Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

The next he was gone.

When her eyes finally focused, she felt a cold lump form in the pit of her stomach. They weren't alone. Her stepfather had entered and discovered them. From the way he staggered, it was obvious he'd been drinking.

"Wha'cha doing, you Goddamn slut?" he slurred. "You letting this son of a bitch fuck you? Goddamn, but he's your brother. What'd you think you're doing?"

"You don't have any business barging in here," snapped Bill. His cock still stuck out in front of his body, drenched in cunt juice.

"Hell I don't. You two're my kids. Gotta raise you right and whaddya do but fuck each other!"

"Look…" Summer started. She was cut off by a vicious back hand slap across the face.

"Speak when yer spoken to, you Goddamn whore." With the disconnected thinking of a drunk, he suddenly asked Bill, "What's all this about?"

"My CB radio. I fixed it up to hook onto a car battery. But I want you to leave us the hell alone!"

"Piss on that," their stepfather mumbled.

"And I don't want you hitting my sister like that. She didn't deserve that and…"

Bill was suddenly decked by a meaty fist. The room spun, and he almost passed out from the impact on his jaw. His stepfather stood over him, weaving slightly, and looking down.

"Fuckin' idiot. Don't try tellin' me what to do."

Bill surged to his feet and swung at his stepfather. The blow connected. But the man hardly seemed to feel it. He was used to bar room brawls and fighting while he was drunker than a skunk. He decked Bill again with a quick one-two combination.

As Bill fell, he hit his head on the edge of an old Army locker.

"You – you've killed him!" Summer cried. She rushed to Bill's side and felt for a pulse. There wasn't one that she could find. She tried to locate the pulse in his throat but was brutally yanked to her feet by her stepfather.

"Yer a right purdy piece of ass, ain't ya? Hardly never noticed it before. Old Bill's got good taste. What's it like here?" His thick fingers grabbed for her twat.

Summer tried to back away but couldn't. His hand clamped down painfully on her snatch.

"Quit that!" she moaned. "Quit it or I'll scream."

"Tough shit," he said. "Most everybody's sleep by now. Scream all you want. I think I'm gonna fuck you!"

Summer tried to back away from the drunken man. She couldn't escape his groping hands.

"Fuck you's what I'm gonna do!" He picked her up like she was weightless and dumped her down on the tool-strewn work bench. Re didn't bother trying to clear off a space. He dumped her in the nearest spot. She felt a hammer and a screwdriver poking into her back.

Then, he ripped off her flimsy nightgown. He stared at her naked body in such a way, she shivered. It wasn't just a look of lust, it was lust and hatred. She'd never realized how much her stepfather resented her and Bill until that moment.

"Gonna fuck you, yeah," he said.

His cock flipped out of his dingy jeans. It was short and stubby. Maybe five inches long, but, the sheer bulk of it frightened Summer. It was almost as thick as it was long. If he crammed that monstrous prick into her cunt, he'd rip her apart.

"No, think about it. We-we can come up with something. Say you hit Bill and he stumbled or something. We – ohhhhh!"

She almost passed out. His rough hands brutally thrust apart her legs. With a sudden stab, he drove his cock directly into her cunt. The pussy lips were tucked back into her juicy little tunnel, still damp from her fucking with Bill.

The pain jolted her up and down her spine. She felt the tools jabbing into her back. The pain of her stepfather's cock fucking her was the worst, though.

She could recover from the other. But the way his dick mercilessly tore at her insides filled her with pain.

"Stop, oh, please, stop, stop, stop!"

"Like it. You gotta tight one. Real tight little pussy."

His hips kept pistoning in and out. She tried to escape but couldn't. She was completely impaled by the shaft, thick spike of his dick. As she gripped at his shirt to push him off balance and escape, she felt his callused hands clamp down on her firm tits.

"Nice boobs," was all he said.

She slumped back to the bench. There wasn't any way in hell she could fight the man off. He was intent on raping her. She couldn't stop him. All she could do was wait and hope he wouldn't kill her like he had her brother.

She felt the big, hairy paws gripping at her jugs. The soft flesh began to flow like putty under the powerful grip. He fucked the hard tips of her breasts back and forth. In spite of herself, Summer felt her body reacting to the mangling it was receiving. Even though she was being raped, her body was betraying her; it was responding sexually to the assault.

"Like those. Nice."

He buried his face in the deep canyon between her marshmallowy tits. His tongue slurped and licked away at the valley. He began working his way up one of the slopes. When he got to the top, he opened his mouth and took in most of her boob.

When he bit down hard, she screamed.

"Shaddup or I'll hit you!" he snapped. He lowered his face back to her tit and began tonguing and nipping more gently at her flesh. The hard pebble of her nipple was a fierce red. He took it into his mouth. He began to gnaw away at the marble-sized nubbin of erectile flesh.

Summer felt the stabs of pain and delight go all the way down into her chest. She was confused. She didn't know what to do. Her own stepfather was drunkenly aping her after finding her making it with her own brother.

Now, he was biting and abusing her tit. He was driving his stubby, blunt prick in and out of her tiny twat with enough force to make her teeth chatter.

And she was responding to him!

She hated herself for it. But she could feel her cunt begin to water in response to the cock fucking her. She didn't want to, but her body seemed to be in command. The pain in her chest turned into joy. The savage mouthing he was giving her tits actually pleased her.

She wasn't able to keep it all straight in her mind. Confused, bewildered; she began to cry.

"Shaddup, damn your eyes, you little whore! You been fuckin' around with your brother. You can give me a little of the action."

She felt his dong ram into her tender little cunt again. She was openly crying. There was nothing more humiliating than this. She was being used. She was nothing more than a hole for this drunken pig to shove his cock into.

And she was enjoying it.

That was the part she hated the most. She was actually responding to his mistreatment. Every time his dong speared hard into her sensitive pussy, she felt a surge of pleasure knife into her body. His dong was so thick, she knew it had to be ripping her wide open. And she loved the way it felt.

Confused, dismayed at what was happening, she tried to lay back and take it.

It wasn't easy.

She concentrated on the way his dong was reaming her out. His fucking motion was erratic, uneven. He was so drunk he was almost falling down. His forty-horsepower breath sickened her as it gusted into her face. The feel of his heavy hands on her delicate tits caused shudders of horror to vibrate through her body.

Most of all, the feelings in her body as he fucked her were what mattered the most. The sensation wasn't all that unpleasant in spite of all the other things that had happened.

She enjoyed the way his prick dipped into her twat to stimulate her. His pubic hair rubbed against her clit. Each feathery touch sent a lightning bolt of delight into her belly. With the cock so avidly fucking her manhole, there was nothing else she could think about. She had to take it.

Her stepfather seemed to be getting his rocks off. He had an evil leer on his face as he stuffed his pecker into her. He grunted each time he leaned forward. With his cock buried inside her cunt, the girl was totally at his mercy. She could do nothing.