Jo Decker remained a helpless spectator with her right arm chained to the wall above her head. Her eyes darted nervously from one threatening pair to the other, wondering which would dare to make the first move. The scene was macabre, but she could not help smiling.
Her favorite teacher at the high school had been fired for instructing his life-science classes to study human behavior as they would that of wild animals.
He was a good-looking young guy just out of college. Jo really had the hots for him. She didn't pay much attention to anything in class except how sexy he was, but she remembered him saying that humans have all the savage instincts of supposedly more dangerous beasts.
"In fact," he told them, "we humans might well be the most deadly and dangerous animal to ever walk the face of the earth. Humans are the only species that hunts and kills just for sport, and the only one that slaughters its own kind in wholesale lots."
He encouraged discussion, and some of the more serious students mentioned advances in science, achievements in the arts and the practice of religion to show that humans are different and somehow above animals in the wild.
"But our civilization is a fairly recent thing," he countered. "It's something we aren't quite used to, a thin layer that is likely to crack and chip off in times of stress." He pointed to the soaring crime rate and increasing numbers of people buying guns for defense as an example of this. "When things get really tough, the beast within us all is likely to surface," he told the class.
Jo didn't much like to think of herself and other human beings as animals, but it was no big deal. Just one man's opinion, and who knows? He might be right. To the staunchly conservative members of the School Board, though, his remarks were an affront to all humanity, a slur against all the fine and decent things people have done.
With a shudder, Jo realized that what her former teacher had said was probably true. On this wilderness trip, they'd all done things they never would have in the city. Even proper and shy Karina was now clutching a knife in one hand and a man's cock in the other, threatening to mutilate him in a most horrible way.
Her eyes dropped and she noticed the two thin trails of red blood where Thor's broken teeth had scratched the soft upper slope of her tit. She bent down, lifted her tit, and licked them off, not minding the mildly salty taste at all. "And look at me," she muttered to herself, "licking my wounds like an alley cat."
The stalemate between knife and chair leg grew more tense when the dull, throbbing pain in Eric's head began to give way to a warm rhythmic pulsing of life in his cock shaft. The touch of Karina's hand sped his return to consciousness. She felt the blood surging into his long prick staff and almost lost her grip. Its obscene swelling embarrassed her. Karina had to force herself to hold on and keep the knife ready.
Eric's pewter-gray eyes fluttered and his father warned, "You be real still, boy. Don't make any quick moves. You got a whole life of good fuckin' ahead of you, but you're about to be made helpless as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest."
His mind and vision cleared, but Eric still didn't know what his father meant. Then he saw the gleaming blade poised so near his cock. "Oh, shit!" He took a long, slow and deliberate breath. "Karina," he said sweetly. "You don't want to do that…"
"I don't want to, but I will if Thor hurts my mother."
"Er, Pa… why don't you toss that broken old chair in the fireplace? Maybe then this pretty little thing will relax."
"Bullshit, this jagged hunk of wood aimed at her mom's cunt is all keepin' her from turnin' you from stud to stubby."
"Toss it, Pa. She won't hurt me, will you?" Karina could not stand to look at his sorrowful, pleading eyes. "Not if he throws that awful chair away," she agreed. His big, rubbery prick continued to swell. That put her even more on edge.
Normally, she never would have touched a man that way. But now that she had a hold of his swelling cock, Karina could not let go. The pulsing vigor of his long prick entranced her. It seemed to be pumping heat straight to her loins.
Thor grumbled, "Shit!" but he threw the remains of the chair on the fire. He didn't like the idea of any female getting the best of him, even for a little while. But since it was Eric's prick that might get pruned, Thor decided to let him call the shots.
"There, you see? Pa threw the chair away, now you can put down the knife," Eric said calmly.
Karina almost did as he suggested. She wavered, but then snapped her hand back. The curved blade touched his cock just enough so that Eric could feel the chilling cold. "No!" the frightened redhead cried. "If I put the knife down, you'll just chain us up and do awful things again."
"Nnnooo," he said in a slow, reassuring tone. "Not with this lump on my head." Eric slowly brought a hand up to finger the knot swelling where the chair seat hit his head. "I think she might have fractured my skull. I feel so dizzy and weak. The whole room is spinning around." Eric sighed fitfully and his hand fell away from his head. His arm hit the floor with a limp thump and his eyes rolled back in his head.
"Ooohhh," Karina moaned in sympathy. She let go of his cock and leaned forward to cup his chin in her free hand. "Eric, wake up!" She shook him gently. He didn't stir. "Mother, you might have killed him!" Tears welled up in her eyes and the knife slipped out of her hand.
Eric sprang up panther-quick as soon as the blade hit the floor. He grabbed her wrists and snarled, "You stupid little bitch!" Then he roared with laughter, enjoying the girl's shocked look of distress.
Jo cringed and shrank back against the wall. Karina's human sympathy had thrown away their only chance. "Now we're all in worse trouble than before," she moaned. If Karina's animal instincts had remained sharp, that never would have happened. "There are times when it just doesn't pay to be nice!"
Thor was quick to recapture the advantage. He grabbed a hunk of Tracy's auburn hair and yanked the woman to her feet. "Game's over," he said with a sneering grin. "Now the winners claim their prizes."
He dragged Tracy to the wall, yanked up her right arm and shackled it high above, her head.
"I want this little bitch who threatened to amputate my cock," Eric said. He jerked Karina to her feet and pushed her toward his bed. "She wanted blood, now so do I. Virgin blood!"
"Not now," Thor snapped. "Chain her up on that wall over there. We got another little problem to deal with."
"What?" Eric demanded. He could think of nothing more compelling that his desire to pop a cherry.
"Listen," his father said. They could all hear footsteps clumping across the porch toward the door.
"It's Dick!" Tracy gasped.
"Daddy! Help us! Save us! These men are – uuuummmph!" Eric clapped his big hand over her mouth before Karina could finish. She struggled fiercely, despite her injured leg.
It was too late. Dick heard his daughter's wild cries and then the muffled sounds of sheer terror. He rattled the securely locked door, shouting, "Open up! Damn you, open this door or I'll shot off the lock!"
Eric's face blushed and he whispered, "Er, Pa… I sort of forgot to tell you. I let that guy carry my rifle."
"You dumb shit!" A shot cracked outside. Wood splintered at the edge of the door and the locking plate was blown half off as the bullet whined across the room to thump harmlessly into the wall. It hit two feet from where Tracy was standing, but she screamed as though she'd been shot.
"Christ sake, hold your fire!" Thor shouted. "You're likely to kill your own kin!" Thor shuffled to the door and struggled to free the twisted locking bolt.
Dick burst into the roam with the rifle poised. The first thing he saw was the tall blonde young man holding Karina with one hand clamped over her mouth.
"Let her go!" he snapped.
Eric grinned, holding her like a shield. "You can't shoot without a good chance of hitting your daughter."
"You're too big, fella. I can put a slug between your eyes and miss her by two feet." Dick lifted the rifle to his shoulder and took steady aim.
"All right, all right…" Eric let her go.
"Oh, Daddy! Thank God you got here in time!" She rushed to him with arms out stretched, and she knocked the rifle aside as she leaped into his arms.
"Oh, shit!" Jo wailed. "She's done it again! Karina, for God's sake, get out of the way!"
Too late. Thor grabbed the swaying rifle barrel and wrenched the gun from Dick's hand. The huge man stood grinning, showing his broken teeth, and he said to Karina, "Gotta thank you, girl. You been a lotta help to us!"
Dick's eyes swept the room, starting with the gun barrel aimed at his head. There wasn't a damn thing he could do about that now. He saw his wife chained to the wall. Her small, perfectly coned tits had a crusty film of dried cum on them. His niece, Jo, was also stark naked and chained to the wall. Two bright rivulets of blood ran toward the nipple of her big right tit.
Their plight and the sad looks they flashed to him made Dick forget all the anger he felt before. Karina sobbed hysterically, trying to bury her face in the hollow of her father's shoulder.
He hugged and consoled her. "It's all right, Karina. It's all right." But he knew damn well that wasn't true. The two big naked men stood leering with lust flashing bright in their hardened eyes.
Thor poked Karina under the ribs with the rifle barrel. She winced, clinging to her father. "Since you love your old man so much, I'm gonna give you both a real treat," Thor announced to them all. "I'm gonna let him fuck you first."
"No, Pa… she's mine!" Eric complained.
"She would've been if you weren't so fucking dumb! Giving arms to somebody you can't trust. Shit, boy… you're damn near stupid enough to be in Congress!"
"Pa…" Eric's big cock was aching for the weepy redhead cloaked almost to her knees in fluffy white fur.
"Sit down and shut up, or suck on that silver-blonde's tit if you're hungry for blood."
Jo flashed an uncertain smile. Thor's suggestion was the only good thing that had happened so far. She did still want to fuck that handsome young giant, especially now. He didn't look as mean as he had just a short time ago.
Eric crossed to where Jo leaned against the wall, her right arm upraised and locked in a cold metal band. "I guess it's you and me," he said.
"I-I guess so." The dejected look in his eyes made her heart leap. "I'll fuck you better than any timid virgin," Jo said.
"You just might at that." An easy grin curved his lips. God, he looked sexy to Jo when he smiled at her that way. "I don't especially like it standing up. How about if I unchain you and take you to my bed?"
"Oh, I'd like that!" Her arm felt numb for lack of circulation. She'd have agreed to almost anything to get it down.
"You won't pull no shit like those other two?"
"No way! I want to fuck, not fight."
Eric looked deep into her eyes, probing for the truth. All he could see was a frank look of burning desire. Eric decided to trust her. If she got out of line, he'd only have fun whipping her back into shape. He reached up and unlocked the steel band from her wrist.
Jo sighed and fell against him, pressing her pillow-soft tits against his chest. "There is just one thing," Jo said as she gingerly massaged blood back into her fingertips.
"What's that?" Eric was instantly suspicious.
"If-if Thor really makes Dick fuck his daughter, I-I'd sure like to watch."
Eric laughed. "If Pa said it, he'll do it. You can bank on that! And if you want to watch, you go right ahead. I'm gonna be too busy sucking your big tits and eating your sweet cunt. We'll just see how long you can keep your eyes and your mind on those other two." Eric gripped her arm, grinning smugly as he guided Jo to his bed.
"Take your clothes off," Thor told Dick with a threatening wave of the rifle barrel.
"What if I refuse?" Dick's pride had been hurt by this mess they were all in, even though it wasn't his fault.
"Then I use your brain to decorate that bare spot on the wall." Thor flashed a gap-toothed grin and slowly raised the rifle barrel.
Dick shrugged and stepped out of his daughter's clinging embrace. Like a man in a trance, he began to undress. Karina watched trembling, hardly daring to open her eyes.
"You too," Thor said, turning the gun on Karina. "You take off that silky white fur and spread it on my bed. That old straw mattress and them sweaty blankets might scratch your pretty ass, and I want it in good shape when it feels the hammer of Thor."
"You bastard!" Tracy raged.
"Wh-what does he mean?" the quaking redhead asked her mother.
"I mean, even when your father gets through fucking you, there'll still be a virgin hole left for me. And after that, I'll let my son fuck your face for the first time."
Karina felt shivering waves of fear and stepped closer to her father as he was pulling down his pants. "Oh, Daddy… isn't there anything you can do?"
"Yeah, there is…" But he didn't tell her what it was. All Dick could think to do was take a long time with her, do all he could to postpone the rest.
She unzipped her fur parka and spread the soft white folds on Thor's lumpy bed. Then Karina turned and pulled off the sweater she wore underneath. She did that very slowly, reluctant to expose the lacy, flesh-colored bra that cupped her young tits.
Undressing by the hot spring had excited her. The misty veil of steam made it seem all right. And then only loving eyes could see. Now Thor was leering, wetting his lips, thinking of all the lewd pleasures soon to be his.
"Take it off!" Thor commanded as she fumbled awkwardly with the clasp of her bra. "Let me see what your nipples look like."
Karina obeyed reluctantly. She unclasped her bra and slowly slipped it off. "Nice titties!" Thor exclaimed. "Firm, sharp and perfectly formed. I'll bet you can't wait for your daddy to suck and make your tiny nipples hard."
She blushed and stood with her head bowed in shame, lips quivering, unable to reply. Dick said, "Don't worry. Everything will be all right." In a way, he felt relieved. Dick had been torn between desire for his young daughter and the stem dictates of his conscience. Thor's taking command had resolved that conflict.
"Get the rest of your damn clothes off," the big man roared, waving the gun. He was already impatient for his turn. The innocent beauty of this shy girl had his hammerhead cock swollen hard.
"I-I can't," Karina sobbed. She crossed her arms to cover her naked tits.
"Let me help you," Dick said. He touched her gently, reaching down to open the side zipper on her snug-fitting ski pants.
Eric led Jo to his bed. Her neck was craned, anxious to watch Dick pull Karina's pants down. The sight was so deliciously obscene it made her pussy squirm.
"You can do your lookin' lyin' down," Eric said. He pushed her down on the dense blue-gray fur of his wolf skin parka. It was flecked with snowflakes and Jo felt needle-sharp stabs of tingling cold as she stretched out on the bed.
She brought her knees up and slid her hands down her creamy, smooth thighs, spreading them wide. She stroked her fingers through thick dark curls of pussy hair and used one hand to spread her cunt lips.
Eric crouched near her feet and leaned forward, supporting his weight on knees and elbows while running his hands through the long silver waves of her hair.
"You're really a luscious bitch," he said.
"And you're the sexiest hunk of man I ever saw." Looking down, she could see the stiff lance of his cock poised above her pussy dome. He swept his hands down through her hair and covered her big tits, squeezing them hard. "Hungh!" she groaned. "Go easy, at least at first."
"I can't go easy, not with tits like this!" Eric drew his fingers together, pulling on her nipple tips. The dark nubs swelled aching hard. He bent down and kissed them one by one, holding the nipples tense with his fingertips.
He spread his lips to suck in her left tit, pulling with anxious suction while his tongue danced over the swollen nipple deep in his mouth.
"Hhhoooo!" Jo cried. "Do the other one. Suck them both!" She felt proud of her big tit mounds, and she especially liked the way the size of them drove men wild – first Dick, then Thor, and now his handsome son.
Eric stretched out his tongue and licked the rivulets of blood. His rasping tongue burned like fire on her raw flesh. "Suck it in," she begged him. "Eat it all!"
Eric attacked her with wolfish delight. He worked one tit with both hands, barely able to enclose the whole creamy mound. He sucked on the other, gorging himself, stuffing his mouth full.
"Yes," she cried. "Oh, yes!" Shocks of pleasure sparked from her bulging nipples. They raced to her cunt like two speeding cars on a collision course, clashing in the depths of her pussy hole and loosening a flood of honey-like oil.
"Oh, please – now suck my cunt. Work my tits with your hands and eat my pussy at the same time. It's steaming hot already, and I want to feel your tongue."
Eric soon forgot the bump on his head, the dull ache fading inside. This lusty bitch was arching her back, offering him her sultry cunt gash, swaying back and forth before his eyes.
He nibbled first on her dense thatch of curls, rocking his blond head up and down. The root of each pussy hair must have been tied to a sensitive nerve. Jo thought she might scream from the pleasure that came with each nipping tug.
Then he reached out his tongue, sliding it down the length of her cunt slot. He hooked in at the bottom and ran it back up, parting the outer lips and teasing the soft pink ring inside.
"Hunnngh!" Jo gasped. She loved to have her pussy licked. Tracy was the first to teach her that pleasure, then Dick and now this hungry bronze giant. "Stab your tongue into me, fuck me with it! Whip my pussy and fill it with boiling oil!"
He did as she asked, but only to satisfy his own lewd hunger for the taste of cunt. He fucked his tongue in and out, reaching in a little further with each stroke, hooking it sharply as he dragged it back.
"Hhhhooo, shit!" The tip of his curved tongue teased the roof of her soft cunt cave. She clamped and squeezed, trying to hold him in a fleshy vise of damp muscle.
But Eric slipped his tongue out to the clenched mouth of her slot, and when that tightened, he stabbed back in again. "Grungh! Haaaagh! Hhhmmm!" Jo chanted in a breathy voice.
Eric increased the speed of his tongue fucking, plunging deep and drawing back, whipping her anxious pussy, into a frenzy. Spasms of extreme joy pumped fuck butter up from the depths for him to taste.
"Now I want your cock," she moaned. "God, Eric – you've got me so hot! Fuck me deep with your long prick. Shove it in me. Make it hurt! Fuck me. Now, please. Fuck me!"