Carl surveyed the narrow gap between the trees as he sat, the engine of the van idling, on the shoulder of a secondary road. It was obvious that the trail wasn't often used, but it was also plain that other vehicles had been over the ground in recent months, if not weeks. Furthermore, he had seen no sign of life along the road for at least fifteen miles, had passed no cars nor been passed by any. Whistling, he put the van in gear and turned the wheel.
The van bounced over the ruts, but didn't stop. Once he was out of sight of the road, Carl maneuvered the boxy vehicle around until it was pointing out the way in had come. Glancing back over his shoulder, the callous youth was delighted to see that the rough terrain hadn't waken Wendy up. She was still sprawled on her back, fast asleep as far as he could tell.
"Wendy?" he whispered. When he got no answer, he climbed into the interior of the van and squatted next to her. "Wendy!" he demanded in a sharp voice. There was no response from the drugged girl.
Encouraged by that, Carl reached out and cupped his hands to the prominent mounds of her tits. As he'd surmised, there was nothing under the T-shirt but flesh. Happily he massaged and kneaded the mammoth projectiles until her felt her nipples start to stir.
Licking his lips nervously, Carl tugged the hem of the shirt out of Wendy's cut-off jeans, then pushed it up her body. In a moment, he had managed to bunch the thing cloth around her upper torso, leaving the voluminous mounds exposed to his gaze and touch. "Damn!" he breathed, almost in reverence as he surveyed the twin peaks with their stiffened nipples and silver-dollar size areola.
His cock was so swollen in his tight jeans he could stand it no longer. Hurriedly he tore at his belt, then at the snap and zipper of his trousers. As his stiff cock sprang free, he returned his attention to the unconscious girl's tits, rubbing and caressing the licentiously.
"Ohhhhhhh, isn't Sis going to have fun with these?" he inquired rhetorically. Of all the kinky things he and Carla had found themselves inmeshed in recently what he really liked the best was watching his twin as she used her hands and mouth to arouse another woman. Something about watching without being able to participate made his cock ache like crazy, made it stiffen beyond what it achieved when he knew he was going to get to sink it into a wet, waiting pussy or a hot, wanton mouth.
He caught the erect projectiles of Wendy's nipples and pinched them lightly, then rolled them about between his thumbs and forefingers. To his amazement, the nubbins expanded even more, until they'd reached three-quarters of an inch in length. "Ooooohh, damn," Carl squealed as he ducked his head and fastened lewd lips to one of the beckoning turrets of flesh.
Hungrily he sucked on the nipple until he felt it swelling even more. Then he shifted his mouth to the end of the other tit, puffing on the nipple with his lips and slashing his tongue over the throbbing bud. Wendy uttered a deep sigh of pleasure and Carl froze. But the girl was still unconscious and he returned to licking and kissing his way around the twin mountains of her tits.
Several minutes later, even though he hadn't satisfied himself with the bounty of her tits, Carl lifted his head and gazed down at the narrow band of faded blue cloth that bisected the sleeping girl's midsection. Licentiously he reached out and placed his hand squarely between her thighs. To his surprise, he found that the crotchband of her shorts soaked through. Damn, he thought, she must've been having a real sexy dream; probably thinking about some stud throwing her a real good fuck.
For a moment he rubbed his fingers against her pussy through the shorts. Then he shifted his hand and undid the snap and zipper of the cut-offs. With sweat beading on his brow he caught the waist of the denims and tugged, forcing them over the gentle swell of the drugged girl's ass and down to her thighs. Her pussy was still obscured by her tiny panties but they'd be easy to remove. Happily, Carl worked the cut-offs down to Wendy's feet and eased them off.
Then, almost desperately, he grabbed the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down. The thin garment twisted as he pulled on it, until the top was lower on her thighs than the bottom and the crimson wedge of hair that surmounted her swollen cunt was clearly visible to his lecherous eyes. "Ooohh!" Carl sighed as he pushed his fingers through the tight curls and into the soft meat of her snatch.
Hurriedly, he stripped the nylon panties off and tossed them aside as he'd done the cut-offs. The cleft of Wendy's tender young cunt was clearly visible with her legs parted the way they were but her pussy wasn't as accessible to his eyes as he wanted. His hands trembled as he reached down and used his thumbs to spread the lips of her snatch even further apart.
Nudging her legs even wider, he kept her cunt completely open before him. Slowly he traced the slippery cleft of her cunt, dragging his fingers up from the space between her twat and asshole to the point where the lips merged just below the engorged mound at the base of her flat stomach. Wendy's clit was erect and he flicked his thumbnail at it. To his delight the girl didn't awaken but her hips did start to twitch.
Damn, she must love fucking, Carl told himself as he continued to caress the swollen snatch; "Wendy!" he said sharply. The girl gave no sign that she heard him. He pinched her clit and was amazed that it swelled even more, although the drug in the girl's system kept her unconscious.
His plan had been to undress the drugged girl, then to fuck her until he came. But, as his eyes roamed over the delightful curves of her obscenely exposed body, he found that he wanted to do more than simply jam his cock into her and get his own rocks off.
Slipping his hands under her firm thighs, Carl lifted the sleeping girl's legs and draped them over his shoulders, raising her ass into the air and keeping it there as he squirmed down until his face was close to the wet crack of her cunt.
His cock twitched as he filled his nostrils with the aroma of aroused young cunt. Licentiously he extended his tongue and ran the tip along the depth of her cuntal cleft, licking avidly at the moisture that had formed in the valley as a result of her dream of her defloration.
"Ooooohhhh," he breathed, "she tastes sooo good." Slipping his hands under her to dig his fingers into the pliant flesh of the sleeping girl's ass, Carl began licking faster and growing appreciation at the moist flesh of her pussy.
Wendy's tits began to quiver as he licked at her pussy with increasing ardor. He still felt that eating pussy was unmanly, but he also had been conditioned to eat pussy since he had been Olga's slave and switching mistresses hadn't freed him from his obligation to eat cunt. Now, although he felt ashamed to do so, Carl enjoyed having his mouth working on a hot snatch.
He shifted and bit lightly at the puffy mound above the hot flesh. As he sucked and nibbled at her engorged mons veneris, he felt Wendy's ass muscles tightening. "Mmmmmm," he moaned as he shifted his hands and spread the cheeks of the trim ass, delving into the girl's rear cleavage with his fingertips.
Once more he returned his attention to her pussy. As he ran his tongue over the hot, moist, swollen cuntmeat, he wished that Wendy was awake and pleading with him. He couldn't be sure whether he'd rather hear her pleading with him to continue or to stop, for both scenarios played themselves out in his mind as he put his lips to her swollen clit and sucked greedily on it while his tongue slashed across the hard nubbin.
Despite her unconscious state, Wendy's body reacted to the lewd kisses he was bestowing on her cunt. The more Carl worked his mouth against her clit, the wetter her snatch became. He could feel her juices trickling over his chin and shuddered at the thought of the girl cumming under Carla's demanding mouth.
Shifting Wendy a little, Carl pressed his mouth over the hot hole of her twat. Gulping down the juices that flowed into his mouth, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it into the swampy hole, then wiggled it about salaciously, making her gush her hot fluids onto the impaling spear of his tongue.
Carl's face was wet with her juices when he eased Wendy's ass back to the air-mattress. With a wild groan, he moved up to kneel above her and pushed his stiffened cock into her mouth until it was entirely embedded in the wetness of her oral cavity. But Wendy's mouth remained open and Carl, after a moment or so, withdrew his throbbing rod, knowing he'd have to wait to get a good sucking from the luscious young woman. Still, he didn't care, he knew she would be made to suck him off sooner or later.
Scooting backward along her languidly writhing body, he nestled his cock between her tits and pressed them together, then let his cock slide back and forth between the hot mounds. After a moment or so, however, he abandoned that in favor of swinging his hips from side to side, beating the stubby cock against the sides of Wendy's massive tits.
Using his hand, he guided the head of his cock around the contours of the sleeping girl's big tits, leaving a thin smear of precum fluid on the heaving surfaces. Lewdly, he tried to poke her stiffened nipple into the hole in the glans of his cock.
As he shifted backward on her naked body, he couldn't resist ducking his head and sucking as much of one tit into his mouth as he could. He chewed lightly against the heated flesh as he caught the other tit and twisted it, distorting the pliant mound in his savagery. Wendy moaned in her sleep and Carl froze for a moment until he was sure she was still oblivious to what he was doing to her defenseless body.
"I'd better hurry, so I can get back to the house before Carla gets pissed off," he muttered aloud. He swung his legs between Wendy's and lay upon her, the head of his cock pressing into the hot dampness of her snatch. Easily, he sought and found the dilated opening of her twat and thrust inward.
"Ohhhhhhh," Carl sighed as he soaked his cock in the warm, wet tightness of her vaginal passage. Jimmy's cock was bigger than average, but he's only fucked Wendy a dozen times at most in the month since he'd seduced her into giving up her cherry. It wasn't that either of them had tried to abstain, it was just that, between her working and his football practice, to say nothing of their classroom work and studies, they hadn't had all that much time that they could get together without fear of being interrupted. On the occasions when they'd found a short time to be alone, the had mostly eaten each other, since they could rearrange their clothing in a hurry that way. Thus, Wendy's twat was still elastic enough that Carl's cock fit snugly in the humid meat.
Licentiously he caught the helpless girl by the backs of the knees and raised them until her heels were against the soft flesh of her ass. Then, slowly because he wanted to savor the feeling, he began stroking his cock in and out of the clutching tube of her twat.
Although she was asleep, drugged so thoroughly that she was totally oblivious to her predicament, Wendy's body knee it was being aroused. Thus, when Carl commenced to actually fuck the girl, her subconscious mind directed her hips to respond to the pleasing friction. Before long, to Carl's amazement, she was lifting and lowering her hips in time to the thrusts of his cock into her snatch.
"Damn," he swore, pausing a moment, "if she's this good when she's out of it, what's she going to be like when she knows what she's doing?" He licked at her pouting lips and squeezed her hard nipples, not stopping to think that Wendy might consider him a creep and resist the impulse to cooperate with him if he were flicking her while she was conscious of his actions.
Carl ground his loins into the pulpy flesh of her cunt while lifting her ass with the fingers inserted into the deep crack between the trim mounds. His cock jumped and jerked within the tight confines of her vaginal passage and his balls nestled between the firm flesh of her ass.
Lewdly, he ducked his head and fastened his mouth over on of her abundant tits. His tongue slashed across the distended but of a nipple as he started sawing his cock in and out of her twat again. Each time he hilted the stubby tool he rolled his pelvis, grinding his loins into the wetness of her snatch.
Wendy's stomach rippled and her ass muscles clenched and relaxed as the cock rode back and forth within her twat. Even in her drugged state she realized that there was something different about this fuck, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was, didn't notice that she was getting fucked by a cock that was considerably shorter and of less girth than that she was used to.
His balls slapped at the dampening crack of her ass as he fucked her harder and faster. "Aaaaahhhh," he moaned against his tit as he felt himself getting ready to cum. Hurriedly he whipped his cock from her and let his jizm spurt out to land against the satiny flesh of her tits and the smoothness of her belly. The jizm stood out against her pale skin like gray puddles of some alien life form.
"Uhhhh," Wendy moaned in her drug-induced slumber. She had cum just before Carl had pulled out of her twat so her restless stirrings weren't enough to wake her. For several moments, Carl stared at her delectable figure. Then, with a sigh, he stuck his limp cock back in his shorts and trousers and climbed into the driver's seat of the van. The jouncing of the vehicle made Wendy roll about on the air-mattress but she still slept as he turned onto the paved road and sped off toward the mansion he lived in as his sister's slave.
From time to time, he would glance into the rear-view mirror, appreciating the lush charms of the slumbering young woman. Carl wished that he had the guts to disregard the fact that his sister, his mistress, was probably already home and waiting for him to deliver her newest plaything. If he could have managed that, he would have pulled into another unused trail and, after tying the unconscious girl, amused himself with her lush body until she was awake again. Then he would have aroused her and ravished her, making her satisfy his lusts with her mouth before fucking her exposed and vulnerable cunt and ass.
But, although Carl had longed to do so, he didn't dare. He had been too cowed by the whippings he had received at Olga's hands and, when Carla had threatened to shoot him and dispose of his body in a safe way, he had surrendered to her and accepted the fact that she was his mistress, he her slave. The time that had passed since that fateful afternoon when Carla had been forced to suck Harrison's cock and then been subjected to rape of her cunt and ass before freeing herself and turning the tables on the man who had been her fiance and who now was her husband and the woman he'd hired to kidnap and discipline the twins had deepened his feeling of helplessness where Carla was concerned. Even now, as he guided the van through the countryside, he trembled as he thought of how angry Carla might get if she knew he had fucked the girl who lay naked in the back of the vehicle.
About twenty miles away from the MacLoud home, Carl pulled to a stop alongside the road. After climbing into the back of the van, he fondled Wendy's tits and cunt for a moment, then slipped her panties and shorts over her feet and worked them up her legs. Awkwardly, he lifted her and dragged the garments over her hips and ass, then fastened them and stuffed her T-shirt into them once he'd pulled it down over the spectacular mounds of her tits. It seemed a shame to cover her, but he didn't want Carla to know he had amused himself with the girl's defenseless body. Of course, he was sure that Carla was going to let him have Wendy while she was their captive. After all, she'd let him be the first to stick his cock into Mei-Ling's twat. But that had been different, she had been there to watch as she'd fucked the Chinese beauty. Daring to screw Wendy when he was alone with her might tickle Carla's fancy. But, it might just as well arouse her ire and anger. Carl felt it better that his assault on the helpless girl remain a secret if it could. And he saw no reason why it shouldn't. After all, he had a good excuse for the length of time he was gone: he would simply state that he'd encountered road work, which he had; then say that he had gotten lost in the backlands as he'd tried to get around the long line of cars making use of the detour. He saw no reason why Carla wouldn't accept that explanation.
As he expected, the first thing he was asked when he pulled up to the side of the large house was where he had been. The story of his delay rolled glibly off of his to his delight, merely nodded. "Did you have any trouble with her?" she asked.
"None at all," he replied. "She had a bad case of cottonmouth and drained the soda almost in one gulp. I'd say she was out of it as soon as she stretched out on the mattress."
Olga and Mei-Ling arrived at that time, forestalling any further interrogation his sister might have had in mind. "Take her up to the room beyond Harrison's and prepare her," the haughty blonde ordered. "Strip her and chain her to the bed, legs apart and arms over her head. Then one of you keep watch over her and let me know as soon as she shows signs of coming awake. It ought not to be more than an hour or so, so I expect I'll be done with supper by then."
"Yess, ma'am," Mei-Ling replied. "Cook has supper waiting. You will be able to eat as soon as the food is brought to the table."
"Good, very good," Carla answered. "Go and wash up, Carl, and hurry. I'm sure our 'guest' will have a lot of questions when she recovers and we wouldn't want to keep her waiting for the answers, would we?"
Both of them laughed as he headed for the downstairs powder room to wash his hands and she went to get Harrison from his den. Mei-Ling and Olga carried the still drugged girl out of the van and up the sidesteps to the closed wing of the second story. As they did so, both of the enslaved women were acutely aware of how lovely Wendy was and both were anxious for her to come to, so they tongue and Carla, could get in on the fun of debauching her.