Rex Taylor - Turned on family

Laurel was too stunned by the accumulated burdens of her night and day to pay much attention to what was happening now. She sat in the back seat of the car, silent, shaking, looking like a heroin addict in desperate need of a fix. Her face was pale, her lips trembled, and the gleam had vanished totally from her dark eyes.

Punch sat beside her, tentatively exploring her body with his hands. Robin kept looking over her shoulder, from her perch in the front between Timmy and the Spider, and she paid no attention to the fact that Spider had undone half her shirt buttons and slipped a hand inside to tickle her tits. All she could see was Laurel, being manipulated by an increasingly enthusiastic Punch, who was in the process of discovering that her tits were full and firm, with no brassiere protecting them from his fingers. He rubbed the tight crotch of her slacks, too, pushing insistently with his fingers at the fabric riding across Laurel's cunt.

They were up shit creek without a paddle, Robin decided. Laurel didn't have the strength to resist, Robin didn't have the opportunity.

The blonde slouched in the front seat. Timmy was half lying on her, and it no longer seemed important that he was putting his hands inside her green shirt, inside her jeans, upon her body. His fingers pinched a nipple and she didn't even cry out. Who was there to cry to? Spider shared the front of the car with them, and he certainly wasn't about to rescue her from his buddy. Laurel Willis was completely out of it, to judge by her face.

So there was no way out of it. At least not now. But she'd be watching, and when her chance came, these bastards had better be on their toes. Yesterday she'd given Spider a boot in the nuts, and there was a crimson scar on Timmy's cheek where she'd scratched him. If Robin found an opening, she'd leave more than those petty reminders today. She'd mutilate them till, but by then the '58 had pulled up in front of the condemned house on Meigs Street and Robin was being jerked out one door and into another.

The Spider popped open a can of beer and cast gimlet eyes on the two women. "Mmm-hmmm!" he enthused, wiping foam off his mouth. "Looks like we lucked out today! Yes, indeedy!"

Robin stared at Laurel. The older woman was on one of the mattresses, lying on her back, unresisting while Timmy and Punch rolled up her sweater and began to play with her unhaltered tits. They were pink-nippled, Robin noticed, just like Jamie's. Breathtakingly full, though with a tendency to droop, Laurel's boots jiggled uncontrollably as the two boys fondled them. She said nothing. Her eyes were open but they didn't even seem to be in focus. She looked at the ceiling and made pathetic mewing noises almost too soft to be heard Robin shivered in fear, for herself as well as for Laurel.

Spider scratched his belly. "Are you and her queers?" he asked, jerking a thumb towards Laurel. "I mean, that number you were doin' on each other in the kitchen?"

"Fuck off!" Robin snapped, hugging herself defensively.

Spider flashed his knife in front of her face then, scraping the blade edge on the point of Robin's chin. "Don't mean shit," he grinned. "You could be queer as a six-dollar bill but you're still gonna get fucked. Take off your clothes, bitch!"

Robin got to her feet, very slowly, still looking for some opening she could turn around to her advantage. There wasn't any. On the mattress Timmy and Punch were just beginning to strip Laurel Willis' body. Timmy waa sliding down the older woman's jeans and panties in one quick motion, his eyes feasting on the dark forest pussy of curls between her thighs, and Robin could see the sprouting bulge in his trousers. She couldn't desert Laurel, even if there were a chance of saving herself. Robin's eyes darted back to the Spider's face just as he decided to speed up the proceedings.

His hands grabbed the collar of her shirt and yanked hard. Every button down Robin's front popped off and Spider tore the shirt from her body. She tried to cover herself, even though he'd seen her bare tits before. He acted as if he didn't care, dropping to his knees and undoing her belt and jeans. They were tight-clinging on the smooth lines of her hips and legs, but he pulled them down all the same, heaping them on the floor with her feet still in them.

Robin staggered, uncertain of her balance, and the Spider put a hand on her belly. He gave her a push and she fell backwards, plopping down on the second mattress. It was dusty and dirty, and it smelled of dry cum and spilt beer. Robin thought she was about to gag, but that merciful impulse passed by. Her feet were pulled up as the Spider tugged off her pants and panties, jerking them over her shoes. Last of all he unbuckled her platforms and let them drop to the floor.

She didn't want to look at him. She knew his cock was hard, hard for her body, and she didn't want to see the lump protruding at his crotch, didn't want to know what he was about to do with that lumpy bulge. Beside her, on the next mattress, Laurel Willis was still in shock, naked and helpless, and Timmy had crawled on his knees into the opening of her spread thighs. He had his cock out and he was stroking it nervously as he stared at the crack lurking inside her dark-fuzzed beaver.

"Go ahead," Punch invited. "Stick it in her."

"I'm scared," Timmy confessed in his high pitched voice. "We could get in trouble."

"Shit!" Spider bellowed. "Give that cunt a taste of your dick! Only kind of trouble will be if she wants seconds and you can't get it up."

He was taking off his own pants then, kicking and cursing as he jerked his legs free, and the barrel of his cock was sticking through the opening in his boxer shorts. It was a wicked looking prick, Robin thought, thick and curved, like a bull's horn.

Spider dragged his dick into the air, and she could see that it wasn't especially long, though it was thicker than any she had ever had inside her cunt. He petted his rod, as if it were a pedigreed dog on display for some connoisseur, and she saw him smile in anticipation. "I don't know how much you know about fuckin'," he said modestly, "but I reckon you'll know a whole lot more by the time I'm finished with you."

She bit her lower lip as he got down between her legs. I won't help him, she promised herself. If he wants anything, he'll have to take it. I'll just play dead. Resolutely, Robin closed her eyes and held her breath, hands on her stomach with fingers knotted together.

When he rammed his prick inside her cunt, she had to open her eyes. The shock and the pain were too much to bear stoically. His cock plunged into her unready hole, spreading the dry walls of her pussy with unendurable savageness. Robin winced and she cried aloud, locking her fingers all the tighter.

"Oh, Christ!" the Spider yelled. "This is SOOOO fuckin' good!" He rammed his dick all the way in, then drew back for a fresh stroke, grunting heavily as he filled her tight cunt once again.

Tears stung in Robin's eyes and she gasped when the Spider dropped upon her. He was like a wheelbarrow full of bricks on her body and she couldn't breathe, couldn't see. She could only feel his relentless pecker moving in her tight, aching hole. She knew that he was tearing her cunt, that she must be bleeding. He hadn't even bothered to see if her pussy was lubricated enough for penetration. And her cunt didn't want him inside. It refused to moisten, to make his screwing any easier for either of them. Robin twisted her head, sobbing out her revulsion.

"No!" she moaned, moving her face to avoid the kiss he was offering. She'd rather die than let him kiss her, too!

His sucking, leechlike mouth fastened on her neck and he started to give her a Dracula special. God, she thought in disgust, she'd have a fucking sucker bite, too! It was too Goddamned much. But she'd see him and his friends in the electric chair for this. Maybe they'd let her pull the Goddamned switch to fry them.