Chuck let his breath out in a long exhalation. "Hoooooo boy," he breathed. Anne laughed wildly and ran her hands down her gleaming naked body. Her nipples stuck out like thumbs. "Wonderful! Beautiful! What a show!" She threw her head back in a whipping cloud of hair.
She grabbed her accomplice by both arms. "The best is yet to come!" she promised. "Haul her skinny ass off the floor and tie her up."
"Where?"
The cheerleader's pretty brow wrinkled in thought. "I know!" she said, snapping her fingers. "The cycle. Pick her up, bend her over the frame, and retie the rope where it is now. Better tie her hands, too – she's going to thrash around real good when I get started on her!"
Jacqui was a quivering, unresisting mass of grief and humiliation. Chuck had no trouble untying her, dragging her to her feet and draping her so her jugs dangled over the frame of the exercycle, and then redoing her bonds the way Anne had suggested. The naked nymph strode over to stand before her other captive, gloating.
She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head saucily to one side.
Martin sat very, very still. Better react, he thought. "You bitch," he rasped. "You evil, filthy, dirty, diseased sow of a slut. When I get out of this…"
"Don't be so sure you will," grinned Anne. "And anyway, don't use up all your best threats just yet. Wait and see what I do to auntie dear next!" With that she turned and flounced off, wagging her hips so her butt jiggled fetchingly.
We'll see, the blond-haired youth thought. Moving gently, as imperceptibly as he could, Martin returned to his task, sawing the bonds against the little spur of steel that had gashed his arms. The tape was beginning to give way.
The nude cheerleader disappeared around the bottom of the stairwell, into the area where the family's tools were kept. "Don't just stand there with your teeth in your mouth, Chuck," she called. "Whip your prong out and plug it into our girl!"
Chuck tore down the zipper of his pants. He had no underwear on under his uniform trousers, and his steel-hard cock shot from his fly like a coiled spring. Jacqui was slumped over the cycle. "Get ready," he growled, and grabbed her ass with both hands.
Jacqui lifted her head listlessly. She felt her butt cheeks being spread apart by Chuck's unsteady hands. Then a stabbing pain shot up her back.
The security guard's thumbs had pulled open her little asshole far enough to shove his lengthy prick right on in. Jacqui gasped as the unlubricated arrowhead of prick filled her asshole.
"Aggh," she gurgled. "Get it – yeeeeooooow!" Chuck's fingers dug furrows in her tender assflesh as he started forcing his prick straight into Jacqui's dry asshole. The woman's buttocks strained and whitened as she tried to shut her ass passage to his prick, but it was useless. Inch by inch he drove his cock up her protesting butthole.
The ropes chafed her wrists. Jacqui couldn't raise herself for the rope around her neck. But she had to escape – the pain was unbelievable! Chuck's cock was as long and hard and unpleasant as a baton would have been going up the librarian's ass. And the tremendous cock's ungreased surface grated the sensitive anal membranes. It felt as though Chuck's prick were wrapped in barbed wire!
Tears started from Jacqui's tightly shut eyes. Her stomach tightened as though trying to squeeze them out – them and that agonizing cock! "That's it," Chuck grunted, barely able to speak for the incredible pressure crushing his prick. "The more you fight it, the more fun it is for – eeg! Omigod! – me!"
"Kawiii-it!" Jacqui begged. "You're tearing me apart! Pain… so much pain! Can't take it! Killing meeee!"
"No, it's not," Anne said, coming back into the rec area of the spacious basement. "But you'll wish it had!"
Jacqui paid no attention. Her whole being was concentrated on the seemingly endless cock grinding its dreadful way into her asshole.
At last Chuck had every unbelievable inch of his prick well-planted between the prisoner's snowy ass cheeks. His cock, sensitized, so that every heat of Jacqui's racing heart sent chills up his spine and pulsed with pleasure in her butt. His head hung down, and for a long moment he studied the way his crotch pressed in against the woman's perfect ass. Then he looked up.
He caught his breath. Jacqui lifted her head. Her eyes got big as saucers.
Smiling, Anne scratched a match with her long thumbnail. She held the flame up and brought a hand blow-torch into hissing, burning life. She blew out the match and adjusted the flame to an angry orange spear.
"Like it?" she asked. Heat washed over Jacqui's ashen face. Anne adjusted the torch again, so the flame was a long, feathery billow, like a dragon's breath.
Jacqui couldn't find her breath. Even the fact that Chuck had pulled his prick out and was beginning to cornhole her dry walled ass didn't reach her stunned, horrified brain. The pain from her well-fucked butt was hideous, but not half as hideous as the pain she knew for a dreadful certainty she would soon feel.
Almost sobbing with passion, Chuck fucked the captive's upturned butt. The skin seemed to be being sanded off his cock, but he didn't mind! The seemingly-raw nerves in his prick were sending unbearable intense messages of pleasure to his brain.
The beautiful black-haired bitch was going to torture the hot librarian with the searing flame of the torch! Chuck knew he should have been repelled by the very idea. But he wasn't.
He was hornier than he'd ever been in his life!
A small coral tongue ran round Anne's full lips. Wicked green eyes locked to Jacqui's wide, panic-stricken amber ones. "Ugh, ugh, ugggh!" grunted Chuck as he poled his prick ever faster in and out of Jacqui's now-unresisting asshole. Like a wren hypnotized by a serpent, the captive stared at Anne Roxbury's eyes. They reflected the flames in a dancing glitter of hellfire.
Anne took a step forward. The tape around Martin's arms parted with a tearing sound he thought could have been heard in the next county. But none of the others heard him. They were too wrapped up in the dreadful drama of their own invention.
Another step. "We'll start with the boobs, I think," Anne whispered. Martin tore hysterically at the tape wrapped around his ankles, not caring if they heard him or not. "If I'm careful I can give them the equivalent of a bad sunburn. Then while that's sinking in, I'll fry off your cunt hairs…"
Her face white as paper, Jacqui worked her jaws as though chewing the plea she couldn't find the voice for; no, no – no! Every muscle in her lovely ass was taut with intolerable pain.
The fear throttled Chuck's giant prick, half-way impaling Jacqui's ass. "Urrrrk!" he exclaimed, and shot his wad.
Anne held out the hissing, sputtering torch, took aim on a flawless tit, started to lean down…
Martin launched himself from the seat of the rowing machine like a vengeful thunderbolt. Anne barely had time to look up before he hit her like a semi. She went flying backwards in a flailing tangle of naked white limbs. The torch shot out of her hands and bounced off a wall, fortunately going out in the process.
Pushing hard with both hands against the pallid asscheeks, Chuck hauled his pumping, coming cock out of the bound woman's butt. It was almost free when Martin rolled hard against his legs. It shot out of Jacqui's asshole like a bullet, hosing come all over her ass as the youth fell hard.
Squealing with terror, Chuck writhed from Martin's grip. The enraged blond youth started after him, then caught a dull black gleam from the corner of his eye, and dove for that.
A devilish growl made him turn his head to see a furry red demon streaking to the defense of its master. Martin came up on one knee just as Trooper, the Doberman, leapt for his face, tooth-filled jaws wide open.
Orange flame blossomed amid world-shattering noise. The dog's body stopped in the air as though it had struck an invisible baffler. Martin Reinhard pumped two more slugs into the twisting body from Chuck's before the dog fell back to lie in a spreading crimson stain on the carpet.
"All right, you Goddamned shits!" Martin snarled, menacing his former captors with the pistol. They shrank away from them. Anne's big boobs heaved with fear. Chuck's already half-limp prick was creamed with his jism, sticking out of his trousers.
"Now it's your turn," Martin said, and stood up.
Hopelessly, Anne began to scream.
The big waterbed in Martin's room rolled the naked pair side to side on a relaxing, gentle swell. "Here's my favorite," Martin said, holding up a snapshot for his aunt to look at. Jacqui's slim nipples were very hard as she took it. "Anne sure looked funny, walking around the room on her hands while you guided her by the broom handle in her ass!"
Jacqui licked her lips. Her eyes seemed to devour the picture. Most especially did they focus on a white, tear-stained, pain-wracked face. A face framed by a wealth of jet-black hair.
"Chuck looks better this way," Martin laughed, holding another snapshot up. "With his feet tied behind his head – really cute. Never could tell his ass from, his face anyway."
Jacqui had pulled another picture from the thick stack and was studying it. Martin leaned over, his breath warm on her bare boobs, to see which one it was. He wrinkled his nose in disapproval. "You shouldn't have used that blowtorch on Anne," he said, shaking his head. "Her dad's head of the local seminary – he'd have killed her, and Chuck too, if he ever got a glimpse of these photos. Wasn't it enough to know you owned her pretty little ass?" Jacqui's grin was wolfish. "She'll get over it – and it won't leave any marks. I was careful to just toast her tits and her fat ass. She'll be some time growing back her cunt hair, though. But she'll be alright – the equivalent of a bad sunburn, just like she said."
The damp, wet smell of aroused cunt reached her nephew's nostrils. "You're getting turned on, aren't you, you sadistic little bitch!"
Jacqui laughed as she twitched down the colorful sheet. Martin's gigantic cock stood out from his crotch like a hairy telephone pole. "Look who's talking," she said, climbing uncertainly to her knees on the rolling, shifting surface. "Let me get on top this time – you did all the work last time."
Once more she tasted the incomparable delight of hot cock filling her pussy. She slid her cunt down to the very base of the trembling prick. Yes. The thought, as she began to fuck herself. Yes, I do own little Annie's ass. She smiled lustfully down at her nephew. He lay with his eyes closed, looking complacently horny.
And yours too, you poor little fool, she thought. It was hard to keep from laughing as she thought about those pictures, those damned pictures he'd taken of her – of them. The ones he'd blackmailed her with.
The ones she'd stolen. And hidden where her nephew would never find them.
"You stud – you great big fucker," she murmured. "Fuck me hard!"