Mike untied his stepmother, then turned her onto her stomach. While he straddled the middle of her back and kept her from struggling, he attached the ropes again, knotting the hemp to the corners of the bed. When he was sure she couldn't escape, he crawled backward and knelt between her legs.
"I never really knew just how pretty you were," he said, letting his gaze move over the soft angles of her body. "Dad sure knows how to pick them."
"Please let me go," Wanda said, her face buried in the pillow. "Can't we just stop before it goes too far?"
"Too far?" Mike laughed. "Hell, we've just started."
Wanda shivered with cold terror. Until now, their abuse had been mostly physical. Something told her they were about to work on her mentally – try to break her emotionally.
The idea of spanking her! It was outrageous!
"Such a sweet, little ass," Mike said, sliding his palms over the rounded mounds of her asscheeks. "Too bad I gotta beat it real bad."
Wanda began sobbing, still unable to comprehend what was happening. No matter what she'd done, she certainly didn't deserve this humiliation. And a new, even more terrifying thought occurred to her. She wouldn't be able to tell Stan what had happened.
After all, what could I say? she reasoned. That his two sans tied me up and raped me, then chain-fucked me. And, oh yes, I almost forgot – I got spanked.
If it weren't so dreadful, it might even be funny.
The awful part, however, would be the look in Stan's eyes. He would always wonder if she'd led them on, if she had somehow enjoyed the ordeal. And what would her answer be to that?
Well, I did have a couple of climaxes, Stan darling, but I didn't mean to. I just couldn't help myself, you see…
"Oh, God, I wish I were dead," she whispered softly, feeling tears sting her eyes.
"Oh, now, Mommy," Mike mocked. "You ain't supposed to start crying until I spank you."
"You… bastard," Wanda hissed, her mind flooding with anger.
"Aw, shut the fuck up," Mike said, slapping her hard across the ass.
"Ouch!" Wanda screamed out, throwing her head back.
Mike hit her again, causing her to flinch with pain. And as he watched the print of his hand come into view on her delicate flesh, his eyes widened with sadistic lust. He lifted his hand and struck her ass again, the sound echoing off the walls of the bedroom.
"Hurts! Stop!" Wanda panted, her body on fire with pain and humiliation.
"You hurt me with that whip, you know," Mike said, his gaze burning into her ass. "You hurt me like this?" He slapped her ass again, even harder.
Wanda went limp and moaned loudly into the pillow. Christ, haven't I suffered enough? she wondered. Is there no end to this terrible degradation?
"And now for some hot ass-fucking," Mike said, spreading her ass cheeks.
When he saw the puckered, pink opening of her shitter, he licked his lips.
"Don't think that chain did much good. Your ass is all closed up again. Want me to stick it back in?"
"No!" Wanda screamed, freezing with cold terror.
"OK, you've got a choice, baby. My big cock or the chain. Take your pick."
The fire or the frying pan, Wanda thought humorlessly.
"Your… cock," she said finally. "Beg me for it," Mike said, his voice a deep growl. "Tell me how much you want me to stick my prick up your ass, whore."
"No, you bastard!" Wanda spat. "Then it's the chain, I guess," Mike chuckled, reaching to the side of the bed.
"No… please," Wanda said, almost choking on her words. "Your cock, not the chain. OK, OK! Please fuck me with your cock, you sonofabitch. Is that what you want to hear? Please, motherfucker!"
"With feeling, bitch," Mike said. "Lots and lots of feeling. Tell me how much you're gonna love getting ass-fucked."
"I'm going to love it," Wanda said, her voice a monotone. "I'm going to love having your big cock up my ass. Please fuck me with your cock. Fuck your prick in my ass."
"I said with feeling, Goddammit!" Mike roared, slapping her ass again.
"Ohhhhhhh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me with your cock in my ass! Give it to me!" Wanda screamed out, feeling pain stab into her ass like needles.
"Much better," Mike said, crushing down against her body.
He squirmed his ass around, letting his cockhead slide over her shitter opening. After a few seconds, he lifted his body, then plunged back down, driving the entire slab of his cock into her asshole.
"Mmmmmmm, so fucking much better," he grunted, kissing the soft strands of red hair at the back of her neck.
Wanda couldn't believe that anything could be so painful when she felt his cock pound into her asshole. Although the chain hadn't caused any real damage, it had certainly bruised her cunt walls, making his prickshaft feel as if it were wrapped in sandpaper. Because of the agony, her body was tensed, causing even more friction.
Just relax, she told herself. If you don't, you might never survive. And you do want to survive, if only to get, back at him.
"God, baby, you don't know how fucking good this feels," Mike said, reaching under her body and clawing at her tits with his nails.
"Sweet shitter to fuck…"
As his voice trailed off to a hungry grunt, he began kneading her tits and kissing the back of her neck with his warm mouth. At the same time, he began fucking his cock slowly in and out of her asshole.
Wanda wondered how long this torture would take. Five minutes? Ten? But did it matter? Every second seemed an eternity of pure hell.
"Just relax a little, and you might enjoy it," Mike said, feeling her ass muscles clutch at his cock. "Don't you like young, hot prick fucking you, Ma?"
Wanda exhaled loudly and forced her muscles to loosen. When they did, the pain began melting slowly away. Finally, as she lay like a rag doll beneath his huge, hulking frame, she even felt a slight tingle of pleasure.
She knew she should fight it. If she enjoyed this fuck in the least, it somehow justified what they were doing. But she couldn't enjoy it. The pain was just so horrible.
"Mmmmmmm, now you've got it," Mike said, feeling her shit canal flutter around his cock. "Let's fuck together, Mom. Move your ass with [missing text]."
With great care, to avoid the return of pain, Wanda did as he asked. When he thrust his cock up her ass, she lifted it. And if she exhaled each time he fucked all the way in, her ass didn't hurt too badly.
In fact, it was beginning to feel almost as good as when he'd fucked her in the cunt. Not until now did she realize that her ass was so sensitive to pleasure.
But then it would have to be, she mused, if it was capable of experiencing so much agony. It only made sense.
"Tell me again how much you want me to fuck you," Mike said softly, kissing across her shoulder to her armpit.
"I want your cock," Wanda said, but found that she was no longer saying it just to please him.
A real part of her actually did like assfucking. Finding out that fact was shocking, but her senses were so dulled, she no longer cared.
"Yes, I want your cock bad," she repeated. "I want you to fuck me full of hot cum, you little motherfucker."
As she spoke, Mike nudged his head under her body and licked her right tit. After lapping his tongue over her silky tit mound for a few seconds, he sucked her tiny, pink nipple into his mouth. Slowly, he closed his teeth around the base and moaned, his voice vibrating against her slick tit flesh.
"Oh, that's so good," Wanda gasped, turning her body slightly to one side to give him a better angle. "Suck on my tits. Mmmmmmm, eat my nipple down. Bite my tits a little harder."
Christ, I must be going insane! she thought. Now I'm actually asking for pain!
Mike bit down, causing her lungs to explode with a fiery groan. At the same time, he lifted his ass, then crushed back down. When he did, his balls slapped noisily against the bottom of her cunt crack.
Wanda found it almost impossible to believe, but the pain his cock and teeth were creating began feeling almost as good as the pleasure they gave. It was almost as if the two emotions were the opposite sides of the same coin.
Pleasure and pain.
"Mmmmmmm, fuck me," she grunted. "Make it hurt and feel good together."
While Mike nibbled greedily on her tit, he increased the speed of his fucking. Soon, his ass was a fleshy blur, and the sounds of their bodies smacking together filled the room.
"Fuck it, whore," Mike groaned, feeling his balls thicken with a fresh load of cum. "God, take my jizz right up to your cum-sucking brains and suck my prick dry with your hot shitter."
"Faster, you bastard!" Wanda cried out, moving with him, pulling his cock deeply into her ass with her muscle contractions. "God, fuck it to me. Blow in all your hot cum and fuck me with it."
For the next several seconds, they looked like mating snakes as they molded their bodies together. Finally, Mike tensed, every muscle popping out in cords. He chewed down on her tit, almost breaking the skin.
"Unhhhhh, take it, slut!" he panted, fucking hard up her ass. "Now, you fucking cum hungry bitch!"
For a fabulous eternity, Wanda was fully aware of his cock. It pulsated, then grew rigid as steel. And as his prick tore upward, she felt the flesh of his balls tighten. An instant later, electric-like vibrations swept up the underside of his prickshaft. His cockhead ballooned, then exploded.
"Aieeeeee!" she screamed out, feeling the first, boiling load of cum splash into her ass. "Yes! Fuck me, you bull stud! Fuck me to pieces!"
Her orgasm heightened to a level she hadn't thought possible. And when it finally peaked, pleasure and pain mixed together until she couldn't tell one from the other.
"Take my jizz up here! Here! Unhhhh, here!" Mike gasped, fucking wildly in and out of her shitter.
Wanda's pleasure became so intense, she began writhing and bucking as if she were on fire. And when a final explosion of climax riddled her guts, she jerked her body up so hard, she almost threw Mike off.
"God!" she shrieked, falling limp, feeling the damp sheets cling to her body.
"Little more," Mike said, punching in the last glob of milky cum.
He squirmed his ass around, then slowly relaxed.
"There," he panted. "You got all my jizz, whore."
While Wanda lay beneath him, feeling her pleasures subside to dull throbs, reality closed in around her like darkness. My God, what have I done? she asked herself. It's one thing to be humiliated by others, but to inflict it on yourself?
But her stepsons were responsible, and that made her angry. If they hadn't done this terrible thing to her, her dark passions would have never been discovered. She could have kept on being a dutiful wife and mother, instead of craving unnatural things.
It was as if she'd ripped the flesh away from her body and seen herself in a mirror. Inside, she was riddled with disease – dark, murky filth.
"No, no, no," she murmured, closing her eyes, hating herself more than ever.
"You really liked that ass-fuck, didn't you?" Mike said sarcastically. "And here you were all the time saying you didn't. You lying bitch. I could have been in here fucking you all the time Dad was gone." He slapped her playfully on the ass. "Well, from now on when he leaves, we'll fuck like monkeys, right?"
Wanda hadn't even thought about that. If she didn't tell Stan – and she couldn't – both he and Jimmy would expect her to fuck them when their father was gone. And if Stan ever found out about that, he would probably strangle her with his bare hands.
And quite frankly, she wouldn't blame him. Everything seemed hopeless. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. She felt exactly as she had when she was a child and had taken the dare to swim across Ladder Lake. Almost totally exhausted by the time she reached the middle of the lake, she knew it would be as difficult to go back as to go on.
But could she ever go back? Already the dark urges were once more forming in her mind. She wanted to get fucked again by her stepson – to feel his hard cock spitting out all those creamy fuck juices.
She would have to tell Stan and take the consequences. If he left her, that was all there was to it. She would admit everything and take her medicine.
But she wouldn't give up without a struggle. She wasn't about to let these little pricks determine her fate. Some how, she would escape and get revenge for the horror they had inflicted on her. And the only way to do that was to keep them off guard.
"You've really made me see things in a different light," she whispered, hoping to find the words that would convince him she no longer needed to be tied up. "You're right, we could have been fucking all this time."
"You mean that?" Mike asked, suspicion in his voice.
"Of course I mean it," Wanda said, squirming beneath him. "When I first got a look at you fucking Brenda, I got so mad because she was getting your big cock and not me."
There! If he buys that, he's a bigger idiot than I think he is.
"You mean, you're not going to tell Dad?" Mike said, although he was still cautious.
"Tell him what? About us? Don't be silly. It would kill him," Wanda said. "And I love your father so much. As much as you do."
That ought to drive the point home to the little bastard, she thought.
"Mmmmm, it's getting late," Mike said, snuggling closer to her body. "Let's get some sleep now, OK?"
"OK, but can you untie me? These ropes are hurting me, and anyway, I want to suck you to sleep. Would you like that?"
"Untie you?"
"After I suck you, you can tie me back up if you want," Wanda said. "But I need my hands free to hold onto your balls while I eat your cock alive."
For the next couple of seconds, Wanda held her breath, wondering if her ruse had worked. At any rate, if it didn't work tonight, there was always tomorrow, if she could keep up this nonsense.
"OK, I could handle a good suck job before I go to sleep," Mike said, reaching for the ropes at her right hand.
Wanda didn't make a move, even after she was free. Then, after he rolled to his back, she slowly got to her side and reached out for his half-hard cock.
"Mmmm, so big and hard," she murmured, squeezing his shaft and seeing a tiny drop of cum ooze from his monstrous cockhead. "Just tell me how you like it."
"Right down your cocksucking throat," Mike said, pushing her head down to his crotch. "Every inch of my cock, baby."
He squirmed his ass around as he felt her warm mouth engulf the end of his prickshaft.
Knowing that she now had some measure of control, Wanda relaxed completely. She would suck his prick as she promised, and then, when he went to sleep…
Well, just you wait, you little prick, she thought.
His cock was fully, embedded in her throat. After holding it there for a couple of seconds, letting her tongue lick over the smooth surfaces, she slowly pulled her head up, just holding the tip of his prickshaft between her lips.
"Mmmmmmm," she gurgled, scratching her fingernails over his hairy balls, feeling them tremble to her touch. "I just love young stud to suck off."
She took a deep breath and gulped forward, letting all of his cock grind into her throat. As her lips met his curly, blue-black bush of crotch hair, she looked out of the corner of her eye, searching for some sort of weapon.
There was the lamp, of course, but the wire and the shade might make it awkward. Shoes, a picture on the wall, bookends.
When her gaze rested on the chain hanging over the side of the bed, she smiled. That will do perfectly, she thought. Somehow, it seems like poetic justice for it to be my weapon of revenge. The same chain he stuffed up my ass will knock his brains out.
"Mmmmmm," she gurgled, twisting her head around as she gobbled down on his cock.
"Wow, that feels so good," Mike said, closing his eyes.
He lifted his hands and touched the back of her head for a few seconds, then placed them behind his head. He spread his legs a little wider and lifted his hips.
"That's it, baby. Just suck on my cock like that all night."
While Wanda licked up and down his cock, she held his balls with her left hand, giving them gentle squeezes. Her right hand slowly inched across, the sheets toward the chain. Seconds later, she wrapped her fingers around the metal links.
She would have to somehow wrap the chain double, she decided, to shorten it and make it easier to strike out with. The other end, however, was on the floor, out of reach.
Still, if she did a really good job of sucking his cock, he might not notice if she shifted slightly. She quickened her movements, banging her forehead against his hairy stomach.
"Goddamn that's good," Mike grunted, pumping his ass up and down. "Oh, baby, baby, baby."
Now, Wanda thought. He's so involved with pleasure, he wouldn't know if a bomb went off. Do it now!
The taste of his cock, however, was so wonderful. It was almost like having Stan in bed with her. Maybe just a few minutes more of cocksucking. What could that hurt?
And then, when she tasted the steam of his nearing climax, she decided to finish him off and, wait for him to relax. That would be the best time, she reasoned, even though she was taking a chance that Brenda or Jimmy might walk in at any moment.
It was a chance she would have to take…
"Almost there," Mike groaned, every muscle in his body tightening. "Do it faster, cocksucker. Jesus… shit… now!"
When Wanda gulped fully downward, she felt the first molten splash of his cum bang the back of her throat. When her tonsils were milky with his jizz, it became almost impossible to concentrate on her revenge. His hot cum melted down her throat and seemed to filter through her guts, then exploded inside her pussy.
"Aaaaghhhh," she choked, drinking cum and climaxing at the same instant.
"Goddamn! Suck my cock dry, you fucking slut," Mike grunted, thrusting his cock upward, depositing the bulk of his cum-load into his stepmother's throat. "Every drop of jizz all the way down."
Wanda needed absolutely no encouragement. She sucked and pulled on his cock for all she was worth, not only because she craved the sweet cum that melted into her stomach, but because she knew the more reined he was, the better her shot would be.
"Jesus," Mike said at last, going limp with exhaustion.
Wanda held her mouth on his prick for a long while, looking upward at his closed eyes. When she was sure he was asleep, she slowly lifted her head, letting his half-hard slab of cock drop to his stomach.
Again, all the anger she had felt before flooded back into her mind. Now, you prick, she thought. Now you're gonna see what it's like.
She reached down and picked up the other end of the chain. When she held the two ends together, she sat back on her haunches, took aim, and lashed out with her full strength. The chain hit the boy's head with a clanking pop. Mike jerked his eyes open for an instant, then closed them again. His entire body went limp.
Christ, it was so easy, Wanda thought, getting quickly off the bed. She'd knocked him out with one hit. And now for the other two – which might be trickier. But, Jesus, it was going to be so sweet to knock the shit out of that Brenda.
Cautiously she padded from the room and made her way down the hall. Before she got to the living room, she paused and stuck her head around the corner.
Jimmy was kneeling on the couch, facing the back, his legs spread wide. Behind him, Brenda was on her knees, licking her tongue up and down the crack of his ass while she jacked his cock with both hands.
"Tell me when you come," Brenda murmured. "Mmmmmm, I don't want to miss any of your hot fuck cream."
"Don't worry – you're gonna get it," Jimmy grunted, squirming his ass around.
And don't you worry, you little sonofabitch, you're gonna get it, too, Wanda said to herself.
Although she was tempted to strike out at Brenda first, she knew she'd better go for Jimmy. In the time it took to hit the girl, he might react too quickly, and everything would be lost.
Taking aim as she entered the room, she lunged forward and lashed out with the chain, hitting Jimmy across the back of the head. Before she could hit Brenda, however, the girl sprung like an angry panther. Worse, Jimmy wasn't knocked out – merely stunned for a second.
"You bitch!" Brenda screamed, clawing at Wanda's body with such force, both women fell backward to the floor.
While they thrashed about, their naked bodies sliding and smacking together, their hands at each other's throats, Jimmy came back to his senses. He got off the couch and pulled them apart, then kicked Wanda in the stomach.
"You hit me, you cunt!" he roared, his eyes glinting with fury.
"Let me at her! I'll tear her eyes out," Brenda shrieked, again trying to lunge toward Wanda.
"No, you'd better go check on Mike," Jimmy said. "She might have killed him…"
Brenda gave Wanda a look of pure hatred and walked out of the room.
Alone with Jimmy, Wanda felt more fear than disappointment. He was looking at her like he wanted to strangle her or beat her to death with the chain he'd torn from her hands.
"I just wanted to get away," she said, her voice a choking groan of pain. She held her stomach where he'd kicked her. "I… I just wanted to get away."
As if in answer to her question, Mike stumbled into the room, his eyes wide with hatred. A trickle of blood seeped from a purplish wound at the side of his head.
"OK, you're really gonna pay now, bitch," he said, a vampire-like smile on his face.
"Oh, God!" Wanda cried, crawling toward the corner as he stepped toward her. "Just let me die!"
"You may get your wish, cunt," Mike said, his voice so calm it sent shivers of terror up and down Wanda's spine.
"Let me have her first," Brenda said. "I've been dying for a chance to get at her."
"OK," Mike said. "She's all yours, baby." Wanda flinched when Brenda walked over, and something told her this girl would be even worse than her two stepsons.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Wanda whispered.
"Oh, lady, it's not what I'm going to do to you," Brenda laughed humorously, "it's what you're going to do to me."
"I don't understand," Wanda said, puzzled at the girl's remark.
"Tie the bitch up," Brenda said to Mike and Jimmy. "On the floor."
Time seemed to stop for Wanda as she watched them go about tying her up. At last, she was stretched out on the floor like some sacrifice, ropes knotted about her wrists and ankles. The other ends of the hemp were attached to the furniture in a way so she could barely move. Her body was in a giant X.
"You ready?" Brenda asked, walking over and standing between Wanda's legs.
"For… what?" Wanda gasped. "You're gonna lick my pussy," Brenda said with a smile. "You're gonna suck their cum out of my cunt and lick it down."
Wanda's scream tasted of vomit.