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Jennifer's New Family - The Second Year
Part 7
Young Chelsea Jurgens lay huddled on top of her bed, quivering in a tight fetal position, and actually sucking her thumb. She couldn't remember the last time she had sucked her thumb, but it was hardly her primary thought at the moment. She was still crying, the back of her throat aching from sobbing for so long. There were no longer any tears though. It was as though she had cried all the tears she could produce. Her small body was still naked. She had wanted to dress, but didn't have the strength for it. It had taken all the strength she could muster just to crawl back to the bed and collapse on top of it.
What she had done, what had been done to her, was beyond her imagination, and already many of the details were fading from her memory. But one thing was crystal clear to her horrified brain: the promise the boys had made to come back. They would make her do it again. Although she wasn't consciously thinking about it, in the back of her mind she assumed that tomorrow sometime they would be ready for her again. Should she tell her mom? Could she? It was so horrible, she didn't think she could utter a word about it. She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath and moaned loudly into her pillow.
The girl did not hear the door open. With her eyes tightly shut against the cruelties of the world she had not dreamed could exist, she had no idea that the boys were creeping back into the room, gathering around the bed, looking down with leers upon her naked body. Jason grinned at the twins, who grinned back, entirely unmoved by the crying girl. All they saw before them was a toy to fuck and abuse. Jason quietly lifted an arm and swung it down fast, the flat of his palm smacking loudly against the girl's soft naked ass, leaving an immediate imprint.
Chelsea shrieked with pain, shock and fear as she twisted around on the bed and looked up, seeing the three evil boys laughing at her. Instinctively she tried to cover her pussy and breasts, cheeks going pink immediately as she felt anew the embarrassment of being naked in front of them. "Go away!" she screamed. "Go away please!"
But instead the twins each grabbed an arm and pulled them over her head, baring her body completely to them. She struggled hard, thrashing and kicking out. Jason tried to lean over her and hold her still, but he mistimed and let the girl get in a hard kick to his thigh. "Fuck!" he growled. "Goddamn cunt! Flip her over, guys. Time to teach this bitch a lesson!"
Tommy and Tony nodded in happy agreement, twisting the girl's arms and forcing her over onto her stomach where she couldn't kick out nearly as effectively. Jason began slapping the Chelsea's upturned ass with his hand, powerful blows that quickly turned the firm cheeks a bright red, and she found new tears to cry with the rage and agony she was feeling. She tried kicking again, and to make her stop Jason threw a well-aimed blow directly onto her unprotected pussy as she spread her legs. She howled out again and pleaded with them to leave her alone.
Jason grabbed both of Chelsea's ankles in powerful hands, forcing her legs backwards. She gasped, still begging shamelessly as he kept up the pressure, slowly bending her body, pulling her ankles further and further. He looked as his twin brothers with a surprised grin as her ankles came level with her shoulders, yet she was not crying out in pain, only fear and anger. Still grinning, Jason lowered her ankles down to the mattress on either side of her head, her young pussy spread and pointed upward, the pink flesh parted and inviting.
"Well lookee here, guys," Jason chuckled in a way that sent new chills of terror down the girl's bent spine. "Looks like we got us a fuckin' little contortionist!"
Melinda also lay on her stomach. No one held her, but she made no effort to try to escape. Her arms were bound behind her, crossed and tied so the forearms were together, each hand holding the opposite elbow. Her blue eyes were bright with rage. Now that she had recovered from her brutal rape at the hands of her brother-in-law, aided by her very own sister, the fury she felt was nearly boiling over. Yet with her arms bound that way, there was no hope of escape. John was sitting beside her, casually squeezing his slave wife's breast as he looked down at the bound woman. He suddenly slapped her ass, and Melinda grunted angrily.
"You got an attitude problem, bitch," he growled at her. "I can see it in your eyes." Melinda thought he was angry at her, and she shuddered at what he might do. Then she was surprised to hear him laugh. "Good. I'm looking forward to taming another bitch. It's a whole lot of fun."
The bound young woman hissed softly, not daring to reply. She'd be damned if she could ever be tamed. Never! Yet her stomach bound itself up in knots as she heard her sister say, in a soft, submissive voice, "Yes Master. I'm sure she'll be very entertaining for you." God, she thought. How could MJ, her very own sister, have come to this? How could she let this happen, assist in it? What had happened to the world?
"Get a collar on her, you cunt," growled John. Melinda heard the words, but it took a couple of beats for the meaning to really sink in. Her naked sister immediately got up and went to a dresser as the younger woman's eyes opened in helpless shock. Maryjane returned to the bed with a thick leather collar, black with heavy silver D rings placed around it.
"No!" she screamed without thinking. "Don't you dare!" Then, realizing that no good could possibly come of the outburst, she closed her lips tightly, turning her head away and buyring her face into the mattress, prepared to receive and other harsh slap. It didn't come, however. Instead, there was another low chuckle from the man that made her shudder. Then he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked harshly, pulling her head back and forcing her to arch her back painfully. Her slender throat completely exposed, there was nothing Melinda could do as her sister approached her with the collar, fitting it around her neck and locking it in place with a horrifying snap.
John released her with sudden violence, bouncing her head off the mattress. It didn't hurt, just reinforced her helplessness, that she was a toy to be played with. "Spreader," she heard him say, and she choked back a sob, not certain what to expect but knowing it couldn't be good. With her eyes tightly shut, she was determined not to watch what was happening. She would show courage, at whatever the cost. She had to be strong for her little girl. She had to stay calm, keep her head, if she was to get out of here.
She felt her legs being pried apart. She resisted only a moment, but gave up quickly, there was no point. She didn't have a fraction of the strength necessary to fight, better to save her strength for the right opportunity. She felt herself blushing unreasonably as her legs were spread and her pussy was displayed. After all that had been done, she could still feel embarrassed about being exposed in this way. She mentally shook her head in disbelief at herself. She felt straps being fastened around her legs, just above the knees, and gritted her teeth in helpless frustration. Then she realized what they had done. There was a solid bar attached to the straps somehow. It was now impossible for her to close her legs. "Bastards!" she hissed into the mattress.
Again there was no immediate retribution for her outburst, just another soft chuckle. The two of them were working together, collecting things, rummaging nearby, but Melinda kept her eyes closed, tightly shut, struggling to hold back her tears. She felt her sister take hold of a foot and hold it firmly, while her husband tied what felt like a thick string to her big toe. Soon her other toe had a similar string tied to it. "Now comes the fun part, you slut," John laughed softly, and yanked her head back by her blonde hair once more.
Melinda grunted in pain and now could not avoid seeing her sister approach her with an odd metal object. It looked like two small curved prongs tied to a bungee cord. It only took a moment to discover the evil purpose. With an almost apologetic look, Maryjane sadly fitted the prongs into her sister's nostrils and pulled the bungee cord over her head and slipped it through the D ring at the back of the collar. John laughed more harshly now, and bent the young woman's knee, attaching the elastic string tied to her to to the one held by Maryjane, then repeated with her other foot. When he was finsihed Melinda more effectively, and painfully, bound than she could ever have imagined. Her back and neck were arched painfully back, her nose stretched grotesquely up to give her face a piggish look. The slightest movement caused the tension in the elastic bands to increase, making her squeal unintelligibly.
John stood up and circled slowly around his captive as Maryjane stood off at a distance, looking down, regretting what was happening to her sister but without the means to help her. Melinda's head was drawn so far back that should could barely speak, and generally could only gurgle uselessly. "Very nice little package," John said, staring at her from all angles and occasionally groping a breast or kneading her ass. "But I think we can do more. Clamps!" The last word was a barked command and Maryjane jumped, running to a box and pulling out a handful of wicked-looking silver clamps with serrations that Melinda knew would be agonizing if applied to her.
But applied to her they were. First to each nipple, John ignoring her squeals as he pinched and pulled at the pink nubs until they were as erect as possible. As he fastened the clamps tightly down she shuddered and shook in her helpless position. Then he moved behind her, and she groaned as she felt his fingers prodding at her moist sex. He pulled at one of her bright red inner lips, stretching it out as far as he could, and then snapped the clamp down on it. Melinda stiffened and then quivered again. He put the last clamp on her other inner lip, her blue eyes going wide with the terrible pain. She wondered if she had actually been pierced, it hurt so much. Yet he didn't seem to be through yet. She felt him doing something back there, but couldn't see what. It became clear all too soon. More elastic bands were attached to the clamps, and the ends were threaded through eyelets on either end of the spreader bar, then pulled forward, stretching hard, pulling her labia to the breaking point, and the other ends attached to her nipple clamps.
Melinda whimpered, her soft, small body quivering in violent spasms as the agony knifed through her. Her labia stretched out obscenely, her breasts pulled to each side by the nipples, which were stretched brutally far. Every slightest movement, even her uncontrollable trembling, sent rockets of new agony searing through her pussy and breasts. Tears fell down her cheeks at last as she felt her resistance overcome by the inexorable pain that filled her consciousness. She rolled her blue eyes to her sister, pleading with small gurgles for mercy, but Maryjane only gave her a look of silent apology.
"Now then, do you like this, little slut?" John asked, sitting down beside the tortured woman and patting her naked ass like he would pat a puppy. Melinda gave the barest of shakes of her head. "No? Well then, let's just think for a moment what you might do to earn being released." His dark voice trailed away as he looked at his slave wife, grinning. Maryjane returned his look, a sense of new dread forming in the pit of her stomach.
Jennifer sat on the small tabletop, her feet planted wide apart on it so that her knees were drawn up and her legs spread wide. Her classmates were gathered in front of her, leering at her naked body, laughing at her. Robert was behind her his large hands on her breasts, squeezing them harshly as he whispered into her ear, "Hump that cunt of your up and down. Show everyone you really are as much of a slut as you've been emailing me about this week. This is exactly what you said you wanted."
So that was it, Jennifer thought. The email that she saw wasn't the only one that had been sent in her name. Who knew what her step brothers had told Robert she wanted to do? Oh God....She did as she was ordered. She always did as she was ordered. It was amazing to her how completely her will had been stripped away from her. She leaned back against Robert's chest as she thrust her hips up into the air, giving everyone a better look at her pussy in the dim light. She continued humping suggestively. She saw Amber off to the side, sneering at her even as she herself was leaning against a boy behind her who had his hand over her breast, massaging it over her blouse.
One of the boys got a long, thick plastic tube from somewhere. "Hey guys, I got an idea! It's too damn dark in here!" He bent the tube and shook it, and it began to glow a brilliant yellow color. It was a light stick, like in car emergency kits. He threw it at Jennifer. "Here slut...fuck yourself with this!" The crowd roared with laughter and hooted encouragement at her. Jennifer's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of embarrassed red, but when she received a meaningful pinch on her nipples from Robert she obediently picked up the tube and, holding her breath, moved the end closer to her pussy.
Whistles and catcalls as her cunt came into even better display. "Lookit that twat glow! Look how wet it is!" "Fuck, I've never seen a pussy that swollen up!" "Stick it in!" "Fuck yerself!"
The calls were coming from everywhere, and the girl knew that what they were saying was true. Her pussy was fairly throbbing with desire, despite all the humiliation being heaped on her, there was no denying it. She looked around more clearly than she had been able to for awhile, and saw that phones were out. Pictures were being taken, videos were being recorded. By this time tomorrow there wouldn't be a person in school who wouldn't be watching this. She closed her eyes, feeling a stinging there that warned her she was close to tears, and she didn't want to cry. She tried, instead, to focus on that urgent, powerful need between her legs.
She slipped the end of the glowing tube into her anxious pussy, sucking in a deep breath of satisfaction as she did so. The kids all laughed as she pushed what appeared to bed solid light into her open cunt, deeper and deeper still, then slowly withdrew it. She pushed it in again, twisting it in wide circles inside her to the howls of pleasure. She drew it out again and began to fuck herself properly with it, long steady strokes that slowly picked up speed. Her moans of pleasure could not be contained as she felt her lust continuing to build, Robert encouraging her by pinching her nipples harder than was strictly pleasurable. Little stabs of pain flashed through her firm breasts as she pumped the lightstick in and out of her willing body.
Soon the teenage girl was thrusting her hips violently forward to match every stroke with her hand. The noise from the crowd slipped into the background as the strength of her own passion took greater control of her. Her body begain to shine with perspiration as she rolled her hips on the glowing shaft of light. Then, with a sudden shriek that was unexpected even to her, she arched her back and plunged the plastic rod hard and deep into her cunt. Her hips pounded frantically up and down, wantonly fucking the thing in front of her schoolmates, unable to make even a pretense of hiding the powerful orgasm.
Finally she settled down, breathing heavily, with Robert still groping at her breasts. She felt like a dishrag, empty and drained, humiliated beyond all measure as the roaring jeers of her unwanted audience came back ringing in her ears. "Clean it," Robert said into her ear so no one else could hear, and almost without thinking Jennifer pulled the stick out of her pussy, the wet pop audible to almost everyone. She brought it up to her mouth and began to lick it from one end to the other, blushing all the way to her ears as they laughed further at her, watching her taste her own juices from the plastic. She risked a peek at Amber. The boy's hand was under her blouse now, and he was kissing her neck. Amber was continuing to sneer at her even as another boy, apparently passing nearby by chance, casually opened the girl's low rise jeans and thrust his hand inside her panties. Amber only arched her back and lifted her face to be kissed by him.
Jennifer desperately wanted to believe that this would be the end, that she would be allowed to dress and Robert would take her someplace private to further abuse her. But she knew that it was not over yet. She'd made the entire room horny. There was a price to be paid, and she knew there was no escape for her. Robert moved away from her, telling her to get down. Jennifer slowly crawled off the table, standing naked, feeling alone amidst her classmates, afraid to cover herself.
"All the way down," Robert said. And then she knew exactly what her step brothers had been telling him about her, in her own name. With a mental sigh of defeat, she lowered herself down to her knees at his feet, looking up at him. He smiled down at her and bent low over her. She saw his intent and threw back her head, exposing her throat to him. A dog collar, leash already attached, was fastened to her. When he was finished she didn't need to be told what to do next. She lowered herself further, down on hands and knees, debasing herself further as she felt the cameras on her. Nevertheless, she kissed Robert's feet, and then silently allowed him to lead her around the room, crawling after him like an obedient puppy. They weren't going anyway, he was just showing her off. Or more precisely, he was showing off his mastery of her.
They stopped in front of Amber who looked down on Jennifer with amused disgust. "What a slut," she said, wrinkling her nose as she slowly rolled her pussy against the hand inside her panties, taking another drink of beer. She appeared totally wasted.
"You want some of this?" Robert asked her with grin.
Amber wrinkled her nose again as she looked down at the naked girl. Then she shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sure, why not? I've wanted to put this cunt in her place like forever! Eat my pussy, you fucking bitch. Beg me to let you eat my pussy!"