Jennifer's New Family

Jennifer's New Family - The Second Year

Part 5

Melinda dried her naked body off in the middle of the large bathroom, still trying to catch her breath. The orgasm she'd just given herself had been shattering, and she was still trying to make sense of what had brought it on. It wasn't really like her to do things like that. She couldn't remember the last time she'd masturbated, and to do it now, in a strange house, her sister's house, was terribly confusing to her.

She was affected, she guessed, by the room itself, nearly all mirrors. Reflections of herself wherever she looked, and all those images of her nude body had had an effect. She was still a very attractive woman, she thought. Her breasts were still reasonably firm, and she'd gotten back most of her figure from before the days when she'd given birth to Chelsea. And the men in this house...! She took in a sharp breath just thinking about them. So tall, muscular, handsome. Much like her husband Frank in a way.

Then there was the knowledge that when she'd arrived she had interrupted her sister in sexual play. Her mind went back to the image of Maryjane, body glittering with sparkles, dressed in such an erotic outfit. She couldn't help wonder what sort of game they'd been engaged in, and it wasn't long before she imagined herself in the same game...body glittering, perhaps posing or even dancing for her man. But it was not Frank that came to her mind. Although she tried to push the image from her mind, it was Maryjane's husband, John, that she imagined before her, watching her as she fingered her pussy desperately, bringing on the shattering climax as she imagined his hands on her body, his cock in her aching pussy.

She shook her blonde head, letting her damp hair fall naturally around her shoulders, wishing her nipples weren't still so stiff. She covered them by wrapping a large, soft towel around herself, just large enough to cover the lower swell of her firm ass. She opened the door and exited through the curious closet entry, wondering what could have been in the mind of the person who made that design choice. She walked across the plush carpet to where she'd left her suitcase, then frowned in confusion. It was gone. Had her sister put away her clothing while she was in the shower?

Melinda looked around the room, then peeked into dresser drawers, but her clothes were nowhere to be found. Puzzled, she stood in the middle of the room and turned around 360 degrees, wondering what on earth could have happened. Then the door to the outside hallway opened, and John strode confidently into the room, his dark eyes looking up and down the nearly-naked young woman as she squealed and hunched over, having nowhere to hide.

"John!" she gasped, blushing hotly as the memories of her recent fantasy flooded her mind. "I'm...I'm just finishing up. I'll be through in a minute if you can wait outside. Except...well, I don't know what you've done with my clothes. If you could just point me to them....."

Her voice trailed away as the man failed to turn away, or even look away. He kept coming, further into the room, looking at her intently and smiling. No, grinning. Melinda suddenly began to feel very vulnerable and exposed. She took a couple of hesitant backward steps away from him, a faint sense of fear rising within her. "John? Wh-what...?"

"You're a damn sexy woman," John said, leering down and the quivering sister of his wife. "Damn sexy. I think I need to have some of that."

Melinda's eyes grew wide with sudden fear and shock. "John, you can't!" she cried in a breathless whisper. "Your wife...my sister! You're married! NO!"

The last cry was in sudden response to the man before her, who whipped out his and yanked the towel away from her naked body with one swift movement, before she could do anything to stop him. Shrieking, she bent double in new terror and humiliation, her arms desperately trying to cover her breasts and pussy from his intent gaze. But John only laughed quietly at her, reaching out for her again and this time taking a fistful of her long blonde hair in his hand and forcibly pulling her across the room to the bed. Melinda cried and struggled but she was no match for his strength. She couldn't even get any leverage, being too preoccupied with trying to cover her nudity. The world was swimming around her, she couldn't get her bearings. Then it seemed to tumble end over end as her threw her by the hair on top of the large bed. The pain in her scalp sent little stars spinning before her eyes, and next moment the air was forced out of her lungs as the heavy man jumped on top of her.

As Melinda desperately screamed and struggled, her assailant wrestled with her, easily grabbing her wrist and pulling it above her head. "No! NOOO!" she cried out as loud as she could, desperately hoping her sister would hear her and rescue her. My God, she thought, what kind of man had Maryjane married? She felt something cold around her wrist, and heard a horrible click noise. She tried to pull her arm back, but found it was now securely cuffed to the headboard of the bed. She was trapped!

With one wrist securely locked, it was easy for John to lock her other wrist to the opposite corner of the bed. The young woman was truly helpless now, but he wasn't done yet. Laughing into her terrified eyes, John lifted himself off her body and grabbed an ankle, locking another cuff around it. Within moments all four of her limbs were shackled to the corners of the bed by cuffs that had somehow been expertly hidden until this moment.

Melinda continued crying out, shouting for help. "MJ! MJ help me! Oh God please help! MJ! Can you hear me?" She trembled helplessly on the bed, looking away from John, trying not to think of his dark eyes examining her spread body. In all her young life, her husband had been the only man to ever see her naked. What was happening now seemed totally unreal to her, like a dream from which she couldn't escape. How could this be?

John grinned down at the squirming, beautiful woman, his for the taking, and licked his lips. "Now I'm gonna teach you the same thing I taught your sister, bitch. You're gonna learn exactly what a cunt like you is for!" He reached out a large hand and clapped it hard over her vulnerable, blonde-fringed pussy. Melinda squealed with a brief stinging pain, and then sobbed as he open groped her pussy, unable to do anything to stop him. His fingers combed through her pubic hair, then slid between her puffy labia, stroking up and down the pink, sensitive flesh roughly and making the woman moan with humiliation and despair.

"Yeah, you got a real nice cunt, don't you bitch?" the man snickered. "Real hot...feels like real nice next to my hand. It'll feel even better when my cock is shoved up inside it!" He laughed again as Melinda cried and shook her head, pleading with him to let her go. "Nice and wet already too! You're a horny little bitch, just like your damn sister. Guess being a whore just runs in your family!

The young mother sobbed softly, trying to ignore his words. She could tell that she was getting wet and she hated herself for it. Her hips were already involuntarily squirming, moving around in small circles as he teased her pussy, sending horrifying little thrills of pleasure through her. What was happening to her? "Please don't do this! MJ will catch you! You could go to prison! If you stop now I promise I won't tell...it'll be just like nothing ever happened."

John's first response was to press the end of his finger against her clit and rub it hard and fast, and Melinda squealed again as another unwanted rush of pleasure made her jerk under him with spasms of pleasure. "Nah, I couldn't stop now," he said. "I couldn't be that mean, you're just getting into it! Yeah, push that hot little cunt up against me, whore! You want it bad, don't you?"

Melinda bit her lip, closing her eyes against the utter shame of what was happening to her. It was true that she was pushing up against his hand, trying to heighten the sensations he was giving her. What was wrong with her? How could she have succumbed to this horrible ordeal like this? So soon? Yet even as these thoughts raced through her confused mind, her hips bucked up again, harder as he fingered her stiff clit. She was humiliated to think of the spectacle she was making of herself, bound on the bed, her naked body squirming relentlessly in open lust.

John watched her for a few moments, laughing derisively. "Man that is one hot pussy. Really pretty too. I think I need a better look at it." He got on the bed, kneeling between her spread, shapely legs, hunching over so that his face was mere inches from her throbbing sex, moisture glistening within the blonde hair, making it look as though her pussy was fringed with spun gold. Using both hands, he gripped her cunt lips between thumb and forefinger, pinching harshly and ignoring the squeal of pain that it brought from her. He pulled her lips wide, opening her cunt to reveal bright red inner flesh, swollen and pulsating with desire, her little clit erect, a somewhat darker shade of red. It seemed to throb as he watched. "Damn fine cunt," he commented.

Melinda was gritting her teeth. The pain was intense as he pinched and stretched her labia to the limit. At the same time she was utterly degraded as he stared into the most intimate recesses of her body, stripping away every vestige of dignity she had. She could feel his breath on her hot, moist sex, and wished desperately she could stop her hips from undulating up and down. Then she gasped as she felt his rough, thick tongue probe into her vagina. She tilted back her head, hot tears streaming from the corners of her eyes as she felt it slip inside her, licking and teasing her mercilessly. "Noooo!" she cried. "Please! Oh God please stop!" But the only response was the feeling of his tongue licking firmly up the length of her slit to her clit, where he teased her more, causing her to shudder and squirm in fresh waves of unwanted pleasure.

"You bastard!" she cried. "You fucking bastard! I'll see you pay for this!" It was a useless threat, she knew, but her rage at this invasion of her body was almost more than she could bear.

John's response was swift. His fingers pinched down on her labia even harder, and he bit down hard on her stiff clit. Melinda screamed as sharp pain knifed through her sex, and she started bucking wildly now, desperate to shake him off, to free herself of the pain. But he hung on like a leech, laughing as if this was merely a contest of wills, a game they were playing. At last he released her. She sobbed, shaking and quivering on the bed amidst her sobs of pain and degradation. John got off the bed and for a brief moment Melinda allowed herself to hope that he might be leaving her.

"Just like your sister," John muttered under his breath. "I see you're gonna have to be taught to be respectful to men." At the headboard of the four-poster, John began pulling at previously concealed ropes. The other ends were attached to her ankle cuffs, and Melinda found her feet helplessly drawn up into the air, higher and higher, until her spread legs were at ninety degrees to her torso. She felt even more exposed now, more vulnerable, and her tormentor quickly proved that she was right.

John unbuckled his belt and drew it from the loops on his jeans, and swung it lazily as she watched, horrified. He positioned himself between her spread legs and let the leather trail softly across her inner thighs and throbbing pussy. "No...." she whispered desperately. "Please...you can't!" John only shook his head. "You need to be taught a lesson, just like all cunts who haven't learned their place," he said. "And I'm gonna have a lot of fun teaching you."

Before Melinda could react to his quiet, calm words, John drew back his arm and brought the belt down hard across her inner thigh in one lightning quick movement. The young woman shrieked in sudden, searing agony as a red welt quickly formed. Before the first cry of anguish died away, a second sudden movement sent a fresh jolt of agony into her other inner thigh. This was closely followed by a third blow, even harder, that landed squarely on her spread, helpless pussy. Melinda howled out until her throat was raw, her body shaking, hips convulsively rising up and down as her head thrashed from side to side. Surely her sister must hear her cries, she thought. Surely she will come and rescue her!

But the only thing to come was another severe blow of the belt down across her agonized pussy with a loud, wet smack the echoed through the large room. She screamed again. "Stop it! Please stop it! Oh please! No more!" Yet through her tear-blurred eyes she saw him readying his arm for another blow, heard the whistle of the leather as it raced down toward its target. Her pussy, welted and swollen, opened and closed as the nerve-endings seemed to be on fire. The blow landed just as the lips opened to their widest, and the tip of the belt landed with an ugly crack directly onto her exposed clit.

Fireworks exploded in her brain, and she seemed to lose the ability to register what was happening to her. She felt like she wanted to vomit, so severe was the torture that raced through her bound body. She bounced on the bed wildly, twisting as much as she could, shrieking unintelligible sounds, only to howl out again as still another violent whipping rained down upon her helplessly exposed cunt.

It was several moments before the poor woman realized that the whipping had ceased. Her violent twisting subsided into weak quivers, her shrieks down to agonized moans. John watched her for long moments with a smirk, then bent down, his mouth close to her ear, and whispered, "See what happens to little whores who don't respect men?" Then he unexpected shoved the long, thick handle of the whip into her tortured pussy, burying it deep in a single powerful thrust that rocked her entire body. Her blue eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth opened wide, but no sound came forth. Other the quivering of her helpless body gave a clue to the new pain that she felt as her vaginal walls tried to adjust to the sudden thick intrusion.

"MJ...please help me..." she mumbled in near-delirium. "Please help me...."

John gave a burst quick, harsh laughter. "You want your sister, whore? All right, let me get her for you." He crossed the room to the doorway and opened it. On the other side of the threshold was Maryjane. Melinda turned her head, blinking away the tears to get a clearer vision, heart racing with hope. But what she saw crushed all hope she could muster. Maryjane was naked except for a collar around her slender throat, kneeling with her palms on the floor, looking up at John as if awaiting his command. He took hold of the leash attached to her collar and yanked on it, pulling Maryjane into the room, following, docile, on hands and knees, crawling afer her husband as if she were his pet.

"I'm sorry Mel," she said softly. "I didn't want this, please believe me. I didn't want this to happen to you."

"Fuck that shit," growled John. "I think your sister needs some comfort. It's going to be fun watching you give it to her." Maryjane's eyes grew wide as she looked up at her Master from her kneeling position, and a shudder went through her body, a shudder that was shared by her bound sister.

Jennifer heard the screams from the master bedroom and shuddered, but made no move to go see if she could help. She knew there was not. Besides, her mother was kneeling like a puppy outside the door, waiting for the command to enter, and she had her own business to attend to. She was in Jason's bedroom, where her clothing was generally kept. She stood in front of the dresser, swallowing hard, trying to come to grips with what her future was going to be like. After tonight, she knew, all the school would know she was a slut. There had been something comforting about being able to be a slut at home, yet living a relatively normal life elsewhere. But now that would come to an end. Robert would tell stories about her, and she knew already that he wouldn't even have to exaggerate, as boys so often did about their dates.

The door to the bedroom opened, and Jennifer turned and dropped to a kneeling position in one graceful movement as her three step-brothers entered, shutting the door behind them. "Getting ready for your big date?" Tony asked with a chuckle. Jennifer nodded. "Yes, I was just looking for the outfit. And to ask you what panties I am to wear."

Jason crossed to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer and tossed out the pink skirt and tank top to her, then rummaged in the back of the drawer to pull out a tiny pair of panties. He held them up to her with a grin. They were pink like the rest of her outfit, but see-through. Thong panties that would only barely cover her slit even if they were not sheer. Jennifer took the panties with trembling fingers and looked them over a moment before swallowing and saying, "Thank you sir."

The boys chuckled, standing around their kneeling step-sister, waiting. Jennifer rose to her feet as if responding to an unspoken command. Which was true, she thought. She knew them well enough now that most of the commands they gave could be communicated with barely more than a glance. She pulled off her shirt, somewhat surprised to feel herself blushing as she bared her chest to the men. She didn't understand what had changed lately that caused this new modesty. The arrival of her relatives? The dread of the evening she was about to have? She couldn't say for sure, but she blushed harder as she pulled her skirt and panties down, performing a brief striptease for them. She'd done this so often in the past, yet now it was different.

She made no effort to cover her nudity. Instead she approached Jason, standing before him with her eyes lowered and her hands clasped behind her. He smiled at her and placed his hands on her firm breasts, spending several moments fondling her with alternating severity and tenderness, her small body twisting slightly as her nipples hardened under the attention. Then he released her and, saying "Thank you sir," softly, she stepped to Tony, who surprisingly merely shook his head. She made no comment, but moved obediently to Tommy, who clapped his hand between her spread legs and massaged her pussy as she whimpered softly, her breathing becoming uneven as the moisture slickened her swelling labia. Then he too dropped his hand, not allowing her to cum. She uttered another soft "Thank you sir," though a little breathlessly this time, and moved back toward where her clothes lay. The brief ceremony was simply a reminder, executed daily, that her body was theirs to play with as they chose.

Jennifer stooped and picked up the panties, stepping into them under the watchful eyes of the boys. She pulled them tight against her pussy, her trimmed pubic hair curling out from under the sheer material on all sides of the little triangle. Then she pulled on the skirt, adjusting it low on her hips, the hem only just concealing her ass and crotch. Finally she pulled on the halter top, spaghetti straps over the shoulders, and the pink material fitting tight across her breasts. The contour of her nipples was plain to see after her recent stimulation. Last she stepped into a pair of pink sandals.

She looked up at her brothers. There was a moment of silence between them as she endured their grinning leers before she asked, "How do I look?"

"Like a slut," was Tony's quick reply.

Jennifer blushed, looking down, and feeling the shame wash through her once more as she tried to mentally prepare herself for a date that loomed ever closer.

"MJ, for God's sake, help me!" sobbed Melinda, looking at her sister who knelt beside John. "You've got to stop this!"

"I'm sorry Mel," her sister replied. "I didn't want any of this, but there's nothing I can do." Maryjane struggled to make sense of her own emotions. She wanted desperately to protect her sister, but the only way to do so was to fight her husband, and her subservience to him was now so deeply ingrained that disobedience was unthinkable.

John nudged his wife with the toe of his boot. "Go on, comfort her. She's got a damn sore cunt right now, I'm guessing. Help her out."

Maryjane knew instantly that she should have expected this, but it still caught her off guard. Enought that there was the barest hesitation before compliance, but thankfully not enough to warrant punishment from him. At least, not immediate punishment. She nodded twice and crawled up onto the bed, between her sister's spread, outstretched legs. She looked between them into Melinda's red, teary eyes as if to communicate that she was sorry. Melinda looked back, almost curious at first, then horrified as she watched her sister's face sink downward toward her pussy. "No...!" she cried as realization dawned on her. "MJ you can't! It's sick! It's...AHH!"

The last cry was brought forth by fresh stinging pain as Maryjane's lips made contact with her sister's welted pussy, kissing her softly up and down the swollen, red labia. Her tongue snaked out, lightly caressing the tender flesh. Her hand gripped the handle of the whip and gently pulled it out of the bound woman, putting it to the side. Her fingertips played gently across the welts, caressing and loving.

Melinda jerked with each new sensation. There was pain - horrible, stinging pain - with every light touch, but there was also a comforting pleasure that she hated herself for feeling. She tried to make sense of a senseless world. How could this man have so much control over her sister, that Maryjane would do this, unprotesting? She felt the soft tongue against her bruised clit, massaging as gently as possible, and Melinda sucked in a deep, shuddering breath as she felt her unholy lust suddenly build.

"I love you Mel," Maryjane whispered as her tongue traced up along her left labia while a fingertip traced down the right. "I'm sorry. I do love you. Please believe that." She closed her lips around her sister's swollen clit, thinking at that moment how often she'd done this to her own daughter. Now it was her sister, and pricking at the back of her mind was the knowledge that she wanted this. She sucked gently, carefully on the little nub, Melinda shuddering and gasping with alternating sensations of stinging pain and building pleasure. She closed her eyes, rocking her head back and forth, trying in vain to deny all that was happening, all that she was feeling. And always there was the utter humiliation of John's leering gaze upon her, knowing what she was feeling, knowing what he was making her feel. She had her first inkling of what it was like to be his puppet, helpless to do or feeling anything except what he wanted.

"You slutty little cunts," he said at that moment, as if to punctuate his sister-in-law's thoughts. "You're all alike. Always trying to deny that you're controlled by your twat, but look how easy it is to prove otherwise." He laughed and slapped his wife's upturned ass, then fingered her pussy as she continued licking her sisters blistered, wet snatch.

"MJ, please...you've got to stop!" pleaded Melinda in a hoarse whisper. "It's not right...you've got to stop!" As she uttered the last word her hips bucked up into the air in a clear betrayal of the rising passion she was unable to suppress. "Oh God..." she wailed softly in misery.

"Shhh," soothed her sister, continuing to kiss the moist pussy. Her pointed tongue wormed its way deep into the velvety folds of red flesh, licking up and down the slit slowly. She rolled her upturned ass slowly as her husband and Master pushed his finger inside her. Her cheeks were warm, and she knew she was blushing, feeling an intense humiliation of her own as she continued to give oral sex to her own sister, while strangely proud at every indication that was given that Melinda was enjoying it despite herself. She circled the point of her tongue around the entrance, teasing and testing, and then pushed it inside.

"No!" Melinda gasped, thrusting her hips up at the same time. "You mustn't!" Her head was swimming as the pain from the welts was pushed further and further into the background, and the pleasure wafted like a rising tide up toward the surface of her consciousness. She knew with terrible certainty that if this didn't stop soon she would suffer the greatest degradation she could imagine....an orgasm from her own sister!

Maryjane moaned into her sister's pussy, pushing her tongue as far as she could into the hot, moist tunnel. She licked deep inside, sucking softly, inhaling the growing scent of her sister's rising lust. Melinda's body tensed, she pulled uselessly at the cuffs that held her arms above her head. She whimpered loudly, not from pain but from the sheer humiliation of knowing that she couldn't control herself, couldn't stop the shameful reaction that was building mercilessly inside her.

"Look, your whore of a sister is gonna cum!" John laughed into his wife's ear. "You're gonna make her cum like a bitch in heat. That's what she is, isn't she?"

Maryjane reluctantly pulled her head up just enough to respond to her husband. "Yes Master, my sister is a whore and a bitch in heat! She's going to let her own sister give her an orgasm!" The words came too naturally to her, she thought, embarrassed by her own description of the sister she loved dearly.

Melinda gave a howl of despair at her sister's words. She knew they were true. When Maryjane had called her those named a new jolt of passion rose within her, jolting her. She gasped again as Maryjane's mouth returned to her pussy, licking feverishly now, probing her vagina and then sucking her clit. Her body jerked as she fought helplessly to control herself.

It happened with horrifying suddenness. The climax hit her like a bucket of water in the face. She jerked and rolled, hips bucking hard as Maryjane moaned and licked rapidly, slurping noisily at her sister's cunt, drinking in all her fluids as they poured from her. Melinda squeezed her eyes tightly shut, tears streaming through them as she could do nothing to hide the lust that coursed through her body at the ministrations of her own flesh and blood. She squealed in helpless rapture, humiliated beyond belief by every moment of the experience.

Maryjane continued to lick, sucking up the evidence of her sister's lust, drinking thirstily, aware of her own renewed humiliation as she rocked her pussy back and forth on John's finger deep in her pussy. Then she felt Melinda's body slowly relax, before going limp entirely, as if she'd given up completely, or hadn't the strength left for even token resistance. Her chest heaved with each gasping breath.

Then Maryjane felt the finger pulled from her pussy and she gave a little mew of protest before his hand pulled her back up to a kneeling position by her hair. Before her heavy eyes was her husband's cock, hard and throbbing. She looked up and received a nod from him, and eagerly sucked it into her hungry mouth, lavishing raptured attention on it with her tongue. Melinda watched her sister worshipping - there was no other word for the act - her husband's cock and, through the haze of shame and pain felt pity for Maryjane. Having suffered so much so quickly, she began to feel like she understood what had happened to the older woman, how she had been turned into a slavish whore.

John groaned at his slave wife's attention. "You are an expert cock sucker, you know that?" he grinned, She turned her blue eyes up to him, his shaft deep between her soft lips, and everything in her expression showed her thanks and devotion to him. She gave renewed attention to his cock, sucking the large, throbbing shaft of manhood with all the energy she could summon.

He groaned again, letting her continue for long moments, before grasping her blonde hair and yanking her head away. Then he got up onto the bed with her, and together they faced the bound woman. She stared back them, terrified, from between her spread legs. "Now put my cock in the slut's cunt," he said, not taking his eyes from Melinda.

As Maryjane nodded submissively, answering "Yes Master," Melinda gasped and looked at her sister in horror. "No! MJ please! Please don't let him rape me! Please!"

Maryjane grasped her husbands hard cock, glistening with her saliva, and merely answered, "I'm sorry Mel." She pulled gently on his cock, guiding it carefully to her sisters open pussy, pushing the tip against her labia and running the head up and down the swollen, wet slit, before positioning it at the entrance. "She's ready for you Master," she said, unable to look at either of them.

"NO!" Melinda screamed.

John thrust forward hard, burying his hard cock deep into the woman's slick cunt. Melinda's mouth opened wide as a gasp of shock and despair was sucked into her aching lungs. The sudden intrusion of his huge hot prick inside her took her by surprise. Maryjane watched it sink into her sister's body and felt a wave of sorrow and jealousy for her. "Move me!" John growled.

Maryjane was confused by the command for a moment, but then understood how complete was to be the humiliation of them both. She positioned herself behind her kneeling husband, and unable to stop herself from watching Melinda over his shoulder, she put her hands on his hips and pulled him back, then thrust him forward again. She was to provide the force behind her own sister's rape.

"Harder," John growled. "Whores like this like it hard and fast, don't they?"

"Yes Master," Maryjane replied, and pulled him back again, then put her whole weight behind the next hard thrust, forcing his hard prick into Melinda's pussy with brutal force, a loud, wet smacking sound echoing around the room when the two bodies met.

Maryjane continued to fuck her sister in this unique fashion, quickly growing breathless with the exertion of moving her husband's body. Melinda was crying opening now, partly from the stinging agony of her still-raw welt, but mostly from the sheer degradation of the experience she was forced to endure as her sister actively participated in her own rape.

Maryjane continued thrusting John's hips in and out of the bound woman, growing weak with the effort. She tried changing position, kneeling behind her husband, wrapping her arms around his chest, and forcing him forward by shoving her own pelvis against him. She found it was much easier this way, yet even more humiliating for both women. Now it truly did seem like Maryjane was fucking her own sister with the harsh thrusts of her hips.

The trio continued for several minutes, John's cock pounding into Melinda's helpless pussy as she cried and the man growled with growing lust. Maryjane hugged her husband from behind, feeling her love and devotion for him as a powerful force. She got carried away with the unusual act, thrusting forward ever harder, feeling encouraged by her sister's squeals of pain and delight.

"Fuck yeah" roared John. "I'm gonna cum! You got a nice tight cunt bitch! Feels good around my cock! Unh Yeah! Gonna....CUM!"

Maryjane thrust one more time, forcing his cock harder than ever into the inviting pussy, and he unloaded his cum deep into the woman's aching pussy. Melinda felt it through her intense misery, flooding into her like hot lava. Her reaction was inevitable. Having endured the hammering cock for so long, filling her pussy and emptying, the knowledge of her rape intensifying the feelings of lust that resulted, she climaxed a second time, screaming out her ecstasy, unable to deny even a fraction of it in her weakness. Her cunt clamped down hard on John's cock, milking the cum from his shaft that continued to spurt into her. He groaned as he felt the velvet walls seem to almost undulate along his shaft heightening his pleasure to the utmost.

He collapsed down on top of her, and Maryjane on top of him. At the bottom of the lewd pile of naked bodies, Melinda quivered, her body not in her control, tears still streaming from her blue eyes as she felt the man's cock slowly - achingly slowly - withdraw from her abused pussy, wondering with despair what would become of her life now.

At the front entrance, the doorbell rang. Jennifer, who was sitting beside Tony as he absently fondled her breasts while all three of the boys watched TV, felt her heart leap with a new kind of fear. She looked at her step-brothers, who all grinned back at her. She rose to her feet, knees trembling, and walked to the front door, trying to smile naturally as she opened it. Robert was there, tall and muscular, almost dwarfing her, his dark eyes widening with appreciation as he saw his date, dressed in clothes that barely concealed anything, nipples clearly outlined through the thin top.

"Are you ready for a good time?" Jennifer said as a greeting, repeating the words she'd been commanded to say while standing with her hands behind her back, almost coy. Her heart was in her throat as she saw and felt the naked hunger than emanated from the boy.