Trish felt Mike's weight move the bed as he climbed up behind her.
"Have you ever had three pricks in you at once?" Mike asked as Trish felt him slide the blood-engorged head of his cock along the length of her cunt lips from the very top end of her pussy slit to the puckered ring of her ass. "Just think, sister dear. Three great big pricks fucking into your body at one time, ripping your throat out, shoving up your cunt and ass. Three big cocks full of hot cum to spray all your sweet fuck holes full of jizz."
"You bastard," Trish groaned, feeling her beginning ripples of orgasm as her cunt responded to the movements of his cockhead over her pussy lips. She had already begun to quiver inside, and even now she could feel the first drippings of cum that would soon start to gush from her cunt slit. "You wouldn't dare bring anybody else in here to witness you raping me!"
"Witness?" Mike's laugh was unbelievably hard. "Witness hell! You naive little slut, they're gonna be too busy fucking you themselves to ever dream of telling anybody about me."
"But you do have one point, though. We don't want to fuck you so much that it rubs all the hair off your cunt. We wouldn't want brother Dave to come home to a worn-out, bald pussy, now would we? I guess I'd better have Ginny come in and join all the fun. But first, I've got something for you."
For a moment, Mike left the bed, and then he returned.
"You know," he said, reaching underneath to grab one of her tits with one hand while guiding his throbbing cockhead back and forth along the path of her cunt lips with his other hand. "I was just thinking what a shame it was I couldn't fuck more than one of your holes at a time all by myself. But now I think I've got that problem all worked out."
Over her shoulder, Mike dropped a long, thick-braided sash. It was the tie for one of Ginny's robes. Trish had seen the girl wearing it every morning since she had been in the house and never even paid any attention. Now the sight of its thick length sent chills of dread crawling up her spine, for she knew where it was going to be used.
"No Mike, I can't take that up my ass," Trish begged, her face blanching. "I can't. It'll hurt too much."
"Sure you can," Mike said as the probing end of his cock nestled into the opening of her cunt instead of slipping back and forth as before. "You're gonna love it, baby. When you start to cum, I'll yank it out nice and fast. Just like jerking on a lawn mower cord."
His cock stabbed quickly as he yanked her hips back against him. The cockhead fucked deep into her tortured cunt. Trish shrieked at the searing agony as the swollen cock fucked ever deeper into her pussy.
"You'd be surprised how fast his rope can crank your motor over, baby," Mike teased.
The young woman's brain exploded as she bit her lip to try to hold back the pain that tore through her body. But it was too much as the burning sword of his prick began jamming in and out between the tortured walls of her pussy.
"Aaaaaaarghhhhhhh!" she screamed. Oh please, Jesus, she pleaded silently, let me pass out. I can't stand any more of this agony. But still she retained her consciousness, still she felt the throbbing plummet of Mike's cock as it fucked into her pussy depths and the air sucking rush as he pulled back for another fuck-plunge… and another… and another.
"God, stop!" she shrieked.
"Now, baby," Mike said, never slowing his pounding fucking of her cunt. "You don't want to say things like that. You might hurt my delicate feelings, and then I'd have to spank you."
Without warning, Trish felt her tormentor bring his palm down across her quivering ass with a tremendous, resounding slap, and she could feel the welt rise from her ass flesh.
"Stop, Mike," she pleaded, "please."
Again his hand fell and the echoing smack of his sweating palm across her reddening ass filled the room.
"Naaaaaahhhhh!" she screeched, struggling vainly against the tight bonds that held her trussed like a pig. And even through the searing pain, through the teeth-gritting slaps, Trish was horrified to find that her guts had begun to churn in the first stages of orgasm.
"Ohhhhh, it hurts," Trish panted, flinching at the blow that she knew was coming.
"Shit!" Mike said, always keeping up the rapid, deep strokes of his fucking hips, "you ain't seen nothing yet. By the time I'm finished whipping this sweet ass of yours, it's gonna look like hamburger."
For a couple of minutes, Trish was afraid that his words were no exaggeration. Over and over, his hand rose and fell with jarring punctuality. Red palm prints stood out all over her abused ass.
"Just let me know when you've decided to be a good little girl," Mike hissed between blows, "and I'll make your ass feel good instead of bad."
For only a moment, Trish tried to concentrate on the wonderful, hot feel of his cock fucking into her cunt, but only for a moment. Every time she was able to relax enough to really feel his huge prick, Mike's hard hand would strike her ass, causing all the muscles in her body to contract.
Oh God, she thought, I can't stand it. It's no choice at all, but it's better than going on with this beating. Either I put up with the beating, or I let him shove that hideous thing up my ass.
"Come on, bitch," Mike said, slapping her again. "All you gotta do is say the word."
"No," Trish groaned. "I… I won't." Her voice broke, and she chewed on her lower lip, tasting blood.
The agony became so intense that she could hardly even breathe. Mike's hand was like a hot iron searing the quivering flesh of her ass. She could stand no more without fainting, she told herself. And yet, each time she thought she was almost at the point of oblivion, a new threshold of pain would be reached and surpassed. The spasms ripped through her pussy until finally she had to act.
"All right!" Trish gasped. "All right! Stop! Do anything you want. Just stop beating me!"
"Do you want your ass fucked with the rope, slut?" Mike asked.
"Just… please stop beating me," Trish pleaded.
"No, no, bitch. You've gotta beg for it. You've gotta beg to have your ass fucked," Mike said, bringing his hand down once more. "Beg, you whore! Beg!"
"Yes!" Trish screamed. "Fuck me with the rope. Please fuck my ass! Anything! Cram it up my… anything!"
"That's a good little whore," Mike teased, lowering his hand. "Now your loving brother will kiss it and make it all better." He bent forward, the angry head of his cock popping out of her pussy with a slurping sound, and ran his tongue over the masses of welts that covered her tortured ass.
The scrape of Mike's hot, rough tongue over her wounded ass sent shocks of pain through Trish's pain-racked body. It was nearly as bad as the burning blows of his hand had been before.
"Christ, you've got a beautiful ass," Mike said, sucking and biting gently at the flesh of her bruised asscheeks. "I'm just gonna love reaming your ass out with this rope – and then with my big cock."
Before, it had been pain that washed through Trish's voluptuous body. Now it was joy. It raced back and forth, putting bumps down her spine, making her nipples so erect that they ached.
"Mike, please, can't you just fuck me?"
Trish pleaded, her throat going dry with hunger for his prick.
"Don't worry about that," Mike replied, pushing his hand between her legs and pressing it up into the folds of her wet cunt lips. "I'm gonna fuck your sweet pussy… and your asshole. All at the same time."
"No, just my cunt," Trish groaned, feeling her pussy lips wrapping around his invading fingers. "Please, don't hurt my ass any more. I can't stand it."
"You mean you can't even stand something like this?" Mike asked. Bending suddenly, he ran the tip of his tongue into the crack of her ass. He licked downward to the tight, puckered ring of her asshole, and then he pushed the pointed tip inside.
Trish nearly fainted from the feeling of having his probing tongue shoved inside her ass. It was slippery and hot, like a cock. But somehow, it was even better because of the agility with which it flicked and twisted. Aching pleasure raced through her ass. Her cunt cream spread over his probing hand.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh… that's wonderful," she grunted, pushing back against his face. "Suck my ass! Lick it! Shove your tongue in… your prick… anything!"
Trish had never been though anything like this before. So much pain, but at the same time, she felt as if she were drowning in an ocean of pleasure. God, that squirming tongue!
"Goddamn you!" Trish screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck your big cock into my ass and spray me full of cum!"
Mike rose from licking her ass, and she wanted to scream from the throbbing absence of his tongue. And then, something hard pushed against the itching, puckered assring. She knew it was the rope sash, but Trish didn't give a damn. The thing was stiff and coarse, scratching and scraping its way into her guts as he pushed the length of it through her asshole.
But the young woman's ass was burning with a fiery itch, and she didn't care how Mike did it as long as he scratched that awful itch.
Deeper, deeper the stiff braid of the cord burrowed into her ass guts. Trish realized that the pain had become only a dim memory, lost in the mounting joy. Finally, Mike stopped pushing it in. There was only enough cord left hanging from her asshole for him to use as a handle.
In an instant, the man suddenly hunched forward, burying the immense hardness of his cockhead between her weeping cunt lips and deep into her pussy. Slowly, he fucked the pulsing cockshaft into her cunt. Trish thought she was going out of her mind. The pain in her ass had returned, but it was good.
"Yesssss!" Trish grunted, humping back to meet his plunging prick.
"Swallow it all up your cunt, you whore bitch!" Mike said, releasing his hold on the rope and getting both hands full of her firm, round tits. "Mmmmmmm, yeah, fuck all you want, slut. Drive yourself nuts. When you cream, I've got a surprise that's gonna take your fucking head off."
Trish didn't even hear his words. The only thing real in her world was the plunging slab of cock that fucked through the hole of her cunt, and the massive, hard lump that filled her asshole and bounced teasingly against the backs of her bucking thighs.
"Oh, yes… oh, God, yes!" she shrieked.
"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast!"
Mike was fucking her cunt brutally, and Trish felt his cock swell to unbelievable dimensions inside her. Before she knew it, her cunt seemed to be stretching farther than she had ever imagined possible. Every time he fucked into the wetness of her pussy guts, his swollen cockhead seemed to lodge in her stomach.
"Fuck on it, you cock-hungry slut!" Mike panted, his body throbbing as every muscle flexed. "All the way into your belly. Take it, bitch!"
Trish felt her whole body quiver like jelly. Pleasure swept through her as she convulsed with orgasm after racking orgasm in her cunt and in the rope-stuffed ring of her ass. As the muscles in her ass contracted, she could distinctly feel the hard, rough shape of the rope cord.
"Now!" Trish shrieked. "Do it now!" Mike seemed to go crazy. He began pounding his cock into her pussy even more savagely than before. At the same time, he gave a fierce tug on the rope that ripped its length through the sensitive mouth of her asshole.
Flashing lights blew through Trish's skull. At the instant of Mike's brutal yank, her ass and cunt seemed to have been ladled full of fiery liquid. The orgasm shot through her body and rushed upward so ferociously that she thought her heart would burst. And just as she thought she had reached the absolute peak of orgasm, her brother-in-law's cock boiled over with scalding cum.
"Aaaaaaarghhhhhhh!" Trish screamed.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Mike grunted from behind her as he slammed madly into the backs of her thighs. "Fuck my cock, you bitch! Suck all my cum into your cunt."
Trish wanted to do just that. She wanted his cock to be shoved all the way to her brain. She never wanted him to stop fucking her. But the ropes holding her arms and legs got in the way as she tried to thrust backwards and push his cock through her guts.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me harder!" And yet another stream of climaxes swept through her ravaged pussy. He was cumming… she was cuming… and then, it was only one massive cum that swirled and whipped through both of them. "Oh, Christ! Yesssssss!"
Finally, her body collapsed under him, but Mike kept pounding, sending spray after spray of his molten jism into her guts, filling her cunt with the rest of his cum. To Trish, it seemed as if the fiery sheets of his liquid flame would never stop filling her fuck hole. It washed and cleansed the walls of her cunt like an acid bath, laying out all the filthy remnants of her screaming pain and then carried it out through her trembling pussy lips to splash in thick gobs and cling to her matted cunt hairs.
"That's it, bitch," Mike grunted, fucking one last thick glob of cum into her guts. "You got the whole load."
Trish lay beneath his massive frame, and again she was made aware of her shame and humiliation. Is there no end to his ideas for my degradation before this horror ends? she wondered.
Had he really called his friends, or was he only playing a torturous prank? With terrible finality, her question was answered, and Trish knew that her nightmare had only just begun. A car door slammed outside, and then came the sound of the front door, and she heard voices downstairs.
"Oh, good," Mike smiled sadistically as he donned his bathrobe. "Our company's here."