As he watched his sister and niece fuck with the dildo, Ed went through a series of emotions. But it finally boiled down to humiliation, with his pride being rubbed like a raw nerve.
"Damned dykes," he muttered, his gaze never having left the mirror.
He had to do something, he realized, to save face. Hadn't he always been a man of action? Yeah, why should he stay miserable, feeling sorry for himself, he reasoned, when he could make those bitches over there the sorry ones for playing him for a fool?
"Eeeeyeeeeoowww!" he cried. But loud as it was, it was drowned out by something even louder, also of his making. Grabbing a heavy ashtray from the nightstand, Ed hurled it toward the ceiling, shattering the mirror into a million pieces.
The glass rained down in silver splinters. And in the glistening hail, Ed pounced from the bed, onto his stunned sister and niece. He literally tore them apart from each other. Then he tugged at the dildo until the straps gave way around Janet's loins.
"Watch this!" he snarled, as Sandra and Janet looked on with alarm.
There was a jagged piece of broken mirror nearby. Ed picked it up, using it like a knife. He hacked the dildo to pieces, laughing maniacally. By the time he was through, the pink fragments of vinyl were scattered on the floor along with the sparkling debris of the demolished mirror.
There was no way, of course, that the destructive commotion in 16-B could fail to carry through the thin walls of the motel. The people in the next room were already on the phone to the office, complaining about the disturbance. Having already heard the crash from upstairs, himself, and now aware of its course, the concerned manager was immediately out the door and dashing up to the balcony.
Pounding on 16-B, he hollered, "What the hell's going on in there? Open up!"
The door flew open at his command. But suddenly the manager wished it hadn't. The growling man who stood there had trouble written all over him. The two naked women cowering in the background certainly seemed scared out of their wits by him.
Changing his tune entirely, the frightened manager timidly stammered, "Ub, what I mean is, s-sorry to bother you, but we've had a complaint about the noise. I-I'm sure it's nothing serious, but…"
The manager was lying through his teeth, since he could see the remains of the expensive ceiling mirror all over the room, not to mention an expanding poole which leaked from the punctured waterbed. But after looking at the guy who'd answered the door, the manager wasn't keen about his broken body joining the mess on the floor.
He muttered, "Listen, I think this was all a false alarm. I'll just go back downstairs and…"
"Call the cops?" the guy at the door rumbled. It was exactly what the manager had been planning to do. Pale, he backed away on trembling legs.
"Well, if you're going downstairs, why walk?" Ed darkly laughed. "Why not fly?"
Without further warning, he picked up the manager by the neck and seat of his pants and carried him to the stairwell. Then he hurled him. Actually, the manager only flew halfway. He bounced the rest of the distance, screaming on the way down.
By now almost every motel-room door was ajar, the people inside peering out with astonishment. And up on the balcony, like King Kong, stood the violent man who'd caused it all.
"Close your damned doors and go back to your fucking!" he called to the eavesdroppers.
Not very many of them did, though. And they saw him disappear in his room for a moment, then emerge with a pair of naked women in tow. Obviously afraid of taking the same route the manager had down the stairs, they let themselves be manhandled from the balcony to the lower level. Then the guy hustled them into a station wagon, got the engine roaring, there was a screech of rubber, and the three of them were gone.
The ride from the motel plunged the station wagon and its trio of passengers deep into the black night, as the main highway was left behind in favor of an unlighted road which led into the back country. The silence inside the car was deafening, the tension mounting for the two naked women with every mile away form the city.
"Wh-where are you taking us, Uncle Ed?" Janet chocked, finally getting the nerve to speak up.
"Your uncle's thinking rape," Sandra whispered with a curious lack of emotion to Janet. "Driving us somewhere dark and lonely where he can have his way. Nothing we can do to stop him."
"Speak for yourself, Mom," Janet hissed under her breath, standing up to her mother as if it were practice fir resisting her uncle. "I'm not getting fucked unless I want to."
"Brave words, little girl," Sandra answered, her voice loud enough now for Ed to overhear. "Just don't take them too seriously – or you might get hurt."
"Your Mom knows what she is talking about," Ed added, just as he turned the car off to an even darker, more desolated road, this one unpaved.
And Janet sickeningly realized that the odds against her were two against one. It was plain, her mother had thrown in with Ed. But why? Janet was still suppose to be a virgin with man as far as her mother know. Why would a woman be willing to sacrifice her only daughter's cherry in such a brutal fashion?
There was no more time for Janet to think about it now, though, as the car lurched to a stop. She held her breath when Ed go tout and came around to the side. Once he opened the door, she planned to leap with all her strength past him and toward safety, even if it meant running naked onto the night. But she hadn't counted on her mother being so strong.
"Hole it right there, honey," Sandra hissed in Janet's ear, having just clasped her form behind in a squeezing bear hug. "You're not going anyplace."
Now Ed opened the rear door and Janet was thrust forward by her mother. Taking over, Ed wrestled her out of the car and he hauled her across a clearing to a tree. By the time he had Janet pinned against it, her mother was there with a ball of twine. "I use this to tie up old newspapers for the church recycling drive," Sandra said. "But it ought to come in handy here."
He took the twine, looping it around Janet's wrist. Soon they were bound behind the tree. Then he was at work on her ankles, lashing them into place at least a foot apart so her thighs were forcibly spread. Janet supposed she could have struggled during the process of becoming a total captive, but by now, her mother's betrayal had taken the fight out of her.
It was her mother who declared, "Perfect," when Janet was securely tied to the tree. "Never saw a girl more ready to be raped."
"Right on!" Ed horinly agreed, dropping the pants that were all he'd put on before fleeing the motel. He stroked his jutting cock with anticipation.
"No, no," she murmured, so scared that she felt something give within her. When she felt the burning trickle leak from her cunt down her inner thighs, she realized she'd just pissed from fright.
"How naughty," her mother taunted. Then Sandra turned to her brother. "Don't worry, Eddie. I'll clean up little Janet's accident for you. Don't want you getting your gorgeous cock all dirty in her filthy cunt when you rape her."
Sandra now knelt before Janet, fingering apart the girl's dripping pussylips and bringing her mouth to their open center. She licked all over, inside and outside. And her tongue, which had seemed so magical to her daughter before, scraped like sandpaper against Janet's tender pussy.
"There," Sandra slurped when she was finished. "That's as clean a cunt as this little bitch'll ever have."
Janet's cunt had never felt dirtier to her than it did now that her depraved mother had just lapped it. Worse, she could only expect that the degradation would increase sharply when her uncle shoved his cock in her pussy and rape was a reality.
First, though, Janet was forced to watch her mother prepare Ed for the planned assault with a blowjob. It was designed to make his prick extra-slippery to improve penetration once the fucking had begun. Well, Janet bitterly thought, he'd need all the help he could get, because her cunt was going to be juiceless, just a dry hole that felt nothing.
Meanwhile, Sandra had deep-throated Ed so completely that he had to push her away to get his prick back. Springing out into the moonlight, his cock glistened from tip to root with her spit. Janet closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at it, preferring to meet her fate in self-imposed darkness.
She heard her mother urge, "Okay, Ed, fuck her, fuck her. Split her in two with your big, beautiful prick!"
Then Janet felt her uncle's hot breath on her tits. And when he buried his face between them, his cockhead jabbed down below, striking her clit.
"I don't feel it," Janet maintained in a desperate whisper, which only she could hear. "Don't feel a thing. Won't feel a thing, no matter how he fucks me."
Now Ed's cockhead changed angles. When his prick jabbed again, the fleshy knob surged between his niece's involuntarily spread pussylips and into her cunt. The spit from Sandra's blowiob giving it momentum, several inches of his prick followed quickly into Janet's pussy.
Her eyes still closed, Janet felt her uncle's rough hands on her ass. He started tugging and hauling, racking her hips so her cunt jerked along the length of his cock.
The friction was undeniable, especially with Janet's cunt so dry. But, she vowed, she didn't have to admit to feeling it. The mind was more powerful than the body. Think of anything but sex, she lectured herself, anything but pleasure. Anything but his big, rubbing cock in her tight, rubbing pussy, anything, oh, anything.
"Oooaooh!"
Janet heard the moan. She refused to believe it had been one of her own. Just as she refused to accept the growing wetness that had invaded her fucked cunt.
However, she couldn't withstand the truth for long. Especially when her uncle let go of her ass, and her hips kept rolling on their own, so that she was setting the tempo of the fucking.
Now, rather than lying to herself anymore that she felt nothing, Janet blamed her senses for betraying her. But all was not lost, she attempted to reason her way out of her dilemma. Just because she felt something didn't mean she enjoyed torture. And what else was rape besides a form of torture?
But what could she do? The constant movement of his huge prick in her spasming cunt was taking its toll. She felt the unwanted juice of arousal leaking from her cock-filled cunt down her thighs, the result as damp as when she'd previously pissed from fright.
"Ahhh," Janet heard himself moan out loud. Then, worse, she listened to herself admit, "I'm going to come. Come so hard from your big cock fucking my pussy, Uncle Ed." Responding to her daughter's condition, Sandra said, "Well, we can't have Janet coming when she ought to be suffering. Think of her reputation. Ed, maybe you'd better pull your cock back out of her cunt until you get a little meaner. We want to hurt this little bitch, not show her a good time."
Following his sister's orders, Ed yanked his prick in reverse. Only his cockhead remained in his niece's pussy.
"No, no!" Janet blurted out with frustration, abruptly past the point of no return. "Don't listen to Mom, Uncle Ed! Keep fucking me, please, please! Give me all of your cock in my cunt and fuck me until we're both coming!"
When Ed hesitated, Janet pushed at him with the only part of her captive body that could move, her crotch. She forced most of his prick back into her cunt and squeezed his cockmeat with her juicy muscles, her cunt begging on its own behalf for more fucking.
"Don't let her take advantage of you!" Sandra shouted at her brother. "Fight back, damn you! Hurt her, hurt her!"
But Ed ignored his sister, telling Janet, "Oh, baby, you're the best. I've fucked a lot of women, but your little pussy's in a class by itself."
"Then prove it, stud. If I'm the best, give me the kind of fucking I deserve," Janet urged. Her eyes were open again so she could focus on her uncle while he eagerly fucked her toward what was sure to be a shattering climax.
And overhearing and watching this on the sidelines, a temporarily forgotten Sandra reacted with rage, bitter rage.
"You bastard!" she cursed her brother. "You're ruining everything! You're supposed to be raping the little bitch. Teaching her a lesson she'll never forget, not getting wrapped around her little finger. Damn you, Ed, be a man, be a man! Make her suffer!"
And listening to this outburst, it finally occured to Janet what her mother had been up to all along. Ever since the confrontation in the motel room, everything her mother had done was designed to push Ed to the breaking point, a plan to turn him into a brutal rapist so that she, Janet, would never want to fuck another man again.
Her mother loved her so much, Janet wistfully realized, that she was willing to sacrifice her daughter's precious cherry in order to protect her from men in the future. It was sweet. Janet's problem, though, was that her mother's good intentions had nothing to do with reality. She wanted all the cock she could get, and somehow her mother had to learn to accept it.
A plan to make her mother see the light took quick form in Janet's mind. It was extreme, but that was probably why it seemed so promising. Janet committed herself to do it on the spot. Now, in the meantime, first things first.
"I can feel your big cock getting ready to explode in my cunt, Uncle Ed," she panted to her mother's brother. "Hurry, hurry and let go as soon as you can, 'cause I'm holding back so I can come at the same time you do. But you're fucking me so good, I can't wait much longer."
"You got it, baby doll!" Ed grunted.
His cock fucked to the depths of Janet's pussy, then jumped like a striking snake. Hot jism poured from his suddenly spurting cockhead. At the same time, Janet's own female cum started to flow, as she climaxed spasm for spasm along with her uncle.
However, the cum wasn't all that was hot. Witnessing the rape that had backfired on her, Sandra burned with outrage at the behavior of her brother and daughter. And it was about to get worse.
"Oh, Uncle Ed, you can rape me any time. This has been even better than the first time you fucked me on the night you busted my cherry," Janet said.
If Sandra had been stunned before, now she was reeling. Her whole world had just collapsed. Not only had her daughter lied about being a virgin, but her own brother had gone behind her back to take Janet's cherry when he was supposed to be only Sandra's incestuous lover.
"Traitor!" Sandra screamed at her brother. "Whore!" she blasted her daughter. "I'm through with the both of you!"
"Easier said than done, Mom," Janet answered. "You can't get rid of your own family. One way or another, they're always with you. Part of you."
"I don't have a family anymore," Sandra bitterly insisted.
"Well, Uncle Ed," Janet told her mother's brother, "looks like it's up to us to change Mom's mind."
"Nothing you can do will change my mind!" Sandra shot back.
She started to leave. Janet told Ed to stop her. Reacting without taking time to consider what he was getting himself into, he put himself in Sandra's path and held her in check.
"Now what?" Ed asked, turning toward Janet, who remained tied to the tree.
"Give her a dose of her own medicine," Janet called. "If Mom thought you could fuck me to my senses against my will, imagine what it'd do for her?"
"The girl's totally insane, Ed," Sandra told her brother. "Don't listen to her."
But Ed had bought Janet's logic completely. "Shut up, Sis!" he snapped at Sandra. "This is for your own good."
Sandra struggled. Ed brought a hand up and he slapped her face. Then he muscled her to the car, slapped her again, and let the impact of the blow send her sprawling back against the hood.
Sandra's eyes darted as she frantically searched for one last avenue of escape. But her brother had her trapped.
"You're as good as raped, Sis. Really raped," Ed rasped. "No playing at it like we've done before. And of all the times I've had my cock in your cunt over the years, this'll be the best fuck ever."
He pinned her arms down on the car's hood and bucked his crotch. Sandra attempted to close her thighs, but it was too late. Her brother's huge prick surged with devastating accuracy between her legs, splitting her pussylips and knifing to the depths of her cunt.
"Bastard! Son of a bitch!" Sandra spat at her brother, though she failed to deny the effect his rubbing prick was having in her raped pussy.
Then Ed tested her even further, dropping his mouth to her tits and licking her nipples. When he added to this by dropping a hand into the crush of loins to find and finger his sister's clit. Sandra had all but met her match.
"It's not fair, not fair!" she sobbed. "I hate what's happening to me, but-but…"
She interrupted herself with a long, orgasmic sigh.
"But, oooooh, it feels so good," she confessed. "Can't help coming, damn it, coming like being raped is what I wanted all along."
"Every woman wants it, Mom," Janet assured her mother from afar. "And when it's somebody we love who's raping us for our own good, there's no better kind of fucking."
"Mmmmm, you're right. Soooo right," Sandra admitted, now that she was thoroughly in the grip of a climax. "I needed this, needed it so bad. Thank you, Ed. Thank you, Janet. And thank God for giving me such a wonderful family."
Then she replaced her previous resistance with total surrender. Lifting her legs as she was fucked on the car's hood, Sandra wrapped them around her brother's waist to rock him in the cradle of her thighs. This worked his prick even deeper into her cunt and made her come twice as hard as before.
"Now you come for me, Eddie!" she excitedly told her brother. "Want your prick to explode inside me with so much jizz that my pussy can't hold it all! The perfect end to the perfect rape!"
Ed was only too happy to deliver. "What a night!" he cried. "Everytime I get off, damn if I don't come more than I did the time before!"
His cock flexed in his sister's pussy, while Sandra, in turn, squeezed back with all her strength. As Ed had predicted, the result was the most cum he'd shot yet. It flooded Sandra's womb, then, with no place else to go it backed up and oozed from the cockstretched lips of her fucked cunt.
When Ed's balls, were drained, he backed off and admired his handiwork. "Looks good enough to eat," he sighed.
"Oh, no, Uncle Ed," Janet called from the tree. "If anyone's gonna eat Mom's pussy after all that fucking, it's yours truly."
"Mmmmm, I spoke too soon before," Sandra said, readily picking up on her daughter's suggestion. "Now my own daughter going down on my cunt right after my brother's shot his wad in me, that really is the perfect end to the perfect rape. Untie her, Ed and turn the girl loose on your cum in her mama's pussy."
Within a moment, Janet was free. But then once again she was a prisoner, only this time a completely willing one between her mother's clutching thighs. Her hungry slurps filled the night matched only by Sandra's appreciative moans.
Shaking his head in awe at a distance, Ed sighed, "What a family! We're either all crazy, or the luckiest damned bunch on the face of the earth."
He decided the latter made a lot more sense to him, especially when he glanced down and saw he had another hard-on, and his niece's teenaged ass was so inviting as she knelt to go down on her mother's pussy. All Ed needed to do was slip up behind her, like he was doing now, get his prick at the proper angle and shove.
"Ooooh, Uncle Ed, yes, fuck my ass," Janet cried from her mother's crotch.
Yes, Ed reminded himself as his cockmeat sank into her tight, young asshole, this was the luckiest damned family on the face of the earth.