Chapter 23
There was no way to know when they left. I was too afraid to talk, knowing
it would be just like Jess and Frank to be still standing right next to us. As
we settle into a rhythm, I started getting used to the slow in and out fucking
of the dildo. The movement took a few minutes to master as we both began
breathing hard into each other's ear from the effort. Soon the movement itself
became second nature, and as it did my senses began to focus on the feel of the
wooden pole rippling in and out against the sensitive wall of my anal passage.
My labored breathing began to take on a different quality. Passion began to
replace pain and effort. Mother let out a soft moan and I could tell she too
was becoming aroused. On the next rebound I deliberately bent my knees before
my feet touched the floor, willing myself to take even more of the thick phallus
into my aroused anal passage. I grunted with delicious fullness, letting myself
slide down on the invader till it would go no further, then shoved up hard with
my muscular young legs.
Mother matched my new pace, grunting loudly as she was penetrated to the
maximum. Soon we were moving faster, violating each other with abandon, each
trying to outdo the other in forcing the shafts deeper and deeper. Sweat was
dripping off me, and we were matching each other's frenzied moans of arousal. I
no longer cared if we were being watched.
I heard my voice over our steady moans gasping, "Yes, yes, oh shit, oh yes,
don't stop."
Mother was in a similar state of disregard for the order not to talk, for she
responded breathlessly, "Jam it into mommy's ass, honey. I'm almost there, uh
. . uh, harder, God I'd do anything for a cock up my cunt."
I didn't hear a thing before the tails of the whip lashed down on my left tit
mound, snaking up under my chin. I screamed with surprise and pain. A moment
later I heard the crack of a whip against flesh, knowing a moment later when
mother screamed that she was getting it too.
Another blow landed, this time across my right breast, and I could tell by
the impact that my torturer was in front of my splayed thighs. I screamed
again, losing the rhythm of my movements on the wheel. Our screams mingled and
overlapped, blow after frenzied blow falling on my tits and belly as our heads
thrashed against one another.
I could feel my burning tit flesh and nipples bounce and quiver under the
relentless assault till my whole chest felt like a bonfire was blazing atop me.
Then, just as the pain was beginning to turn to arousal, the whip moved
downward. First my splayed thighs were the target, then my up thrust cunt
mound.
The tails of the whip struck heavily against my defenseless pink gash, the
pole lodged in my ass keeping my tender inner lips thrust out for the kiss of
the lash. I was grateful for the state of arousal I had achieved before the
whipping started, for it came back with mind numbing force when the tips of the
whip found my erect clitoris. "Yes, right there, . . Do it again." I screamed.
There was sudden silence. The whips stopped and I heard two clattering
sounds. I was in such frenzy for release I immediately started trying to get
the wheel back in motion, heedless of how wanton I must look to Jess and Frank.
Rough hands were suddenly on my hips, and I felt muscular thighs moving
between my own. I squealed with lustful excitement as the strong hands held me
still and a blunt object came against my still virgin slit, moving and probing
for my vaginal opening. I did my best to get my legs even wider apart, crazed
with desire to finally feel the penetration of my cunt.
I couldn't be certain, but from the size of the knob probing between my
spread pussy lips I hoped it was Jess. No longer afraid of the pain his big
cock would cause, I wanted it. I said, "Yes, master, give it to me. Make me
scream. I'll fuck your ass with my tongue, I'll lick your balls and drink your
come till you can't stand up, just give it to me now, right now."
"Aaeeeah," I howled as the impossibly thick rod of flesh found my virgin
opening and rammed deep into me. "Oh God, oh no, no, you're killing me.
Please, let me suck you, I'll do anything, only please take it out." It eased
out slowly, the feeling that a red-hot poker had been in me lingering. I gasped
a deep breath of gratitude for his mercy.
When just the tip was inside I slumped against the wheel with relief, only to
hear him grunt and suddenly thrust back in, burying the monster even deeper into
my cunt. Another howl of agony burst from my open mouth, and I couldn't catch
enough breath to beg as he attacked me with a vengeance, fucking his mammoth
tool in and out, ever deeper.
Mother's cries were almost as loud as mine, only hers were of passion. I
could feel her head turn, her mouth coming against my ear as she gasped, "Take
it, baby, take it and it'll start feeling good soon."
All through the previous domination and torture I had never felt so utterly
at the mercy of these men. Somehow, the rape of my pussy added a whole new
level of subjugation. Being tied to the wheel with the dildo up my ass only
added to the feeling of being helplessly dominated. But then the magic started
again, this time building in a way the eclipsed anything that had gone before.
I was now a real woman, and I was being used as a woman by a real man. In
moments the very real agony coming from my torn and bleeding cunt became a
triumph of my womanhood. This was what every man wanted, his cock pistoning in
and out of a woman's vagina.
My garbled pleas for mercy were forgotten as the force of his hips slamming
his cock deep into my female depths started the wheel rocking up and down. As
his big meat pole rammed in and out, so did the dildo in my ass, and I started
to orgasm with an intensity that made my whole body spasm and jerk as I screamed
and strained against my bonds.
A hot gush of liquid suddenly flooded my depths, pulsing again and again as
he rammed in and out of me in a frenzy. I felt triumphant at the speed with
which I had made Jess come, considering how long he had always lasted before.
He came to a stop, his thick cock buried in my still spasming pussy as I felt
his hands reach behind my head to undo the blindfold.
Moving his hips slowly to keep his still erect manhood sliding in and out of
me, I waited for the coins to be removed. Gently they were lifted. I blinked,
my eyes taking a moment to get used to the bright light and focus.
"Reggie," I exclaimed, the breath going out of me. My brother leered down at
me, his hands back on my naked hips and his prick continuing its slow fuck. Reg
looked up past me and said, "Can we do some more stuff to them, dad."
I stiffened, mortified that my beloved daddy was here. I could hardly look
at him as he came beside me, standing naked with his huge prick dripping from
his use of my mother. He looked down at me, his eyes thirsting on my up thrust
tits. Then he looked me in the eyes and smiled. "I guess you're not my little
kitten anymore Mandy. When I got the news that you were here I thought about
killing Frank and Jess instead of paying them. But then I realized it was your
own disobedience that got you here in the first place. When we got here this
morning I still hadn't decided whether to kill them or not.
"Jess was very apologetic, even telling me they didn't want to be paid. We
had quite a little set to with my gun at his head. But then he made a proposal
a gentleman couldn't refuse."
I looked up at him questioningly, and he continued, "He said you were a born
cock slave and said I could be the judge. If you didn't orgasm the first time
you were fucked, well then I could kill the two of them. But if he were right,
then I would pay double for breaking both of you. Now then, little Darlin, that
wasn't an orgasm I saw you having, now was it?"
I looked up at my daddy questioningly, unsure how to answer. Despite what we
had been through I didn't want the blood of two men on my hands. Daddy must
have sensed my thought, for he said, "I don't want to pay them double, but I
won't kill them either. What concerns me is the two of you might just be a
little unsure of who you belong to.
What I propose to do is tell them they lost the bet, but that I'm willing to
let them live if they submit to whatever I decide should be done to them for
their failure. Now then, I'll ask you again? Did you have an orgasm?"
I gave him my best little innocent girl look and said, "No, daddy."
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