Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

Slowly, bent over, Ricky advanced, the knife weaving like a cobra before him.

"Get back!" he hissed. "Over by the bedroom door. You move wrong, and I'll cut your balls off!"

Carlos obeyed. Ricky followed a few paces away, not letting his opponent get the upright post between them. "Okay," Ricky said when Carlos stood by Estancia, "take her by the arm and tie her to the post. Sally, honey?".

"Yes, Ricky," Sally said, her voice weak with relief.

"Can you find another rope?" The girl nodded.

Nervously, Carlos took hold of Estancia's arm. He looked as if he expected her to bite him. But it was as if he wasn't there. As he led her to the post, she kept her gaze on her brother. Her eyes were wide with the panic of a trapped animal. She recognized her own madness in her brother's eyes, and knew she'd find no mercy there.

Ricky circled around, keeping his distance. As he sidestepped, his back passed the door through which he'd entered.

A hamhock-like fist shot,from behind him. It rabbit-punched him neatly in the back of his neck with sufficient force to bounce his chin off his chest. As he slumped Fred was on him, chopping the knife from his nerveless fingers.

Sally ground her fists into her cheeks, mouth open to scream. But the scream never came.

Wrists bound behind him, Ricky sat propped against one wall, naked. His jaw hung open and his breath came in a snore. Sally gazed at him from where she was slumped by the post, tied to it again. Was he all right? His breath seemed to be even and regular. But Fred had knocked him unconscious with one blow. Would there be damage to his brain?

A fire burned cheerfully in the fireplace. Outside the cabin evening darkened into night. At the dining table, Estancia Cruz was finishing dressing the cut on Carlos' stomach.

Fred sat in a chair, smoking. He seemed oddly content. His gaze occasionally flicked over Sally's nude body, and he would smile to himself. Had Estancia let him in on her plans for Sally that evening? The blonde suspected so. The thought made her feel weak.

"You'll have to get this stitched up, Carlito," Estancia told the burly Chicano. Gauze bandages were taped over the long cut, and the girl was winding an Ace bandage around his midsection to hold everything in place. "But this'll hold you together tonight. You've got a job to do, no?"

She patted him on the shoulder and smiled lewdly at him. He hoisted himself off the chair. Estancia glanced at the inert form of her brother. A shadow passed over her face.

"Get a pail of water and wake him up," Estancia commanded Fred. He heaved his bulk out of the chair and flicked the cigarette butt into the fireplace.

As Fred did what he was told, Estancia walked over to stand above Sally, fists on her hips. "Well, chiquita," she told her cringing captive, "tonight's the night. I'm glad my brother dropped in on us. It'd be a shame for him to miss the fun."

Smiling sweetly, she bent, over the naked girl. Without warning she lashed out and slapped Sally across the face. "You think you're something," she hissed, just 'cause you got my brother to screw that ugly cunt of yours. Well you ain't nothin' to him, baby, nothin' at all. He might think so, but in just a minute I'm gonna show him – and you – different. With what I got to give him, he'll never even want to look at you again."

Estancia straightened up. A smile of triumph crossed her full lips. "And after I'm finished with you, baby, nobody's gonna want to look at you again!"

A bucket of water dashed in his face brought Ricky around, groaning and sputtering. "Owww," he moaned. "What the fuck happened?" He tried to raise his hand to rub his aching neck, found he couldn't.

"What the hell?" Slowly he raised his head. His sister stood before `him, looking down at him with a smile.

"Estancia!" Ricky exclaimed. "You bitch, what the hell have you done? What are you doing to Sally?"

Estancia's smile broadened. "We're taking good care of her," she purred, glancing back at her captive. "She's got food to eat, a roof over her head, and all the fucking she can handle. Hey, Rico, she's a hot little bitch! You should of seen her this after noon – we brought a big old-"

"Shut up!" yelled Ricky. "Let me go, goddamnit! Let us both go or I'll-" He launched into a stream of rapid-fire Spanish, his face darkening with anger.

Estancia ignored him. "Anyway, your little gringa girl friend has been having so much fun with us, I'm glad you showed up to join in." She pulled the sweater off over her head. Her heavy tits bobbled enthusiastically in a white brassiere. "You've had to go so long without any real lovin'…"

"What are you doing?" her brother demanded. The girl covered her jugs with the sweater while one hand reached behind her.

"So I'm going to take care of you the way I used to before you started running after pasty-faced Anglo bitches."

She shrugged out of the brassiere, keeping her jugs hidden by the sweater. She dropped the bra and undid the snap on her jeans., "Nobody ever loved you the way your sweet baby sister did, que no?-" She kicked off her boots.

Ricky blushed furiously. "Oh, I told her all about you and me, babe," Estancia purred. She unzipped the jeans, stepped gracefully out of them. Her ripe twat bulged out the lacy front of the yellow panties. Black hairs wisped out through the weave of the fabric.

Coyly, Estancia covered her crotch with the jeans. She stepped up to her brother and draped the jeans over his head. "Yeah, babe," she breathed. She could feel the cloth of her sweater thrilling the big nipples on her boobs.

Desire welled up in her loins. She glanced back over her shoulder to where Sally sat staring wide-eyed at the scene. "Yeah, I told your girl about how you took my cherry when I was twelve. How.you first fucked me up the ass on my thirteenth birthday. How you taught me to suck cock."

The brunette smiled at her captive. She never told me any of this! Sally thought wildly. But she knew it was true. "Then I started to teach you things, Ricky. I put you through changes you never imagined." The jeans slipped off Ricky's head, fell to the floor. Estancia took a fistful of her brother's hair.

She pulled his head back.

"When our parents were killed we moved into that apartment together, querido.

Just you and me. It was heaven that way. You were all mine. Your hard, hard body, your big hard throbbing cock – all mine!" She thrust her hips forward and ground the mound of her cuint into Ricky's face. He winced and tried to twist away, but Estancia held him firmly.

"Smell that?" she demanded, rolling her hips. "You know that smell, brother dear. That's your sister's pussy. You've stuck your nose into it real often, haven't you? Did you tell your little Sally that? Did you tell her it belongs to you? Or that you belong to it? That's what we're about to show her, Ricky darling."

Ricky, kept trying to turn his head away. Estancia let her sweater fall to the floor. Her huge boobs swung free. The nipples stood out boldly from the vast expanse of tit-flesh. They were rock-hard with lust. The girl reached down and slipped her fingers between her thigh and the elastic of her panties and slipped them aside, thrusting her bared pussy into her brother's face.

"There, Ricky!" she cried. "It's all ready for you! Eat me, baby! Eat your sister's red-hot pussy!"

Ricky moaned. The hot scent of Estancia's pussy filled his nostrils. Visions of sex with his sister filled his head.,The times he'd lapped her oozing cunt, or plowed into it with his cock. Driving up her clutching asshole with his powerful prick,' or reaming it out with a lust-stiffened tongue. Her skilled mouth and tongue working over his cock with fiery love.

By the post, Sally watched in mute fascination. This explained everything, from Ricky's reluctance to bring her to his – and Estancia's – apartment, to Estancia's unnatural and evil lust for revenge against Sally. Till this minute, Sally hadn't really understood what the strange and lovely girl had wanted revenge for.