She hung by the wrists from a rough timber beam in a dank, stone-walled room. Her arms and shoulders ached, and she could hardly breathe. Ronny leaned against the wall opposite her, smirking demonically and slowly masturbating his enormous cock.
"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?"
"That would spoil all the fun," Ronny said. "I want you alive and kicking. I've been waiting a long for this… three fucking years. Never thought you'd show up here, though. It's too good to be true. Fucking crazy."
Sister Bernice closed her eyes, praying that when she opened them again she'd find herself lying on her bed at the convent, this nightmare over with.
"Your tits are bigger," Ronny said. "And your cherries, too. Christ, they're like fat red poker chips. All full of sexy bumps. And your nipples are as big as fingertips." He smacked his lips, and suddenly his burning mouth was wrapped around her left nipple and he was sucking it fiercely.
Sister Bernice writhed, twisted, gasping for breath. Her brother's teeth seemed electrically charged. Her cunt contracted repeatedly as he sucked, her womb almost cramping. To her disgust, she felt a trickle of hot cuntjuice slowly descending the inner surface of her left thigh.
Her brother growled as he sucked on her tits. He sounded like a dog guarding a piece of meat while he devoured it. His teeth nearly snapped her nipples off, and she screamed. He laughed, biting harder, biting her all over her tits. The filthy cream gushed out of her pussy. Disgusting feelings shot all the way down to her clutching toes. She didn't want to feel this way, her pain transformed into pleasure. She twisted, kicked out, clawed her brother's legs with her toenails.
"I hate you!" she snarled. "Hate you, hate you!"
Ronny stepped back, laughing so hard that his washboard abdomen looked as if it were cramping.
"No ya don't," he said. "Ya love me. You're crazy about me. You think my prick is pretty. You're wild about it. All you want is to have my prick plugged up your pussy – and to stay in there forever."
She spat at him, hitting him in the chest. Her spit dripped from his right nipple. He flexed his pectorals, smiled wickedly at her.
"Looks like you need some taming, Sister. Let me show ya how they try and tame the studs around this hellhole. Correction – how they used to try and tame the studs. From now on, the pricks'll be doing all the taming." He selected one of three leather straps that were dangling from pegs in the stone wall. It was the widest strap of the three, at least four inches wide. He raised his arm and cracked the strap savagely against the wall.
Sister Bernice winced and jerked, swaying in small circles from the ceiling beam. "Ronny, there's no need for that," she whispered, trying to smile, trying to appeal to whatever instincts of brotherly love yet remained in him. "I know you're really not a bad guy."
Ronny turned on her. "You're outa your fucking mind." He circled around to the side of her and raised his arm again.
"Ronny, no!"
"Ronny, yes!" He swung the strap, cracking it across her ass.
Sister Bernice jerked, grunted, twisted frantically. The sound the strap made was worse, however, than the pain she felt. It was a searing flash, intense for a second, then spreading in hot tingles through the flesh of her asscheeks.
"Ronny, yes!" He strapped her again, on exactly the same spot.
She shrieked, a wave of fire spreading through her leg.
The strap fell again, this time ripping at her other asscheek. She was still screaming – as much with terror as with pain – when the next crack came, this one across her middle back.
She nearly passed out. It felt as if the red hot tongs of a blacksmith had been drawn across her back.
Ronny swung at her as she twisted and kicked and swayed. He tanned her lower back, cracking the strap across her ass again and again and again. She ceased to feel the individual blows to her ass. All painful sensation became one generalized mass of throbbing fire. Her ass felt as if it had swelled to twice its usual size, and it was all heat, all pulsation.
Ronny cast aside the strap. "Christ," he said, "look at ya. Fuck cream running down your legs like paste. You're dying for it, ain't ya?" He removed a butcher knife from where it hung from a peg on the wall and pushed up a short wooden stool next to her. Then he got up and began to saw at the ropes that hung her.
The ropes gave suddenly, and Sister Bernice found herself bouncing on her feet, then folding up and collapsing into the straw beneath her. Her wrists were still bound, only the ropes that had been attached to the beam were severed. Ronny got down over her and he sat on her tits. His cock throbbed against her nose.
It was happening again, that night of three years ago. Only it would be worse this time… much worse.
Ronny's prick looked unbelievably huge. His cockhead was as big and purple as an overripe delicious apple. The veins that were gnarled around it reminded her of swollen blue rivers. His balls appeared as large as eggs now, and they rolled like a pair of prowling sharks in their bulging brown sac. His nuts had a smell that she could only liken to the smell of a bull, or to the smell of a bull's nuts. His crotch reeked.
He shifted forward, let his balls drape over the bridge of her nose, pressing his sweaty crotch to her mouth. "Start licking, bitch. Give my balls a tongue-bath."
He had bristly yellow hairs down there now, and they scoured at her lips. She had no choice but to start licking. She knew that if she resisted, he'd sit with his full weight on her face and smother her to death.
The smell and taste of his crotch gagged her at first, and she felt dizzy from it, as if she were sniffing airplane glue. She licked blindly, lapping the sweat off his ass, tasting his balls, flapping her tongue this way and that. Ronny sighed, jerking slowly on his prick. His balls continued to twist and roll in their sac, and they hummed against her tongue as if they contained electric turbines. He moved up farther suddenly, sliding the shit-smelling asshole over her nose. She gagged. This was more than she could stand.
"Lick it out, bitch."
Bernice held her breath, bit her lips. She wouldn't do it. He could smother her to death, but she would not lick his asshole. Death would be a merciful relief anyway.
"I told you to eat out my shitter, cunt face!"
She would not do it.
He acted as she expected, settling down with all his weight on her face. Her nose dipped into his asshole. She felt a pulse beat.
"Lick it out, damn it!" He twisted, grinding his ass into her nose and mouth.
Her lungs ached, burned. She would not do it. This was the end. It felt as if her head were going to explode. She started to black out.
And then she was sucking, sucking fiercely, straining for air, any air. She moaned, writhing frantically, her mouth wide open and sucking.
"That's more like it!" Ronny raised up slightly and air rushed into her lungs.
She almost laughed at how good it felt to breathe again. Her tongue slipped into her brother's asshole and he sighed. She shoved her tongue in deep, fucking it in and out, probing at his musky shitter hole. It felt so good to breathe again that she didn't care anymore about what she was being forced to do. Life was all that mattered.
Her brother moved backward and sat on her tits again. His prick pounded her nose. It was heavy and as dense as lead. Fucklube dripped onto bet forehead. She began to lick and nibble at his prick without being ordered to do so.
"Make love to it," Ronny said. "Worship it. From now on, prick is your God."
His words would only torment her further.
She slurped loudly, lapping up and down his gigantic cock, her tongue rippling over the bloated veins of his cockshaft. His prick had a salty, meaty flavor that was not quite as unpleasant as she had remembered or imagined. Thank God he was circumcised, or she might have vomited.
"Enough licking. Now give it a blowjob." He raised up on his hands and knees over her and lowered his throbbing prick to her mouth.
She felt the incredible heat of his cockhead against her lips. His pisshole was wide open and fucklube dripped into her mouth. It had a salty, sap-like taste, and it was sticky and hot. As his enormous fuckrod filled her mouth and slid down into her throat, she experienced the fear once again that she was going to choke to death. And her jaws would surely dislocate, and her lips would tear. His prick was so much larger than it had been three years ago. As he started to slide in and out, to fuck her throat, she felt a painful pressure in her skull.
"Ahhh, this is so much better than my hand," Ronny said, working his cock in and out of her face. "I don't never wanna use my hand again… and I won't ever have to, now that I got your throat, and your other fuckholes."
Shut up, she thought, sucking loudly in an attempt to block out the sound of his voice.
Her jaws were on fire. She gagged as his prickhead slid over her tonsils.
"Know what? This is the way Dad used to give it to Mom. I used to watch him through the keyhole. He used to get up over her like this and pump the shit outa her face. But then one day she claimed she was gonna get the law down on him if he ever tried it again, cause she'd just found out that it was against the law to suck prick. Can you believe that – against the law? Fuck!" He screwed down into Sister Bernice's throat until his hairy groin scoured her nose. "Suck it, law-breaker. Suck it!"
Sister Bernice gagged. Spit welled up out of her mouth, leaking between her tightly stretched lips and her brother's sliding cock, and running down her cheeks. Ronny's prick plunged in and out, his prickhead filling her throat like a fist. His massive fuckrod was as hard as steel and incredibly hot. Sister Bernice tried to relax her jaws, but it was impossible. Her brother's cock was just too damn big.
"That's why he ran off, ya know. The old lady stopped putting out. Wouldn't let him hardly fuck her pussy anymore, let alone grind out her throat. Fuck that, he said, and off he went. I woulda run off myself. To hell with that fucking bitch! What's a wife for?"
Sister Bernice couldn't help but listen to him. She didn't believe him, though. Her father must have left them for some other reason. She couldn't believe that Mom had ever sucked prick, couldn't believe that Dad had ever been as wicked and filthy as Ronny, forcing Mom to blow his cock. For a moment she saw a vision of her father mounted on her mother's face, the way Ronny was mounted on hers now, and the image sickened her.
"Use your tongue on it a little, ya lazy bitch. Wiggle it up and down the bottom side. Grease my magic spot with spit. Lick it just under the head. Come on, bitch, lick!"
Sister Bernice hadn't the faintest idea what her brother was talking about, but she followed his orders, licking his prickhead just under the knob. His prick responded by swelling and hardening and throbbing, and she increased her stimulation, churning her wet tongue faster and harder.
"Ohhh, fuck, that's wild! Goddamn! Shit!" He rammed his cock down her throat, worked his prickhead back and fondle against her tonsils, pulled it most of the way out and ordered her to lick it under the head some more. Then he fucked in again and pulled out. "Lick, damn you, lick! Oh, Christ!"
Sister Bernice whimpered, sucking and licking blindly and frantically. She was choking, gagging, her tongue flapping and churning continuously. She could no longer tell when his prick was buried in her throat or pulled halfway out. He was fucking her mouth too fast. He was going to choke her to death. Her nose already felt as if it was broke, and she could taste blood trickling back into her throat from her nasal cavities at the same time that blood trickled out of her nostrils.
"Ahhh, uhhh!" her brother grunted, humping her face like a wild bull. "Oh, ah, shit!" His washboard belly snaked and danced as he fucked her mouth, and suddenly he arched back, becoming motionless for a moment. His prick flexed powerfully, almost lifting Sister Bernice's head off. "Ahhhh!" he bellowed. "Ohhhhh!" His prick vibrated, its sizzling cum spurting down her choking throat.
Her head filled with the scent and taste of stud-cum. It was potent, causing her eyes to water. Her lips tingled, as if some of the fuck sensations gripping her brother's cock were being leaked into them. She was acutely-aware of the surging strength of her brother's cock. It pulsed in her mouth like an enormous heart, raging with heat and energy, firing its molten fuck-cream down her gullet.
Her brother braced his hands on her forehead, using her head like some kind of jackoff toy as he spurted his fuck load into her belly.
[missing text] quavering and pained. "Suck it all out. Yeah, eat it. Oh, Jesus Christ!"
When it was over, he sat back on her tits, his fuckrod drooping slightly, though losing none of its size. His cock throbbed up and down, his prickhead kissing her chin, its pisshole open and oozing out, a few last white gobs of jism.
"Well, lick it off, you bastard! Eat them pearls."
Sister Bernice flicked the plump cum drops off with the tip of her tongue and swallowed them.
Ronny shoved his prickhead into her mouth. "Wrap your lips around it and hold it tight," he ordered. "You let it go and I guarantee ya two black eyes."
He smirked down at her, and his prick gave a slight jerk. Suddenly his piss was streaming into her mouth.
Sister Bernice choked, her throat burning with the stinking acrid fluid. Some of ft ran out of her mouth and down the sides of her cheeks.
"Hold it!" Ronny snapped. "Don't let the head go. Drink my piss, you Goddamn slut. Three fucking years I spend in this hellhole because of you. You're gonna pay for it, slut. You're gonna pay for every Goddamn second of it."
The piss streamed out of him endlessly, and Sister Bernice swallowed and swallowed, a glug-glug sound coming from her throat. Her mouth was raw from the brutal rutting of her brother's cock, and the piss seared the raw areas like acid.
Stop, she pleaded internally. Oh, God stop! He seemed to be pissing quarts. Her stomach was tilling with piss and she felt nauseated.
Ronny sat on her tits, a satisfied expression on his face, his blue eyes glowing. His half hard prick quivered in her mouth, his endless load of piss gushing out of it. When he finally finished, he dragged his enormous cock out and banged it back and forth across her face. As he beat the remaining piss out of his cock, his huge piece of fuckmeat began to harden again. Within seconds it was standing up out of his loins at a menacing forty-five-degree angle.
"Enough playing around," he said, grabbing his cock and slowly listing it. "Time to get down to business. Time to get down to some hard-assed fucking."