Val Marrick - Roped and raped family

"No! No! Auuugggh!" the lovely blonde teenager cried as the stranger thrust his cock up her ass.

A heavy rope cut at Betsy Mason's wrists as she struggled desperately to get free. The fragrant carpet of pine needles beneath her dug into her ass like a bed of nails. She kicked with long bare legs, but the bearded man between her thighs just grinned.

The head of his big prick was socketed into the blonde girl's butthole. She felt his heartbeat throbbing in his cock. The unnatural stretching of her shithole made her ass pulse with pain.

"Owwwwwww! Get it out!" She tossed her head wildly from side to side. Her boobs, surprisingly full and ripe for such a young girl's rose and fell heavily inside her checkered flannel shirt. She pulled with her arms. The knot held, and all she accomplished was to scrape some skin off the backs of her hands on the rough bark of the Ponderosa pine to which she was tied.

The bearded man threw back his head and sighed. The girl's ass was gyrating madly around his prick. The sensations that flowed from his trapped cockhead were incredible.

His partner leaned against a nearby tree. The front of his jeans was tented by the bulge of his cock. "Don't hog her, Jake," he said. "Fun's fun. I want a turn, too."

Jake looked up at him. Sweat stood out on his forehead, in spite of the coolness of the spring day. "Don't bitch, Bob. You've got one of your own." He jerked his head at another tree.

A beautiful brown-haired girl stood bound to it by the arms. Her shirt, plaid flannel like the blonde's, had been torn open. Her big tits hung free, bobbling slightly as the girl breathed hard. Her right tit showed the pink imprint of a palm, a blazing contrast to the succulent pale flesh of her jug.

She glared from one man to the other. "Leave Betsy alone, damn you," she said in a low, dangerous voice. "You can do anything you want to me, but if you hurt my baby sister, I'll…"

The black-bearded Jake laughed as her words trailed off. "You'll do what, bitch?" He shook his head. "Naw, I've never butt fucked stuff this young before. Besides, she ripped my cheek up pretty good. How's your tit feeling, sweetheart? Paid you back pretty well for that one, huh."

The older girl bit her lip.

Jake reached down and took hold of the stalk of his rigid prick. He stirred the cockhead around slowly in young Betsy's asshole, savoring the way her body tensed at the pain, at the electric thrill of agony that ran through her delectable half-naked body. He put his palms on her outspread thighs. Her skin was soft and warm. Her pussy gaped up at him, virginal, pink, blonde-furred. Just looking at the girl, tied up and helpless like that, made him so horny he felt faint.

Slowly he began to drive his cock up his captive's shithole.

Betsy's back arched. A wailing cry escaped her lips as the bone-dry prick began rasping its way up her delicate asshole. She heard her own howl of agony echoed by her sister, and then a roaring in her ears drowned out all sound.

How had it all happened? The day had begun so harmlessly, so normally. The spring calving was past, which meant that the Mason family could relay for a few days from the constant labor necessary when the cows were giving birth. It was especially hard for a family without a father. But everybody pitched in with the ease and experience of years and ranch life – Betsy and her brother and sister, Colleen – Coe for short – and Jack, who were twins, helping their mother with the arduous chores of springtime. They had all earned a little rest.

The Mason ranch was high in the mountains, nestled in a valley flanked by ridges and low peaks. The Mason kids loved to roam the pine forests, watching the squirrels playing in the trees. The girls, especially, spent hours hiking or riding horses along calm shaded trails in the surrounding hills.

Though she had a normal teenaged girl's adoration for horses, Betsy had been out hiking rather than riding that morning when she'd heard a scream. It rose wordlessly from a clearing Betsy knew was just ahead, concealed by a stand of scrub oaks. A moment later her sister's horse, Brandy, came boiling out of the scrub, saddle empty and reins dragging.

God, he's thrown her! Betsy thought. She ran forward blindly.

She blundered through the oaks and into a clearing the scraggly trees had screened from her. She saw a sight that froze her in her tracks, her blood turning to ice in her veins. Two roughly dressed men were just hauling her sister up of the ground, tearing open the front of her shirt. Even as Betsy watched, her sister's luscious boobs popped free.

A little wiry man with a black beard laughed and squeezed one mighty handful of tit. Colleen shouted angrily and raked him across the face with her nails, which she managed to keep medium-long despite the manual chores she had to perform. He yelled as blood spilled into his beard, then slapped Colleen across her tits with an impact Betsy could almost feel, herself. Laughing, his taller red-haired partner dragged Colleen to her feet. A coil of rope dangled from his hand.

Betsy couldn't help herself. "Stop that!" she shouted. "Leave my sister alone!" The words were out before she realized just how foolish her outburst had been.

Jake stood to one side, rubbing her injured cheek. At Betsy's scream he whirled and saw her. "I'll be damned, it's another one! The woods are full of pussy," he yelled.

She turned and bounded off like a deer – or tried to. Jake launched himself in a low flat dive and tackled her. They went down on the carpet of dead pine needles in a tangle of long nubile limbs.

Betsy had struggled with all her outdoor-girl's strength, but Jake, though not much larger than she had muscles like steel wire. In no time at all he had her wrists drawn up above her head and bound securely to the trunk of a tree. Then he fumbled open the front of her blue jeans and jerked off pants and panties alike.

Betsy squealed with rage and fear as her pussy was exposed to the men's lusting gaze. Her cunt fur was a neat downy delta of yellow hair, pointing the way to the untried pinkness of her virgin cunt. Jake stood a moment with her jeans in his hands, staring down at her. Sick with fear and mortification, Betsy pressed bet knees together.

Jake threw her jeans, away. He dropped to his knees, tearing open the front of his own pants. His cock snapped out like a spring – long and skinny. Betsy gasped at the sight of the pale nine-inch prick. As a farm girl, she wasn't exactly innocent, but she'd never let a boy so much as touch her. This rough wild-eyed man was about to do considerably more than that…

Then Jake grunted, "Get a good look at it, honey, 'cause it's going right up your ass!" and took the lengthy cock in one hand.

Betsy gasped in disbelief, he couldn't mean that! She could almost be calm knowing that she was about to be raped, horrible as that was. But the idea of having that terrible long spike of cock forced into her asshole – it made her very flesh crawl.

In her horror she let down her guard. Before she could clench the muscles in her pert round ass he stabbed the head of his cock right into her shiny asshole. She shrilled at the sudden agony of the cockhead invading her shitter as her sister shouted in outrage.

Now she lay helpless while Jake grasped her slender thighs and drove his cock inexorably up her asshole. The pain was excruciating. Not only was her ass-channel being stretched unmercifully by the advancing cock, the fleshy tube of her shit-chute was being scraped raw by the entry of the ungreased pole of prick!

"God! Unnnhhh!" She writhed and twisted her head. Pine needles jabbed at the back of her skull. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, but nothing shut out the pain.