Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

Dazed with horror, Sally remembered wondering how any girl could enjoy getting buttfucked. And how Estancia could take having Carlos' oversized cock shoved into her ass. And that was lubricated. Carlos was going to rape her ass now with a prick as dry as the stick had been – only the cock wasn't going to get wet and slippery the way the stick had. With the slowly-heating branding-iron waiting for her, this almost seemed small. But as the first stab of pain shot up her back from Carlos' shoving his hips forward, she knew this was going to be more than she could bear.

Against the resistance – of Sally's lightly-closed asshole, a weaker man than Carlos would never have gotten his cock in, greased or not. But Carlos was incredibly strong. His stubby brown fingers dug deep into the white flesh of Sally's ass as he pulled himself into her. The tip of-his cock slowly but surely forced the hole open.

The hard purple wedge of cock head began to spread Sally's asshole wider and wider. Estancia's face swam in Sally's gaze. The Chicana was leering at her horribly. The pain was jabbing her – it wasn't so much though – she could take it but – but wait, it's just beginning! It's worse – it's going in – too much – t-o o much -it's -"Oooooooooooh Goooooddddd!"

Estancia didn't even flinch as the blonde's fingernails clawed into her soft shoulders. Climax after climax pounded into her as she watched the blonde beauty's face dissolve in pain and her screaming rang out. It was so good! And it was just beginning.

To Carlos it felt as if he had fucked into a furnace filled with sand. It was impossibly tight up Sally's ass – too tight. And without cunt-grease or anything else to ease his entry it felt as if it was peeling all the skin off his prick. But now Carla thought he knew how Sally felt, when Estancia ate her to orgasm while fucking her with the stick. Along with the agony of cornholing the dry-walled ass was an almost incredible sensation of delight.

Sally's asscheeks were forced wider and wider apart, until it seemed she was about to split open. Estancia was holding her shoulders now, looking at her face with an expression that nearly looked like love. Sally was howling wordlessly, madly. Her throat was raw and her voice hoarse, but still she screamed.

Bravely, Carla fucked home his mighty cock. The veins stood out on his bulging forearms from his exertion, but at last every one of his eight inches was planted solidly in Sally's rump.

At once he began to pull out. As Sally's squalling went up an octave, his breath whistled out through his teeth. He couldn't last long at this rate – it felt as if his guts would be sucked out through the tip of his prick!

Sally choked and coughed. Carlos' enormous cock was surely tearing the lining of her ass channel. Suddenly she could scream no more. "Oh Jesus," she gasped.

"Why? Oh… ahhhh…aaaiiieeeee! Oh please. Not any – more. Not… any… mooooore!"

Carla brought his cock out till just the head was plugging her butt. He bit his lip. Her asshole was strangling his cock. It felt like every blow job he ever had, all rolled into one.

"Hey Estancia!" came Fred's voice excitedly. "Hey, the iron's about ready. Hey, it's all hot."

The Chicana gave Sally a wolfish grin face to face and sprang up. "You come get ready to hold her, Fred," she said. "I'll take over heating the iron." She ran lightly to the fireplace, her big tits bouncing up and down.

"God damn you, Estancia," her brother snarled. "God damn you – you wouldn't!"

His sister's laugh was musical. "But I would!" she cried. "Oh, Rico, don't you see? It's for your own good! This gringa bitch trapped you, seduced you. She was trying to lure you away from the beautiful thing we have." She tossed her head, her hair flying free.

"After I've finished, with her you'll know," Estancia went on brightly. Her voice sounded like a little girl's. She paused for a minute and listened to Sally's sobbing, and the laboring of Carla' breath. He was trying to keep from coming off, and fighting a losing battle. "You'll see what happens to any bitch who tries to come between us. You won't want her any more. She'll be too ugly.

You won't want anybody but Estancia – your Estancia. Oh, we'll be together, my darling, my brother, my love."

"Damn you!" raged Ricky. "If you do anything more to her, I'll-"

"What was that?". Fred asked. A noise had sounded out front. He stood up from beside the fire, started to walk across the floor.

A spasm hit Carlos. His cock gave a mighty pulse and began to pump his load into Sally's asshole.

In front of the cabin, a car door slammed.

Frantically, Carlos pushed himself away from Sally with both hands. His cock came out of her butt pumping wildly, spraying white come all over her quivering asscheeks and onto the floor. He slipped and almost went down, then got to his feet and ran madly to the front window.

Fred was by the upright post, searching through his pants pockets. "Holy shit!"

Carlos yelled. "It's the police!"

Streamers of come still flying from his limp hose of cock, Carlos ran through the room and out the back way. Ricky pushed hard with his heels against the floor. He shoved himself up the wall into a standing position at the cost of a lot of skin from his back. "Give up, you shit!" he shouted.

A boom like a cannon shot crashed out, echoed round and around the mountains.

"Hold it right there, motherfucker!" a voice yelled from in back. "Don't shoot, I give up!" came Carlos' voice.

Fred found what he was looking for. Carlos' switch-blade snicked open in his beefy hand.

With a wild shriek of rage Estancia snatched up the red glowing iron and ran at Sally. "I'll get you!" she raged. "They won't stop me!"'

Ricky launched himself off the wall as Fred turned to stare dumbly at the naked fury with the burning iron. Ricky stumbled, recovered, clipped Estancia and spun her around off balance. Her momentum carried her onward as the branding iron flew out of her hands. Grabbing wildly for balance, she fell heavily into Fred, her black, black hair spilling against his chest.

The front door exploded inward. A lantern-jawed Chicano in a gray sheriff's uniform stood there, clutching a pump shotgun.

The knuckles on Estancia's lovely hands stood out whitely as she shoved herself away from the big blond man. Very, very slowly, as if moving under water, the girl got herself upright. She turned toward where her brother lay on the floor and her mouth opened.

A thin trail of blood ran from the stab wound in Estancia's solar plexus, down across her perfect belly. "Ricky, I-" she said, and died.

Fred made a swipe towards Sally, huddled sobbing at his feet. The deputy raised the riot gun and shot him twice. The sound filled the room as the burly sadist somersaulted backwards into the wail.

The uniformed deputy sheriff lowered the shotgun. "Miss Canavan," he said, "are you all right, Miss Canavan?" Then he seemed to really take in the scene for the first time and slumped against the doorframe. "Oh my God," he said.

A tall thin form shouldered past him. "Sally," it called out. "Ricky?"

"Daddy!" screamed Sally, and she fainted.

A few hours later, Ricky and Sally were driving down the mountain in Ricky's battered Chevrolet.

At Mr. Canavan's suggestion, the sheriff's men had consented to let the boy drive her home.

"So I finally talked to your father. He was sorry for what he'd done; he was out of his head when he found out you'd disappeared from my place. I told him I was afraid you were up at the cabin and to bring help. I left too quick to tell him any more," Ricky was saying. Sally slumped beside him on the seat, a deputy's coat wrapped around her against the chill.

"So I got to the cabin and managed to fuck up rescuing you. And thanks to my not explaining to your father, the sheriff's department almost didn't get here in time. He had to convince them he wasn't crazy, then find someone who knew where the cabin was. Luckily Eulogio Gonzales was on duty." Ricky swallowed.