Jennifer's New Family

Jennifer's New Family - The Second Year

Part 4

When Jennifer and Chelsea returned to the house, it was perfectly quiet. Neither the boys, nor the adults were anywhere to be seen or heard. That suited the girls just fine. They quickly slipped down to Jennifer's makeshift bedroom in the basement, Chelsea still sniffling. The younger girl's cheeks were red and the humiliation of what she'd just endured still burned. Her cute little ass still stung from the harsh spanking, even harder than what she'd gotten from her dad.

They sat for a moment on the edge of the bed near each other. Jennifer put her arm around her cousin, not knowing what to say. Chelsea seemed stiff, as though not wanting to be close but not wanting to be rude either. After several long minutes, she said flatly, "They hate me."

Jennifer sighed softly, realizing how much she'd grown up in the last year. She remembered thinking that herself at first when they had started raping and torturing her. But eventually she had realized that it was not true. It wasn't hate. They really liked her, in fact. It was more that they had no respect for her, or for Chelsea. Over the months Jennifer was becoming more convinced with each day that girls deserved no respect. She was increasingly convinced she was happiest when she was shown no respect. But she also knew that Chelsea was not ready to hear such things, and so she made no direct reply at first. Finally she gave her cousin a squeeze and said, "They do like you. They just have a funny way of showing it sometimes."

Chelsea looked at her incredulously and Jennifer decided it was best to change the subject. "Come on, you should take a shower. The boys are out doing chores or something so it's a great time. It'll make you feel better, and you don't want your mom to see you've been crying do you? She'll ask why..."

The younger girl shuddered. The thought of confessing what had happened in the barnyard had shaken her. It was more than she could bear than to admit the awful experience. She nodded her head and got to her feet. "OK," she muttered, and started removing her clothing. Jennifer rose too, watching out of the corner of her eye, curious to see the body of her young cousin - a part of herself hating herself for the curiosity. Her breasts were a little larger than Jennifer had realized - perhaps a B cup. She wore cotton panties with a small pink bow on the front of the waistband. As she slid them down her thin legs, Chelsea revealed a not-quite-bald pussy, a few wisps of red hair around the slit that was still slightly swollen. The girl was very attractive, Jennifer decided. Perhaps even more than herself, and she felt a momentary wave of resentment. Would the men want her more than herself? She frowned as true jealousy washed through her for the first time in her life.

"Ok, well I'm gonna go upstairs and do some stuff," Jennifer said, looking away and letting her cousin wrap herself in a towel to go to the shower across the basement. "Everything will be ok, I promise." She smiled and received a weak smile in return, then headed for the stairs. Chelsea watched her go, feeling sad and suddenly very alone. She bit her soft lip, her young mind once more recalling the shattering orgasm that had been forced upon her. The muscles in her thighs tightened and her clit tingled a little.

Jennifer went upstairs, unnerved by the silence in the house. She felt constricted and conspicuous in her clothing, so much more conservative than she was used to. She stood silent in the middle of the room for awhile, not knowing what to do. Normally she might have sought out one of the men and asked to pleasure them, but with new people in the house she knew that was out of the question for now. Having her aunt and cousin around seemed to have changed everything for her. She was becoming more aware than she had been in months of how unnatural her new life was. Suddenly the thought of the hungry looks thrown her way made feel embarrassed or humiliated, rather than excited. It was like the first time all over again.

She sighed and went to the computer for lack of anything else to do. She opened her email and quickly scanned through notes from a couple of her school friends. She smiled at a letter from Rhonda, her closest friend, who was going on about how she'd let her new boyfriend see her boobs, if only by the dim light of a half moon through the car, last night as they were making out. No one at school had any idea that Jennifer was not a virgin, and so her girlfriends liked to think they were teaching her about sex by describing how it feels when a boy looks at you or touches you for the first time. Jennifer was glad that Rhonda was getting along so well with her boyfriend, but sometimes she wished she could tell Rhonda how it feels to let a room full of guys watch you masturbate.

She giggled to herself and went on to her next email, wondering how Rhonda would feel if she knew that Jennifer's entire family read every email she received. The next email was from Robert Hardcastle. Jennifer frowned. She knew him, but had never really talked to him. He was an upperclassman, three years older than herself, and was one of the school's bad boys. He'd only escaped juvenile detention by the skin of his teeth last year. What was he writing her about. Worse, why did the subject line start with "Re: Saturday"?

"Sounds great! I think you are totally hot! I'll pick you up at 6:00. I know just the place where we can have a totally awesome time :) I can't wait to see you in person dressed in that outfit. I never knew what a hot chick you really are!"

Confused, she scrolled down further, seeing an email, apparently from herself, and read it with a quickening heartbeat. "Robert, I know you don't know me well, but I think you are totally hot, and was wondering if you would go out with me on Saturday. We don't have to go anyplace special. In fact, if we went someplace where we could be totally alone and, you know, private, I bet we'd both have an awesome time! ;-) I got a new outfit just for you, and here's a preview of it. I got some special new panties to go with it, but you'll have to agree to go out with me to see them!"

Jennifer stared open-mouthed at the screen as she read words that she had never written, to a boy she barely knew. She scrolled down further and there, embedded in the email, was a picture of herself. The boys were always taking pictures of her, but they were always kept private. Until now. She was standing with big smile on her face, dressed in a pink halter top, through which the outlines of her pink nipples could clearly be seen. Her midriff was bare, showing her slender waist. Low on her hips, dangerously low, was the waistband of a micro-minskirt, a pink color that matched the top. The skirt was pleated and flared out, which allowed the thin material to sway provocatively despite the fact that it was scant inches long. The hem was contoured in curves at it snaked around her hips, rising a little high in the front and a little low in the back, just enough to cover her bottom or her pussy as long as she was standing with no breeze blowing. If there was the slightest wind, or she sat, there was pretty much nothing concealed. She had a horrifying image of sitting sitting next to Robert in the car and shuddered.

It was Saturday today. In only hours this guy would be knocking on the door, expecting to see her dressed like a slut and eager to go out with him. He expected her to show him her panties, which it would be hard to conceal. He would expect her to have sex with him. Worst of all, her reputation at school would be dramatically changed. She had always managed to keep her identity at home separate from her identity at school. Despite the fact that dressed much more sexy than she used to, she'd managed to maintain a reputation of an innocent girl. After tonight, there would be an end to that. There was no question in her mind of turning down the date. This was one of the boys' idea of a joke, and that meant it had to be obeyed.

"You got an admirer."

Jennifer jumped at the unexpected male voice directly behind her. She whipped around to look up into John's face, grinning down at her. Her mom was beside him, wearing a flushed expression that Jennifer knew meant she had just been used. She had cleaned the glitter off her body and changed clothes, dressed in a crop top tshirt and short-shorts. "I didn't send it~!" she exclaimed, instantly terrified of punishment.

Her step-father chuckled. "I know that, you little cunt," he said. "Me and the boys have decided that it's not fair for us to keep you all to ourselves. The rest of the world should get to experience what a great fuck you are. Don't you agree, dear?"

The last sentence was directed to Maryjane, who stepped forward and swallowed quickly before nodding her head. "Yes sir, of course," she replied, but her blue eyes looked sympathetically at her daughter. John reached under her crop-top and gave her breast a squeeze, as though a reward for her agreement. Maryjane moaned softly. Jennifer felt her stomach tying itself up into knots, her mind whirling as she tried to cope with her instantly-changed world.

"I'll expect you to be just as nice to Robert as you are to us," her step-father said, more than a hint of warning in his voice. "And to find a way to prove it to us."

Chelsea had to admit that the shower did feel good, and her spirits slowly rose as the warm water washed over her young, naked body, clearing away the barnyard dirt and tear streaks. It was the strangest shower she'd ever seen, though. It was completely on the other side of the basement from Jennifer's room, and there were no walls or shower curtains, just a wide open area with a drain nearby. She felt a little creepy. Anyone who walked into the basement would see her instantly. That made her wash herself quickly, out of fear that one or more of the boys would come down and catch her. Not that there was any reason for them to come down. Aside from Jennifer's room and the shower, there seemed to be little else but clutter down here. Boxes stacked here and there was about it.

She scrubbed herself vigorously, her soft skin turning pink. She avoided washing between her legs for a long time, not wanting to touch herself where the boys had touched her, for some reason that she couldn't explain to herself. But eventually she turned her head into the warm spray and spread her legs, soaping up her pussy and scrubbing it. The touch did remind her of what the boys had done, but she didn't feel the excitement that they had forced upon her. She wasn't sure whether she was glad of that or not.

She finally turned off the water and ran her hands through her wet, red hair, pulling it back out of her face and getting the water out of her closed eyes, turning toward the room as she did so. When she opened her green eyes again she opened her mouth as if to scream, but the shock was so great that she could make no sound come. All three of the boys were there, watching her, grinning broadly at her naked body, fully revealed to them. She3 brought down her hands, using one arm to cover her breasts and the other to place a hand over her pussy, and in her sudden hysteria she dropped to her knees in abject horror.

"Go away!" she cried out, looking up at them with pleading eyes. "Please leave me alone! Please!"

But the three older boys only moved closer to her, instead of away. Chelsea trembled, naked on the floor, as the twins roughly gripped her slippery body under her arms and hauled her up to her feet. The girls squirmed and struggled, but even with her body wet as it was she wasn't able to escape their grasp. Tony got a firm grip on her slim wrists and yanked her hands behind her back while Jason stepped forward, looking down at the small girl with leering eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks once more. Without really thinking about what she was doing, Chelsea saw that Jason was in range and brought a swift knee up, aiming between his legs.

Jason twisted just enough that the blow caught him on the inner thigh. He glared down at her. "Now that wasn't nice," he said, nodding to his younger brothers. Tommy got down to take hold of her ankles and force her legs apart as Tony lifted her bodily up several inches from the floor. "You've earned this," said Jason, taking careful aim. He brought his own knee up hard, slamming it squarely against her vulnerable pussy.

Chelsea cried out in sudden, shocking agony as her pussy was mashed against the bone of his knee. Her labia was bruised and flattened, but before she could react more he gave her another hard blow, this time directly to her clit, and she shrieked out again. "AAAHHHGGGHH! Stop it! Please stop it! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Chelsea squirmed and quivered in the grasp of the boys, humiliated and agonized as she never thought possible.

"Now then," Jason said, taking her chin in his large hand and forcing her to look up at him. "Are you going to be nice to us?" Chelsea nodded her heaad rapidly, her chest heaving with sobs. Jason smiled, letting his hand trail down to her small breast, squeezing it and teasing the hard little nipple. "Nice titties, you little slut. Bet they're gonna be something when you grow up." The girl was silent, face burning red with shame. After a moment, Jason pinched the nipple hard and twisted it, eliciting another shriek from the girl. "That's rude. When I give you a compliment, I expect you to thank me!"

"AHHH! Th-thank you!" Chelsea shrieked, wondering what kind of nightmare she'd walked into.

"That's better," Jason said. "Ok, let her down." The twins lowered her to the floor and released the wet, sobbing girl, who instantly collapsed to her knees again. "You are a pretty hot little slut. Very fuckable." There was silence for a moment save for a soft moan of despair from the girl. "That was a compliment, you cunt."

"Thank you!" said Chelsea quickly through her tears. The throbbing pain in her pussy and nipples was making her see stars. She wanted to run away and hide, but there was no place to go. These evil boys had her surrounded, and they'd as much as admitted that they were going to rape her! She wanted to just curl up and die.

What do you think, cunt?" leered Tommy. "You want to get fucked by us? You sure look like you want to get fucked, showing your hot little slut body to us like that!" All the boys laughed harshly at the kneeling girl, delighting in the degradation that fairly oozed from her.

"N-no...no please. Please don't rape me!" she sobbed.

"Don't you like us" jeered Tony. "You think we're ugly or something? We're not good enough for a horny little bitch like you? You're too good for us, is that it?" There was genuine menace in his voice, and Chelsea trembled.

"N-no!" she protested quickly, thinking fast to find an answer that wouldn't make them angry. She didn't understand they weren't really angry to begin with, just having their brand of fun by intimidating her. "I...I just...I've never....never done anything like that! Please don't make me! I'm not a...not like that...I'm a good girl." She was sinking lower on her knees, fairly writhing on the floor in front of them in her desperation to be free from their torment.

"Well," said Jason, drawing out the word. "Maybe you could convince us not to fuck your tight little cunt." He grinned. He could see her visibly shrink every time he used the word. "You have any experience sucking cock?"

Chelsea shook her head violently, but before she could utter a verbal response, Jason continued. "Well here's the deal. Suck each of us off, right now, and we won't fuck you. It's your loss, but if you're gonna be a tease and show off like this, you gotta give us something. You can take our cocks in your mouth or your cunt. Which is it gonna be?"

Chelsea continued to writhe on the floor, desperate to find an answer to the impossible choice she was given. She'd never even seen a cock before, and here were three guys, all looking at her naked, and demanding sex with her. She hesitated long moments.

"If you don't decide quick, we'll decide for you," said Tommy. "And personally I'm really liking the look of that twat of yours."

"I'll suck!" The words almost exploded from the girl before she even knew what she was saying. Then her small body shook as she lowered her head in shame, tears spilling on to the floor. "I'll suck," she repeated. "Just please don't rape me."

The boys all grinned at each other and Tony hauled her to her feet again. "Good girl," he said. "Now, let's make this more interesting. If this really is your first time, we want it to be special!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her so she faced him, then held her close and forced her hands behind her back. With her face pressed into his chest, Chelsea cringed with terror and revulsion. Then she felt one of the other boys doing something with her wrists, and before she knew what they were up to her hands were locked behind her in leather cuffs.

"Stop!" she cried. "I won't fight you! You don't need to tie me up! I'll be good, I promise!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. "We know you'll be good," said Tommy, tying a long length of rope to the cuffs and threading it between her legs as Tony released her from his embrace. "Like we said, this is just to make it more fun!" They all laughed at the girl, standing helpless with her wrists bound, and the coarse rope between her legs, the other end in Tommy's firm grasp. With a short chuckle he pulled the rope tight, and Chelsea squealed as she felt it pull into her tender pussy, burying itself into her slit until it was completely hidden.

"Come on, little whore!" shouted Jason. "Time to have us some fun!"

Yanking harshly on the rope, the boys pulled Chelsea along, the girl trotting behind them, ashamed and tormented by their laughter as she was led along by the obscene leash. They forced her to make two laps around the garage, the rope chafing her tender pink pussy flesh as she struggled to keep up, tears blurring her pretty green eyes. At last they forced her into the makeshift bedroom they'd created for Jennifer, bringing her to the middle of the small room.

"Now, get on your knees and suck cock," Jason growled. "Me first."

The naked little girl sobbed, sinking slowly and carefully to her knees, hissing softly as Tommy still kept the rope tight in her hurting pussy. She looked up at the three grinning boys in confusion after a moment. "I...I can't," she protested. "You're still dressed!" She allowed herself briefly to hope that this meant they'd changed their minds.

"It's your job to get our cocks out, you slut!" growled Jason. When all he got in return was another confused look, he said. "Use your teeth, you dumb bitch."

At last it dawned on Chelsea what they were demanding, and feeling more humiliated than ever she crawled forward on her knees until she was directly in front of Jason. She leaned forward, sobbing even more heavily now as she opened her soft lips against Jason's crotch. She could feel his hard shaft under his jeans as she used her white teeth to pull and twist at the button until, after what seemed and eternity, it finally released. Then she had to use her tongue carefully to get under the tab of the zipper so she could get it with her teeth and tug it down. It took several long attempts. The stares of the boys were like physical things to her as she turned her head this way and that, rubbing her soft cheek against his crotch as she struggled with the reluctant zipper. Finally it was down and she pulled his jeans open, first one side and then the other, with her teeth.

There was a moment of hesitation, then the girl closed her eyes and leaned forward again, rubbing her face up and down, trying to get her teeth under the waistband of his black underwear. Her degradation mounted with each moment. She could smell the musky aroma of him, feel the throbbing shaft against her cheek. At last she was able to pull the underwear down, and his large, hard cock sprang forward, batting her across her small freckled nose. Suppressing a shudder of revulsion, Chelsea opened her mouth and as lightly as she could touched her lips to the head of the cock, feeling a little nauseated. She hoped Jennifer would come back and rescue her from this madness, but no rescue was evident.

Jason suddenly thrust his hips forward and forced his hard cock into the girl's mouth. She choked briefly, afraid she would be sick, trembling on her knees and still wincing occasionally as Tommy amused himself by tugging at the rope that slit her virgin pussy. The warm flesh in her mouth seemed alive, pulsing, and she tried to focus on just putting an end to this horrible ordeal.

But she didn't really know what to do. The thought of touching it with her tongue was disgusting, but she couldn't avoid it. She tightened her lips around it and sucked on the shaft, the point of her tongue rubbing along the underside. A horrifying thought struck her young mind: What if he peed in her mouth! She almost vomited right there, but managed somehow to keep control of herself. Jason put his hand on her head and forced her back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth, the head banging agains the back of her throat.

Already her jaws ached. His cock was huge, and it hurt to keep her jaws so wide for so long. But there was nothing she could do except end this as quickly as possible. If only she knew what to do! She felt his cock throb as she licked it, so she did it some more. It throbbed harder when she licked around the head, so in desperation she did that as well. Anything to end this awful nightmare!

"Ohhhh fuck yeah!" groaned Jason, thrusting his hips harder against the girl's soft lips. "This bitch is gonna make me cum hard! She sucks like shit, but there's something about her that makes me wanna blow!"

Chelsea's face burned with shame as she listened to them laugh at her, talking about her like some cheap whore. She gagged hard as Jason forced her head further down on his hard cock, shoving it into her throat, or trying to. She choked and coughed, but he only shoved his cock into her aching mouth again. Then she felt it...a swelling at first, then throbbing in the vein underneath the shaft, and then the hot creamy liquid exploded into her mouth, Jason holding her head by the hair. She squealed in panic as she choked on it, some of the nasty stuff forced down her throat, and she struggled hard not to vomit. More of the boy's cum spilled out past her lips and drooled hotly down her chin.

"Fuck yeah!" he growled, pumping his hips hard against her face as he came. "Fuck she's got a tight mouth! Suck it bitch! Suck my cum!"

Chelsea struggled hopelessly as the hot cum filled her mouth, and reflexively swallowed a good deal of the horrid stuff, which only made her terrified she would throw up and drown in her own vomit. Trembling and utterly defeated, her brain shaking with every hard thrust of his his cock, she couldn't keep track of all the sensations being heaped upon her at once, until finally she felt herself released, and she collapsed to the floor in a quivering heap of sweating girl flesh. She cried and sobbed loudly, scarcely believing the horror she'd just been through, but quickly she felt a hand in her red hair and she was yanked roughly back to her knees as she screamed out again. Another hard cock was thrust into her open mouth, and the nightmare began again.

She couldn't even tell which of the evil boys it was this time. She just knew his hands were on either side of her face and the cock was sliding in and out of her tight lips. "Fuck you're right! This bitch has a great mouth. Once she learns to use it she'll be really fantastic. She's a born cocksucker."

Again the derisive laughter rang in her young ears. She couldn't believe how they were treating her, talking about her. She rolled her tongue around the spongy cockhead as the boy forced so much of it into her that she could feel his pubic hair against her nose. She tried to suck again, tried to do anything that would end this terrible day. She wanted to die.

Then she felt something new, and entirely unexpected. Someone was spreading her legs, forcing her knees apart. She couldn't see what was happening, but she could feel it. Warm flesh was pressed against her virgin pussy. Something warm and slick was sliding into her slit, up and down. It was a tongue! One of them was licking her pussy! Yet another level of descent washed through her as she explored unknown depths of degradation. They were using her like a sex toy, and as she struggled with that thought a disgraceful wave of pleasure raced through her young body as the tongue found her clit and teased it mercilessly.

The terrified young girl moaned around the cock in her mouth and squirmed to try to get away from the tongue between her legs, but all she did was cause new waves of excitement to rush through her. Worse, the boys laughed more and threw out new humiliating comments. "Look how much she loves it! Grind on him you slut! Shove your hot cunt down on his mouth!"

Hands snaked around her small breasts, tweaking her nipples, hard and puffy. Her green eyes squinted shut, feeling hot pain mixed with the pleasure between her legs as the tongue further irritated the rope-burned sex-flesh of her pussy. The robe itself was still there, between her swollen labia, rough and abrasive against her hyper-sensitized skin. Her overwhelmed brain whirled with confusion, unable to take in everything that was happening to her.

She could hear them making more comments about her...she was a slut, a whore, a cock-sucking bitch. She could no longer make out the details. Dimly she became aware that she was still grinding her hips, pressing down against the mouth that drove her pussy crazy. The tongue was teasing her hole now, tasting the hot entrance to her virgin body, while fingers pulled on her nipples, causing pain and horrible pleasure all at once.

Then the cock in her mouth seemed to jump, beating against her throat, and once more she felt the sticky cum flood into her. Once more she began to desperately swallow the disgusting stuff down into her stomach, feeling revulsion and humiliation unmatched by anything she could imagine. And then her own body seemed to explode in an eruption of erotic passion. She bounced up and down wildly as she climaxed, wantonly and openly. Her fluids poured over the mouth at her crotch, drinking it all in, as the boys laughed uproariously.

"Look at how hot that cunt is!" It was Jason talking. "Bitch, you can talk all you want to about what a good girl you are, but you just proved that what you're good at is being a slut! Your cunt can't enough! Look how fast you came! Ain't no good to protest, whore. Everybody can see how much you want it!"

It couldn't be true! It couldn't! Chelsea's mind screamed in silent protest. Just because they forced her to have an orgasm it didn't mean anything! Did it? She could barely think, spluttering and coughing as the cock was removed from her mouth. The boy between her legs also vanished. She could see now that it had been Tony, and Tommy was who she'd been sucking. Now Tony's cock was in front of her, poised and ready. She looked up at his face and saw it was wet...with with her own cum, and she sobbed and looked away, humiiliated yet even more deeply.

But her face was yanked back by strong hands, and Tony's cock was thrust between her aching jaws. Would the nightmare never end? Exhausted from her mistreatment, not to mention her own raging climax, she weakly began to suck on his cock while he moaned in appreciation. She felt like she was beginning to understand some of the things that would make them cum sooner by now, and started focusing the point of her tongue around the cockhead, and along the shaft. She hollowed her cheek against him, trying to move her head in time with his impatient thrusts.

Tony hissed with pleasure. "Man, this cockwhore is really learning fast!" he said, not moving much and watching her do all the work. "Look at her go! She's a natural at this! You were right Jason...this is what she was born for! What a great little cunt!"

More laughter rang in her young ears. She felt totally defeated; weak and helpless. She could barely keep up on her knees, she was so tired. Yet she continued sucking and licking, bobbing her head as quickly as she could, feeling that hot shaft throbbing against her cheeks and tongue. Tony climaxed even faster than his brothers, since he was already so excited at having watched his brothers mouth-rape her. His cum flooded her mouth, and once more she began to swallow the sticky, creamy fluid, gulping it down in large quantities as her firm body, glistening with sweat, quivered in uncontrollable spasms.

Then he left her, stepping back suddenly, and the young girl collapsed to the floor, crying deeply, her chest heaving with the gasping sobs of despair and degradation while the boys stood over her, feeling no sympathy whatsoever. "You did good, cunt," said Tommy. "Real good."

"Yeah, said Jason. "But it helps when you enjoy it, and we can see you loved every minute of it." They all laughed. "So don't you worry none about it. We'll be happy to give lots more chances to suck on some nice meaty cock while you're here!"

Chelsea continued to lay on the floor, her body occasionally suffering a violent spasm as they unlocked the cuffs on her slim wrists. Then the laughter receded as the boys went upstairs, congratulating each other. After several minutes of silences, save for her own pitiful sobs, Chelsea tried to stand, hesitated, then quickly got to her feet and ran to the toilet, vomiting violently. A long time later, when it was over, she literally crawled back to the shower, turning on the warm water, and let it spray down on her as she lay on the shower floor, unable to do anything but cry.