A fresh spurt of come from the tip of Jake's long prick splattered over the open mouth of Betsy's pussy. Her ass still throbbing with pain, she kept writhing on the ground, moaning mindlessly. From the direction of the other tree came the helpless lustful moans of her sister, her own cunt spasming with climax around the incredibly thick stump of Bob's prick.
At last the blonde captive managed to open her eyes. Then she stared in astonishment. Grappling with the half-naked Jake was her brother, Jack.
Coe's eyes were open as her cunt exploded with orgasm. Bob's cock shot jism up her pussy with unbelievable force. The rough bark of the tree had almost scraped her bare ass raw. Bob's hands were locked around her waist, pushing her down even more firmly on the fat column of his cock. His lean chest crushed her inflated nipples deep into the pillowy masses of her tits.
The older girl gaped at the sight that met her gaze. Dashing suddenly from the cover of the stand of scrub oaks, her twin brother had grabbed the scruffy bearded Jake even as the smaller man's prick blasted his hot come into Betsy's butthole. Coe heard her sister shriek as Jake's lengthy cock was ripped from her ass, saw the white arc of jism that squirted onto the girl's virgin pussy. Her own heart soared. They were saved! Yet she couldn't stop coming, couldn't control the unnatural passions that set her pussy aflame, fuelled by the size and hardness of Bob's cock. She was being raped, but she was still in the midst of the most cataclysmic orgasm of her life.
Fucking his jism into his auburn-haired captive's cunt, Bob was dimly aware of the commotion behind him. Yet he couldn't even turn his head to look. Coe's cunt exerted a death-grip on his giant cock, sucking come relentlessly from his hairy balls as the tied-up girl squirmed in ecstasy. He shoved his hands between their bodies to knead the full cherry-tipped globes of her tits. She moaned in renewed passion and tossed her glorious hair from side to side.
Jack Mason had a brawny bare arm around Jake's neck. "God damn you, you filthy bastards!" he was shouting. "I'll show you!"
Jake's cock stood almost comically from his crotch, slightly bowed, while jism dribbled from its tip and down its tremendous length.
The flaming agony in Betsy's ass slowly subsided to an insistent ache. The involuntary motion of her ass on the pine carpet ceased. Her tits rising and falling to the rhythm of her panicked breathing, she watched the drama unfold.
Jack seemed to be trying to choke Jake. With the advantage of size and complete surprise he almost succeeded. Jake clawed at his arm, his face purpling within the thicket of his beard. Then his toes dug a hold in the soft black earth beneath the needle carpet, his thigh muscles tensed, and he jackknifed in the middle with a convulsive heave.
Jack went sailing over his head. The young man tucked in his head and tried to roll. A protruding root caught his shoulder and threw him off. He landed hard.
Bob, by this time, had turned his head and seen what was going on behind him. But his cock was still firing an undiminished stream of jism into Coe's still-coming cunt, and he couldn't disengage himself front his fuck-hold on the girl's pussy.
Shaking his head, Jack tried to rise.
Jake was on his feet. His half-deflated cock waggling before him, he took three shuffling steps forward and kicked. Jack on the side of his head. The youth rolled over and lay still.
"Noooo!" Betsy screamed, tenor for her brother abruptly overriding the pain in her tortured asshole. "You've killed my brother!"
Jake just turned and looked at her.
Bob's prick pulsed hugely and spat a final wad of jism up Colleen's cunt. His prick instantly started to shrink. The girl's pussy sucked tentatively at it in a few final moments of her own orgasm. Then he pulled back his hips. His cock slipped out of the oozing mess of Coe's pussy. A thick stream of his come mingled with the clear juice of her pussy and ran from the slack pink lips of her cunt and down her thighs. He let go of her waist and stepped back.
Colleen's ass slid agonizingly down the side of the tree to the earth. For a moment she sat, stunned with horror and the aftermath of passion, staring at her unmoving brother while jism and cuntjuice slobbered from her cunt and dripped to the pink carpet.
"Hell, he's all right," Bob said after a brief inspection. His cock hung between his hairy thighs, its size scarcely diminished from what it was when erect with lust. "Old Jake knows what he's doing. He's a Black Belt."
Jake was looking around in disgust. "Shit, we used up all our rope tying the pussy to the trees," he said. "Loan me your belt, will you?"
"Why not use your own?" Bob asked, but he bent to unthread his leather belt from the loops of his grimy jeans.
"I got a use for it." He picked Jack up by the armpits and dragged him over to a third three, somewhat slimmer than the others. He propped the semiconscious young man against it, looped Bob's belt around it and tied Jack's elbows to the trunk. Then he slapped the young man across the face.
Jack's head rocked to the side. His eyes opened, wandered for a moment, focussed. They were the same startling green as his twin sister's. Fraternal twins, they looked a good deal alike – tall, trim bodied, skin tanned by long exposure to the mountain sun, their hair red-brown.
A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Betsy sprawled on the ground with come trickling from her asshole, and the all but naked Colleen sobbing against her own tree.
"You won't get away with it," he said. He was instantly ashamed of his own lack of originality, but somehow it seemed the only thing to say.
Jake laughed. He'd picked up his own pants was pulling his belt free. It was hand-tooled, thicker leather than Bob's, with a massive cast brass head the shape of a beer company trademark.
"Sure, we can," he said. "Me and my partner's gotten away with a lot already… ain't that so, Bob?"
Bob grunted. He had wandered over and lowered his skinny ass to the ground beside Betsy. The slim blond lay frozen with horror and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. His blunt prick stuck straight out from his groin, level with the forest floor.
Overhead a jay squawked raucously. Jake glanced up, then back at Jack Mason. "You oughtn't jump on people from behind, Son. It's bad manners. As a responsible adult, I think it's my bound duty to teach you better."
Jack snarled at him. "Go ahead, you son of a bitch! Do anything you want to me. See what good it does you."
Jake shook his head. "I'll do whatever I want, all right," the said. "But not to you. You're a strong buck, and if I wasn't older and smarter than you, you might just've had me. No… you, I'll leave alone. But you can watch what Bob and I do to these hot little sisters of yours as a lesson in not getting in the way of your betters."
Roaring with rage, Jack threw himself forward. The belt held – he all but dislocated his shoulders in his furious attempt to get free. The boughs of the tree rattled impressively, but it was all too clear he had no chance of preventing these evil men from having their way with his captive sisters.
Bob had unbuttoned Betsy's flannel shirt and smoothed it open. Her tits rose like scoops of vanilla ice cream, snow-white. Her pure white bra seemed barely enough to contain them.
The girl lay perfectly still. Her ass-channel still pulsed with pain. To have her hopes raised by Jack's sudden appearance and then just as suddenly dashed had numbed her to the point where she could do nothing.
There was nothing to do, anyway. Her hands were tied. All she could do was lie there and hope her tormentors weren't too harsh with her.
"You really have a beautiful little body," Bob said. He ran his forefingers up under the twin cups of her bra.
Betsy sucked in her breath as his fingers rubbed the bare skin of her jugs. Slowly he pulled upwards. She gasped as she felt the bra straps straining, cutting into her back. They snapped.
Her tits were bared to the redheaded man's lustful gaze. "Oh, yeah," he said, grin broadening. "Nice tits."
They were nice tits. Each was round and perfect, white-tinged with a hint of healthy pink, shiny-skinned and taut. Her nipples were pale confections, slim nubbins inflated and quivering with fearful anticipation.
Betsy closed her eyes as he ran his hands over her tits. His palms rubbed her taut nipples.
"Ahh," she said. Despite herself, she enjoyed the touch. Unlike the searing, ramrodding rape of her ass by Jake's long cock, Bob's hands felt exquisitely good on her tits. It was something she'd never experienced before.
Coe Mason sat with her back to the tree. Her wrists were fled together behind the trunk. Her head was slumped to one side. Her jugs bobbled to the tempo of her sobbing. She was miserable. Her world had abruptly come crashing down in ruin, starting when the two unkempt strangers had burst from the brush and dragged her off her horse as she rode, peaceful and unsuspecting, along a familiar forest trail. She had gotten her poor innocent sister embroiled in the nightmare, and now her brother, strong and brave, was trapped as inextricably as they.
There was no more hope. All that remained was despair.
But there was something more, as well. Her only warning was an angry bee-buzz. Then Jake's heavy belt caught her full across the tits, and she realized what else remained to her and her hostage family – pain.
It was a pain like none she'd ever experienced. Her mouth flew open, but for a handful of thudding heartbeats no sound came out. The sudden flare of hideous agony in her delicate, nerve-filled tits had robbed her of her voice.
Her boobs seemed to inflate with agony. Finally, the scream came, building low in her throat and rising to shake the birds from the treetops: "Uhhhhaaa!"
Betsy snapped out of her fog. She tried to wriggle her tits out of Bob's increasingly frenzied grip. "What's happening? What're you doing to my sister?"
Her brother, sitting and facing his twin, knew exactly what had been done to her. His heart broke as he looked at the flawless fruit of her jugs going puffy and discolored from the crushing impact of the belt.
"You bastards!" he screamed. "You filthy, shit eating bastards! I'll pay you back if it's the last thing I do!"
Jake looked at the boy. He sighed wearily. "Son, you just don't learn. There's none so blind as them that will not see." He hefted the belt. The tip dangled in front of Coe's eyes and she stared at it as if hypnotized. "Didn't I tell you to watch your manners? And didn't I tell you what would happen if you didn't?"
The belt lashed out. It landed flat on Colleen's left jug, digging deep into resilient titflesh. Her head snapped back and thudded against the tree trunk.
Betsy was thrashing almost as frantically as when Jake's prick had been rampaging in her butthole. Concern for her sister made her forget her own predicament. "Leave her alone! Don't hurt Coe!"
Bob shook her head. "I'm not doing a thing to your sister," he said. "It's that brother of yours. If he'd just settle clown, Jake wouldn't have to keep whipping off her."
The blonde heard the meaty thunk of the belt slapping a tender tit. Coe's answering shriek was piercing. Betsy moaned, feeling her sister's agony as her own.
A shadow fell across her face. Something rubbery and moist prodded her lips. An almost unbelievably rank aroma assailed her nostrils. She opened her eyes.
Bob had swung himself so that he was sitting astride her naked body, his ass hovering above her tits. He was trying to stick his half-erect prick into her mouth.
She clamped her lips and turned her face aside.
Bob grabbed her chin. "C'mon, baby, suck on my old dick awhile," he begged. "Your nasty sister got it all gooey. Why don't you lick it clean?"
Horrified, the girl shot a sidelong glance at his prick. It was shiny and redolent with the oils of her sister's cunt, smeared with drops of congealing come. The skinny man rubbed the rounded head against her cheek. She could feel his pulse through his slimy cock.
Jake stood watching as Bob tried to get the girl to open her mouth for his prick. "You want me to touch her up some, Bob?"
"Oh no, don't do that." From the tone of his voice it sounded as if he didn't approve his friend's penchant for cruelty. But he kept trying to thrust his cock between Betsy's reluctant lips, just the same.
Coe opened her eyes and saw what was happening. Despite the agony that burned in her tits she felt a surge of indignation. "Stop that! Leave my sister alone!"
The bearded man looked back at her. Her tits were crisscrossed with wide red welts. He snapped his wrist. His belt snaked forward and its very tip flicked the nipple of Coe's left boob like a whip cracking.
The leather cut her nipple like a knife. Coe screamed: "Oh, God!"
Betsy's mouth flew open in horror. Bob shoved forward with his hips. The head of his cock invaded the blonde girl's mouth.
"Mmmmph!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled by the huge cock plugged into her face. Then the favor of cock, come, and pussy oil hit her at once.
She squirmed, trying to twist her raw-rubbed wrists free of the rope that held them. Her tongue pushed fruitlessly against the gooey tip of Bob's prick, trying to force it from her mouth.
"Oh, yeah!" Bob cried happily. "That's it, sweetheart! Tongue my cock good!" He grabbed a handful of blonde hair and began to drive his prick into her mouth with deliberate slowness, savoring the way her wet, if unwilling, mouth took in his rock-hard cock.
The underside of his cock rasped over Betsy's tongue. The taste of his prick was unbearable. The idea of having a man's cock in her mouth, especially that of someone who'd helped tie her to a tree and was forcibly raping her mouth, was horrible enough. But to have to accept a cock smeared with jism and the juice of her own sister's pussy – it was unthinkable!
The hinges of her jaw seemed to creak. The fantastic width of Bob's cock was forcing her jaws farther and farther apart. Her eyes were filled with tears again at the strain.
Then the cockhead forged past the back of her mouth and into her throat. She gagged.
"Oh, God!" Bob yelled, and he drilled the rest of his prick straight into her face.
Coe was shrieking as a veritable rain of blows descended upon her tits. Side to side, up and down, angling across one mound of titflesh and then another, Jake whipped the tied-up teenager's boobs. Colleen's tits had always been exquisitely sensitive to pleasure. Now she was discovering they were equally receptive to pain.
"No, no, nooo! Stop! Please stop!" Her voice was as small and tremulous as a little girl's, peaking with every blow of the belt into a shrill wail of torment.
She felt as if the leather was flaying the very skin from her protruding boobs. Her nipples were taut and ripe as though in response to a lover's lips. But the kiss of leather had them singing a song of agony.
Then the whipping stopped. In the sudden stillness the only sounds that came to Coe's ears were her own uneven breathing and desperate gurgling noises as her baby sister choked on the log of cock stuffed down her throat.
"Oh, God, it hurts," she whimpered. "My tits hurt so bad!"
Pine needles rustled. Jake had come up to stand right in front of her. Heat from his rampant slender prick washed over her tear-streaked face.
His cock was pressed flat against her cheek like an iron bar as he bent his knees and lifted her, his cock bobbling to thump against a sore tit.
"Uhhh!" she cried at the touch. Salty sweat and come drying on his prick stung her puffy titflesh.
He lifted the girl easily, though she was an inch or two taller than he. But he only raised her far enough for her to tuck her feet in under her. Then he let her back down so that her bare ass rested on her heels.
Her pussy came open slightly, drooling a thin stream of come onto the backs of her calves.
Now with his knees slightly bent, Jake had his cock in the deep slightly humid furrow between the girl's big tits. She felt his pulse hammering where her whipped titflesh came in contact with his cock. He reached down and put his palms on the outsides of her abused boobs. The sweat on his hands burned her tits like acid.
She bit her lip as he pushed her tits together, molding them around the rigid bar of his prick.
The pain had died to a dull glow, but now it raged to full flaming life again.
"Ever had your tits fucked before, baby?" Jake asked, smiling lewdly down at his captive's upturned face. She shook her head, unable to speak. "Well then, it's high time, ain't it?"
He started working his hips in a rocking motion. His cock slid down her chest, into the dark tunnel between her jugs.
"Owwwww," she whined. The friction of the almost-dry cock between her whipped inflamed tits was pure agony. And as the small man's lust grew his hands clasped her boobs tighter and tighter, crushing them painfully.
His cock slid back between her boobs. She tilted her head down, watching the pallid head of his prick emerge from the fleshy paradise of her tits like a snake from its hole. His cock rose until its head poked her chin, then withdrew back between her burning tits.
Jake began to fuck Coe's tits with slow powerful strokes. He could feel her body tense as the agony of her whipped boobs was increased by the pressure of his hands and the friction of his cock. He squeezed the pliant titflesh this way and that, making the big globes of Coe's boobs conform to the contours of his stiff prick. It was like having an extra-agile pussy wrapped around his cock – only better, because he could control the way the soft titflesh pressed on his sliding cock. The dryness didn't bother him – it seemed to add to the sensitivity of his prick.
It added to the lovely girl's torment, too, and inflicting pain on beautiful, helpless, naked teenaged girls turned him on more than anything else in the world.
It was a miracle Coe clung to her sanity in those awful moments. She was vaguely aware of muffled protests from her sister as Bob fucked her reluctant face with that vast cock of his. But Coe had no time to worry about her baby sister now. She couldn't think of anything except the anguish in her tits.
Even if her boobs hadn't just been beaten with animalistic savagery, the rape of her tits would have hurt. Done gently and soothingly by a kind and thoughtful lover, it probably would have gotten her off in an incredible way. She loved having her tits sucked or licked or played with. But Jake's hands were like talons, clawing and crushing the tender mounds of her jugs. The insides of her boobs, already sore from Jake's belt, were being rubbed raw by the incessant to-and-fro fucking of the bearded man's cock.
Jake moaned. God, this was nice! He could feel the girl trembling with the pain. Tears streamed from her eyes and dripped like molten wax onto the head of his cock every time he poked it above her once-snowy tits. Her boobs were sweet and warm and soft, her skin seeming to cling teasingly to his hard prick.
Suddenly his fingers dug deep pale pits in her boobs.
"Yiii!" she yelped as they tote at her succulent titflesh.
Jake's hips moved in a blur of lustful motion. His cockhead jabbed rhythmically against the girl's chin.
Dimly Coe heard her brother's helpless cursing, heard Betsy squeal with fresh vigor. The redheaded man was probably spewing come down her throat. There was nothing Coe could do for her. She could tell that her own tormentor was about to get off from brutally ravishing her poor, titflesh.
Then Jake bellowed like a rutting elk and his upward-thrusting prick sprayed jism all over her chin in a hot acrid, stream.