangling hair.

Her eyes flew open. The room was full of men, and the front door hung on its hinges. Then Betsy screamed in sheer surprise.

Standing not six feet away was her brother, Jack!

Bob's cock burst forth with, a load of jism just as he yanked it from Jeanette's cunt. Pussy-juice cascaded down her thighs, and she kept rolling her hips in mindless passion even though the incredible shaft of cock was no longer inside her cunt to titillate it, even though her every motion scraped her jugs cruelly on the grater. She was in the grip of an erotic delirium that completely overrode her rational being. Even the growing agony in her tits did no more than add to the mounting ecstasy in her cunt.

She heard Bob cry, "No, wait, I only…" and the shattering roar of a shotgun brought her dizzily back to reality.

She turned her head as Bob somersaulted onto the couch in a shower of blood. Holding his hands in front of his face, Jake dashed across the living room and dove through the big picture window in a rain of glittering glass fragments.