Sally threw herself away from the post, not noticing the ropes cutting into her wrists. Frantically, she tried to break free, to escape the hideous and obscene fate Estancia had in store for her. She fought to her feet and dug her heels in. Muscles tensed, she pulled and jerked on the binding ropes.
It did no good. She was bound tightly.
Estancia was on her feet at Sally's side, her naked body gleaming in the firelight. She grabbed Sally brutally by the tits, twisted, hung on. "I'm gonna cut you, sweetheart," she spat. "But I'm gonna burn you first. I'm gonna give you a whole lot to remember me by!"
Naked as the girls were, Fred padded to her side. He handed the brunette a long black iron rod. At the end was an iron cut-out in the shape of a five-pointed star.
Estancia let go of Sally's boobs to shake the instrument under her nose. "I got it at a flea market, just for you," Estancia said. "Aren't you pleased, gringa?
Where do you want it? The left ass cheek? The right one? Maybe both for good measure – and those little tits too?"
Sally's tear-streaked face twisted in terror. Estancia laughed at her and tossed the iron to Fred. "Here," she said. "Go set this on to warm up – you should like that. If you're a good boy, I'll even let you hold the bitch while I brand her."
Spent though it was from just coming up Estancia's cunt, Fred's cock stood instantly upright at this promise. He trotted off and stuck the iron into the roaring fire. His broad loose features had a look of sheer ecstasy.
Sally was still shaking her head and mouthing silent pleas. Estancia struck her viciously across the face. Then she grabbed her hair and pulled her down on all fours. "No need for you to be bored while we wait for the iron to heat," she hissed.
"Time for something new-Carla?"
The muscular Chicano came over. "Get out of your clothes," ordered Estancia.
"Then get that huge prod of yours up this little slut's shit-chute – without greasing it!"
In seconds Carlos had stripped off his clothes. His cock stood out from his crotch like a hairy flag pole. His strong hands grabbed Sally's round ass, got an unbreakable grip. He moved his hips till the cone-shaped head of his huge cock was right against the tightened asshole.
Dazed with horror, Sally remembered wondering how any girl could enjoy getting buttfucked. And how Estancia could take having Carlos' oversized cock shoved into her ass. And that was lubricated. Carlos was going to rape her ass now with a prick as dry as the stick had been – only the cock wasn't going to get wet and slippery the way the stick had. With the slowly-heating branding-iron waiting for her, this almost seemed small. But as the first stab of pain shot up her back from Carlos' shoving his hips forward, she knew this was going to be more than she could bear.
Against the resistance – of Sally's lightly-closed asshole, a weaker man than Carlos would never have gotten his cock in, greased or not. But Carlos was incredibly strong. His stubby brown fingers dug deep into the white flesh of Sally's ass as he pulled himself into her. The tip of-his cock slowly but surely forced the hole open.
The hard purple wedge of cock head began to spread Sally's asshole wider and wider. Estancia's face swam in Sally's gaze. The Chicana was leering at her horribly. The pain was jabbing her – it wasn't so much though – she could take it but – but wait, it's just beginning! It's worse – it's going in – too much – t-o o much -it's -"Oooooooooooh Goooooddddd!"
Estancia didn't even flinch as the blonde's fingernails clawed into her soft shoulders. Climax after climax pounded into her as she watched the blonde beauty's face dissolve in pain and her screaming rang out. It was so good! And it was just beginning.
To Carlos it felt as if he had fucked into a furnace filled with sand. It was impossibly tight up Sally's ass – too tight. And without cunt-grease or anything else to ease his entry it felt as if it was peeling all the skin off his prick. But now Carla thought he knew how Sally felt, when Estancia ate her to orgasm while fucking her with the stick. Along with the agony of cornholing the dry-walled ass was an almost incredible sensation of delight.
Sally's asscheeks were forced wider and wider apart, until it seemed she was about to split open. Estancia was holding her shoulders now, looking at her face with an expression that nearly looked like love. Sally was howling wordlessly, madly. Her throat was raw and her voice hoarse, but still she screamed.
Bravely, Carla fucked home his mighty cock. The veins stood out on his bulging forearms from his exertion, but at last every one of his eight inches was planted solidly in Sally's rump.
At once he began to pull out. As Sally's squalling went up an octave, his breath whistled out through his teeth. He couldn't last long at this rate – it felt as if his guts would be sucked out through the tip of his prick!
Sally choked and coughed. Carlos' enormous cock was surely tearing the lining of her ass channel. Suddenly she could scream no more. "Oh Jesus," she gasped.
"Why? Oh… ahhhh…aaaiiieeeee! Oh please. Not any – more. Not… any… mooooore!"
Carla brought his cock out till just the head was plugging her butt. He bit his lip. Her asshole was strangling his cock. It felt like every blow job he ever had, all rolled into one.
"Hey Estancia!" came Fred's voice excitedly. "Hey, the iron's about ready. Hey, it's all hot."
The Chicana gave Sally a wolfish grin face to face and sprang up. "You come get ready to hold her, Fred," she said. "I'll take over heating the iron." She ran lightly to the fireplace, her big tits bouncing up and down.
"God damn you, Estancia," her brother snarled. "God damn you – you wouldn't!"
His sister's laugh was musical. "But I would!" she cried. "Oh, Rico, don't you see? It's for your own good! This gringa bitch trapped you, seduced you. She was trying to lure you away from the beautiful thing we have." She tossed her head, her hair flying free.
"After I've finished, with her you'll know," Estancia went on brightly. Her voice sounded like a little girl's. She paused for a minute and listened to Sally's sobbing, and the laboring of Carla' breath. He was trying to keep from coming off, and fighting a losing battle. "You'll see what happens to any bitch who tries to come between us. You won't want her any more. She'll be too ugly.
You won't want anybody but Estancia – your Estancia. Oh, we'll be together, my darling, my brother, my love."
"Damn you!" raged Ricky. "If you do anything more to her, I'll-"
"What was that?". Fred asked. A noise had sounded out front. He stood up from beside the fire, started to walk across the floor.
A spasm hit Carlos. His cock gave a mighty pulse and began to pump his load into Sally's asshole.
In front of the cabin, a car door slammed.
Frantically, Carlos pushed himself away from Sally with both hands. His cock came out of her butt pumping wildly, spraying white come all over her quivering asscheeks and onto the floor. He slipped and almost went down, then got to his feet and ran madly to the front window.
Fred was by the upright post, searching through his pants pockets. "Holy shit!"
Carlos yelled. "It's the police!"
Streamers of come still flying from his limp hose of cock, Carlos ran through the room and out the back way. Ricky pushed hard with his heels against the floor. He shoved himself up the wall into a standing position at the cost of a lot of skin from his back. "Give up, you shit!" he shouted.
A boom like a cannon shot crashed out, echoed round and around the mountains.
"Hold it right there, motherfucker!" a voice yelled from in back. "Don't shoot, I give up!" came Carlos' voice.
Fred found what he was looking for. Carlos' switch-blade snicked open in his beefy hand.
With a wild shriek of rage Estancia snatched up the red glowing iron and ran at Sally. "I'll get you!" she raged. "They won't stop me!"'
Ricky launched himself off the wall as Fred turned to stare dumbly at the naked fury with the burning iron. Ricky stumbled, recovered, clipped Estancia and spun her around off balance. Her momentum carried her onward as the branding iron flew out of her hands. Grabbing wildly for balance, she fell heavily into Fred, her black, black hair spilling against his chest.
The front door exploded inward. A lantern-jawed Chicano in a gray sheriff's uniform stood there, clutching a pump shotgun.
The knuckles on Estancia's lovely hands stood out whitely as she shoved herself away from the big blond man. Very, very slowly, as if moving under water, the girl got herself upright. She turned toward where her brother lay on the floor and her mouth opened.
A thin trail of blood ran from the stab wound in Estancia's solar plexus, down across her perfect belly. "Ricky, I-" she said, and died.
Fred made a swipe towards Sally, huddled sobbing at his feet. The deputy raised the riot gun and shot him twice. The sound filled the room as the burly sadist somersaulted backwards into the wail.
The uniformed deputy sheriff lowered the shotgun. "Miss Canavan," he said, "are you all right, Miss Canavan?" Then he seemed to really take in the scene for the first time and slumped against the doorframe. "Oh my God," he said.
A tall thin form shouldered past him. "Sally," it called out. "Ricky?"
"Daddy!" screamed Sally, and she fainted.
A few hours later, Ricky and Sally were driving down the mountain in Ricky's battered Chevrolet.
At Mr. Canavan's suggestion, the sheriff's men had consented to let the boy drive her home.
"So I finally talked to your father. He was sorry for what he'd done; he was out of his head when he found out you'd disappeared from my place. I told him I was afraid you were up at the cabin and to bring help. I left too quick to tell him any more," Ricky was saying. Sally slumped beside him on the seat, a deputy's coat wrapped around her against the chill.
"So I got to the cabin and managed to fuck up rescuing you. And thanks to my not explaining to your father, the sheriff's department almost didn't get here in time. He had to convince them he wasn't crazy, then find someone who knew where the cabin was. Luckily Eulogio Gonzales was on duty." Ricky swallowed.
"He's the one who shot Fred. He's… he's an old friend of the family."
They drove in silence for a couple of minutes. "I know I got you into this mess. I know I didn't do a hell of a lot right trying to get you out. When let you off at your folks' house, if you just want to walk away and never look back, I… I understand. You'd be right."
"Ricky," Sally said in a small voice.
"Yes, darlin'?"
"I love you."
Ricky slowed the car to a halt, pulled over. "You're crazy," he said. "I don't see how you'd want to look at me any more after I got you into this. After my own sister did such god awful things to you. I know you won't want me to touch you anym-"
His words were muffled as Sally's lips covered his. The coat was thrown open, exposing her naked body to his hungry hands.
The girl fumbled his fly open, and Ricky lifted his butt to allow her to slide his pants off. His big prick was hard and straight as he slid over into the passenger seat.
Warmth and wetness enfolded Ricky's cock as Sally lowered her cunt onto it.
That cunt had been flicked, sucked, and abused beyond all reason the last few days. But now it was as greedy as if it hadn't had a cock in years. And it seemed like that long since it had had the only cock it wanted-the one that was filling it now to overflowing.
Sally felt the beginnings of a climax tightening her pussy. She didn't try to fight it.
It would be-the first of many with Ricky. And they would have a long, long time.