After Estancia was done gloating over her latest humiliation of her lovely captive, she ordered Sally to clean up the mess she had made. Moving in a Daze, she found a mop and obeyed. She was not tied, nor did any of her captors keep a grip on her. She was too numbed and broken to try escaping right now.
When the floor was cleaned, Carlos was ordered to get Sally clean. Estancia warned him not to get turned on and stick his cock into the prisoner while washing her. "You got more important things to do with that giant chorizo of yours tonight, compadre," Estancia informed him. He grinned at her calling his cock a sausage, as-well as the promise of what lay ahead.
While Fred ran King Conann down the road to his owners, Carlos hustled Sally into the bathroom. The blonde had been surprised earlier to find the cabin had a shower, fed from a big water tank out back. The cabin looked rustic from the outside, but was really fairly comfortably equipped.
"Stancia's takin' a nap,!" Carlos said as he started the water, testing its temperature with a large brown hand. "I could fuck you silly in here and she'd never know. But I don't want to take no sloppy seconds from no dog. So get your ass in that shower and clean up, cunt."
His voice was harsh and unsympathetic. Dimly, Sally realized he had been as disgusted by her performance as turned on. Her enjoying it had made him think she was a real animal herself. She wanted to tell him, make him see that it was what he and his friend, and the woman they so slavishly obeyed, had done to her that made her act in such a degraded way. They had degraded her.
Sally stepped into the shower and stood, scarcely feeling the water running off her bare hide. "Get busy!" Carlos snarled. "Get yourself soaped and rinsed, pronto. Or I'll wait till Freddie gets back, and have him go over you with a wire brush!"
At this threat Sally picked up the bar of soap. Methodically she soaped all over her water gleaming body with it. She knew Carlos didn't want to soap her himself for fear of getting turned on and flicking her, against Estancia's instructions.
The girl wondered just what Fred and Carlos were afraid of, to obey Estancia so totally. Sally had seen the Chicana control them with the wiles of her body, had herself felt the dark-haired beauty's enormous sexual vitality. But there was more to it than that. There was an element of fear.
Running the soap over her tits, nipples hard from the water running over them, Sally thought she knew what it was. She had never met anybody really insane before. The closest she had ever come, ironically, was the time her father had raped her on the couch. Glowing in his eyes was what she knew must have been madness.
That same look was in Estancia Cruz's midnight eyes all the time. And the look that came over that lovely olive face in times of anger or lust, frustration or evil triumph, made that look seem like the soberest sanity. The Chicana's expression at such times was really unearthly. Like a fiend from Hell.
Reluctantly, Sally reached down to her cunt. She spread the lips with her finger and shuddered as she felt the trapped juices run out. Dog come and the sauces of her own unnatural lust. God, what had happened to her? With her fingers she soaped the inside of her cunt, cleaning away the remnants of that ungodly fucking. She scoured herself as if trying to cleanse away the shame, until Carlos asked brusquely did she plan to stay in there all night? Then she rinsed, washed her hair.
Her wet body shone magnificently in the light as she stepped from the shower.
She could see that her appearance from behind the translucent curtain had given Carlos an Instant hard-on. She couldn't know that standing there wet and naked, she was the most innocently beautiful creature the stocky man had ever seen.
He seated himself on the toilet's lowered cover and treated himself to a smoke while Sally toweled herself dry. His eyes roved over her nakedness in constant appreciation. Sally no longer noticed. After what she'd been through, standing naked in a bathroom with a strange man watching was nothing to her.
With the feeling of cleanliness, Sally felt a return of self-respect that she hadn't had since her kidnapping. Or, really, since that terrible moment a century ago when her father had discovered her and Ricky on the couch.
Ricky. How long since she had thought of him? He belonged to another world, it seemed now. The gentleness of his fucking, the warmth of his love, seemed alien to her, as if she'd imagined them or read about them in a book. Did he miss her? Was he searching for her? She knew deep inside that he wouldn't abandon her. But Sally Canavan was beyond hope. She knew her boyfriend would never find her in time to save her from whatever fiendish degradation and perhaps disfigurement his demon sister had in mind.
All there was now was to face her fate proudly, not let Estancia see her humiliated any more, no matter what was done to her.
Sally piled her dripping hair atop her head and wrapped it in a dry towel.
Then, without a glance at Carlos, she went past him and walked into the living room.
Eyes riveted on the jouncing of the girl's naked buns, Carlos followed. He noticed that she stood a little taller. Her spirit was coming back. That might make Estancia's climactic torture and humiliation of the captive all the sweeter, but the new spring in the nude blonde's stride might also mean she had been pushed too far and would no longer crawl to the devilish sexual manipulations of Estancia Cruz. He was wondering what had caused the change in Sally, when he heard a scuffling sound behind him.
Instinct made him turn with the switchblade sticking open in his hand.
A booted foot flashed up and kicked the knife in a glittering arc across the room. A straight right smash of a fist rocked his head back.
Putting his head down, he lunged straight into his attacker's stomach. A hammerblow on the back of his neck made his head swim even as he heard the breath chuff out of his opponent.
Sally gasped as Carlos charged. Bent over his broad back, flailing with his fists, was Ricky Cruz!
Carlo pounded Ricky's sides. The youth brought his knee up into Carlos' chest with a thud. The heavy man gasped and wrapped muscular arms around him.
Breathing heavily, sweating and straining, the two men grappled. Sally heard Estancia's voice from the bedroom, wondering what in hell the racket was. The brunette's lush figure appeared at the door just as Ricky tore free and reeled across the room. He bounced off the wall and went down to one knee. Carlo shook his head like an angry bull and lunged after him.
Ricky spun to meet him. Steel flashed and tore. The brawny Chicano bellowed and stepped back, clutching at his stomach.
He brought his hand up, bloody. Estancia screamed, terror in her voice. Carlo. looked down at the dripping red tear diagonally across his belly. Dumbly, he felt through his shirt.
The knife had only torn through the skin of his hard-muscled stomach. He looked at the youth, crouching by the wall, Carlos' knife a silver gleam in his hand.
Carlos was shorter than the other, and far heavier with muscle and sinew. But there was no way he would take Ricky on at this moment, even with a magnum. It wasn't just the knife. Right now Ricky's black eyes were burning with the same mad, wicked fire he had seen so often in Estancia's eyes.
Slowly, bent over, Ricky advanced, the knife weaving like a cobra before him.
"Get back!" he hissed. "Over by the bedroom door. You move wrong, and I'll cut your balls off!"
Carlos obeyed. Ricky followed a few paces away, not letting his opponent get the upright post between them. "Okay," Ricky said when Carlos stood by Estancia, "take her by the arm and tie her to the post. Sally, honey?".
"Yes, Ricky," Sally said, her voice weak with relief.
"Can you find another rope?" The girl nodded.
Nervously, Carlos took hold of Estancia's arm. He looked as if he expected her to bite him. But it was as if he wasn't there. As he led her to the post, she kept her gaze on her brother. Her eyes were wide with the panic of a trapped animal. She recognized her own madness in her brother's eyes, and knew she'd find no mercy there.
Ricky circled around, keeping his distance. As he sidestepped, his back passed the door through which he'd entered.
A hamhock-like fist shot,from behind him. It rabbit-punched him neatly in the back of his neck with sufficient force to bounce his chin off his chest. As he slumped Fred was on him, chopping the knife from his nerveless fingers.
Sally ground her fists into her cheeks, mouth open to scream. But the scream never came.
Wrists bound behind him, Ricky sat propped against one wall, naked. His jaw hung open and his breath came in a snore. Sally gazed at him from where she was slumped by the post, tied to it again. Was he all right? His breath seemed to be even and regular. But Fred had knocked him unconscious with one blow. Would there be damage to his brain?
A fire burned cheerfully in the fireplace. Outside the cabin evening darkened into night. At the dining table, Estancia Cruz was finishing dressing the cut on Carlos' stomach.
Fred sat in a chair, smoking. He seemed oddly content. His gaze occasionally flicked over Sally's nude body, and he would smile to himself. Had Estancia let him in on her plans for Sally that evening? The blonde suspected so. The thought made her feel weak.
"You'll have to get this stitched up, Carlito," Estancia told the burly Chicano. Gauze bandages were taped over the long cut, and the girl was winding an Ace bandage around his midsection to hold everything in place. "But this'll hold you together tonight. You've got a job to do, no?"
She patted him on the shoulder and smiled lewdly at him. He hoisted himself off the chair. Estancia glanced at the inert form of her brother. A shadow passed over her face.
"Get a pail of water and wake him up," Estancia commanded Fred. He heaved his bulk out of the chair and flicked the cigarette butt into the fireplace.
As Fred did what he was told, Estancia walked over to stand above Sally, fists on her hips. "Well, chiquita," she told her cringing captive, "tonight's the night. I'm glad my brother dropped in on us. It'd be a shame for him to miss the fun."
Smiling sweetly, she bent, over the naked girl. Without warning she lashed out and slapped Sally across the face. "You think you're something," she hissed, just 'cause you got my brother to screw that ugly cunt of yours. Well you ain't nothin' to him, baby, nothin' at all. He might think so, but in just a minute I'm gonna show him – and you – different. With what I got to give him, he'll never even want to look at you again."
Estancia straightened up. A smile of triumph crossed her full lips. "And after I'm finished with you, baby, nobody's gonna want to look at you again!"
A bucket of water dashed in his face brought Ricky around, groaning and sputtering. "Owww," he moaned. "What the fuck happened?" He tried to raise his hand to rub his aching neck, found he couldn't.
"What the hell?" Slowly he raised his head. His sister stood before `him, looking down at him with a smile.
"Estancia!" Ricky exclaimed. "You bitch, what the hell have you done? What are you doing to Sally?"
Estancia's smile broadened. "We're taking good care of her," she purred, glancing back at her captive. "She's got food to eat, a roof over her head, and all the fucking she can handle. Hey, Rico, she's a hot little bitch! You should of seen her this after noon – we brought a big old-"
"Shut up!" yelled Ricky. "Let me go, goddamnit! Let us both go or I'll-" He launched into a stream of rapid-fire Spanish, his face darkening with anger.
Estancia ignored him. "Anyway, your little gringa girl friend has been having so much fun with us, I'm glad you showed up to join in." She pulled the sweater off over her head. Her heavy tits bobbled enthusiastically in a white brassiere. "You've had to go so long without any real lovin'…"
"What are you doing?" her brother demanded. The girl covered her jugs with the sweater while one hand reached behind her.
"So I'm going to take care of you the way I used to before you started running after pasty-faced Anglo bitches."
She shrugged out of the brassiere, keeping her jugs hidden by the sweater. She dropped the bra and undid the snap on her jeans., "Nobody ever loved you the way your sweet baby sister did, que no?-" She kicked off her boots.
Ricky blushed furiously. "Oh, I told her all about you and me, babe," Estancia purred. She unzipped the jeans, stepped gracefully out of them. Her ripe twat bulged out the lacy front of the yellow panties. Black hairs wisped out through the weave of the fabric.
Coyly, Estancia covered her crotch with the jeans. She stepped up to her brother and draped the jeans over his head. "Yeah, babe," she breathed. She could feel the cloth of her sweater thrilling the big nipples on her boobs.
Desire welled up in her loins. She glanced back over her shoulder to where Sally sat staring wide-eyed at the scene. "Yeah, I told your girl about how you took my cherry when I was twelve. How.you first fucked me up the ass on my thirteenth birthday. How you taught me to suck cock."
The brunette smiled at her captive. She never told me any of this! Sally thought wildly. But she knew it was true. "Then I started to teach you things, Ricky. I put you through changes you never imagined." The jeans slipped off Ricky's head, fell to the floor. Estancia took a fistful of her brother's hair.
She pulled his head back.
"When our parents were killed we moved into that apartment together, querido.
Just you and me. It was heaven that way. You were all mine. Your hard, hard body, your big hard throbbing cock – all mine!" She thrust her hips forward and ground the mound of her cuint into Ricky's face. He winced and tried to twist away, but Estancia held him firmly.
"Smell that?" she demanded, rolling her hips. "You know that smell, brother dear. That's your sister's pussy. You've stuck your nose into it real often, haven't you? Did you tell your little Sally that? Did you tell her it belongs to you? Or that you belong to it? That's what we're about to show her, Ricky darling."
Ricky, kept trying to turn his head away. Estancia let her sweater fall to the floor. Her huge boobs swung free. The nipples stood out boldly from the vast expanse of tit-flesh. They were rock-hard with lust. The girl reached down and slipped her fingers between her thigh and the elastic of her panties and slipped them aside, thrusting her bared pussy into her brother's face.
"There, Ricky!" she cried. "It's all ready for you! Eat me, baby! Eat your sister's red-hot pussy!"
Ricky moaned. The hot scent of Estancia's pussy filled his nostrils. Visions of sex with his sister filled his head.,The times he'd lapped her oozing cunt, or plowed into it with his cock. Driving up her clutching asshole with his powerful prick,' or reaming it out with a lust-stiffened tongue. Her skilled mouth and tongue working over his cock with fiery love.
By the post, Sally watched in mute fascination. This explained everything, from Ricky's reluctance to bring her to his – and Estancia's – apartment, to Estancia's unnatural and evil lust for revenge against Sally. Till this minute, Sally hadn't really understood what the strange and lovely girl had wanted revenge for.
Why didn't Ricky tell me? Sally thought in pain. Why didn't he explain? I would've understood! But `as she thought that she wondered if the innocent virgin she had been such a short time ago would have understood.
She could now.
But now it was too late.
Blood-swollen pussy lips smeared juices all over Ricky's mouth. Erotic scenes assaulted his brain. He `could no longer restrain himself. Lewd slurping noises filled the room as he began to lap feverishly at his sister's brimming pussy.
Estancia gasped with pleasure. "Oh! That's right!" she cried. "Eat my cunt! Eat your sister's pussy! Oh I need you! You do me so good! Suck my cunt, suck it!"
Ricky's tongue licked along the red insides of the girl's slash, sending sparks of pleasure to her brain. The brunette shifted her feet to push her pussy even harder into his mouth. Sally got a glimpse of Ricky's crotch. His cock stood stiff as a flagpole with excitement. She felt a twinge of heartache at the sight of his hard prick. How much she-loved that mighty cock! How long it seemed since she'd had it in her. Now it seemed she'd never have it again, that Estancia would have her terrible. vengeance and then keep Ricky forever.
With a shriek of pleasure, Estancia came. Her cunt oils gushed out and flowed down her brother's chin. He gobbled her hungrily, trying to suck up every last drop of greasy goodness.
"There we go," murmured Estancia, stepping back. Droplets of cunt juice glittered in her bush. "That's so much better! My pussy's been sooooo lonely for you." With a quick motion she stripped off her panties and stood revealed, naked and glorious.
"Now, Rico," Estancia said, eyes towing. "Let's show this little gringa slut what flicking really means!"
With pussy oil smeared all over his face, Risky shook his head. The momentary rush of fever had passed. "No, Estancia!" he cried. "We can't do this! We-"
His sister stepped forward and crushed his face between her massive boobs.
Succulent tit-flesh enfolded him, ripe with the rich fragrance of girl. She rubbed them on either side of his head. Then she pulled back, squeezing her jugs together. She thrust them towards his mouth. Twin nubbins of nipple stabbed at him till he gave in and started to gnaw and lick at them.
Estancia dropped, sliding her red-tipped fits down Ricky's chin, down his chest and belly. Then she trapped his rigid cock between them and began to jack him off between the mountainous cushions of tit-flesh. Ricky moaned.
Hopelessly, Sally wished it would stop. This was worse than anything, to watch Estancia take her man away from her.
The purple bar of cock throbbed hungrily between the olive-skinned jugs. The satiny flesh tortured Ricky's prick with delight. His belly muscles tightened with desire for his hot-blooded sister.
Urgently, Estancia tugged at her brother's legs, pulling them out in front of him. Her tits were trapped between his muscular thighs, and she rolled her shoulders to fuck them around his cock. It felt like a heated steel rod on the sensitive skin of her beautiful globes of tit. The rank smell of her eager pussy filled the room.
Ricky started to squirm again, fighting for self-control. "No, Estancia," he made himself grit out. "You got to stop. This isn't right. Let us go, we can't do this."
Estancia pulled her jugs out of his crotch. Her raven hair flew as she swooped her head down, entrapped the glowing scarlet head of her brother's cock in her ruby lips. She sucked, hard. Her cheeks caved into deep hollows. Ricky threw back his head and gasped. Her sucking on his cock seemed to literally lift his ass off the floor with its erotic power.
Estancia sucked and sucked that giant cock till it seemed she'd suck it inside-out. Every muscle in Ricky's lean body seemed taut. Veins stood out on his temples, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He seemed to be in awful pain, but what he was feeling was unbelievable, unbearable pleasure.
When it seemed she couldn't keep it up any more without killing her brother, when he felt he was about to burst apart, when Ricky was almost ready to blast off and fill his sister's face with boiling come, Estancia let the cockhead go.
The prick waved back and forth, pulsing with excitement. Estancia smiled with delight, and straddled her brother's crotch.
"Watch this!" she tossed over her shoulder to Sally. Fascinated, the girl watched the black thatch of pussy descend toward the straining cock. A tiny pinkness of drooling pussy lips peeked out of the tangled bush.
They cunt lips touched the swollen cockhead and spread. The tip of Ricky's prick disappeared between them. Sally watched the triangular head of the prick wedge open the tender pussy mouth, slide inside with agonizing slowness. Again Sally was fascinated that such a small body as Estancia's could take in so much cock meat.
Estancia stopped with just the prick's head in her cunt. "How's that?" she asked. "How do you like it?"
"F-fine!" her brother responded weakly.
"Who's got a sweeter pussy than your sister? Who else can make you feel this good?" Estancia demanded throatily.
"Nobody," gasped Ricky. "No-nobody." Sally's heart fell.
With well-trained muscles, Estancia began to suck her brother's big cock into her snatch. Sally saw the cunt mouth actually tighten around the swollen shaft of Ricky's cock as Estancia let herself lower and lower. The intruding thickness of cock forced her buttocks farther and farther apart as it went in.
Finally the dripping lips of Estancia's cunt kissed the furry base of Ricky's cock. A trail of cool honey ran from her cunt down over his taut ball sac.
Sally could see `the pussy fluid glisten in the light.
The flickering light of the fire molded Estancia's fantastic body in soft shadow. The curves of her back and ass were `perfection. Sally knew the insane black-haired girl, evil as she was, was the most beautiful woman she would ever see. She could even feel a pang of lust, for Estailcia's incredible body made her cunt water.
Gently, Estancia kissed her brother on the mouth. His eyes were shut tight. She teased his lips open with her tongue. The muscles of her cunt tightened, rippled along the buried length of his cock. He groaned as her tongue slid into his mouth.
Then hands were all over him as she kissed him. Estancia began to fuck her brother with furious passion. Up and down went her hips, twisting and turning and corkscrewing along every inch of that throbbing prick. It filled her to overflowing, stretching the walls of her pussy to ecstasy.
Sucking noises came from their fucking groins. Sally could see glittering droplets of cunt juice splashing over Estancia's rubbery asscheeks. Hollowness filled the blonde girl's stomach. She knew she could never fuck Ricky with the fire and fury Estancia was screwing him with. Estancia was right. With what the raven-haired girl had to give her brother, he need never look at the blonde again!
Red welts striped Ricky's back where his sister's long nails dug into him. Her mounting passion drove her into a frenzy. Her brother's cock was so big, and So sweet. She could taste it with her pussy, feel the pleasure she was giving him.
Inside her churning belly her cunt was sucking his prick as expertly as a hooker's mouth. And his thick prick was grinding her cit down to a nubbin.
Estancia wasn't thinking about her revenge now. She was thinking about how she had all she ever wanted. Her brother's cock crammed all the way into her cunt!
The temperature in the room seemed-to rise as the pair rushed toward climax.
Then suddenly both began to squeal and grunt like fucking pigs around their interlocked mouthfuls of tongue. The others could see their strong young bodies shaken by the violent tremors of their glorious mutual orgasm.
The muscles of Estancia's tawny back stood out in bold relief as she crushed herself to her brother, her tits burning holes in his powerful chest. Sally saw her beloved's ball-sac throb in time to the spurting of his mighty cock, deep in his sister's cunt. When her climax hit, Estancia had quit her mad pumping and forced herself down, impaling herself as hard as she could on Ricky's cock.
She squirmed, grinding her ass into his groin, taking him all in.
A line of white, appeared where the lips of Estancia's cunt were wrapped around the base of Ricky's cock. His come had filled her greedy belly and flooded out of her. It ran in a sticky stream down his balls as he kept pumping it into her pussy.
When the fires of climax had died down, Estancia shivered all over like a wet dog. With excruciating slowness she lifted herself from Ricky's prick. It slid agonizingly out, still hard. Its magnificent length was shiny with the mingled juices of their come.
Her black-furred cunt was reluctant to give up its big prize. The red lips clung greedily to the cock head, slurping and slobbering, and finally let go, with a pop. A string of come slowly oozed from the loose cunt mouth and slopped into Ricky's crotch.
Gooey strands of come slithered down Estancia's sweat-sheened, firm thighs as she walked proudly to the center of the room. She loomed over her captive like a craven figure of a goddess of lust, savoring Sally's defeat as she'd savored Ricky's prick. Sally lifted her head to look into her triumphal jet-black gaze.
Strong hands twined in blonde hair. Estancia thrust her messy, dripping pussy forward. "Eat it!" she commanded Sally. "Clean out my cunt. Lick all your lover's come out of his sister's steaming quim!"