Thor let Tracy down and stepped aside. His son Eric had stripped nude. His long, rippling muscles gleamed under a film of moisture. He'd worked up quite a sweat rushing back and forth to pitch snow on the fire she'd started.
"You gave us a heap of trouble," he said as he approached. "Tryin' to bust my pa's skull with that lamp, settin' a fire that might have burned the whole damn place to the ground."
"I know," she croaked. "I'm sorry." Her blue-green eyes sank down. It didn't matter that he was one of her captors. Eric was the most sexy and magnificently well-built young man that she'd ever seen. Tracy had to look again.
His upper body was shaped like a wedge. Well-defined straps of muscles banded his shoulders and laced his broad chest. They tapered smoothly, flowing down to his slender waist. Like arrow points, they drew attention and directed strength to his groin.
There dangled the most beautiful, big cock that Tracy ever laid eyes on! Still half soft, its size matched Thor's. But Eric's long prick ended with a smooth, softly rounded knob, not an ungainly hammer-like head. His was the sleek kind of cock that women can't wait to suck.
And also in contrast, Eric's tall frame had almost no body hair. His mouth-watering big prick sprang from a sandy-blond thatch, but above and below, Eric's body was bare. His skin looked sleek as polished bronze. Tracy itched to run her hands over his sculptured frame.
"If I unchain your arms, you won't try anything stupid like that again, will you?"
"No," she promised. "I've learned my lesson."
"Good." A smile added warmth to the look of his boyishly handsome face. Eric reached for the key and unclasped her wrists.
"Oooh, thank you!" Without the chains to support her weight, Tracy almost fell into his arms. Eric held her, lightly stroking her back. That hint of kindness warmed her even more than his stunning sex appeal.
Her supple body pressed anxiously against his. She hugged him, running her hands up and down his strong back. Blood went rushing back to her fingertips until it felt like they glowed with warmth.
With a sigh, Tracy sank to her knees. "I want to suck your cock," she whispered, sliding her hands down the backs of his legs. She kneaded his tapered thighs, pleading silently with the warmth of her hands.
"How do I know you won't try to bite it off?" he asked doubtfully.
"I wouldn't do that."
"Damn right you won't." His large hands fisted in her auburn hair. "I'll break your pretty neck if you try. And my pa, he'll do even worse to your daughter."
Tracy moaned. It felt like her head had been clamped in a vise. "Just let, me suck. Let me show you how good I can be!"
"You do that. And if I don't like it, I'll let you know." He tightened his grip on the twin knots of silky copper hair, twisting it around his hands until her scalp tingled with needles of pain.
Tracy reached for the shaft of his half swollen cock, touching it lightly, lifting it up. "It's so beautiful," she crooned in a breathy voice. It took both of her small hands to support the lengthy shaft and bring its knobbed tip to her lips. "I like to start with a cock that's not fully hard. I like to lick and suck and make it swell in my mouth." Her lips circled, slowly reaching out.
Thor stalked to the other side of the room where Jo had been shackled facing the wall. "You better watch this," he said. "I never knew a girl your age who could suck cock worth a shit." He unlocked the band from her left wrist.
Jo heaved a sigh of relief and turned, slumping weak against the wall. The other chain clanked, still holding her right hand above her head.
Thor stood leering at her large tits. Crooked, broken teeth showed in the warped slit between his rough beard and drooping mustache. Her nipples felt warm from having been buried in the soft tawny fur tacked to the wall. One look at his jagged teeth turned them stone cold.
"And take off the rest of your clothes," he told her. "When your turn comes, I want you ready."
Jo winced at the thought, but knew it would be unwise to anger this huge man who looked so much like a bear. He was already nursing a painful lump that had swollen where Tracy shattered the lamp on the back of his head.
She balanced carefully on one foot and reached down to unlace the other boot. With them off, she'd be able to slip out of the black, one-piece nylon ski suit. The top half of that now dangled loose from her slender waist.
"Let me steady you," Thor said. He cupped his giant hands beneath her succulent tits. Although he frightened her, Jo's nipples responded warmly to his rough touch.
He said, "Hhhmmmm," and kissed the dark, sweet buds, rocking his head back and forth. He lapped one, then the other with the snake of his tongue.
Tracy planted a soft, quivering kiss on just the very tip of Eric's big cock. She kept her lips snug and flicked her tongue up and down on the slit of his cock. It throbbed in response.
Jo watched that while she teetered to loosen her other boot. In a way, she was jealous because both Thor and Eric had picked Tracy first – especially Eric. He looked so strong and sexy. With him she would have felt no fear.
With Thor mauling her tits and thinking God-knows-what, the girl was scared half to death.
Tracy took in the head of Eric's big cock. Her lips drew tight just beyond the ridge. She made them pulse and begin to suck. He felt the searing pressure make his cockhead swell as her cheeks collapsed. Fresh blood rushed to fill the void created by powerful suction. It surged the length of his prick shaft and made the head bulge even more.
"Hhhmmm," she purred with lips reaching out again. Her anxious breath made his cockskin tingle. Her teeth raked softly over the ridge and closed on the stiff, hard shaft beyond. Eric tensed, thinking that she might forget his warning and try to bite, but she only nibbled him fondly.
Her tongue rolled back and curled over the tip of his deliciously big cock. She licked up and down, then across his burning cum pipe, still sucking hard to loosen the huge load in his balls.
Trying to hold back was delightful torture for the young man. He wanted to shoot off right then, her lips were pulling and practically begging him too. But he wanted to wait even more. He wanted to see if she could swallow his whole prick.
The slow, mincing pull of her lips made him grunt. He wanted to fuck her face full, to ram the entire hot length of his aching cock down her throat with one fierce thrust. But he decided to let her take her time, to prolong the joyous agony of trying to restrain his explosive load.
Tracy knew how anxious he was. But it wasn't time yet. She hadn't given him anywhere near enough pleasure to keep his mind off Karina for long. She slid one hand to the base of his cock and tightened her thumb and forefinger around the thick root.
Clamping hard, she could help Eric hold back the steaming flood until she'd tortured his prick shaft into a frenzy of joy.
She rocked her head back and forth, dragging her lips to the very tip, then sliding down again. Each time Tracy reached and sucked to take in a bit more.
The padded head of his cock was soon thumping the soft back wall of her mouth. Her tongue curled into a wet trough for him to slide on. It pulsed beneath his spearing prick in undulating waves.
Eric gasped as his pleasure increased. This woman was a devoted cock-sucker, a master of the art. He had no idea of all that was racing through her mind, only that it made her lips and mouth pull like some kind of insane milking machine.
Tracy had to grip harder on the root of his cock to keep his boiling jism in its place. She hadn't sucked him all in yet, but she knew that she must before letting him fire.
She tilted her head back and felt choking pressure as his straining cockhead entered her throat. It completely filled the clinging tube.
While he was in that deep, she would not be able to breathe. If he held her head, if he kept his big cock jammed down her throat when it started to fire, she might strangle for lack of air, or drown in a jetting flood of cum.
That thought glazed her lithe body with, a cold film of sweat. Her body shivered, but her head kept bobbing, thrusting forward to reach his hairy loins. Jerking back, she grabbed a needed breath and then plunged forward again.
Eric felt his knees grow weak. It was like she was sucking all his strength to the nip of his cock. Even the fists curled in her hair as a safety measure began to go slack. They dropped, letting silky auburn strands slip between his fingers.
He found her tits by feel and cupped one perfect cone in each hand. Her nipples felt hard, but cold with numbing fear. Tracy kept plunging further and further down his long ram, gorging her throat with thick cock. And each time, it took longer, to glide back where she could draw breath.
She gasped anxiously at the end of each stroke and then drove back until her tips touched the fingers she had ringing the base of his cock. She slid her hand out of the way, reaching down to cradle his leathery ball sac.
Eric growled. He kneaded her tits and worked heat to her nipples. She lifted his nuts and caressed them with the same wavering motion. It was time for him to cum. She had swallowed the giant log of his cock and now she wanted to feel it fire.
The pressure he felt was tremendous when she released her strangling finger hold on the base of his cock. It became more intense when she played with his nuts. "I'd like to have you suck for another hour, but I just can't hold back," he moaned.
Tracy nodded. She understood. She wanted him to fire, and she wanted him to want more. She whipped her head back and forth now. Her hair flew into a coppery haze. She sank to the hilt and buried her lips in his cockhair, then she reared back and flickered her tongue over just the tip.
All the while, she kept milking his nuts and making them throb. Eric just couldn't stop it. He roared with pleasure and let his cock fire.
The first shot came while he was buried deep in her throat. She felt the shot spray, but it was too far back to allow her to taste his salty sweet cream. Tracy licked her way back and took the next blast in her mouth.
Slick hot jism sprayed her tongue. It swirled out of the trough and down to the floor of her mouth. Then the taste came, hot and strong. She lapped and swirled her tongue in the creamy goo and lunged to gulp down again.
"God damn!" Eric moaned. She sucked jism like a vampire sucks blood, with a fiendish hunger and vicious delight. "I've never been in a fucking mouth half as good as yours!"
"Hhmmm," she cooed. That pleased her. She knew Jo was listening, being made to watch. Last night, Dick had reacted more to the girl's uncertain lips. The variety of it, and the thrill of having his young niece slobbering on his cock meant more than all of Tracy's skill. This would show the silver-haired bitch!
Tracy whipped and flogged his cock with her bobbing head. She gulped down jism until she couldn't swallow any more. It backed up until her cheeks puffed, then it dribbled from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin in sticky little streams. Still she kept sucking and milking his nuts to get more.
Twin creamy drops beaded at the base of her jaw, growing larger until the frenzied whipsaw motion her head dislodged them. They dropped on to her tits between Eric's spread fingers.
He felt the slick cream and swirled it over her nipples. It greased his fingers and made them slide with delightfully smooth friction. Tracy strained her lips to let more jism out. She loved the warmth of it on her tits, loved the way it made his teasing fingers slide.
"You're slicker than a greased pig like we all try to catch at the county fair!" he said.
Being called a pig doesn't usually turn a woman on, but it did in this case. Tracy had seen the same kind of contest when she was a girl growing up in farm country. She remembered a dozen men trying to catch the squealing pig, lunging and grabbing, their fingers slipping in the grease just when they thought they had a good grip.
Eric's fingers kept sliding when he tried to squeeze her cum-slicked tits. Dripping jism made them as slippery as two bars of soap in a warm bath. He couldn't get a firm grasp on either one.
She swayed her upper body side-to-side. That put wrenching side pressure of the cock shaft wedged in her throat, and it made her tempting tit mounds almost impossible to catch. His fingers slithered across one nipple and on to the next. She loved it. Sparks blazed in her pussy each time his fingers slid off her swollen nubs.
Eric could have clenched his arms and held her, but it was more fun this way. He liked what her delighted writhing did to his cock. It was still spurting fresh juice into her mouth, more to drip down and make her sultry body gleam.
The gliding friction on her bulging nipples made them burn. Tracy gave a mumbled grunt and stiffened as wives of joy sank down to her pussy slit. Eric's hot cum had dripped on down to the mouth of her cunt, the slick warmth hitting her clit triggered an orgasm.
She trembled as the wonderful pulses of raw pleasure began. He caught her tits then and whirled the nipples around, still pumping his cock down her throat. He almost choked her with its hot length.
It took what seemed like hours for their mutual spasms of joy to end. And it took what seemed like days for him to ease his cock from her mouth so that Tracy could take a full breath.
"Oh, God! That was great! I can't wait to do it again," she said looking up.
"Right now, I'd rather fuck."
"That's even better. Sucking your big cock made my pussy so hot. Look, my honey is flowing and there's already jism spattered on my cunt hair. I want to feel it inside. I want you to fuck me full. Make me cum again!"
"Maybe later," Eric said.
"But you want to fuck, I can see it in your eyes. Your cock is getting hard again. I know you want to stick it in my cunt."
"Yeah, I want to fuck cunt… but it's more your daughter been thinking about. I'm gonna pop her cherry and then come back to fuck the pussy she came out of. That's something I ain't never done before."
"No!" Tracy screamed, struggling to her feet.
Eric brushed her aside with a sweep of one hand. It was almost a casual gesture, but it packed strength enough to send Tracy sprawling. She crashed against the wall and slid down onto her ass.
She felt totally defeated. All her frantic sucking hadn't weakened his big cock at all. If anything, it looked bigger and harder than before. It was glossy with spent cum and it gleamed in the flickering light from the fireplace in the corner of the room.
Eric walked toward Karina, who sat staring blankly from the edge of the bed. Her face looked white as the fur of her parka. The girl couldn't believe what her mother had done, and she couldn't understand why.
"Doesn't look so scared," Eric said. "It doesn't hurt… not much anyway."
"No, don't touch me!" Karina said as she managed to stand, bracing herself on the back of a crude chair.
He laughed, circling around. "You wanted it when I was carrying you to the cabin. You liked the feel of my cock prodding the cheeks of your ass. I could feel how it made your pussy squirm. I'll bet your panties are still wet with virgin oil."
"That was before I saw what you and Thor did to my mother." Karina's pretty face was a knot of disgust. All her romantic illusions had been shattered. These men weren't loving and kind. They were brutal, greedy and demanding in their lust.
"She liked it and you will too." Eric edged around the seat of the chair.
"No, she did not. She was just trying to save me." That thought dawned on the girl while she was watching with grim fascination. It was the only way to explain what she saw.
"If so, it didn't work." Eric made a grab for, her, but Karina slipped away. She wasn't quite the cripple she'd pretended to be. She'd played first on her father's sympathy, then on Eric's.
"Well, God damn! The little bitch can walk!"
Karina only wished that she could run. She went from steadying herself with the chair to gripping the mantelpiece, and she backed across the stone hearth.
Tracy dragged herself up. Eric was going after her daughter, stalking her slowly and silently. His big cock wagged back and forth in front of him, an obscene signal of his intentions.
Thor was too busy feasting on Jo's big tits to care what anyone else did. He lapped and slurped, rasping her nipples with his tongue, spreading his hairy mouth wide enough to swallow all of one creamy tit mound then the other.
She watched over the bear-like hump of his shoulder, wincing each time he raked one of her nipples with his broken teeth. Jo knew he was going to fuck her, she just didn't know when.
His hammerhead cock jerked and twitched each time he engulfed a big mouth of tit. His rough hands fingered her pussy mound, fingers stroking her sleek, dark hair. He parted her cunt lips and twiddled her clit until she grimaced, her eyes shut.
Karina had her back to the wall. She reached the end of the mantelpiece, and there was nothing else within reach that she could use for support of her ailing leg. Even her fear of Eric did not give her courage to try taking a step without help.
He reached out a hand. "Hold on to this. I'll lead you back to the bed."
She cringed, vehemently shaking her head no, tousling her red-golden hair. It gleamed soft and bright in the light from the fire.
"Come on," he said, "You're gonna get fucked one way or the other. Might as well make it easy. You saw what happened to your fool mother…"
His eyes were so intent on the timid young redhead that he failed to notice Tracy creeping up from behind. She gripped the back of the crude chair, a heavy thing made of tree limbs and rawhide laces.
She lifted it high and lunged forward. Karina's eyes blazed with delight. Eric caught that as a warning sign and whirled just as the chair came crashing down. The legs shattered and flew like kindling, the heavy plank forming the seat hit across his forehead with a sickening thud. But for an arm he had raised in defense, it surely would have shattered his skull.
Even half-blocked, the vicious blow dropped him to his knees. Eric swayed, watching the room spin around him, then he slumped forward with a long, weary sigh.
Thor wheeled around. His jagged teeth left two bloody scratches on the top slope of Jo's right tit. He tasted blood and spit in a rage. "You bitch, don't you ever learn?"
Tracy glared back at him, still clutching the broken remains of the chair. One shattered leg stuck out like the point of a wooden spear. "I'll ram that right into your balls if you take another step," she warned.
Thor backed off and gave her a disarming smile. "You're as tough as a she-bear defending her cubs."
"I'm even worse!" She took a step forward, menacing the big man with the broken chair. Now instead of rough planks beneath her bare feet, Tracy felt something soft and hairy, but she didn't dare look down. She wouldn't take her eyes off Thor.
"That's a rug you're standing on the edge of," he said. "It's made from the hide of the last she-bear that raised her hackles toward me."
Tracy did drop her eyes then, and Thor's hand made a swooping dive to grab the other end of the rug. He jerked it up violently, pulling it from beneath Tracy's feet so fast that she pitched over backwards, landing on an ass that was already sore.
The jarring, impact knocked her breath out. Tracy slumped down on her back. Thor hurled the bearskin rug aside and jerked the broken chair out of her hands.
He stood over her, eyes narrowed and flashing with rage. "I ought to fuck your cunt with this broken chair legs," he snarled.
"Touch her, and I'll cut Eric's cock off," Karina said in a voice she was straining to keep calm.
Both Tracy and Thor shot their eyes to that corner of the room. Karina had found a skinning knife on the mantel. It had a long curved and wickedly sharp blade. She clutched that in the fist of her right hand and the head-end of Eric's cock in the other. And both were trembling, less than a fourth of an inch apart.
She surprised even herself by grabbing his cock. Fear sparks the body with strange powers. "I will!" she sobbed. "I'll hack it off at the root!"
Thor stood over the girl's mother with that big sharp piece of wood aimed at her twat. His rusty-haired face crinkled into a bemused grin. "We have here what some might call a Mexican stand-off."